"The cold wind rises, and the west wind is strong. The love between men is as deep as the sea. The gold and iron horses are in dreams, and killing the enemy on horseback shows their true colors. The autumn is strong, and the spring is warm. The blood of men is like fire. Who will fight with the sword and the horse? The heroic spirit is
True colors. Under the blood-stained sunset, we will be brothers in the next life!"
In the dark sky, a crescent moon rose, and the cold moonlight fell down, falling on Ye Feng and the others.
Ye Feng took the wine bottle and started chanting and singing loudly until he finished drinking. Finally, Xiaodao, Lonely Qiuzhan and Boss Jiang also chanted and sang. The voices became louder, louder, and more heroic.
Traveled through time and space, and stirred up to the ninth heaven.
This is a phrase that Ye Feng and his brothers occasionally recited on a whim when they were drinking. The heroic yet desolate artistic conception in the phrase resonated with his brothers. Everyone has recited it, and over time they have memorized it.
mind.
At this moment, Ye Feng began to recite it again, and the passionate feeling that stirred people's hearts was still very strong, showing the heroic and heroic emotions of a good man, and also showing the brotherly love that is deeper than the sea.
"Whoever will fight will fight immediately!"
Ye Feng drank and laughed, but his eyes were a little moist. There used to be a group of brothers chanting boldly together, but now there are only a few of them left.
"I'm in a dream of fighting and fighting, and I show my true nature by killing the enemy on horseback. If I don't kill him happily, I'm not a man in the first place!" Xiao Dao also shouted, and then drank a lot of wine.
"A man's blood burns like fire! Haha, just like this wine, it's so satisfying!" Boss Jiang also laughed.
"Under the blood-stained sunset, we will be brothers in the next life! Let's do it!" Lonely Qiuzhan said, raising his head and drinking down the half-full bottle of Erguotou in his hand.
"Well said, we are brothers in the next life, not only us, but also the brothers who have passed away! Do it for them!" Ye Feng said, and drank the Erguotou in his hand.
The ghost watched quietly. She may not understand the world of men, but she could sense the hot brotherly emotion between Ye Feng and the others, which was like gushing lava. She could sense the deep sea-like emotion between them.
Brotherhood. And how many baptisms of war do these iron-blooded emotions need to be tempered? How many times of sharing life and death do they need to be inspired? How many times of sharing weal and woe do they need to establish?
She looked at Ye Feng, and she suddenly realized that the man in front of her had really grown up. He was no longer the little boy who needed her to protect him. He had a strange charm about him, and he was always able to convince people.
He can always make people feel at ease, and can even make a group of brothers who follow him willing to sacrifice their lives for him.
Why?
That's because, no matter what kind of battle, no matter how dangerous the situation is, this man will be the first to rush to the front!
He is a good big brother in the eyes of Xiaodao and the others, and he is also a qualified leader!
"Done!"
The ghost recited silently in her heart. She felt her heart was filled with heat. She no longer had any hesitation or fear. She seemed to be infected by the passionate feelings between them. She also picked up the bottle and drank a lot.
, until the wine bottle in his hand is empty.
The wine was both choking and spicy. It ran down my throat and reached my lower abdomen, like a fire.
Isn't it just what they chanted loudly - the man's blood is like fire!
However, her head felt so heavy and dizzy, and her eyes were blurry. She stared blankly at Ye Feng, and at that tall and upright figure, until her eyelids became extremely heavy, until she fell directly to the ground with a 'plop'.
On the ground.
"No, the ghost has fallen!"
The knife opposite the ghost happened to see the ghost fall, and he spoke quickly.
Ye Feng's face was startled. He quickly looked back and saw the ghost lying on the ground. His face was hot and red, and the strong smell of alcohol continued to come out of his mouth.
"You were fine just now, why did you fall down?" Ye Feng was startled. He squatted down and saw that the ghost was still holding an empty Erguotou wine bottle in his right hand.
Ye Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, knowing that the ghost was drunk.
"I'll take her to rest. Don't drink too much. You have to take turns guarding her tonight." Ye Feng said to Xiao Dao and the others.
Then he picked up the ghost's body and walked towards a wooden house.
Speaking of it, this was the first time that Ye Feng had such close contact with a ghost. Her body was very light, as if it was contaminated by her temperament that was like eternal ice, and her body was a little cold. Ye Feng only knew about ghosts.
From what he saw on the surface, he knew nothing about where she was from, whether she had any family members, etc.
Although the ghost appeared in front of him and spent little time with him, this woman almost accompanied him in his life, and she would appear immediately when he needed her.
Seemingly feeling that the ghost's body was a little cold, Ye Feng hugged her tighter, carried her into a wooden house, placed her on a simple wooden bed, and covered her with a quilt.
As soon as she covered herself with the quilt, the ghost retched. After seeing this, Ye Feng quickly picked her up, walked quickly outside, made her squat on the ground, and said, "Do you want to vomit? Then vomit it out."
, it will make you feel better if you spit it out."
"vomit!"
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, Ghost began to vomit. Her stomach was churning and she felt very uncomfortable. After vomiting, she felt much better and her eyes could open.
"Knife, bring some water." Ye Feng shouted.
Xiaodao responded, filled a bottle with clear and pure mountain stream water and walked over.
Ye Feng asked Ghost to take a few sips of stream water to rinse her mouth, and then asked her to drink a few sips of mountain spring water to suppress her drunkenness.
"Young master, I'm fine. You go back and have a drink with them." The ghost regained consciousness and said.
"I won't drink anymore. I drink a little to cheer up and relax, but you can't really get drunk." Ye Feng said and asked, "Do you feel better now?"
The ghost nodded.
"I'll help you go to your room to rest." Ye Feng said, reaching out to help the ghost's body and walking towards the wooden house.
Being supported by Ye Feng, Ghost seemed a little uncomfortable. He felt that his body had become extremely stiff, and every step he took took a lot of effort. The feeling was indescribable.
Entering the cabin, Ye Feng let the ghost lie on the bed, covered her with a quilt himself, and said: "When you are drunk, close your eyes and sleep. Relax and don't concentrate on anything, otherwise it will take a while.
My head will feel even dizzy."
"Young Master, you don't have to stay here, I'll be fine." Ghost couldn't help but said when he saw that Ye Feng didn't leave and just stayed by her side.
"You have been protecting me for so many years, why don't you allow me to protect you for one night? You might still want to vomit in the second half of the night, so I have to guard you." Ye Feng said, watching the ghost hesitate to speak, he took the lead.
He said, "Stop talking and sleep well. I can still practice while I'm guarding you. It'll be fine."
The ghost nodded. She glanced at Ye Feng and slowly closed her eyes. Perhaps this night was the easiest and most solid night she slept since she was sensible.