"Old Jun, are there any customers? Is the business good?" The man turned over and dismounted, asked while handing the reins in his hand to the old Jun.

Lu Changwen, who was drinking tea, looked up when he heard the sound. The man appeared in front of him with a handsome young man with thick eyebrows like ink, straight facial features, and dressed in a short farmer's clothes, but he was full of vitality and gave people a refreshing feeling.

Lu Changwen saw a man with a national face holding a horse whip in his hand and was tall, but he was not close to him, but he felt oppressed.

After drinking tea, Lu Changwen took out a few copper coins and prepared to buy some dry food from the store to prepare for the exam. However, he saw that the store was busy greeting the man and hung himself aside. He had to sit down, but said in his heart, "The dog's eyes looked down on the person."

"I'm so lucky to ask the general, it's so good." The old army responded, took the reins and tied them to the fence behind the teahouse. The camel next to him sniffed, obviously not happy with this sudden visitor.

Listening to the shopkeeper's Q&A with this man, Lu Changwen couldn't help but glar at the man's back, but the man turned his head and looked at Lu Changwen.

Seeing that Lu Changwen was angry with his scholarly face, he turned around and chatted with Lao Jun.

Lu Changwen's face froze. After nodding, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be drinking tea. However, the bowl was empty and he felt quite embarrassed. He hurriedly took out a few copper coins from the bag and left them. He got up and went out. In a moment, he appeared on the path next to the official road.

Just as he was about to get up to pay the bill, he heard the sound of horse hooves on the official road. The old army looked sideways and rushed towards him. In the blink of an eye, he was approaching. After dismounting, he stepped into the teahouse in two steps and sat opposite the general without saying a word.

The old army was so scared that they hurriedly chased after him. After seeing the appearance of the visitor, their faces were full of surprise and instantly dissipated. They walked into the back hall to prepare for food, muttering, "I thought you were going to be unfavorable to the general."

"Blind!" Hongye, who was sitting opposite the general, suddenly spoke.

"Stewed mutton, grilled lamb chops, mutton soup, and pancakes, general and Hongye, use it slowly, please greet me if you have anything to do." Lao Jun put down his food, snorted heavily at Hongye, pulled out the cigarette rod from his waist, sat on the side and started to suck.

Seeing this, the general was not upset. He picked up the bowl and drank the mutton soup. Hongye was not polite. He grabbed a lamb leg and chewed it. In a blink of an eye, there was only a lot of things left on the table.

With a loud bang, the general put the bowl heavily on the table and gave the old army a thumbs up. The red leaves, which were originally white, were red and had a sweat on their noses.

"Lao Jun, after I return to Beijing, I will help your daughter with an errand in the palace, which will relieve your heart." After the general said, Lao Jun, who had a tense face, rubbed the cigarette pole, grinned, and smiled into a line.

Hongye only glanced at the corner of her mouth and took out ten taels of gold from her arms, "No, your daughter has no money, I'm out of money." After that, the man was already outside the door.

The general patted Lao Jun's shoulder and stepped out the door, leaving Lao Jun alone in the local area. Although he had been away from the army for many years, the two of them were still treating him as before. Lao Jun's palms slowly tightened until the cigarette rod was clenched.

After a while, I took a deep breath, sat down again, picked up the cigarette rod and took a few sips, but there was no cigarette. I stretched out my thumb and pressed it, and I found that the cigarette pot had been extinguished at some point.

He got up and turned into the back hall to the point, but he lost the interest in slapping. He lay by the window and looked into the distance. The figures of the two on the official road were blurred into two black dots.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the two black dots disappeared. The old army inserted the cigarette pole back to his waist, turned over and rode on the camel, and ran in the direction where the two left.

Unfortunately, the weather is not good, and the storm comes as soon as possible, with yellow sand covering the sky and the sun, and the temperature drops sharply. What's even more annoying is that the camel actually lying on the side of the road, no longer moving.

But the important thing is in my body, so I can't delay it. I have to turn over, abandon the camel, and wear leggings. I looked around and took out two silver needles from my arms, stabbed my left and right calfs, and rushed into the wind and sand again, running straight to the four fields under the mud without stopping.

When Dongfang Weiming finally saw two figures in front of him, he pulled out the cigarette pole from his waist and threw it hard. At the same time, he shouted, "Mei Yin, leave your life!" He took out the dagger in his arms, and stabbed it with all his strength with his eyes closed.

When Mei Yin turned around, Hongye stepped on the saddle and rose up. The soft sword on his waist cut the smoke pole into two. The sword energy came out against the wind and cut a hundred steps away in an instant. Lao Jun felt a pain in his shoulder, his upper body jumped up, drawing an arc, and then fell heavily in front of Mei Yin. Yinhong had a small piece of sand. The lower half fell after more than ten steps, and the blood stained yellow sand.

The old army looked at Mei Yin and smiled, but there was blood in his teeth and his expression looked ferocious. Mei Yin saw it in his eyes, just like the way he had survived the disaster after every battle on the battlefield many years ago.

The past was rumbling in my mind, and finally overlapped with the old army with half of his body, but now he is in his life!

"Beware of...the darkness! General...jun, Yue'er...I'll bow to you, I'll fight for you in the next life...life...I'll fight for you again!" The voice was intermittent and gradually weakened. I wanted to hold my fists and salute, but I couldn't do enough.

"Who asked you to come?" Mei Yin asked anxiously with a flash of light in her eyes.

The wind and sand were raging, and it had already been buried in the old army's chest, but the old army could no longer answer. Hongye next to him reached out to explore the old army's neck vein and said, "Die."

Even though Mei Yin, who was used to life and death, was unhelpful at this moment. If he died on the battlefield, it would be the glory of the soldiers. But the old army had been with him for more than twenty years, but just now he seemed to be determined to die, just to report the news and entrusted an orphan to come.

Although Mei Yin has been guarding the border for many years, he is on the front line and is more sensitive to dangerous things. After seeing Hongye stubbornly stolen the old army's body and carefully tidy up his appearance, the suspicion in his heart was lingering.

Suddenly, Mei Yin inserted his feet into the sand, his waist bent back and his body was like a spring, and with a sound of a whistle, a golden light shot into the air.

"Chirp—" With a scream, a goshawk in the air flapped his wings and fled, leaving behind a few remaining feathers, which were swept by the wind and scattered everywhere. Hongye's eyes were fast and his hands were fast, and his body was like a sharp arrow. He instantly stabbed into the air. After landing, he handed the bloody eagle feathers on his fingertips to Mei Yin.

Mei Yin took the blood feather, but his eyes suddenly turned cold. Hongye was stunned and asked, "Have you found it?"

"The captive eagle will always be less alert." Mei Yin's words made Hongye feel tremble.

"I don't know who raised it?" Hongye looked at Lao Jun's grave, as if he was talking to himself.

"Maybe only Lao Jun knows it. He didn't say it before, and he always had his own difficulties. Maybe his daughter is the reason." Mei Yin turned over and clasped his fists at the bulging sandbag, and whipped away with a whip.

Hongye waited for the general to walk away before kneeling down, and then kowtowed three times in a row and flew onto the horse.

But he saw that the general was half a mile away, holding the reins with one hand, and the whip was full of shadows, as if he was suddenly sent to him eagerly. Hongye was puzzled, and he whipped three times in a row, clamping his legs with his legs, and his mount flew forward with four hooves.

But after running for a while, not only did he not catch up, but seemed to fall further. He pinned the horse whip to his waist, bent his fingers into claws, and his heavy claws were on the horse's buttocks. The mount was hurt and he instantly accelerated. He caught up with Mei Yin in just a teacup.

Just as I was about to speak, Mei Yin said, "Go to the village in front to rest."

Hongye understood and raised his hand and slapped it on the wound of the mount again, and each person and rode away first.

"Such anger will cause death," Mei Yin said to himself, but he did not point it out, but he felt relieved in a flash. He was busy on the battlefield all year round, but it was strange if he lost his anger.

He followed up and entered the village. The wind and sand had stopped. Smoke was rising from the houses in the village, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking came one after another. There was occasionally green in front and behind the house, which seemed to be a little out of the world.

Suddenly, Mei Yinlian said three words of "good". When the red leaves turned their heads, they saw a peach blossom blooming inside the wall, hiding a faint fragrance. A man next to the tree, with straight facial features and thin body, wearing a long blue cloth gown full of wrinkles, but a pair of straw sandals under his feet, and his heels were covered with calluses.

"Sir, can you let me go in and rest for a while?" Mei Yin clasped his fists and spoke, very polite.

"Those who die are below, and those who live are always above. The door is open, and you will be at will." The person under the tree turned his head and glanced at the two of them.

When the two walked into the yard, they reached the door, and kicked open the door with anger, and said in a muffled voice: "Drink water and pour it yourself, I'm too lazy to serve you." They pushed the blue and white teapot on the table in front of Mei Yin, turned to look at the peach blossoms in the yard, and were stunned.

Hongye wanted to have an attack several times, but Mei Yin secretly stopped him. He poured water and looked at the furnishings in the house. The ink inkstone on the stove was very abrupt, and Hongye's gaze also stopped above the ink inkstone.

"Hmph, I'm poor and elegant." Hongye was already angry in his heart, and his words were mean.

"Yes, I'm so poor. She said that before, but it's a pity..." Before he finished speaking, two lines of clear tears dripped down his cheeks onto the table, which was extremely heart-wrenching.

Hongye frowned and refused to look at him. He did not sympathize with him, but contempt.

"A man stands tall and stands tall, how can he be crying?" Mei Yin suddenly frowned and shouted.

"Mr. Lu cried whenever he wanted to cry, laugh whenever he wanted to laugh, it was nothing to do with you." After saying that, he simply lay on the table and cried loudly, and later turned into wailing, and the sound shook the roof tiles.

Mei Yin was about to get up and leave, but he saw an old man rushing into the room in a panic, shouting "Dingwen" in his mouth, pulling and pulling Lu Dingwen onto the bed, taking out the silver needle in his arms, stabbing him a few times, and Lu Dingwen fell asleep.

After asking, I learned that the old man was the only doctor in the village. He often came to take care of him because he saw that he was pitiful.

Although the old man was old, he was very talkative. When he talked about Lu Dingwen, he sighed.

It turns out that Lu Dingwen was not like this before. The reason why he became like this now is that he has to start with Yaruo, which is his wife.

"As the saying goes, if you are not a race, your heart will be different. Even a woman has to be careful, but he insists on marrying that woman. Now, he will make himself like this. His son has not come back yet. I don't know if he can bear it at a young age." The old man shook his head and sighed, with sympathy on his face.

"Is it a detailed work?" Mei Yin asked.

"This is not. There is no way to give birth to children for people. Isn't it a loss of money for his wife and soldiers? Besides, he is a poor scholar, and he is not profitable." The old man wiped his nose and shook his hands.

"Can this foreign woman disappear now? He is crazy because of lovesickness?" Hongye teased.

The old man slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, that's exactly that." Mei Yin nodded slightly and was about to get up and leave.

But when I heard the sound of the broken gong outside the house, "Dingwen, come quickly, your aunt has found it." The three people in the house were shocked. The old man stepped out of the house first, but saw that the old and young people in the village had surrounded the yard.

The old man opened his throat and opened his mouth while shouting. When he squeezed to the front, he saw a white cloth covered with a stretcher. As soon as he lifted a corner, he screamed in surprise. Mei Yin winked, and the red leaves squeezed into the crowd, lifting the white cloth, and the crowd suddenly became silent.

After a while, a few people rushed out of the inner circle and squatted on the ground and vomited wildly.

Mei Yin separated the crowd, his eyebrows immediately frowned into a deep Sichuan character. He saw that the back of the corpse was peeled off, and the tender flesh turned black. Some areas had scabbed, but other places were maggots everywhere, and the smell of corpse penetrated into his nostrils.

Mei Yin was about to reach out to turn over the body, but was blocked by Hongye. He stretched out his finger and pressed the wound. The blood was as black as ink.

"Poisonous?" Hongye nodded and agreed.

"Has outsiders come to the village recently?" Mei Yin asked.
Chapter completed!