Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh blood to turn dust and soil five
The rolling mountains, the gloomy sky, the misty dark clouds,
On the east side of Wutai Mountain, the majestic mountain peaks no longer have the strength to extend. Several peaks rise abruptly and then sink down. At the edge of the mountain, there is the endless gray land.
Mixed with the desolate yellow-brown atmosphere, a barren and withered scene extends eastward until the edge of the roaring Yellow River.
There are bustling crowds and a dazzling array of items. In addition to daily necessities, there are also some stalls selling rouge gouache. The aroma of those inferior rouge gouache is mixed with the stench of livestock manure that is mixed everywhere, creating a
There was an even more unpleasant stench. However, the crowded crowd did not pay attention to this at all, and still walked with excited expressions.
Ma Chenghui and Ma San finally squeezed out of the crowd and came to the edge of the street. The two or three miles long street is not long, but short, but it is not short. Leader Ma and the thin boy
The man felt it deeply. This was the first time they had encountered such a crowded street. It was hard to imagine what would happen to this overcrowded group of people if bandits really appeared and came to this street.
confusion.
But these were not the scope of the horse leader's consideration, because he saw the only inn in Taiping Town. Two extraordinary horses were tied in front of the door of Taiping Inn, and the horses were the same ones he had ever met.
Yes, a brown horse and a brown horse. Obviously, the two pedestrians had just arrived here not long ago, and they should have gone through the sharpening procedures at the inn. Some doubts arose in his mind, and those two people had already been heading here.
Rushing here, why did they come to this inn at this time? Although it was not too late, the two people had plans to stay.
Leader Ma Da is not the kind of bandit with strong limbs and simple mind. At this time, he does not want to contact those two people prematurely, but he is worried that they will leave suddenly. Although he has many doubts in his heart
, but he quickly found a way. There was a small pasta stall next to the inn. The hot pasta was like a piece of enchanting white food, exuding an alluring aroma, heading straight towards the
It passed through the nostrils of the leader Ma Da.
A bowl of one-sided noodles, which only cost a few pennies. I sat down on the dilapidated wooden stool. In front of me was a dark square table covered with oil stains. On the square table was the dilapidated square table.
The mottled and peeling paint and the oil stains could form a layer of dirt on it. But he didn't care too much about it. After all, he hadn't really been out many times, so he still had to enjoy the fun of going out.
Ma San hesitated for a moment, then sat down, as if there was something dirty on the wooden bench, which made the thin man twist around on the bench, looking extremely funny. In the end, Ma San was killed by Ma San.
The big leader glared fiercely and then became quiet, but there was a strange look in his eyes.
Ma Chenghui held up a pair of chopsticks in his hand. He seemed to be thinking about it. He looked at the steaming bowl of noodles, but he refused to take off his chopsticks. When Ma San next to him saw this, he immediately asked: "Master, what do you want to do?"
What's the matter? Although our trip will be unlucky, we still have to eat."
"Ma San, why do you think these chopsticks are all seven inches six in length, no more, no less?" Ma Chenghui held up a pair of long black chopsticks stained with unknown amounts of oil, and suddenly pointed at Ma San, who was eating noodles with his chopsticks.
asked. And there was a sense of endless melancholy in his tone, and a touch of sadness reflected from his eyes. He let the steaming bowl of noodles stand in the cold wind
As it gradually cooled down, the hot steam gradually became thinner and thinner.
"Oh, my guest, I'm sorry that our food is not to your liking." When the busy stall owner saw the frowning leader Ma, who was holding up his chopsticks, he put his coat on his shoulders.
I couldn't help but curiously asked Ma Chenghui. In Taiping Town, I have eaten his noodles, and there is no one that said it was not delicious. Look at the oil and water, and the amount. It is like a strong man. After eating this bowl, don't say
I am very full, even eighty percent full. But although the man in front of me is strong, he cannot be called a big man, but why can't he move?
"Shopkeeper, do you know why the length of these chopsticks is seven inches six?" Ma Chenghui couldn't help but blurt out when the stall owner asked.
"It's simple. I thought it was a big deal. I thought this dish is not to your liking. The length of these chopsticks is very particular. People always have emotions and desires, right. But no matter how you do it, people
You still have to eat, right. So, no matter what, eating is the most important thing. So the length of these chopsticks is only seven inches and six, it’s not a big deal." The stall owner showed his thick smile and looked at the melancholy look on his face.
The leader of the horse team explained in a casual manner. When he saw that the other party was not nervous because his pasta was not to his liking, he showed a smile of forgiveness on his face. Regarding the allusion to the chopsticks, he made ordinary remarks.
, as if this is just a relatively common truth.
"Yes, the store owner is knowledgeable and has learned a lot." Ma Chenghui looked relieved. He held the dark chopsticks, lowered his head and started eating fiercely. When Ma San next to him saw this, he also let out a sigh of relief.
, he did not expect that his young master's behavior today was a little abnormal, and it was so abnormal that it made him a little worried. He used to have a heroic character, but today he is inexplicably sad.
The chopsticks were flying in Ma Chenghui's hands, and he quickly finished the bowl of noodles. While eating the noodles, he also discovered that the two horses tied in front of the inn were led into the backyard of the inn by a waiter.
At the same time, he began to settle down in his mind. The two people must be living in the inn, and they did not plan to leave the inn tonight. But he didn't know whether they would leave tomorrow. He didn't know.
He also made a decision, he would wait until it gets darker before going to the inn to find the two people.
After eating noodles, Ma Chenghui led Ma San to wander around the two or three miles long street, aimlessly walking among the crowd. However, he vaguely felt that there were people like him on this street.
Wandering aimlessly in this street, because he walked back and forth several times on the two or three mile long street, and every time he could see the faces of some people who were wandering like him.
A feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart. Ma Chenghui knew that the five Khitans should have asked other people to come here to monitor the two people. But he was sure that those people were not Khitans, nor were they bandits nearby. As for them, they were not Khitans or bandits nearby.
He didn't know who they were. He only knew that whenever he passed by those people, he would tremble involuntarily, and there would be a bit of coldness and a faint breath of blood emitting from those people. Those people
These people are obviously not ordinary people, and they still have a murderous aura that flickers in and out of their bodies.
With a shiver in his heart, Ma Chenghui suddenly understood why the five Khitan people wanted to come here. They just wanted to come here to act as cannon fodder. Fortunately, he did not bring out the dozens of his brothers, otherwise he would have
Including those dozens of brothers, they may all be buried in Taiping Town. But he didn't understand why he didn't see other bandits. Logically speaking, such a powerful Khitan people would not let those bandits go.
, other bandits will definitely be sent here. But he did not see a bandit appear, which made him very puzzled.
This seemingly lively town, the bustling crowds, and the slowly darkening sky were as ordinary as ever. But Ma Chenghui smelled an unusual aura, which followed the wind blowing from the north.
The cold wind like a knife became more intense. He thought about retreating, but he knew that he could not retreat unscathed, because in that sudden moment, he suddenly discovered that everyone here had appeared.
He had a strange face. Even the owner of the stall where he had eaten a bowl of noodles had a face that he couldn't see through, but he seemed to be in a strange world.
The huddled crowd and the roaring roars of animals all felt so strange.
Taiping Town was still the same Taiping Town, but Ma Chenghui suddenly discovered that the people here were no longer from Taiping Town. Those merchants and hawkers in commoners, and some local residents who brought their own specialties for sale,
It was no longer the atmosphere he was familiar with. At this time, he realized that it was already getting late, but the place was still crowded. After discovering this fatal problem, Ma Chenghui's back was filled with tears.
Thick sweat broke out. His whole body felt cold, and he was as helpless as a poor little lamb among a group of monsters with gaping mouths.
Pulling Ma San, who looked confused, he went directly to the inn. Only in that inn did he feel a little at ease. It was not because of those two people, but because his intuition told him that only when he got there would he feel at ease.
He had a breath of life. He didn't know who the people were in the inn. He didn't know why he had such strange thoughts, but he still squeezed out from the crowd. He opened his legs and walked toward the inn.
Go, still holding the thin Ma San in his hand, the Ma San who looked confused and at a loss.
A strong crisis surged out from the bottom of his heart, and he cursed those Khitan people severely. He realized that he was so wrong. He came just to numb the two people in the inn.
People. Maybe those two people had accomplices, or maybe it was just those two people. But the only thought in his heart was to rush into the inn, and then he would have a chance to survive, otherwise he would definitely be killed by those strange people.
The crowd was torn apart, not even the bones and dregs were left.
When we arrived at the door of the inn, a stout waiter with an indifferent look came out and said, "The shop is full, please leave." After saying that, he looked at the astonished Ma Chenghui and the confused thin little Ma San. Indifferent
There was a coldness on his face that seemed to be a thousand miles away. On the face of the famous waiter, there was a pair of piercing eyes. The cold light shot out from those eyes, making Ma Chenghui tremble in his heart.
"We're not staying in the hotel, we're looking for someone." Ma Chenghui said anxiously. After speaking, he looked at the indifferent waiter with a hopeful look on his face. He hoped that the waiter could be accommodating and let them in. As long as they went in, everything would be fine.
The strange atmosphere in front of him was still very weak, but he knew that once this strange atmosphere began to spread, a dire situation would be waiting for him.
"Looking for someone?" The indifferent waiter was startled, with a strange look on his face, but he quickly concealed it. He looked at the two panting people who came in a hurry.
A flash of light shot out from his eyes, and his face changed slightly at the same time. He thought for a few breaths, then regained his composure and said calmly: "There is no one you are looking for here, so you should leave quickly."