It was almost noon, and there was still mist filling 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, was troubled in his heart at this moment as he stood at the top of the Yingzizui cliff seven or eight feet high, watching the carriage slowly move.
Slowly drive close to 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 attack at any time.
He knows how to kill the prey and give it a fatal blow. I think this is probably what Uncle Seventeen calls a warrior, right? It really makes people feel powerful!
Not far behind, three brave men pretending to be hunters were very casual. In one hand they held a long straight-spine sword that was only common in the army.
He was pulling the reins to speed up the horse, hoping to stop the carriage before the hawk's mouth.
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 in his heart for a while, gritted his teeth and shook his voice toward the cliff.
Asked: "Is the person who came here, the royal minister Zhongcheng Wang, who was demoted from Beijing and went to Tangzhou?"
"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."
Also, 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 the Tongbai Mountains, and then he fell off his horse, suddenly woke up, and was thrust into countless strange places.
memory.
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 convulse violently and he could not control his hands.
Scratching my head, it feels like countless steel needles are pricking and stirring deep in my head.
After tenaciously growing up to the age of eight or nine, his brain disease eased, and he had some vague memories of what he had experienced, but his whole person seemed to be covered in a layer of confusion.
Oops, I'm very clumsy when talking and doing things, as if there's a string missing in my head.
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 his mind suddenly came to his senses; it was like a shell had been hit suddenly.
broken.
At the same time, countless strange and strange memories burst out from the depths of my mind.
It's a pity that when he calmed down a little and recalled these memories, he found only a few fragments with no meaning.
Or maybe he can't remember anything off-screen.
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 certain, it was that he was certain that these memories had existed deep in his mind, as if he had been in a completely unfamiliar world.
Spent a lifetime.
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 just cannot bear the impact of these memories.
It only occurs after the attack.
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. He was unable to read several enlightenment scriptures in sequence, let alone read them.
These scriptures have profound interpretations.
Fortunately, now, he is not only fully aware of the content of these scriptures and the derived principles, but he can also see that there are many fallacies and tortuousness in them.
Rotten, a place worth mentioning.
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 by Yingzizui when he was out of Huaiyuan Town a few days ago, a piece of text suddenly appeared in his mind. He felt as if he had been hit by an electric current.
one time:
"On the fifth day of Tianxuan's fifth year, Prince Zhongcheng, the imperial 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 years.
Three days later, a possibility suddenly occurred to me:
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: the three people pretending to be Orions were the ones Wang Zhen was destined to encounter on his way to being demoted.
"Bandits"?
The key is that all this actually appeared in his mind a few days ago in the form of a piece of text?
What about the other almost forgotten memories, all from future generations that haven’t happened yet?
Yingzizui is located on the highest ridge of this slope. The carriage has not passed Yingzizui, so it cannot see the situation on the other side through the gap in Yingzizui.
Since there were pursuers and assassins squatting at the top of the cliff, the coachman guessed that there might be an ambush ahead, and he did not expect that the carriage could break out of the encirclement and unpack the baggage.
cloth, revealing a Zhanran long blade without a scabbard.
However, after Prince Wang revealed his name, the man at Yatou became silent. He didn't say a word or make any other movements for a long time. This made the coachman sad.
A trace of impetuosity and doubt arose in my mind: What on earth do these people want to do?
The carriage drove slowly to the bottom of the cliff. The driver stared at the head of the cliff, 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 he was holding the hilt of a knife in his hand,
He was quite fierce, but there was no cruel look on his face.
The three assassins pretending to be Orions behind them did not take the opportunity to surround them at this time. They actually opened some distance and gathered together. They were also staring at the cliff in surprise and suspicion.
Looking around, the coachman became 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 could not clearly see the appearance of the Yatou boy. He shouted to Yatou again: "I know that you are also entrusted by others. I am not
I don’t know where you come from, but please take my life and don’t hurt innocent people!”
Xu Huai came back to his senses and saw that the three thieves did not retreat after pulling some distance away. They gathered together two hundred steps away. They all took the long bows in their hands and screamed in their hearts.
The pain is endless.
He went out early and came back late for several days in a row, squatting on this cliff. He was obsessed with trying to verify the memory that flashed through his mind, but he didn't want to be a hero.
Save Wang Zhen.
However, the reaction of these three thieves also made Xu Huai feel strange:
In addition to the rather tyrannical middle-aged man who looked like a coachman next to Wang Zhen, he suddenly stood at the top of the cliff to greet Wang Zhen. These three thieves should not have hesitated in spite of their difficulties.
Retreat?
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 truly "entrusted by others"?
Come here 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 even though 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 indescribable 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 as a person. When he learned that you were demoted to Tangzhou, he was worried that the roads in Tongbai Mountain were not very big.
Ping, there may be three or five blind little thieves who are harmful to Mr. Wang. I have been specially ordered to wait here. Mr. Wang, you can go ahead. I will take care of these three little thieves.
The answer is, 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.
In addition, the walls of Yingzizui are steep. Xu Huai believed that the three assassins might not dare to attack by force. By then, even the Seventeenth Uncle, Xu Xin'an would not come to find him.
He could also 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 talked to the scribe in blue shirt.
Said in a deep voice.
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 green-shirted scribe nodded slightly, he cupped his hands toward the cliff and said, "Thank you so much for your help, righteous man. If I have an errand in the future, Lu Xiong will not hesitate even if I die!" After that, he rode the horse.
The whip was thrown out and hit the horse's fat buttocks with a "snap" sound, and the carriage started to drag slowly.
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 accident on the way, the girl hiding in the carriage huddled in the nurse's arms, almost suffocating in panic, but listening to the movement outside the carriage, at this time
I couldn't help but lift the curtains of the car and looked towards the head of the cliff, only to see 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...)