Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

"Cui Yi and I have known each other since childhood, and I have been seeing these marks since I was five years old."

Wang Mingqian explained lightly, stood up, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, trying to find any trace in this place gradually covered by snow.

Finally, he chose a direction, jumped on his horse, and continued to move forward. Cui Bianxu, that guy, when kids play games of two armies fighting each other, they like to use some signs and gestures. If you can't remember on his side, he will chase you with his fists and beat you up!

According to his understanding of Cui Bianxu, these marks should be every hundred meters. Within a hundred meters, if they followed the direction of the marks, they would definitely not go wrong. On the contrary, if they walked a hundred meters and still did not see the new marks, there was only one possibility - they were following the wrong direction.

Wang Leisheng was skeptical. Could it be so weird?

But along the way, every hundred meters, they could find marks left by Cui Bianxu on tree trunks, stones, and even mud, with an astonishing level of accuracy.

Unfortunately, the weather was not good. The sudden snowstorm gradually began to cover up all traces. When they tracked them to the foot of the mountain, Cui Bianxu was searching for the stall owner in the snow and wind on the mountain.

The mountain is not high, but in the middle of the night, the sound of wind and snow affected his hearing and also affected his speed of progress. Of course, this is not a big deal. These things have an impact on him and the stall owner, and the other party is seriously injured.

Unfortunately, he was also injured, and the other party was obviously very familiar with the terrain here.

It's bad enough that the cat, which grew up eating solid meat, doesn't care about cat hygiene and makes itself smelly and disgusting, but it also has no moral ethics and specifically reaches under his crotch. It's really unjust.

After a fierce battle, he had a scratch on his lower back. If it weren't for the cold weather and the thick clothes he was wearing, I'm afraid the scratch would have been more than just one.

The wound on his lower back was exposed and numb from the cold, but he didn't care. He knew there was something wrong with the cat early on, but he didn't notice it when he was in the cave. As he ran on the mountain, the wound became hot and numb, as if someone had sprinkled salt and pepper on it, and the pain became numb.

After all, Cui Bianxu was a man with some martial arts skills. He was determined to catch the stall owner, so he gritted his teeth, grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it on the wound. The wound, which was bleeding due to running, quickly stopped bleeding, and the pain in his lower back was greatly relieved.

He simply left that part open. As long as he kept moving, he wouldn't freeze to death. Thinking of this, Cui Bianxu's wound on his waist no longer felt itchy and numb, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

As the search yielded no results, Cui Bianxu stopped at the top of the mountain. The moon hung obliquely in the distant dark sky. The old man said that it was a lucky thing to be able to see the moon on a snowy night. The combination of the snow and the moon made the winter night as beautiful as if it was covered with a layer of gauze inlaid with silver threads.

Cui Bianxu didn't care whether he was lucky or not, but the moon and snow just made his vision better, especially when he stood at this high place. He looked at the mountain carefully, wondering where the stall owner would hide or where he would slip away.

Suddenly, his frown relaxed, and a thought flashed through his mind, and his thoughts gradually became clear: So what if the stall owner knows this mountain so well? His things are still in that cave...

The heavy snowfall was too coincidental. Tracking skills were not very useful at this time. It was not difficult to see from the fact that the stall owner dared to deliberately dump body parts in Chang'an City that he was an extremely conceited and bold thief with a different mind from ordinary people.

When he saw the snow, he might have thought that he couldn't track the way, not to mention that he was in an unfamiliar mountain. It would be a blessing for an ordinary person not to get lost.

Thinking of this, he did not stop, but jumped down directly, moving quickly through the woods. Although he did not like reading, he just felt that reading was a waste of time for practicing martial arts. His memory was still very good, especially when it came to topography and mountains. There were many miscellaneous books in his mother's dowry. Although it was impossible for him to remember every word now, he could still remember a lot after thinking for a while.

Just now, he had taken in the entire area from the top of the mountain. The place the stall owner had found was indeed excellent. The location of the cave was neither high nor low. It looked small from the outside but was actually large inside, and there was also a hot spring.

If Jiang Shangxian were to comment, this is definitely a top-notch wilderness survival shelter.

While he was thinking, he arrived outside the cave. He took a look at the cat's corpse that was cut in half by a knife at the entrance of the cave. The cat's intestines were cut by the knife. Because it was killed when it pounced, its internal organs were scattered a little, and a large area was stained with blood. Some pieces of meat covered with mucus flowed out of the intestines. It was impossible to tell what kind of meat it was, and it emitted a foul odor.

This cat has a very vicious temper, and its fighting spirit is a bit like a dead soldier. Any animal would be frightened and dare not fight again after seeing its companions almost killed. However, this black cat is extremely ferocious, and the wound on his waist was left by it.

This beast even knew to play dead and look for an opportunity to hit him. It seemed to be quite smart. When he caught the thief, he would definitely interrogate him thoroughly, or at least prevent his raccoon from jumping up and hitting him again.

He did not go in immediately, but observed outside for a while, then grabbed a handful of snow, squeezed it, took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around his waist and pressed it. The temperature inside was high, and if a fight broke out, it would affect his performance and it would not be good if he ran away.

That's right, he was sure that the person was inside. When he left, he crushed a white jade bead and scattered it on the ground as a mark. Now it has changed slightly, the change is very small, but he remembers every bit of the mark he left clearly.

Cui Bianxu's posture was a little strange at this time. His left hand was on his lower back, and his right hand was holding a knife. He walked sideways carefully towards the deep cave. The cats were all dead, but this thief was a little evil. It was hard to say whether he had trained some mice and toads besides cats to harm people.

He was being careful, but the people inside had already discovered him. Strictly speaking, he was discovered the moment he stepped into the cave.

Living alone in this mountain, if he doesn't have some means of self-defense, he can't use this place as his nest. In fact, there is a small mechanism. There are nine silk threads of the same color as the ground on the ground at the entrance of the cave, which are connected to the inside. If someone steps in, he will step on one of them no matter what. As long as he steps on it, a black feather will float up from the hot spring inside.

This is how he discovered Cui Bianxu when he entered the cave for the first time and then ambushed him above the second cave entrance. However, Cui Bianxu was so strong that he managed to withstand the knife he chopped down from top to bottom and still had enough strength to fight back.

If it were someone else, that one blow would have cost them their life.