waning moon.
The scarlet eyes of the night crows reflected the debris and broken limbs all over the mountain.
They silently watched the man sitting on the corpse pile, and the wind at night swept over the hills with a huge smell, whirring.
Meat foam and viscera are the favorite food of these night crows, so there are more and more black spots on the hills, some standing on branches, some standing on hillsides, and one simply standing on a broken liver.
The night crows are the masters of the night. They can't wait to enjoy the feast. Their hunger instinct makes them cry quietly.
Even so, the night crows did not move. They did not dare to move, because the man gave them this feast.
The man was sitting on the corpse heap and was about to die.
The man was dressed in a blue surfer's long lapel, and his long hair was combed into a huge and fluffy ponytail and tied behind his head. He bowed his head, and the blood on his face was too thick to melt. There were enemies and his own.
There is a big hole in the man's stomach, and blood is flowing. This is a fatal wound caused by a former famous firearm messenger.
The man chopped the steel firearm and the head of the firearm messenger with one sword.
The smell of gunpowder accompanied by the brain was flying in the air. Under the bleak and blurred moonlight, it was a horrible headless corpse.
There are twenty-eight knife wounds, big and small, on the man's body, each of which can be seen in the bones, and his teeth are flailing like scarlet.
That's the merit left by the 44 elite samurai companies of Daming after exhausting a day and a night. The price of this merit is death.
Like the firearm messenger, these famous warriors of the company died under the man's sword.
The man spat a bloody spit. There was a withered yellow dog tail grass beside his feet. The dog tail grass had red spots, which was caused by the blood spilled by the man who just poked through a person's stomach.
The man picked up the dog tail grass, held it in his mouth, and then laughed at himself, with a weak voice.
"Ho ho... not reconciled!"
The light in the man's eyes gradually dissipated, his head was lower and lower, and the broken sword fell quietly in his footsteps, as if to pay tribute to the death of the master.
"Wuwuwuwu". At night, I don't know whether it is the wind or the sword.
The night crows danced wildly. In the 17th year of Daming, the wanderer Yasuo died in Ziqiushan.
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In the country of Daxia, there is a small village in the nameless mountain at the southeast corner, called Jifeng Village.
The valley around the village is surrounded by mountains. Every time the Laba Festival comes, a swift mountain wind passes through the hall and makes a "whine" sound like an old man crying.
Hence the name of the Fast Wind Village.
In the ninth year of the summer, when it was also the eighth lunar month, the mountain wind blew up. The evil wind knocked over several villagers' clothes drying poles, and the beans, cabbages, and grains on the valley floor were also affected.
Just on that day, the small daisies in the village came to the stream to wash their clothes. The yellow soap horn water floated around the stream, like a vivid picture of mountain relatives.
The little daisy "giggled" as she washed her clothes. Her singing voice was also like the soap water, winding up and down the stream to the north.
"The clothes are like clouds, the soap is beautiful, the pony is jumping, the temple is crossed, the lotus root is white, and the husband is wonderful. It's wonderful."
"Hee hee."
The little daisy is singing the slang songs in the mountains, with a clear and moving voice, echoing in the green mountains and waters.
Maybe it was the rise of singing. The little daisy didn't go back to the village immediately after washing her clothes. Instead, she slipped in the stream barefoot and didn't feel the cool water of the December Moon at all.
The white and tender feet swung and swung, shaking the mountain wind between Laba, like suddenly becoming gentle.
Little Daisy suddenly blushed, just when she sang the words "Lang Jun".
Folk songs, folk songs, are originally used to show love between brothers and sisters in the mountains.
Xiaodaisy smiled shyly and happily imagined her future husband. Then she stood up and patted the grass on her buttocks, ready to leave.
At this time, from the upstream of the stream, a basket of Zhan Zhan shadows floated over.
The little daisy looked into the distance, and was shocked. How could it be like a person?!
In her hurry, Xiaodaisy could not even wash the clothes. She chose a long pole around her and hooked the man up one by one.
This is a strange person. His dress is very different from that of people in Great Xia. Especially, he wears a strange big ponytail and looks like a mushroom cloud.
Look at his appearance again, his facial features are strong, there is a sigh of mustache, and there is a straight scar between his nose.
It turned out that he was a middle-aged uncle, but even such a middle-aged uncle saw the little daisy blushing. He only felt that the comatose uncle was full of masculinity, which was not worse than the husband mentioned by his grandfather.
The little daisy chopped her feet and cursed herself: shameless and impetuous!
Little Daisy had never read a book, but she also knew that life was bigger than the sky, so she carried the strange "drifter" back to the village, thinking that she would never die.
Although she is fragile, she has great strength. The boys in the village may not be better than her. This journey is not as difficult as imagined.
In the process, the little daisy found a long thin stick pinned to the uncle.
Is this uncle still blind? It's strange.
The little daisy murmured, and took the stick on the drifter as a guide stick. Several old people in the village who could not see the road also liked to point with a stick, and sometimes taught naughty children a lesson.
When Little Daisy put the drifter into her house, Grandpa came back.
Huang Daya had just come out of the fields, and when he came to the door, he watched the little daisy waving happily.
Huang Daya walked briskly and smiled, revealing his big yellow teeth.
"Grandpa, I tell you a secret!" The little daisy bounced like a bird in spring.
Huang Daya pinned the bamboo hat behind the wooden door and said with a smile, "What's the secret? You can't bully anyone again, can you?"
Xiaodaisy smiled and said, "Grandpa, I found an uncle!"
Huang Daya didn't turn his head for a moment. He asked, "Uncle?"
Daisy took her grandfather to the bed and pointed. The man who had just been picked up from the stream was lying there, looking at his breathing state. Maybe his life was no longer in danger.
Huang Daya's eyelids beat violently for several times, and the brain began to ache.
"You! Aren't you fooling around!"
The little daisy pursed her mouth and said wrongly, "Grandpa, didn't you tell me that people should help each other before? How can I be blamed again, I. If I don't pick him up, he will die!"
Huang Daya was also very upset for a moment. He also felt that the nameless anger was wrong. It was just that he had lived in the mountains all his life and met the strange thing of picking up people for the first time. The person in front of him was very strange, giving him a strong sense of isolation.
I can't figure it out.
Huang Daya said helplessly, "Maybe it's a refugee from the north. I heard that there was a fight outside, but I don't know whether this person is good or evil. It's late today. We will go to the village leader's house tomorrow to report this matter, so that the people in the village self-defense force will know about it."
The little daisy answered happily, "Hello."
Late at night, after dinner, the two of them began to play the game. The drifter seemed to have no sign of waking up in the warm yellow light.
Huang Daya sighed and said earnestly, "Daisy, don't you really want to practice the immortal magic on the mountain?"
The little daisy was happy at first. This time, she pulled her face and said in a buzzing voice: "What's good about immortality? I want to stay here with grandpa!"
Huang Daya said helplessly, "That Immortal Mo came to our Breeze Village twice and expressed his good feelings for you. You could have followed him to the mountain to practice the immortal magic."
Hearing the name of Immortal Mo, the little daisy became very angry. She blushed and shouted, "I don't think that Immortal Mo is a good thing! Last time, she said that she would explore my immortal bones, and she touched them with my hands. Now I think that I still have nightmares. Grandpa, don't persuade me, I will not go up the mountain even if I die!"
Huang Daya was stunned, and his face turned white. He seemed anxious and afraid, but he never knew of such a thing.
He said, "Nonsense! Nonsense!"
If a small family in a mountain village is really favored by a fairy family, there is no other way except to obey.
This night, they had their own worries.
When they were both silent, the drifter on the bed suddenly made a noise.
The first thing a comatose person needs when he wakes up is water, or he will be confused and weak.
But now this man is different from everyone else.
The man opened his eyes. His eyes were very clear, like white moonlight.
There was a mellow middle-aged male voice in his throat, and he said in a language that only he could understand:
"Where am I?"
"Shura hell?"
Little Daisy and Huang Daya were puzzled, because they could not understand what the waking man was saying.
"Which dialect is this? I've never heard of it. It's too strange."
Such questions came to my mind and my grandson's.
