Ga ga ga~

The ducks wandered into the fence gate and happily returned to their familiar home.

Feng Ying put down the package on her shoulder and sighed that she was finally home.

Yu lifted up his bamboo hat and looked at the thatched earthen house. He leaned against the stone wall in boredom and took out a thin stick to shape an arrow shaft. He whittled it a few times, then looked at it carefully with his eyes and inspected it carefully. He tried hard to make arrows with simple tools.

"Ying, do you still remember what happened in the dream?"

After whittling twice, he turned to look at Feng Ying who was repairing the broken fence gate.

Feng Ying paused for a moment.

"Remember, the sky and the earth are full of fire, the dragon is bigger than the mountain, the dragon supports the sky fire and turns it into the mountain peak, there is a goddess in the ice, the dragon's horns, dragon's ears, dragon's tail is very beautiful, I... dare not look into her eyes.

"

Yu, who was repairing the arrow shaft, was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect the freckled girl to know so much. At present, it seems that it is getting more and more difficult to figure out his origin. Forget it, just take it one step at a time.

He raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky and thick fog flowing over his head, trying to piece together the scenes he recalled.

Feng Ying was busy cleaning up the debris in the yard, and she would have to go to the mountain to visit the grave later.

In the past, she dared to use bamboo spears to stab people to death like fishes in the mountains. When she returned to her familiar home, she immediately turned back into a fisherman girl who fished for food.

Yu casually grabbed the big white goose and pulled off a white feather at the tip of its wing.

The white goose stretched its neck and screamed in preparation for an attack. Yu grabbed it by the neck and threw it into the yard, hoping to catch it later if it lacked feathers.

He glanced at Feng Ying, who was busy and focused.

He looked up at the looming sails in the distance of the lake and shook his head.

"There's going to be a war. Although the valley was a little bitter, we can still survive."

"..."

Feng Ying's busy hands paused. The appearance of rain tore up the curtain covering the world, allowing him to witness with his own eyes a huge wave hundreds of feet high rushing towards the fishing village. Everything he knew was like a small fishing boat in front of the huge wave. The moment of tranquility was just before the destruction.

Illusion.

"How long will it take for it to end?"

"I can't say for sure, maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, but it won't stop anyway."

"..."

Whether it's thousands of years or hundreds of years, it's a long time for Feng Ying. It's hard to imagine what a long war that lasted for dozens of generations would be like.

After being shocked, it suddenly didn't matter anymore. Why should I think so far ahead of a mere few decades of life?

Squat in front of the chicken coop and try to restore the destroyed chicken coop.

"Who are they and why do they want to nail the dragon's veins?"

Hearing this, Yu recalled carefully.

He quickly found the answer from the messy memory and explained it to Feng Ying while installing the tail feathers.

"It is said that a newly rising emperor wants to rule the world. This is how wars begin. Every time a country is conquered, the dragon veins are immediately nailed. Of course, large dragon veins cannot be touched. Most of the branch dragons and leaf dragons are nailed, which can prevent rebellion and strengthen rule.

.”

“Does it really work to bury nails in a mountain?”

"Maybe it will be useful."

Yu paused and continued.

"If it is pinned down, at least it will be difficult for a great person to be born in a place affected by the dragon's veins. As the saying goes, a place with outstanding people is spiritual. When a beautiful place loses its spirituality, it affects people. Without people with great fortune everywhere, the country will naturally be stable."

"That……"

"Don't worry, you only have one chance to nail the dragon veins. Once you fail, the dragon veins will go dormant."

Finally I made an arrow and put it into the birch bark quiver.

Continuing to cut arrow shafts, I watched Feng Ying tidy up the courtyard. Several consecutive heavy rains had moistened the green grass, and the courtyard was full of wormwood.

There were more and more sails on the horizon of the lake, and the navy appeared suddenly, with flags flying and divided into two sides.

Feng Ying repaired the chicken coop and started pulling weeds again. She rested when she felt hungry.

Yu prepared the meal.

A few dry coarse grain cakes, dried salted fish, and bacon.

The two stopped what they were doing and sat in the courtyard to eat, dryly, drinking water while eating.

Feng Ying hesitated to speak.

"I picked up this knife in a lake a few years ago. I have always wanted to return it to its original owner, but after waiting for several years, the owner still didn't come back."

After saying that, he looked at Yu who was eating hard.

Across the moldy broken wooden table, Yu drank some water and tried to swallow the coarse grain cake.

"I don't remember much. You didn't pick up the knife, but the knife chose you. It changed your life. It was an opportunity and a shackle."

Eating hard rice will make your throat uncomfortable, but you have to eat it and gave Feng Ying a flat look.

"It will be very tiring. It is a fate you cannot avoid."

After hearing this, Feng Ying was a little confused. She lowered her head, picked up the coarse grain residue on the table and ate it seriously.

"What do you want me to do?"

She also wanted to pick up the scraps that fell on the ground. In the past, hens would pick them up and eat them, but now there are only a few chicken feathers left in the house. Feng Ying silently cursed those evil people who deserved to die.

Yu turned to look at the lake with turbulent undercurrents.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I’m too lazy to say too much. Anyway, no matter how hard you struggle, you can’t change your destiny, you can’t escape, you can’t hide. Who among all living beings can control their destiny?

After the meal, Yu continued to silently cut arrow shafts.

There are more and more big ships on the lake. Thousands of sails hide the surface of the lake. Small-scale water battles break out intermittently at the intersection of the lake and the river. The atmosphere is depressing and tense. Monsters in the water are frightened and the monsters in the water are fleeing in all directions. Waterbirds are flying into the mountains with their chaotic chirping. Even remote fishing villages are in danger.

Knowing something bad is about to happen.

Feng Ying looked at the scene he had never seen before and guessed that there might be another war.

after dinner.

The two naval forces at dusk suddenly beat their war drums.

Yu seems to be used to big scenes, carefully installing the iron arrowhead under the oil lamp, while Feng Ying is restless and pays attention to the water battle in the lake.

As night fell, the battle between more than a thousand warships began, and the shouts could be heard far and wide.

Yu, who was making arrows in the house, raised his head. The leaves outside the window were illuminated by the firelight, and he could even see the valleys and peaks of Beishan clearly.

She put away her arrows and went out, standing silently next to Feng Ying, the firelight illuminating their faces.

The lake in the distance is full of fire.

The roaring like a tsunami rose and fell.

The burning warships collided randomly, the tall masts collapsed with a harsh cracking sound, the flames burned the ropes and the sails fell, and the burning arrows drew dense arcs and crisscrossed randomly. Some large ships stood upright in the water, with pouring water.

The kerosene overflowed on the lake, and then burned and engulfed those who fell into the water.

Yu sighed, turned around and went back to the house to sleep. He had seen too many large-scale wars along the way and was used to it.

Feng Ying couldn't sleep and stood alone in front of the wall watching the fire.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. I went back to the house when I couldn't bear it.

I lay there for a long time and fell asleep...

early morning.

The lake was filled with heavy fog. The fishing village located high up was above the white fog. From a distance, only many masts could be seen in the thick fog. It was very quiet. There were no shouts of death. There were some sporadic flames in various parts of the lake, which burned all night long.

In the end, the winner was decided, and both sides paid the lives of countless low-level people.

Feng Ying got up, washed, released the ducks and geese, took the fishing gear, and went to see if the fish cages had any harvest.

The dew on the weeds on the roadside wetted the trouser legs, as if everything was back to the familiar past.

Walking along the hillside path towards the fishing boats on the shore, after walking into the thick fog, it was very quiet not far away, as if the small world we were in was constantly moving forward.

After a long time, I finally heard the sound of water waves. Feng Ying sniffed hard and felt that the smell of water vapor was different from before.

I saw something on the shore from a distance, swaying over and over with the waves.

Thinking that it was driftwood that had been blown to the shore by wind and waves, and that it could be carried home and burned on the fire after being fished out and dried, Feng Ying threw the fishing gear into the boat, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to drag the driftwood ashore.

"..."

I was shocked when I saw it clearly.

It was not driftwood at all, but a charred floating corpse.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew away the thick fog on the lake.

Feng Ying had a bad premonition. Her neck stiffened and she slowly raised her head. Her eyes widened and her face turned pale.

"Ho... ho ho... ah...!"

His throat made a strange scream involuntarily, and he fell into the mud and kicked his legs back hard.

The surface of the lake is covered with floating corpses, which are pushed by wind and waves to gather on the shore. The floating corpses and broken wooden boards rise and fall with the waves.

I finally turned around but couldn't use any strength, so I could only kneel down and crawl hard.

Feng Ying's hands and feet became weak and she crawled back. She kept vomiting, her eyes were wide open, she was breathing rapidly, and she was whining and screaming.

I don’t know how long I stumbled and ran. When I saw Yu Hou, I threw myself into Yu’s arms and finally burst into tears.
Chapter completed!