The start is Koga Ninja

Chapter 128
Liu Fang's feet stepped on the thick snow, creaking.

At this moment, his whole body was cold. Even though he was walking on the snowy road and his body was in a state of exercise, which generated a little heat, he became extremely small in front of this biting temperature.

Liu Fang couldn't care less about Chang'an or not. His only thought at this moment was to find a place where he could keep out the cold.

Fortunately, because of smoking, I carry a lighter with me, which is also a blessing in misfortune.

The mountains covered in heavy snow in winter are majestic, and the trees are also added an indispensable whiteness.

Dressed in silver, he stood proudly on the vast land, and Liu Fang dared not stop for a moment in the wind. It was still daytime, but at night, the temperature would only be lower.

He has been wearing it from summer to the cold weather of Lajiu. He is wearing a thin black public suit. The so-called anti-riot suit wrapped in it is actually a layer of armor. This thing only absorbs heat and never keeps warm.

Liu Fang knew that he must not stop without finding a suitable place to keep out the cold.

His body must be in motion. Only in this way can the blood circulation be accelerated and the limbs will not become stiff and frozen.

Gusts of cold wind blowing through Liu Fang's chest and heart, freezing Liu Fang's other thoughts with the coldness of the frozen ravine.

The cold wind is biting, piercing the soul like a needle, the mountains are trembling with cold, the river is frozen stiff, and the air will freeze.

From time to time, the wailing of wild beasts could be heard in the distance, and the seemingly harsh cold also made these beasts sigh heavily.

This made Liu Fang vigilant. In addition to facing the biting cold wind, he also had to be careful of the attacks of wild animals.

Subconsciously, he clasped his hands together and kneaded them constantly while he was walking, hoping to keep his hands flexible so as not to delay his speed of drawing his sword.

Before long, it was already dusk.

The red clouds in the sky are gradually dimming.

A heavy snowfall, the sky is cold, and the sky is miserable. In the winter evening, in the gray sky, the heavy snow is mixed with the whistling wind, falling in succession.

The biting cold seems to strip people's courage and passion invisible, leaving only the cowardice in people.

I saw an old man with a wrinkled face and a gray beard, driving a carriage in the cold wind.

This person wears a hood, the so-called hood, which is double-layered inside and outside, with cotton wool in the middle.

This thing is in the shape of a cloth hood, so it is also called a wind hood. There are hood skirts hanging down on the back and sides of the hat. Because the hood skirt is long and hangs down to the shoulders, it can protect the ears and the back of the shoulders, also known as the long hat.

This person was wearing rough tampered clothes, and the reason why they were called tampered clothes was because there was no cotton at that time.

Daoyi is also made of hemp, especially in winter, when the wind leaks, in order to keep out the cold, the inside must be stuffed with thick inner flesh.

At this time, people from good families wear silk stuffed with silk and camel hair.

Poor people can only stuff things like hemp and reed hair.

The texture of hemp reed hair is hard, so it must be beaten until it is soft, docile, and beaten into a continuous piece in order to keep warm.

Then every time when autumn and winter are approaching, every household will pound hemp reed. There are poems and sayings. There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes.The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.When will the Hulu be flattened, and the beloved will stop the expedition.

This old man has a thin face, a body as thin as firewood, high cheekbones, and dark skin. He is shivering. He is sitting in front of the carriage, driving a carriage and waving a whip. He is wearing clothes with broken stitches, and his head can't help but be stuffed into his neck. Go, obviously a miserable person.

He yelled, whipped his hand, and drove the carriage.

The back of the raised right hand was extremely rough, and the flesh was red and covered with chilblains.

In addition to the old man driving the car, there is another person in the car he is driving. This person is dressed in silk, wears a windbreaker on his head, and is covered with a quilt, and is getting into the quilt to rest.

It looked very much like a squirrel wrapping itself in its tail for the winter.

The cold wind howled, unfortunately, the curtains on one side of the carriage were blown off, and the cold wind blew in suddenly, making the people hiding under the covers tremble.

The man stood up immediately. Looking at the man, he looked about fifteen or sixty-seven years old, with a round face and a beard at the corner of his mouth, but it was fine down.

Just when he was about to fasten the blind button of the curtain again, there was a sudden jolt, the man was startled, and he shouted like a frightened bird: "What's the matter?!"

But I heard the driver of the car shouting outside: "Don't be alarmed, son, it's a corpse!"

Saying this made the young man feel cold in his heart, and he had encountered such situations countless times along the way.

Watching the carriage pass by again, the wooden wheels crushed it, leaving two ruts on the snow, crookedly extending into the distance.

Inside the rut was a frozen corpse crawling on the ground.

The corpse's hair was in a messy bun, shriveled, bloody, and bone-strewn.

The tattered clothes and mutilated limbs were obviously pedestrians who had frozen to death on the road, and their flesh and blood had long been eaten by passing wild animals.

The old driver kept his face sullen and said nothing until he was a hundred meters away from the bones, his old face was full of helplessness, he seemed to be sighing, and he said with lingering fear: "Since the death of the sage in April, this world has become a It's getting worse and worse than before, I never thought that my Tang Dynasty would become like this!
I think back then, when the saint was young, what a scene it was.

Unexpectedly, it became like this in a blink of an eye.

If you want to blame it, you can blame the demon concubine for confusing the king, and it won't make this great river and mountain look what it is now.

The old man has been driving a car all his life. When he was young, he had never seen so many dead people on the road.

I have pity on these people, who fell on this trail and made those passing animals cheaper, and I don’t know when my Great Tang will regain its former prestige! "

These words seemed to have aroused the conversation of the young man in the carriage, who sighed in the carriage: "You can't blame Yang Yuhuan entirely, that woman is already dead, if you want me to say it's the sin of the saint himself.

It's not good to trust anyone, but to rely on the one called An Lushan!
By the way, old man, I think it's getting dark, and you will inevitably encounter evil spirits on the road at night. Where can you go? "

"Don't worry, son, there is a mountain temple three miles ahead, and we can spend the night there."

Hearing this, the people in the car muttered: "That's good, that's good, I'm just afraid of encountering some evil spirit on the way!"

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the wheels of the car, and the snow on the ground was kicked up!
"Woo----!!!"

The old man pulled the reins, and immediately shouted: "Who is it!"

Hearing this, the young man who was originally under the quilt showed a startled expression, and immediately got up without talking nonsense, with the long sword unsheathed at his waist, he sternly said, "What's the matter!"

I saw a tall and upright young man beside the road, with his back bent and trembling: "Don't, don't, don't... be afraid... I, I, need your help..."

The old man took a look at the man, he was dressed in a strange suit like a suit of armor, especially when he saw the three long knives around his waist.

His eyes tightened, as if facing a formidable enemy, he grabbed the hatchet behind him and whispered into the carriage: "Sir, be careful, this man is armed with a sharp weapon, he might be a thief!"

(End of this chapter)