From the Bird

Snowflakes fluttered, and a thin layer was wrapped on the dark mountain rocks.

The huge footprints stepped on and made a creak.

Li Yan's footsteps stopped.

"Sir, why ... hey?"

Deng Tianxiong replied.

The overwhelmed dry branches on the tree were crushed, the snow was falling down, the silver wrap fell off, and it was a farmhouse surrounded by fences.

"Tianxiong, how long have we been gone?"

"All day, we've reached the mountainside."

"I can't go to the village before, I can't go to the shop afterwards. I walked all the way to the mountainside and didn't want to burn some wolf dung for heating. I saw a family."

Li Yan groaned for a while. At this time, the pale white crescents had been exposed in the sky. The cotton robes of everyone were like paper, and they couldn't bear the snow.

Compared with frostbite, the so-called mountain ghost does not seem to be so terrible.

"Go, look over."

Everyone pulled the clothes on their bodies, looking cautious, and there was a farmhouse in the mountains and mountains. Anyone would feel wrong.

When he walked to the front of the farmhouse, Song Tongyi shouted, shouting his throat. No one expected that a delicate face appeared from the door!

The woman's long hair was twisted and her face flushed. Thin sackcloth winter clothing could not hide Suona's figure, and her big watery eyes stared curiously at the crowd.

"Hey, this girl looks really good."

Diao Blindly said with a guilty imagination, that anyone could hear the fear in his words.

Barren mountain, snowy night, woman living alone.

Good story.

"Uncle Diao," Wang Sheng whispered in a low voice, "I listened to my mother-in-law and hurried on a snowy day, and a raccoon cat became a woman. If you don't care, I will turn you into a stone. Heart and liver ~ "

Song Tongyi went up and gave a deep gift. Saying something to a woman.

After a while, he came back and said to Li Yan:

"She said she lived alone and agreed to let us stay overnight."

Saying he lowered his voice.

"Not quite right."

"The blind can also see."

Li Yan coldly answered.

The crowd rushed in, and the crackling fire made everyone in the room feel a warmth.

Bright oil lamps illuminate the whole house. The fire in the middle is burning, with an iron pot on it, and food like taro.

"This cauldron, can't the little lady eat it herself?"

Li Yan raised his eyebrows and sneered,

The woman couldn't understand Li Yan's words, but just smiled stubbornly. She scooped a full bowl out of the pot and handed it to Li Yan. The loose winter clothes on her chest were open, exposing a white greasy collarbone and a charming smile.

Everyone stared at the woman, and some of the restless Wang Sheng even reached out and touched the fire.

Li Yan stared at her for a while, suddenly burst into laughter, stretched out her hand to hold the woman's slender wrists, and drew the ground in spite of the soup, forcibly pulled the woman into her arms, and fumbled with her hands on her legs.

The woman struggled subconsciously, Li Yan's eyes were extremely cold, and she said gently next to the earlobe of the woman:

"The little lady has lived in the mountains for a long time, and she must be lonely. I waited for a long time from the kingdom of Ming Dynasty to solve the lady ..."

"Snapped!"

Deng Tianxiong gritted his teeth and swallowed his mouth.

The woman's eyes were red and swollen, her body trembled with anger, snowy palms were raised, and Li Yan's face had bright red fingerprints.

She stepped back, rushing into the back room to lock the door.

"..."

Li Yan looked up and said solemnly:

"Everyone takes turns on vigil and rushes on at dawn. If everything goes well, get out of Sheshan before dark tomorrow."

"Master, this woman ..."

"Leave tomorrow morning."

Deng Tianxiong shut up with interest.

"Guru ~"

The eyes of the crowd fell on Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng's face turned red.

A military man laughed, picked up a spoon, filled a bowl, and passed it to Wang Sheng.

"Slow."

Li Yan suddenly opened his mouth, and frowned for a moment, then took out a piece of cake from his arms, and tore it to Wang Sheng.

"Eat this."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Wang Sheng caught it and looked around.

"What the **** do you want to eat? Li Zongqi tells you to eat, so you eat."

Diao blindly cursed.

Wang Sheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly, squatting in the corner and tearing hard dough.

There was bubbling in the wok, and the aroma of the cereal spread, but no one spoke.

Li Yan swept around, his eyes glanced at the firm and silent faces of everyone, with some emotion in his heart.

It doesn't seem to be as dangerous as life or death on the ring, but Li Yan doesn't dare to relax for a moment. If you want to survive on the ring, you need fist skills, but you want to stand out here, and you want to save your life on the battlefield in the future.

The trust in the eyes of these big men makes Li Yan feel heavy.

"Li Zongqi, while there is a fire here, I'll find some clean ice cubes outside and turn them into water. Everyone will keep drinking on the road.

Diao blindly suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Diao, you rest, I'll go."

A thick eyebrow man stood on the palm of his hand, slap.

Everyone also agreed, but blindly did not appreciate, he glanced at the army man lightly.

"Your boy think I'm too old to do this?"

"Uncle Diao, what's the matter, you're always hurt ..."

"Hurt a fart, you bunny are looking burly, let's join hands, I will take you down, believe it or not?"

"No ~ You are unreasonable, I am kind ..."

Diao waved his hand blindly and looked at Li Yan with one eye.

"General Li, what do you say?"

Li Yan looked at the snowstorm that was gradually stopping outside and said, "Come back before dark."

"Success."

Diao blindly grabbed the knife and went out.

"Uncle Diao."

Wang Sheng, who was still cheering, ran over and passed the fire in his hand.

"Hold this. If you encounter a mule or something on the road, call it back and fill your belly."

Lao Diao glanced at Wang Sheng and patted his head: "Still your kid can talk."

"Hey."

Wang Sheng heard silly.

Lao Diao pushed the door open with fire on his back, and the cold wind blew his pale beard. He squinted his eyes, stepped into his boots and walked into the white space outside the room.

Everyone was guarding the fire, and there was a ridiculed North Korean woman in the back room, who was embarrassed to speak loudly.

Time passed slowly, just as Li Yangan coughed and wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, a man's voice suddenly heard outside the wooden door.

"Excuse me." (Korean)

The door creaked open and a young man in a fur coat appeared at the door. Lips are red and white, and elegant.

Deng Tianxiong's eyes were cold, but he immediately reacted. On the way, they had changed the clothes of the Ming Army. At this moment, they were more like hunters and farmers than soldiers, so there was no need to be too nervous.

The man asked something in Korean, and Song Tongyi stood up and walked with great enthusiasm.

The two chatted for a while, probably like "Are you an Pyongyang native to the accent?" "Staying in the mountains", "Me too", "Fortunately fortunately," the atmosphere is fairly harmonious.

Four cold-looking men rushed in from behind the youth, all with swords and scabbards.

"Sir, look at their knife."

Deng Tianxiong whispered.

Unexpectedly, the man who had a fiery chat with Song Tong's translator turned his head suddenly, his eyes were miserable and excited, and he asked in Mandarin Chinese:

"Daming people?"

...

Diao blindly took two large pieces of ice with his clothes, and drew his sword across his waist. His hair shook continuously with the dancing snowflakes. He was indeed old, and he was too old to resist the wind and frost. Maybe one day the knife is not stable, then it's really time for his son to stand on top.

Suddenly, his eyes were frozen, and in the snow, a wild mule looked around.

Diao Blind's orange-skin-like face burst into a smile, and he held up the flames of fire, facing his wild eyes with one eye.

"boom!"

Ye Ling fell at the sound, but blindfolded and frowned, instead of paying attention to the dead **** on the ground, but turned slowly.

Twenty meters away, a scarlet samurai armor standing quietly. Like a bright red flame standing on a snowy mountain!

The shovel-shaped star pocket is like a floating body of ghosts, two distant cold lights floating in the air, sleeve armor, leather cage hands, dangdang, leather jacket, armor pieces linked together, with an indescribable deterrent force!

Gorgeous, majestic, and cold.

Diao blindly wore a half bald cardigan with snowflake particles in his hair, shy and shabby.

The two stood together, like a samurai and a beggar ...

The blind old man threw all the ice cubes and flames on the ground, pulled the blood-stained cloth from the injured belly, tied it around his wrist with a knife, and bit his teeth with a bite and pulled it hard. His eyes looked like a lone wolf.

"Dog and thief ..."

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