Chang Sihao walked eastward for a long time, and his pace gradually slowed down.

He had already pulled a piece of cloth to wrap the wound, and pressed some sand on the outside. Although it still hurt, the bleeding had stopped and it was no longer a serious problem.

The right hand holding the knife still did not relax. The gaps between his fingers were full of blood. The blood had dried up at this time, and a small part cracked, exploded, and fell off on his skin. The falling blood pieces reminded Chang Sihao of dryness.

Jujube peel.

——Jujubes. How many years have you not eaten red, crunchy, and sweet jujubes? In the memory, even its taste seems to have faded, leaving only the impression of pleasure when eating it. Thinking of it

, the muscles on Chang Sihao's face twitched slightly, a feeling of hunger came over him, and his body felt more and more tired.

He stopped, paused for a moment, and wanted to let go of the handle of the knife, but his right hand still held on tightly as if he couldn't control it.

He used his left hand to pry the fingers of his right hand, but his right hand was held so tightly that the fingers of his left hand couldn't get through at all, and his mind went blank.

Chang Sihao looked at the long knife in his hand and suddenly felt that it was very strange. Remembering that he had never had a chance to look at the knife since he took it from Mr. Cheng, he turned around and looked at it carefully.

The blade of this knife is extremely long, clean and shiny, and there is no trace of blood on it. Chang Sihao remembered the time when the knife was used to cut the city wall, and inspected the blade. There was no flaw, and he was amazed. He also saw that there were hidden lines on the blade, and the workmanship was exquisite.

, does not compromise the rigidity and softness, and is of the highest quality in carving art. Turning around the blade, and looking at the handle, there are dragons and light phoenixes floating on the handle, all of which are carved for the hand. It looks elegant and feels comfortable to hold. After playing with it for a while, Chang Sihao suddenly discovered,

I don't know when my right hand had let go of the handle of the knife, and it moved as usual without any abnormalities. I was overjoyed. It turned out that this hand was tightly clenched in the subconscious of survival, and did not obey the command. The more I let it go, the more it became immobile.

, if you don’t notice it, it will actually relax.

He saw that his hand and the handle of the knife were all stained with blood, so he wiped it on his body a few times, then pulled the corner of his clothes and wiped the handle of the knife clean. When he picked up the knife again, he felt that the stickiness in his palm was no longer there, and he could hold it tightly.

Feeling better, I waved the sword a few times in excitement. I felt that I couldn't dance in any good-looking posture. I immediately felt ashamed and frustrated. I thought: "This sword is a valuable treasure. It can only be held in the hands of a general like Mr. Cheng to command thousands of armies."

Thousands of horses represent a hero, but if you hold it in my hand and wave it around like a naughty boy playing, what's the use? It's better to quickly find Mr. Cheng and return the sword to him."

Looking around, there are many sand hills and long ancient roads. Even if there are bloodstains and hoof marks on the ground, they have long been covered up by the wind and sand. I don't know where Mr. Cheng fled to.

Thinking that all the soldiers in the city had died, and their souls returned to the thick earth of the underworld, but I was still wearing the bright colors of the morning sun, walking alone in the sun world, I suddenly felt as if I was separated from this world.

Feeling a pain in the wound, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a few more handfuls of sand, and pressed it on it.

It's almost noon.

There are no clouds in the sky, and all living objects on the surface of the earth are the targets of the scorching sun.

Chang Sihao crossed several yellow and sandy slopes. He was exhausted, but he did not dare to stop at all. He knew that as long as he took a short rest, he would not be able to stand up again, adding another ghost to this desolate desert.

Sweat soaked in blood in his clothes, Chang Sihao gradually felt dizzy and his eyesight turned black. Suddenly he heard the scream of crows and the roar of war horses, which startled him. He immediately became more awake and hurriedly followed the sounds.

I saw thousands of miles of yellow sand in the distance, a little red, and it was the war horse that carried Mr. Cheng out of the city! A large group of crows stretched out their beaks and claws, and were fighting with the horse. But I saw the horse standing up and raising its hooves, striking at the group.

The crow cries and roars like a warrior!

The crows are flying with their black wings, working together, advancing and retreating in a certain way, and becoming one, straight like a dark cloud covering the top, a black dragon stirring up the sea, its momentum is amazing!

Chang Sihao knew that the horse was not far away from Master Cheng, so he was overjoyed and tried his best to move forward.

When they got closer, they discovered that Cheng Yunfeng was lying on the side of his horse. The wind and sand blew up and buried most of his body. It turned out that Cheng Yunfeng had fainted and was brought here by his horse. He just fell off the horse and saw a group of crows coming from the blood, intending to peck at him.

The war horse was quite intelligent and raised its hooves to protect its owner and fight against the crowd of crows. At this time, when the crows saw the person coming, they immediately stopped and hovered in the sky, but did not leave, secretly watching for a good opportunity. Chang Sihao didn't care about the number of people, and hurriedly stabbed him with his knife.

He pushed sand and earth to the ground, turned Cheng Yunfeng's body over, and saw that his complexion was black and blue, his tongue was dry and his lips were cracked, and he was already dying.

"Sir! Master Cheng!" Chang Sihao didn't know how to treat him, so he just waved and called.

Cheng Yunfeng slowly raised his eyelids, squinted his eyes, and his eyes were slightly distracted. When he saw it was Chang Sihao, a smile appeared on his face, and he sighed: "Just come out, keep the green hills... stay...

...The green mountains are here..." After saying these two sentences, tears already flowed out.

"grown ups!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Cheng Yunfeng gasped several times and felt a little better. Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, tears washed down his cheeks: "A lost city can be regained, but a dead person cannot be resurrected! It was me who insisted on my own way.

, refused to give up an inch of land, and fought to the death to occupy the city, which was the reason why the entire city's soldiers and civilians were harmed!... Life is not about seeking death, but living is about hope!"

"Life... is hope?"

Chang Sihao repeated mechanically.

Cheng Yunfeng turned his head and saw the long knife stuck on the ground. His infinitely lonely eyes were mixed with a hint of joy: "People are like passing water, and the knife is like the Ganges River. It is a long river, a long river. I am your master, and I am just a person beside you.

A passer-by!" After Yan finished, he reached out to his waist, took off the scabbard, and handed it to Chang Sihao: "This knife is called 'Changhe'. It has been with me in battles for ten years, and I have beheaded countless people. I give it to you now. I think it will not be used in the future.

It will be lonely!”

Chang Sihao took the scabbard with one hand and held Cheng Yunfeng's arm with the other: "Sir, let me help you mount your horse!"

Cheng Yunfeng shook his head gently: "No need. The poison has penetrated deeply and there is no cure." He coughed several times, suppressed his breath, and said: "I offended the eunuch in the court and was demoted here. I know that the border is dangerous, so I will

My family members all stayed in Taiyuan, where they were originally from, and they died here. My mother, wife, and daughter still don’t know who I am. They are worried about me day and night, and I am afraid that thieves will harm me. Even though I am dead, I can’t rest in peace. If my little brother can communicate on my behalf, I can ask him to move away.

Cheng is very grateful." He took out a dragon-carved jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Chang Sihao: "This jade pendant is a family heirloom, you can use it as a reference when we meet!"

"Sir!" Chang Sihao held the jade pendant in his hand, his voice hoarse in grief.

Crows fly in the sky, circling and screaming, impatient and ready to move.

Cheng Yunfeng closed his eyes and smiled: "Get on your horse! It's rare... I have leisure time. I want to be alone, lie here quietly and bask in the sun for a while..." Soldiers and civilians died in the war, and most of their bodies were abandoned in the wilderness, and their bones were found.

Yu Qiu, he said this because he wanted to be buried in the sky and did not want Chang Sihao to collect the body and refine it for him.

Chang Sihao knew what he was thinking, and there was a burst of sadness in his chest. He remembered what Xu Laojun once said to him, and thought that Xu Gong's words were true. There is always death and life, existence and destruction, sorrow and resentment in the world.

It was indeed useless. He nodded silently, turned around and sheathed his sword, jumped on the horse, looked at him deeply for the last time, turned the horse's head, put his feet in the stirrups, and galloped away resolutely.

Cheng Yunfeng looked at the clear sky thousands of miles away, and felt that at this moment, his heart was so relaxed and happy as the wind, which seemed to be unprecedented in his life. He also felt that he was alone, sad and lonely, and the longing for his relatives was thick and concentrated in his heart.

The depression is difficult to heal, and it has not been weakened by the disappearance of vitality.
Chapter completed!