Jiaohua

Chapter 445 Preemptive Strike (Part [-])
The morning light gradually brightened, and I searched all night, but found nothing.

There was nothing but a fire left at the scene.

Judging from the way the fire is arranged, at least they are not refugees or other ordinary people.

Aunt Rou came back in the morning light, and wanted to propose to leave this place and find another place, but found that Shen Wen had fallen asleep again, very deeply.

The candles in the room were extinguished, Rou Gu stood beside the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping man on the bed.

His brows were tightly frowned, and there was a little sweat on his forehead, which showed that he had slept badly, Aunt Rou couldn't bear to wake him up.

After a long time, Aunt Rou sighed softly, turned and left.

It snowed all night outside the house, and the snow in the courtyard was even deeper. Aunt Rou closed the door gently, and turned her head to see a few of her men standing in front of the wooden house on the other side, holding the game that had been brought in overnight, waiting for her instructions.

"Let's cook it," Rou Gu said, "Close the doors and windows tightly so that the smell doesn't get too strong."

"Yes." The subordinates took orders.

Aunt Rou watched them go to work, turned her head to look to the other side, paused, and walked out of the courtyard.

Passing through a small forest, Rou Gu stopped on the edge of the cliff, and Long Yuan was under her.

The surrounding mountains are covered in silver, and the ancient trees are vast and continuous. Those snowflakes are sent into Longyuan by the long wind, and the thousands of pure white snow seem to be swallowed by the nether world in an instant, and disappear in an instant.

Regardless of official history or unofficial history, the earliest written records related to Longyuan in history can be traced back to the dispute between Wei and Zheng 100 years ago.

In the last years of the Xia Dynasty, the vassals attacked each other. After nearly 30 years of disputes and annexations, the two major vassal states of Wei and Zheng competed for the Central Plains.

At that time, the people were in dire straits, starved to death everywhere, and the world was far worse than it is today. Many people went to the mountains to escape the war.

Longdan Mountain was not called Longdan Mountain at that time, it had not been named, and the road conditions were not as good as it is now. Apart from the rolling green ancient forests, there are also fierce birds and beasts that come and go from time to time.

It was at that time that Longyuan was discovered in the mountains, and in the subsequent several earthquakes, Longyuan was like a mouth that was getting bigger and bigger, splitting open on the ground.

The information is blocked and hard to spread, so many people in the world listen to the story of Longyuan as a curious storytelling book, but for some princes and generals in the peaceful and prosperous years, they are very interested in the leisurely panic.

For thousands of years, Longyuan has been visited by many people, some people are afraid to leave, and some people want to find out.

600 years ago, someone left a dark hall here. The dark hall is on the stone wall under Longyuan. Now, Shen A wants to find this dark hall.

Rou Gu narrowed her eyes and looked at the abyss, in all directions, the cold wind was howling, it was really hard for her to imagine how to get down.

What's more, Shen is familiar with his current body.

"Hope everything goes well and gets better."

Aunt Rou said very lightly in her heart.

The long wind swept the frost and snow, swept across the sky above Rou Gu's head, crossed several peaks and high mountains, and blew towards the Yuanhe Sect.

A hoarse boyish voice broke the silence.

"I'm back! I'm back! I'm not dead! Help!!"

Zhili ran up the hillside with his last strength, stood outside the mountain gate, and shouted with his hands in the shape of a trumpet.

A few disciples ran out first, and when they saw the young man wearing a bamboo hat, one of them stopped, and turned back to find the suzerain and the manager, and the rest surrounded him, and a few of them wept with joy, and when they stretched out their arms to hug the young man, they realized that his face was haggard Pale, all blood lost, and the wound on the shoulder, turbid, dirty and horrible, a little hideous.

"It's great to be alive," Zhili said, "but I'm dying, please help me in, save me!"

"Okay, hurry up!" Several doormen shouted hastily.

"Come!" Zhili turned around and said, "You come too!"

Everyone followed his gaze, and a slender and straight young man stepped up from the slope of the slope.

In the morning light, his face was handsome and elegant, and the frost and snow fell on his black hair and shoulders like pear blossoms.

"I won't go in," Xia Zhaoxue said, "give me back the bamboo hat."

"Aren't you coming in?" After a pause, "Then what are you doing here on the mountain? Why don't you come in for a bowl of porridge?"

"I think it's more important for you to go in and see your injuries first," Xia Zhaoxue said.

"You're not passing by, are you?" Zhi Li said.

"Bamboo hat." Xia Zhaoxue spread his palms.

Zhili took off the bamboo hat, handed it over and said: "Seeing that you are in a hurry, you should have something important to do. When you are free, you can come here at any time. If you want anything, I will talk to Old Sect Master Pei, and then... "

Having said this, Zhi Li stopped by himself.

He suddenly realized that such wording was very wrong.

The other party never asked for any repayment from the beginning to the end. On the contrary, he kept mentioning matters related to interests repeatedly here, which seemed too...

Xia Zhaoxue put on the hat and said, "Farewell."

"Okay," Zhi Li said, "Farewell."

Xia Zhaoxue turned and left.

Zhili yawned, and was about to go back, but was suddenly taken aback, and turned his head to look at Xia Zhaoxue's back.

Thin and tall, very straight, this back...

"Ah!" Zhili said with a flash of inspiration, "I remembered! No wonder I feel familiar, so he looks like the portrait left by my senior sister!"

As he said that, he was about to chase after Xia Zhaoxue.

The doorman beside him hastily grabbed him.

"Heal your wounds first!"

"You are seriously injured, let's go back first!"

"It's just that they look alike, but they don't have to be!"

……

Zhili didn't really catch up.

He looked at Daxue with some sadness, and the figure that was about to disappear.

After all, just looking like...

Although the face and back are similar, Zhili knows that the man in the painting by the senior sister is no longer in this world.

so sad.

……

……

There are many ways to go down the mountain.

There are two straight stone steps and nearly five small roads.

Although it snowed heavily all night, the messy footprints on the snow were not erased.

Xia Zhaoxue chose the most remote path.

In fact, he should stay and ask why Emperor Xuanyan took people away from the mountain overnight, but he was really afraid of that young man's mouth.

After going down the mountain left and right, he would find a piece of clothing first, and he could inquire about it by himself.

But it was as if something was destined in the dark, what he thought happened to be what he saw.

A young soldier in armor was coming up from below, walking slowly, thoughtfully, tall and thin, with steady steps.

As if sensing someone, he paused slightly and raised his head.

His face was dirty and covered with mud, but when he lifted it up against the light, he could still see his fair skin, his facial features were deep and handsome, and he was rare and beautiful.

With many years of experience in the army and knowledge of people, Xia Zhaoxue saw at a glance that this soldier was full of martial arts, and he hardly hesitated. The first reaction in his mind was to use the terrain advantage to preemptively strike.

He raised his foot and kicked the ancient trees by the roadside with great force. The frost and snow accumulated on the trees were about the size of a fist, and they fell one after another, and the thicker snow blocks also fell down with a bang.

(End of this chapter)