It was almost noon, and mist still filled the valley.
The sun in early spring is as thin as a piece of paper, huddled deep in the sky.
Xu Huai, a young man who had been living in Tongbai Mountain for fifteen or sixteen years, stood at the top of Yingzizui Cliff, a height of seven to eight feet, and watched the carriage slowly approach the cliff.
When the blue-shirted scribe stood up from the front of the car, the coachman had already placed the long knife wrapped in a baggage cloth across his knees. Xu Huai felt that the coachman was like a hungry wolf, ready to rush out and give his prey a fatal blow at any time.
I think this is probably the warrior that Uncle Seventeen mentioned, right? It really makes people feel powerful!
Not far behind, three brave men pretending to be hunters were very casual. With one hand holding the long straight-spine knife that is only common in the army, and with the other hand holding the reins, they were lifting the horse up quickly, trying to catch up.
Stop the carriage in front of Yingzizui.
Seeing this scene, Xu Huai's heart tightened, and he held the hatchet behind him tightly with his hand. The veins on the back of his hand were knotted. He struggled for a while, gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice at the bottom of the cliff: "This person was demoted from Beijing to Tang Dynasty."
The censor of the state, the Prime Minister Zhongcheng, reported to the old minister Wang?"
"It's me!" The scribe in blue grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage. He looked towards the cliff and said proudly, "Your Excellency wants to take Wang Zhen's life. I'm here, please don't hurt innocent people!"
Xu Huai was shocked: is all this true?
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Xu Huai had been conscious for several days, but he still didn't understand what happened.
He seemed to have spent more than ten years in Tongbai Mountain in a daze, and then he fell off his horse and suddenly woke up, and was stuffed with countless unfamiliar memories.
Maybe these memories were in his mind when he was born.
He couldn't remember anything about his childhood. His mother said that he suffered from severe brain disease after he was born. During the attack, his body would violently convulse, and his hands would uncontrollably scratch his head, as if there were countless steel needles pricking deep in his head.
,agitation.
After the stubborn man grew up to be eight or nine years old, his brain disease was relieved, and he had some vague memories of what he had experienced. However, his whole person seemed to be covered in a layer of confusion, and he was very clumsy in speaking and doing, as if he was missing something in his brain.
Got a string.
Occasionally I would have some weird dreams, but they would be forgotten within a few days.
Until a month ago, he fell off his horse and knocked the back of his head. He was not injured at all, and suddenly regained his consciousness; it was like a shell was suddenly shattered.
At the same time, countless strange and strange memories burst out from the depths of my mind.
Unfortunately, when he calmed down a little and recalled these memories, he found that he could not remember anything except a few fragments or pictures that had no meaning.
It's like a big dream.
Maybe it's just a big dream.
Except for some emotions and feelings of melancholy, sadness, joy, or distress, there is nothing left and nothing can be recovered.
If there was anything that was certain, it was that he was certain that these memories had existed deep in his mind, as if he had spent his entire life in a completely unfamiliar world.
It is also certain that the strange dreams he had when he was young are related to these memories. It is even possible that his childhood brain disease occurred because he could not bear the impact of these memories.
Of course, after he regained consciousness, some of the things he had experienced since childhood became clear.
Perhaps, it is far more than that.
Previously, he was forced by his mother to study at the clan school for several years, but he could not read the meanings of several enlightenment scriptures in sequence, let alone have a profound interpretation of these scriptures.
Fortunately, now, he was not only fully aware of the content of these scriptures and the derived principles, but he could also see that there were too many fallacies, pedantry, and unmentionable things in them.
His thinking at this time was sharper than ever before.
The whole person can be said to have been completely transformed.
Many things that I had been ignorant of in the past suddenly became clear.
This is not what a young man who has grown up in Tongbai Mountain for fifteen years should have!
Maybe those memories that he thought he couldn't remember, thought that nothing was left, and were like big dreams, were actually not lost, but fundamentally changed him.
He is no longer "him"?
Then who is he?
Xu Huai was confused for several days. When he was passing through Yingzizui on his way out of Huaiyuan Town a few days ago, a paragraph of text suddenly appeared in his mind. He felt as if he had been hit by an electric current:
"On the fifth day of Tianxuan's fifth year, Wang Zhongcheng, the censor, was demoted to Tangzhou. In February, he passed through Tongbai Mountain and was killed by bandits..."
This passage was like a short historical record, and it seemed to be engraved in his mind after that moment.
However, there was no similar robbery and murder case in Yingzizui at that time, and no court officials were demoted passing through Huaiyuan Town. However, Xu Huai struggled with this memory for two or three days, and suddenly thought of a possibility:
This text may be a "memory" that has not happened yet.
So in the past few days, he went out early and came back late, and went to Yingzizui Cliff to squat.
Not only did others think he was stupid again, he also suspected that when he so-called "sanity" recovered, he was actually possessed.
Until this moment when Wang Zhen stood up from the carriage and took his name, the shock in Xu Huai's heart was like a wave of crazy waves:
This sudden written memory was actually verified at this moment: were the three men pretending to be hunters the "bandits" that Wang Zhen was destined to encounter on his way to being demoted?
The key is that all this actually appeared in his mind as a text a few days ago?
What about the other almost forgotten memories, all from future generations that haven’t happened yet?
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Yingzizui is located on the highest ridge of this slope. The carriage has not passed Yingzizui, so it is impossible to see the situation on the other side through the gap in Yingzizui.
Since there were pursuers and assassins squatting at the edge of the cliff, the coachman guessed that there might be an ambush ahead. He did not expect the carriage to break out of the encirclement. He unwrapped the wrapping cloth and revealed a Zhanran long blade without a scabbard.
However, after Mr. Wang Zhen announced his name, the man at Yatou actually fell silent. He didn't say a word or made any other movements for a long time. This made the coachman feel a little impetuous and doubtful: What on earth do these people want to do?
The carriage drove slowly to the bottom of the cliff. The driver stared at the cliff head, which was somewhat obscured by the trees. At this time, he could clearly see that there was a strong young man at the head of the cliff. Although the gesture of holding the handle of the knife was quite fierce, there was no cruel look on his face.
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The three assassins pretending to be hunters behind him did not take the opportunity to encircle them at this time. They actually opened some distance and gathered together. They were staring at the cliff head with surprise and suspicion. This made the coachman even more confused:
Could it be that the young man from Yatou is not in the same group as the three people behind him?
The scholar in blue shirt was old and his eyes were dim. He couldn't see clearly the appearance of the Yatou boy. He shouted to Yatou again: "I know that you are also entrusted by others. I have no intention of knowing where you come from, but please take my life."
,Don’t hurt innocent people!”
Xu Huai came back to his senses and saw that the three thieves had distanced themselves from each other and did not retreat. They gathered together two hundred steps away, all holding long bows in their hands, and he was complaining in his heart.
He went out early and came back late for several days in a row, squatting on the cliff. He was obsessed with trying to verify the memory that flashed through his mind, but he didn't want to be a hero and save Wang Zhen.
However, the reaction of these three thieves also made Xu Huai feel strange:
Apart from the fact that the middle-aged man who looked like a coachman next to Wang Zhen was quite powerful, and he suddenly stood at the top of the cliff to greet Wang Zhen, shouldn't these three thieves retreat in spite of the difficulties?
What kind of treasure was hidden in the carriage Wang Zhen was riding in that they still wanted to rob it?
Doesn't he look like a bandit?
No matter how greedy the robber is for money, he must save his life first, right?
Xu Huai was shocked when he thought that Wang Zhen had just mistakenly thought that he was "entrusted by others". Could it be that these three people were not bandits, but that they were really "entrusted by others" and came to hunt down Wang Zhen?
Xu Huai couldn't help but slap his forehead, thinking that if he had crashed and Wang Zhen's body was lying under the Yingzizui cliff today, wouldn't it look like he died of bandits in other people's eyes?
If the written memory that popped up in his mind was history's record of today's events, wouldn't that be a problem?
Xu Huai was shocked and regretful, thinking that others said he was a fool, but it was true. Why did he follow the devil and get involved in such nonsense?
What should I do now? Tell the three guys behind me, "What are you doing? I'm just passing by to say hello and I won't stop you from assassinating Wang Zhen?"
At this time, Xu Huai regretted not covering his face with clothes, and he didn't know whether the three assassins could see his face clearly if they were one or two hundred steps away.
If the assassin could see his face clearly, after killing Wang Zhen and his entourage, would he come to kill him and silence him?
Xu Huai thought several times in his mind and hesitated to escape from the back cliff, but there was an inexplicable faint emotion in his heart that prevented him from doing so.
After a while, Xu Huaicai shouted down the cliff:
"Old Xianggong Wang, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. My eldest brother admires Old Xianggong Wang's character. When he learned that you were demoted to Tangzhou, he was worried that the roads in Tongbai Mountain were not peaceful and there might be three or five blind thieves.
Mr. Wang is in a bad situation, so he specially ordered me to wait here. Mr. Wang, you can go ahead, I will deal with these three thieves, I hope they don’t have the guts to break into this hawk’s mouth! "
Yingzizui cliffs were towering, and Xu Huai saw that there were many miscellaneous trees on the left and right. He thought that as long as he was careful, he would not be afraid of the bows and arrows in the hands of the assassins.
Furthermore, because the walls of Yingzizui were steep, Xu Huai believed that the three assassins might not dare to attack by force. Even if Seventeenth Uncle Xu Xin'an didn't come to find him, he could still hold on until dark and then find a way to escape.
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Friend rather than enemy?
The scholar in green shirt stared at the head of the cliff, also surprised and uncertain.
"I don't know what's happening up front, but there is no doubt that the assassins sent by Cai Qing behind are..." The coachman narrowed his eyes, looked at Xu Huai, and said in a deep voice to the scribe in blue.
Given the current situation, they could only move forward.
The driver did not ask who the young man or the "big brother" behind him was, so as not to be overheard by the assassin behind him.
When he saw the scholar in green shirt slightly nodding his head, he cupped his hands towards Yatou and said, "Thank you so much for your help, righteous man. If I have an assignment in the future, Lu Xiong will not hesitate to die!" After saying that, he threw out his riding whip and slapped it on the horse with a "snap" sound.
On Er's plump ass, the carriage slowly started to drag.
After passing Yingzizui, it is a downhill road, and there are not many pedestrians at this time.
The trees on both sides are sparse and the slope is gentle, there is no cover, and it doesn't look like there is any ambush.
From the end of the field of view, you can see the rows of buildings in Huaiyuan Town.
The coachman drove faster and faster towards Huaiyuan Town.
Encountering such an incident on the way, the girl hiding in the carriage huddled in the nurse's arms and was so frightened that she almost suffocated. However, listening to the movement outside the carriage, she couldn't help opening the curtains and facing the cliff.
Looking up, I saw the young man squatting half-crouched among the trees at the head of the cliff, his tattered clothes swaying in the wind...
(Three alliance leaders have appeared, thanks to Ye Ye Blurry, Crow, and Super Wood...)
