Go Home

"Don't go?" Later, Hong Luosha also heard this incident and sneered, "I thought you were a hero, but you were so suspicious and timid, greedy for life and fear of death."

"Although I am not a hero, this is not about being greedy for life and fear of death." Xiao Lan sat on the sand dune, "and called life cherishment."

The Red Rakshasa looked into the distance, his long eyelashes dyed with twilight, and asked, "What is the pity of life?"

"As a killer, life may be nothing in the girl's hands, just gold and pearls." Xiao Lan smiled, "but I have to take good care of my life and give peace of mind to those waiting for me at home."

The Red Rakshasa did not answer any more, but closed his eyes, bathing in the wind and sunshine in the desert.

Xiao Lan said: "The sun is going down soon, the girl should go back to the tent, otherwise she will catch a cold."

Red Rakshasa asked indifferently: "You men, do you all like to see each other like this?"

Xiao Lan laughed at the words: "Don’t catch the wind and cold when you rest early. I have said this to Senior Lu, and to many people in this team. It is at most a friend’s concern. Why is it in the ears of a girl? Have other meanings?"

Red Rakshasa's closed eyes trembled slightly, shaking off all the brilliance on the eyelashes, the red sun finally concealed into the horizon, and the surroundings became windy and sad. She seemed to be seen through her mind, a little at a loss, but still frozen, and she heard other meanings, naturally because she had other meanings in her heart, although she was not as fond of love, but her heart was also late at night The chivalrous spirits and the handsome young men in the tea shed warmed up for a while-even if it was only a short moment, they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Qijia——"

"Yelüxing invited the warrior to the cemetery." Red Luosha interrupted him.

"What?" Xiao Lan frowned.

"Warrior in the cemetery, have you ever heard of it?" Hong Luosha turned to look at him, and his indifference and calmness returned to his eyes.

Xiao Lan was a little unbelievable: "Monster?"

"Cruel, so they were passed on as monsters." Red Raksha said, "However, like Youyouquan, they are just a nomadic tribe in the desert. Because they are burly tall, cruel, and bloodthirsty, they are Hundreds of years ago, the rest of the tribes united and strangled most of them, and then drove the rest into the depths of the desert. Since then, there is no news."

Xiao Lan asked: "How many people are there in total?"

Red Rakshasa said: "Three hundred, not so much monsters, they are more like savages."

Xiao Lan said, "Three hundred?"

"Don't underestimate these three hundred people." Red Raksha reminded him, "Neither you nor your army are their opponents."

Xiao Lan speculated: "So Yelvxing intends to take the initiative to fight?"

Hong Luosha said, "His ambition has never been only in this desert."

Xiao Lan nodded: "I see, thank you girl."

"What did you just want to say, Qi family?" Red Luosha asked again.

Xiao Lan said: "A few days ago, by coincidence, Chu Jun picked up a broken parchment scroll left by his predecessors, like a caravan’s account, and wrote a few ballads on it. It was sung by Qi Ling, peach blossom and apricot blossom. , Lang riding a bamboo horse."

Red Raksha did not answer him.

Xiao Lan said, "Why don't the girl go back with us? The one-armed old woman is still in the city hall."

The Red Rakshasa jumped off the sand dune, turned around and returned to the big tent, leaving only one sentence scattered in the night wind.

"It's here, what to do with me."

...

"What's wrong with me." Yumen City, Fu Shou Tang, the one-armed old woman was also disdainful.

"There are other mothers-in-laws in this shantang. I still have to take care of some other people." Lu Chai yawned while sitting at the table. "Otherwise, I will have to find a new house to settle the seniors."

The one-armed old woman sat on the bed and smashed the wall with an unhappy expression.

"No more noisy, no more sing." Lu Chai lay his head on the table, closed his eyes, really reluctant to open them, muttering drowsy-this old lady somehow, recently Calling and singing every night, the old man next door seemed to be suffering from a heart disease, so Young Master Lu had to come to watch the night himself. He was tortured for three days, and he was very sleepy.

In the dead of night, the one-armed old woman stared at him for a while, and suddenly laughed, her weather-beaten face wrinkled and twisted, she looked like a wolf woman who was about to eat people in this cold night. But the light is like seeing the ordinary aunt of the junior. She took a quilt from the side, shook the cover on Lu Zhui's body, and before dawn, she grabbed his ears and left the bedroom, all the way to a clearing.

Lu Zhui shivered with cold, squatting on the ground and said miserably, "What are you doing?"

The old woman slapped her face in the face.

Lu Chai slid back and landed firmly on the top of the dead tree.

"Draw the sword." The one-armed old woman said, "Let the old woman try your skills."

Lu Chai swept away the cold dew from his sleeves, chanting a breeze.

The one-armed old woman laughed, but her rickety figure was unusually dexterous. This was the first time she had used a weapon. It was a net made of sky silk, full of poisonous needles and thorns. , When closed, it is another poison whip. Lu Zhui had fought against Xiao Lan many times. He had a lot of experience with this weapon that was both rigid and soft.

The one-armed old woman accepted the move: "Yes, your skill is not worse than mine."

Lu Zhui also returned the sword to scabbard: "Thank you seniors for showing mercy."

The one-armed old woman threw a book over: "This is what I just used, the monk is angry. You can learn it by yourself. If you can't learn it within five days, then come to me to lead it."

Lu Chau smiled and said, "This name?"

"What's wrong with this name?" the one-armed old woman asked back.

Lu Chai nodded: "Appropriately." During the fight, he only stuck to the opponent, touched and pinched, entangled and ambiguous, and could indeed **** off an opponent who had no desires.

But he never thought that this one-armed old man would really teach himself kung fu. After she returned to the room, Lu sat on the floor retrievingly, reading the secret book page by page through the dim morning light. It was a very simple set. The kung fu is also a very strange set of kung fu. The changes in the moves are unexpected. If they are practiced, the power will not be inferior to the majestic Lu family swordsmanship. The battle between the two has already demonstrated this.

I got a cheat book for nothing. Lu Chai is talented and intelligent. He has memorized all the moves in three days. The one-armed old woman watched him play it again, licking melon seeds and shook his head and said: "Not nasty enough, the monk will not die."

Lu Zhui said modestly: "I will continue to work hard."

The one-armed old woman walked back while complaining: "How many days have I been here at Yumen Pass, and I haven't gone out for a good stroll."

Lu Zhui said loudly behind her, "I still have something to do when I return to the General's Mansion. In the afternoon, I will pick up seniors to go out."

In terms of age, this one-armed old woman should not be too old, at most in her early 50s. At noon, after Lu Chai was busy with his work, he walked to the shantang while deciding whether to take her to buy some new clothes and jewelry, so that he would gain more weight in the future. Maybe it would be a wealthy appearance. Passing by a tailor's shop, he deliberately instructed the boss to close the door later, and stopped to look at the jade shop. He rode his horse to Fu Shou Tang, but before he entered the door, he saw Xiao Si rushing out anxiously, looking at his back It was looking at the savior and crying: "My son, hurry, hurry, something has happened!"

"What's the matter?" Lu Chai quickly rolled over and dismounted, "Don't worry."

"It's the one-armed old woman, she doesn't know why, she is suddenly crazy and wants to kill Qi Dashan!" Xiao Si's face was pale.

"Who is Qi Dashan?" Lu Zhui asked as he hurried in.

"It's a big merchant from Jindi, who came to see his son in the Northwest Military Camp. He was thinking of donating money to Fu Shou Tang, but..." Xiao Si followed him closely, "You must persuade the mad woman, the son! "

What is the last name of a merchant in Shanxi? Lu Chai ran into the small courtyard, and saw that there were a dozen people standing in Dangdang. The steward seemed to have passed out. The others were persuading, but the one-armed old woman on the roof was unheard of and was kidnapped by her side. The middle-aged man is already shivering.

"Master Lu--" Before the manager said a word, he was stopped by Lu Zhui and said, "Leave it to me."

At this moment, these words sounded like nature. The steward hurriedly agreed with a few more exhortations, only to turn around one step at a time and lead people out of the courtyard. Lu Chai leaped onto the roof, smiling carefully as if he was coaxing the little baby: "What is this doing again?"

"This... I don't know." Master Qi shivered, and was caught up to the roof after lunch, without saying a word.

"Old predecessor." Lu chased forward, squatted down to hold her arm, and whispered, "What's the matter, let's go down and talk about it, can it be done? Huh?"

"They said you came from Shanxi, Qi family, doing business." The one-armed old woman ignored him, just staring at the man in front of him.

"...Yes, yes." Master Qi said, "Sister, I haven't offended you, right?"

"You are not him," the one-armed old woman murmured, "not at all."

"Who am I?" Master Qi said, looking at Lu Zhui cast for help.

"Qi Fengzhi, you are not him." The one-armed old woman said.

This time it was changed to Master Qi and surprised: "Do you know your brother?"

Lu Zhui was overjoyed and turned to look at the one-armed old woman. However, before the joy lasted for a while, he heard Master Qi hesitate to say: "Could it be that you, you... are you the person A Feng was looking for before his death?"

Even if it was the result that had been guessed a long time ago, when he heard the word "before alive", it was still the nine-day Xuan Lei rising up, the one-armed old woman's dry eyeballs trembled twice, and the whole person almost rolled off the roof.

Lu Zhui took the opportunity to hold her back, grabbed Master Qi with the other hand, and fell into the courtyard with one.

Master Qi looked at the skinny and weather-beaten old woman in front of him, and he didn't know how to speak. He felt that he should have admitted the wrong person, but before he could understand it, the one-armed old woman had already asked, "Is he dead? Really? Is dead?"

Master Qi nodded.

The one-armed old woman sat on the stone bench and laughed hoarsely, with muddy eyes and dry voice like a raven.

"Are you really that... the fairy-like sister in the desert?" Master Qi tried again.

"Sister like a fairy, what did he say about me?" the one-armed old woman asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Master Qi said, "beautiful, enthusiastic, and kind-hearted. She saved him in the desert, gave him food, and danced. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. A Feng said every day when he was at home. Said, I also said that I would like to return to the next day, I will go to the desert to pick her home."

Two lines of tears slid down the gully face. The old woman sat down and said: "You tell everything once, and everything after he gets home, tell him all."

Master Qi sighed and said, "He has been away for many years."

That time the two brothers went west to the desert, not only to go for business, but also to hire, but after experiencing the wind and sand and the deadly bandits, all the goods and horses were looted, and only two were left. Life, two people.

"It was also my fault. I actually had an argument with him at that time." Master Qi was very upset.

The one-armed old woman stunned: "Hu Bandit?" She repeated her mouth, and smashed her head severely, "I should pick him up, I should pick him up." That year, there was something in the desert. How many deadly ghosts are not afraid of themselves, how can caravans not be afraid, how can they forget.

Lu Zhui sighed inwardly and went to the house to make hot tea.

"After the quarrel, Afeng ran away in a rage. I guess I was going to find you." Master Qi said, "When I was rescued home, I still had a fluke and thought he might have been People were saved, maybe they went to the Western Regions with other caravans, maybe they will be back in a while, but who knows that the hope is three years, and there has been no news."

In the past three years, how many people have been sent by the Qi family, almost emptied half of their family to find them in the desert, but they have not been found. It wasn't until later that Master Qi, the eldest master of the Qi family at the time, personally led someone to find it again, and only then found out some news.

"A Feng was driven into a desperate situation by the Xilan tribe." Master Qi wiped his tears. "Someone saw it with their own eyes. Those people rode on horses and didn't kill them. They teased him like a mouse. He also said some unbearable things, threatening to use him as a woman. A Feng was too humiliated and had nowhere to escape, and finally rushed into the sand by himself."

Lu Zhui was a little surprised: "Xilan Country?"

"Yes." Master Qi sighed deeply, "Now Ling'er joins the barracks. If he can kill a few more enemies, he will be revenge for his uncle who has never met."

The one-armed old woman's face was as gray as death, her skinny hands tightly digging into the skinny tree, blood was flowing down the gray branches, Lu Zhui couldn't bear to see it, Master Qi also whispered: "You... It’s gone, there’s no reason for it."

The one-armed old woman did not speak, she only gurgled in her heart. Through a pair of muddy eyes, she seemed to have seen that many years ago, in the desert, under the stars, the gentle and gorgeous young man, watching with a smile I talk about the prosperous business route, talk about lively long work, talk about poetry, wine and flowers, talk about the world that I am completely unfamiliar with, talk about hand in hand with my son, and accompany him.

She cried out piercingly, as if she wanted to scatter all her grief in the sky. The rest of the people in the shantang were frightened. They hid in the house timidly and ran over to see what was going on, but only had time to catch a glimpse of a gray figure, passing by.

"Senior!" Lu Chai chased behind him.

The one-armed old woman rushed out of the shantang, turned on the horse that had been chasing there, kicked the horse's belly with both legs, and rushed out of the city gate like red lightning. I walked through countless stalls along the way, and aroused a curse. The soldiers who defended the city stood in front and tried to stop her from interrogating, but were knocked to the ground by a huge force, blood spilled from his mouth, and half of his life was lost.

"Senior!" In desperation, Lu Chai could only pull an old horse casually from the side of the street, but how could he be the opponent of the Desert Warhorse? When he rushed out of the city gate, his eyes were already empty, with only half of his eyes left. sand.

"That's bad." He cursed himself secretly, then turned around and hurried to the Chu army camp. Zhou Yao smiled when he saw him, "Come on again?"

"What kind of food?" Lu Zhuiteng dismounted and said anxiously: "Where is the general?"

"In the big tent, what's wrong?" Zhou Yao was surprised.

"I'm afraid it's going to go to war." Lu Chai said as he ran, "I got into trouble."

The author has something to say: Xiao Mingyu: Dad! father! QAQ!