Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 472 Two Decades
After the snow and the first clear sky, the silver-white world.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

A sound of horseshoes came from south to north. The maroon horse galloped on the vast snow field, and the horseshoes rolled up waves of snow.

Hua Rulang shuddered, even though the hand holding the rein was frozen unconscious, he felt warm in his heart, because soon he would see his junior who had been away for ten years.

Looking ahead, there is a camp standing in the barren snow field.

The gate of the camp was wide open, and the camp was full of soldiers kneeling and waiting for a long time.Hua Rulang reined in the horse, and two soldiers helped him off the horse to shake off the snow from his body.

Hua Rulang walked towards a brazier, wanting to warm up first, when he happened to meet a dark young man walking out of the nearby tent.

The young man was naked, wearing a bearskin. He had muscular chest muscles, broad shoulders, dark and rough skin all over his body, and his dirty beard hadn't been taken care of for an unknown period of time.Such scruffy military men can be seen everywhere in the camp.Few men would pay attention to their image in this kind of place, because there are no women in the barracks.

Hua Rulang didn't recognize the dark young man, but the young man recognized him immediately.

The moment he saw Hua Rulang, the dark young man's eyes buried deep in his messy hair suddenly lit up, he rushed over, grabbed Hua Rulang's neck with both hands, and ruthlessly pushed him down on the snow.

Hua Rulang was so pinched that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't fight back at all, like a weak scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Worried about killing people, the soldiers rushed to break the dark young man's hands, but those two hands were locked tightly around Hua Rulang's neck like iron rings, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't be broken.

Hua Rulang waved his hand, indicating that the others do not need to intervene.

The soldiers looked nervously at Hua Rulang and looked at each other, no one knew which play these two were singing about.

Hua Rulang doesn't know how to sing, he knows that in this world, there is only one person who can greet guests from afar in this way.This dark young man was the junior brother he was going to meet today - Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao gradually withdrew the strength in his hands, and laughed loudly: "Brother, you are still the same, you would rather die than surrender."

Hua Rulang swallowed hard, rubbed his neck and said, "Third Junior Brother, you are still the same, with big breasts and no brains."

The two of them smiled knowingly. Although it seemed to others that they did not use any spells, in the process of fighting just now, they could feel that neither of them had fallen behind in the past ten years.

Hua Rulang sighed: "Since the master died and came back to life, five of us from the same sect practiced in Yunmeng Mountain for ten years. Then we parted ways, and ten years passed in a flash. I think the other three are very different from before in the past 20 years. , only you haven't changed at all..."

Yang Xiao said with a smile: "Brother, I was blamed for being ignorant back then. If I hadn't done that kind of thing, it wouldn't have caused the five of us to be separated for ten years."

Hua Rulang patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let the past go, the master has long wanted to let the five of us wander outside, even if that didn't happen to you and Yuan Sheng, we would go our separate ways sooner or later. , don’t blame yourself too much.”

"Hey, senior brother, I just like listening to you talk."

Yang Xiao smiled and stretched out a big black hand to Hua Rulang, wanting to pull the senior brother up.Hua Rulang didn't get up in a hurry, took out a parchment scroll from her arms, handed it to Yang Xiao, and said, "Master, I want you to do something."

"That old fox, you finally think of me!"

Yang Xiao quickly took the sheepskin scroll, and was about to open it in front of everyone, but was held down by Hua Rulang with one hand, and blamed him: "Why haven't I made any progress at all, I'll read it when I go back."

"What's so mysterious, this old fox just likes to keep things secret..."

Hua Rulang patted the snow on his body, stood up and said: "As long as you can accomplish this, you will be the envoy of Xuanzong Ziling Banner in the future."

The purple feather flag is in charge of the flag envoy?

Yang Xiao's hands holding the parchment scroll were trembling uncontrollably. If he gets this position, it means that he can sit on an equal footing with senior brother Hua Rulang.

Once upon a time, this position was too far away for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao has been in the army for ten years, and there are many people who don't know him, but there is no one who has never heard of Mrs. Fox. Even the deaf cook knows that Mrs. Fox is the master of Xuanzong who calls the wind and rain.

But until yesterday, no one believed in the relationship between Yang Xiao and Master Hu.

It's not that Yang Xiao didn't mention his identity before others, but no one believed that Master Hu's apprentice would be a border guard.Later, even Yang Xiao himself admitted that he was joking, because he knew that if he continued to insist, he would only be drowned out by laughter.

When watching the snow-capped mountains, Yang Xiao always had a new understanding of the three characters "Master Fox", and sometimes even felt that this name belonged to a distant stranger.

There are two very extreme evaluations of the "Master Fox" in the mouth of the soldiers.Some people say that Mr. Hu is a traitor and a traitor, a devil who slaughtered and burned thousands of troops outside the city of Haojing; others say that Mr. Hu is a master outside the world, a righteous man who has the courage to overthrow the faint king.

Whether it is a righteous man with a good reputation or a devil with a bad reputation, Yang Xiao feels that it is not the master he once knew.His last impression of Master was only on that night ten years ago.

That night, Yuan Sheng challenged Yang Xiao to a duel on the grassland at the top of Yunmeng Mountain, and agreed that the loser would give up his pursuit of his junior sister, Princess Wansheng.

Yang Xiao's interest in the duel itself is far greater than the bets on the duel.

Yuan Sheng carefully chose a saber.

Yang Xiao used a knife.At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was like a knife, rough, violent, direct...

The two had no grievances or enmity, but they fought because of their own emotions.

Hua Rulang felt that the motive of the duel between the two was very strange, but it did seem like something only a young man with a young blood would do, and Yang Xiao and Yuan Sheng were just at the age of a young man with a young blood.

How he was defeated by Yuan Sheng in the end, Yang Xiao has long forgotten, only remembering that the last thing he saw before fainting was the face of the master, a face with no expression.The master has never been silent, silent like a statue, an angry giant.

Yang Xiao knows that silence is the most severe criticism of Master, it is better than a thousand words.The master usually acts like a fool, and only when someone provokes him, will he see another serious face and be severely punished, even his closest disciples are no exception.

When Yang Xiao woke up, he found that he was in the desolate snow-capped mountains at the border, like an exiled prisoner, from Master Fox's direct disciple to an unknown soldier guarding the border.

From that day on, Yang Xiao was forbidden by his master to use any spells.

When he first joined the army, Yang Xiao regarded himself as Mr. Fox's apprentice, like a recalcitrant horse, he didn't take anyone seriously.

Later, he found that he was useless except for spells, and he couldn't even beat strong mortals.

Although Yang Xiao's father is a general, he grew up listening to military stories, but this camp is completely different from what he heard.There is no clanging of iron hoofs here, making contributions, the only thing that needs to be done here is to "stand".

Sometimes with the heavy snow all over the sky, one stop lasts for a day and a night.Yang Xiao practiced quietly while standing, honed his impetuous will, and had nothing else to do.Because there is never a rest day, no delicacies, and no women here.

However, it doesn't seem that there have never been women. For example, two days ago, Yang Xiao heard that someone saw a celestial girl descending from the top of a snow mountain.

(End of this chapter)