As night falls, the northern desert in early summer is still cold. The evening wind blew across the hillside, the green grass was billowing, and the torches in the camp flickered.
Shen Lou stood in front of the camp gate, looking into the distance. Zhong Youyu stood with him for no reason: "What are you looking at?"
"Light." Shen Lou said one word inscrutablely, then ignored him.
"What light? Didn't you arrange to set fire to the enemy's grain and grass camp? No, the barbarians are in the north, and the gate of this camp faces south. Where can there be light?" Zhong Youyu chattered on and on, and refused to leave even after receiving the reply. Trying to persuade Shen Lou to ask for a bowl of Lin Xin's blood for him. It is better to believe what is there than to believe what is not. If the emperor can be saved but they do not, then the crime will be great.
At this time, there really was a ray of light galloping from the south and falling lightly. The young man in Tsing Yi, as handsome as peach blossoms in March and crabapples in May, is Lin Xin who is holding the wine. Seeing Shen Lou waiting for him in front of the door, he immediately bent his eyes, retracted his sword, and ran over in three steps at a time.
Shen Lou caught the coarse porcelain jar in his hand, frowned and said, "Drinking is not allowed in the army."
"I'm not in the army." Lin Xin smiled and wanted to rub against his arms, but turned to see Zhong Youyu who was stupefied, and his smile faded slightly, "Why is Linfeng here?"
Ever since he knew that he had killed Zhong Changye by mistake, Lin Xin felt ashamed to face the Zhong brothers.
"It's such a huge military camp, can you come or not? What kind of wine, give me a taste." Zhong Youyu leaned over to beg for a drink, but couldn't help but glance at Lin Xin.
"Hurry up and return to Beijing, don't cause trouble here." Shen Lou separated the two and waved away flies.
"Why did you call me back at night? The spirit sword is as bright as a lamp, and if I fly up right now, I will be a living target." Zhong Youyu refused to leave.
The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the torches in the camps on both sides of the Huyan River had already been burned out. Dark clouds covered the moon, and the grassland suddenly fell into darkness.
The barbarians on night watch dozed off on the other side of the river. When the dark clouds left and the moonlight poured down, a cold light suddenly appeared. A jet-black arrow shot over at unknown time, and pierced his throat before the night watchman could react.
Shen Yingying fired three arrows in a row, and silently shot the night watchman on the other side to death. She raised her hand and made a "charge" gesture. The repairing soldiers of the small team leaped across the river and rushed into the enemy camp quickly, killing them by surprise.
After three breaths of silence, screams suddenly came from the enemy camp, and the barbarians immediately blew their horns and shouted for enemy attack. A large number of soldiers rushed over from the shallowest part of the Huyan River, and lit arrows fell from the sky like a torrential rain, igniting the tents of the barbarians.
"Sneak attack in the middle of the night? What's the use of it? There are still so many people. When Wen Shilan wakes up, I'm afraid she's going to make dumplings," Zhong Youyu stood on the slope and looked out, completely confused about what Shen Lou was singing. "Could it be that the shortage of food and grass has confused Shen Da?"
Lin Xin leaned crookedly on a bald young tree with few branches and leaves, looking at Shen Lou who rode his horse and rushed to fight Wen Shilan, "You forgot what the ancestor of the Shen family does."
"Um?"
The ancestor of the Shen family was a bandit.
As soon as the words fell, the barbarian's food and grass camp over there suddenly blew the horn. Wen Shilan was startled, and looked at the blazing grain and grass camp, "Is this your plan? Destroy my grain and grass?"
Shen Lou didn't answer, and continued to steadily block Wen Shilan's way. The horn of the grain and grass camp over there stopped, and the barbarian army immediately returned to the defense, and moved the grain and grass out of the burning camp, but was caught by the young general of the Shen family who was ambushing on the road.
In the evening, Mr. Dong asked a question: "Where will the grain and grass be adjusted after three days?"
Shen Lou looked towards the opposite bank, where there was ready-made food and grass.
Dumbfounded, Zhong Youyu couldn't help feeling that the Shen family's bandit nature was hard to change, and turned to look at Lin Xin who was yawning beside him. The moonlight shone on those eyes soaked in water vapor, showing an unusual deep blue.
"The mother of the Marquis of the Deer is a saint..."
"I don't know why he can predict that his time is coming..."
The words of Zhou Liangyuan and Emperor Yuan Shuo suddenly popped up. Zhong Youyu licked his dry lips, "Lin Bucheng, your mother is the saint of barbarians, does she know any witchcraft?"
Lin Xin frowned, "Why do you ask this?"
"Before my father died, he predicted that his end would be approaching." Zhong Youyu said in a low voice, the firelight in the distance reflected a face that was five points similar to Zhong Changye's, revealing a bit of confusion and treachery.
Lin Xin thumped in his heart. Shen Lou was reborn two years earlier than him, and nothing happened during these two years. Until the year when Lin Xin was reborn, all those whose souls had been crushed by him died one after another.
The operation method of the ancient formation cannot be studied, but the moment Shen Lou came back, reincarnation had already begun. It is said that people with extremely high talents can faintly perceive the way of heaven.
Zhong Youyu guessed randomly. Seeing Lin Xin's face turned pale, he felt a little top-heavy in an instant, and his throat tightened. He said, "Back then, you all thought that it was my father who sent people to hunt and kill Lu Hou. Would it be the curse of the saint? Retribution to my father?"
Curse... Lin Xin lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand. In his previous life, he always thought that Zhong Changye killed his parents and crushed his soul with his own hands. Now that the big battle has started, the soul has returned to the origin, but the evil results of the previous life have been continued. If it's a curse, it's okay.
"It's okay if you want to think that way. It can be considered a kind of spell." Lin Xin said hoarsely, admitting that Zhong Changye's death was related to his family.
It turned out to be true? His father died too strangely, and the brothers have been searching for the truth these years. Unexpectedly, he died of an absurd curse! Zhong Youyu's lower lip trembled, and he suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, slowly pulled it out and pointed at Lin Xin, "Do you know what kind of person you killed?"
Zhong Changye, the gift of heaven, became famous as a young man. When Shen Lou checked his qualifications when he was young, the person who checked his qualifications said, "This son will be the next Zhong Changye", which shows his prestige. After succeeding to the throne, he solved the rebellion of Di people by means of thunder, and his reputation after his death still shocked Dizhou for five years without daring to mobilize a single soldier.
A generation of grandmasters lived a lifetime, but in the end they died tragically in this way, their souls were scattered, and they could never be reborn forever. And the only thing he did wrong was that he didn't realize that the vicious dog beside him had another owner.
"Revenge for retaliation, if you want to avenge your father, then come." Lin Xin neither drew his sword nor drew his sword, he spread his hands and looked at him calmly.
"咴—" The neighing of war horses, mixed with the sound of shouting and killing, the beeping of burning flames, and the sound of running water in the Huyan River, covered up the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh.
Before Zhong Youyu regained his senses, the spirit sword had already penetrated Lin Xin's ribs, and blood was gurgling down the sword body.
Lin Xin snorted, and the blood faded from his face.
Zhong Youyu was stunned, and pulled out the sword with trembling fingertips, "This sword is regarded as repaying this bad debt. The grievances between our two families will be written off from now on."
Lin Xin clutched his wound, knelt down on the ground, looked at Zhong Youyu who showed a little panic in his eyes, and sneered. The fire in the distance has not stopped, and the murmur in the ear fades away like a tide, and it returns to silence with the darkness in front of it.
"Xinxin! Xinxin!" Opening his eyes again, he was already lying in his warm embrace, and what he saw was Shen Qingque, whose eyes were full of anxiety.
"Qing Que." Lin Xin looked around, the sky was already dark, dewdrops were hanging on the bald young tree, and Zhong Youyu was nowhere to be seen.
The wound was deep, but no internal organs were injured. But strangely, the surrounding clothes were not stained with much blood. Shen Lou was startled, after Zhong Youyu hurt Lin Xin, Yu Jian ran away overnight. It's not easy to walk at night, since it's for revenge, and it's open and aboveboard, why is it so guilty
After Shen Lou settled Lin Xin, he chased after Zhong Youyu in a murderous spirit. The road to the capital is far away, and the road at night is not easy to walk. With Shen Lou's strong spiritual power, if he chased him at this time, he would definitely be able to stop him on the way.
Yu Yuan's sword turned into a ray of spiritual light, and disappeared in the sky full of colorful clouds.
Goshawks howled in the sky, and vultures circled low in the sky. There are often dead cattle and sheep on the grassland, but wherever vultures hang around, there must be fresh corpses.
Shen Lou's eyes were cold, and he pinched a few spells, raised the spirit sword to the fastest speed, and flew all the way to Hangu Pass, but he didn't see Zhong Youyu. From Huyan River to Yongdu, the shortest way is to go through Hangu Pass, Zhong Youyu is not familiar with Beimo, so it is impossible to take another way when rushing back to the capital.
I asked the guards at Hangu Pass, but I never saw Su Guogong.
Turning back decisively, Shen Lou stood on the spirit sword, looking at the place where the vultures gathered, feeling more and more anxious in his heart, his thin lips gradually pursed into a straight line.
When the birds and beasts heard the sound of the spirit sword piercing through the sky, they rushed away. A man in white was lying face down on an open grass field, holding the spirit sword in his right hand and stretching his left hand forward, as if trying to grab something. The tiger fur on the collar was stained with blood, with dark red locks.
When Shen Lou landed on the ground, he quickly turned the person over, it was really Zhong Youyu's provocatively handsome face. It's just that his face is now pale and pale, his eyes are wide open, and dried blood hangs from the corner of his mouth, lifeless.
"Youyu!" Shen Lou grabbed his collar and felt for the pulse in his neck, he was at the end of his life. All the accessories are there, except for a small water bag that he carries with him.
The grain and grass were robbed, Wen Shilan could only lead the barbarians back, and now the Huyan River was quiet.
Lin Xin clutched his belly, leaned on Shen Lou, looked at Zhong Youyu on the straw mat, and found his voice after a while, "He took my blood, and was it taken away by barbarians?"
"En." Shen Lou took out the Yellow Spring Pearl that he carried with him. The soul of the newly-dead, when it met Huang Quanzhu, it slipped in. Now the bead is flickering, and it is Zhong Youyu's soul that is trapped.
It must have been a temporary idea, seeing Lin Xin's blood bubbling out, so he put it away and wanted to save the emperor, but unexpectedly he was killed.
In the previous life, Zhong Youyu led troops into battle, and that battle was extremely dangerous. His younger brother Zhong Wumo pretended to be him, went to the battlefield for him, and died in the fierce battle. After the death of his younger brother, Zhong Youyu, who was greatly stimulated, finally grew up and carried the Western Regions with all his strength. Today's Zhong Youyu is still too immature.
Everyone was silent and did not speak. The wind on the grassland blew by, and Huang Quanzhu bumped against the jade pendant on the tassel, making a tinkling sound. There was the sound of wooden wheels in the distance, and Zhong Wumo rode a black horse and brought several carts of deer glasses, and came slowly.