Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

But to be honest, Kyogokuhiko himself didn't figure out why he had to travel all the way to Ireland. Anyway, he didn't have much to do at hand, so he set off straight away as soon as his mind got hot.

Fortunately, the scenery in Ireland is good, and there are few people. The vast expanse of wilderness is still green with vitality at the end of this summer.

Kyogokuhiko found a rock and sat down to rest for a while, and by the way released Diarmuid, who had been locked in the inherent barrier for almost a month.

Just treat it as a surprise reward for the servant.

"Before you do it again next time, can you..." Diarmuid stopped halfway through his words, and looked around in surprise. The familiar feeling of crying, and the huge stone tomb by the river, he remembered that many, many years ago, the priests would gather there to sing prayers, and on the winter solstice, the sun penetrated the top of the tomb, turning the dark tomb all year round Brightly illuminated, he would have sat on his adoptive father's shoulders as a young boy, fascinated by the intricate and beautiful triptych in the lower alcove.

"This is... Brunerborn..." he murmured.

Brunaborn, the legendary gate leading to Newgrange, the abode of the gods, Diarmuid spent his childhood here, and after many years, he stood here again, many things he thought he had forgotten Memories flooded his brain over and over again.

He still remembers the summer when he stepped barefoot in the river when he was a child, the berries all over the mountains in autumn and the fat and strong wild rabbits, and the heavy snow in winter, and then he and... just with his half-brother Nestled by the campfire, looking forward to the spring hunting in the coming year.

That was the most carefree time in Diarmuid's life.

The wind blew across the still green fields, and most of the hares in late summer ate their meat for the winter. Kyogokuhiko said with a smile: "How about you kill two rabbits?"

That's right, the reason why I came here so impulsively without even thinking about it was because I wanted to see the brilliance in Diarmuid's eyes at this time.Thinking so, Kyogokuhiko leaned against the stone and yawned lazily, "Otherwise we won't have anything to eat tonight."

Diarmuid nodded and smiled and said, "My skill at roasting rabbits is not very good." Having said that, he still took a long gun and took steps to chase the hares running fast in the field. He was in a good mood, even though Now there is no trace of the gods in Brunaborn, and the road leading to Newgrange is completely closed, but as long as he is on this land, he feels boundless power, as if all worries and troubles have left him , as if he was still that immature child living under the blessing of the gods.

Kyogokuhiko was sitting on the rock, watching Diarmuid jump over the river on the stone, and plunged into the dense forest. The back of the knight was vigorous and brisk. At this time, Diarmuid is more like a deer released into the jungle, with a natural wildness and aura.

Gold-eyed deer?He imagined it to himself, and laughed softly. If there is such a deer in the world, he will probably use all means to keep it in his own inherent barrier to enjoy.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts in a daze that he didn't notice that four little birds flew out of the tomb, two of them called "Come, come." Two called "Let's go, go." The birds lined up in a row, holding a bright yellow short spear tightly in their small paws. The style was simple and the gun barrel was engraved with complex runes. The birds put the short spear in front of Kyogokuhiko and surrounded him, "Come Come on." "Let's go, let's go." After flying several times, he turned around and flew back to the dark tomb.

Kyogokuhiko did not touch the short gun in front of him. This gun has subtle similarities with the red long gun carried by Diarmuid, but it is not that similar. How should I put it, this short gun feels more New, rather than antiquities from many years ago, it is better to say that it is a new weapon that has just been cast in recent years.

After Diarmuid came back, he also agreed with Kyogokuhiko's guess, "It was probably sent by my adoptive father." He weighed the short gun in his hand, and flexibly danced a gun flower. The short spear was damaged in the fight with the wild boar before his death, and the one that was a treasure was also broken by himself, so this one should be the weapon that Angus recast after his death. When the adopted son came to the gate of the Kingdom of God, even though he could not leave Newgrange, he still sent his envoy to send condolences to his child.

The only trouble is that it is not that the short spear of the treasure cannot be put away, so Diarmuid took a piece of cloth, which was provided by Kyogokuhiko, ocher silk, and cut it into long strips to wrap the short spear and carry it behind his back. Then I picked up some firewood and branched it into triangles, and took the two rabbits I had brought back to the river to clean them up.

Use the small dagger given by Kyogokuhiko.

In addition to rabbits, he also used large leaves to make containers, and picked many berries. The berries in late summer are still very sour, but they taste good when used for barbecue.

Skillfully took out the internal organs of the prey to clean the abdominal cavity with water, and then stuffed the hare's stomach with berries and vanilla picked up by hand. Looking back, I saw Kyogokuhiko looking at the scenery left and right with his head turned and his face irrelevant. The firewood piled up was burning vigorously, and the white smoke exuded a strong smell of spices, which was not the smell that Diarmuiduo picked up casually from the wood.

Putting the two rabbits on the fire and turning them slowly, Diarmuid sat on the ground, squinted his eyes and smiled, "I used to play like this when I was young."

"Huh?" Jing Jiyan replied as if he had just recovered, paused for a few seconds and said, "Is it here?"

"Ah, yes." Diarmuid threw a piece of wood into the fire, crushed another berry and dripped the juice on the meat. "I grew up here."

The berry juice fell on the barbecue, with a strong smell of honey, and the fire burning with precious spices was very vigorous, and the fat rabbit meat was roasted to produce drops of oil, which splashed in the fire and made a sizzling sound. The seductive smell of meat began to spread in the air, but unfortunately, the body made of spiritual seeds could no longer feel the eagerness of Shaoshi.

Compared with Diarmuid's calmness, Kyogokuhiko seemed a little anxious. The specific performance was that he complained several times about "really troublesome" and "slow death", and reached out his hand several times to make the fire bigger. Dangling, sitting on the ground Diarmuid could see clearly. If I really want to compare it, I guess it is like a lion that circles around its prey but cannot eat it.

Amused by his own brain power, Diarmuid pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, cut a piece of meat from the hare, and raised his hand to Kyogokuhiko, "Taste how it tastes first."

"Wearing a sword in front of the imperial court is punishable." Kyogokuhiko snorted and held Diarmuid's hand, but instead of eating the meat stuck in the tip of the dagger, he turned his head on the inside of Diarmuid's wrist He took a bite and startled people, "For the sake of your diligence, let me forgive you for a while." He said vaguely, his breath became much calmer after he bit down, and he touched Diarmuid His hand bit off the flesh from the dagger.

"It's not bad." Kyogokuhiko commented, sliding down from the rock in a good mood and sitting next to Diarmuid, watching Diarmuid with interest as he wiped the saliva off his wrist , with a pitiful look of anger but helplessness.

Diarmuid knew very well that it was useless to reason with Kyogokuhiko in this situation, so he simply gave up the idea, stared at the fire as if nothing had happened, and left Kyogokuhiko in the air in a grandiose manner. side.

This is what he concluded, the best way to deal with Kyogokuhiko's sudden bad taste.

Kyogokuhiko was not angry either, this person was in his favor right now, naturally he found it interesting to do whatever he did, Diarmuid ignored him and he didn't care, he reached out and fiddled with a gold armband for a while, and clasped it on In the hands of Diarmuid.

He wears a slightly looser armband called Diarmuid, which fits very well. Although it is made of gold, it does not look cumbersome. The thin layer only protrudes a little on the skin, making intricate and exquisite hollow patterns. A red gemstone is filled in the middle, in the shape of a teardrop.

"I think..." Jing Jiyan smiled ambiguously, "Isn't this just a rose drooping with dew."

Diarmuid didn't care what he was talking about, looked down at the armband and moved his arm, and found that the thin armband did not affect the normal movement of the arm, so he didn't care, just picked up a roasted The greasy rabbit stuffed it in front of Kyogokuhiko, ready to stuff his mouth with food.

Kyogokuhiko chuckled, pulled out a short dagger from his waist, took the rabbit in Diarmuid's hand, separated the flesh and bones neatly, and ate it with the tip of the dagger, without teasing Diarmuid again.

If it is too much, it will lose the fun, and the long flow of water will be fun.

The meat of rabbits in late summer is plump and firm, soaked in the taste of berries, with some sweet and sour taste that stimulates the taste buds. The extra oil in the meat is forced out by the firewood, and the rest is just right, not too fatty, but not too dry.

Kyogokuhiko dealt with a rabbit very face-saving, and he picked out the berries stuffed in the rabbit's abdominal cavity. The soft and rotten berries were ripe and deep purple, and the fat melted into the pulp instead of juice, showing a kind of Not nice mushy.

Diarmuid directly threw the picked berries into the fire as fuel, and leaned on the stone to watch the sun gradually set on the other side of the wilderness.

Although the gate of the kingdom of God has been closed, Brunerborn still retains the power of the gods. Travelers who stay on the edge of the megalithic tomb can enjoy the protection of Angus, the god of love and youth, from the cold, rain, insects and beasts. .

On a night full of stars, the bonfire reflected a bright side in the wasteland. At this time, the weather was already somewhat cool. Kyogokuhiko put on a thin cloak and lay on Diarmuid's lap, and all the stars fell into him. This is the first time in his life that he sleeps in the wilderness like this. There is no high bed, soft pillows, and delicacies, only a pile of bonfires, and the knight's hard thighs, which are not very comfortable, but unexpectedly He felt a kind of satisfaction and relaxation, as if he had been looking forward to such a day, looking forward to countless times.

In such a vast world, for some reason, they seem to be the only ones left in a trance.

At this time, the rustling insects and the singing of nightingales could still be heard in the wasteland not far away. Diarmuid filled the campfire with firewood, leaned against the stone and closed his eyes. He didn't need to sleep, but here I feel a kind of tiredness everywhere, the tiredness that spreads from the deepest part of the soul after the wanderer finally returns home after wandering abroad.

"Go to sleep." I heard Kyogokuhiko's voice in a daze, as if it came from a far, far away place. Diarmui stretched his face, his body was loose and his head was tilted, and his soul sank with consciousness, and then fell again Shen, sinking into a dark and sweet dream.

He saw flowers in full bloom again in front of his eyes. In Brunerborn in spring, there was an exquisite small castle near the megalithic tomb, which belonged to Angus's residence, and the ash wood was tall and luxuriant. Yes, this month is Ash Moon, the priests sang and passed by the young Diarmuid and greeted him with a smile. Standing beside him was a younger boy with soft black hair and the same color, With pure and harmless eyes like a deer, holding Diarmuid's clothes tightly, he followed his footsteps step by step.

"Brother, brother!" the boy's voice was soft and sticky, "A guest is here!"

Indeed, at dusk, a team of less than ten people knocked on the door of Angus' residence.

"Master Finn..." Diarmuid murmured uncontrollably, but in this time and space, no one could hear his hoarse voice.

Leading the team is Finn, the head of the Fiona Knights, a hero who has left many great achievements in mythology, and a monarch whom Diarmuid once admired incomparably.

Behind Finn was a middle-aged man with brown messy hair who looked quite rebellious. People around him called him "Twain", and Diarmuid called him his father.

Suddenly, Diarmuid realized what kind of past he was dreaming about.

The author has something to say:

Your Majesty is really fond of Brother Gun, but now he is still the kind of pet who cares about his face and strength. It is hard to really like this person [Sigh

The following is the popular science research evidence, most of the information comes from the Internet, welcome to correct me:

1. About Bruna Bonn, this place is located in the Bonn Valley in County Meath, Leinster, Ireland [yes, it exists in reality].It is the most famous megalithic tomb in Ireland [a must-see attraction for tourists], and it is said to be the home of the Celtic gods.Carbon chronometry proves that it was a building in 3200 BC. Its origin and real purpose of construction are still a mystery. The entire earth and rock mound is heart-shaped [Angus, the god of love, hhhh].Brunaborn is an important place in Irish mythology and is often mentioned. Although it is the home of the gods or something, it should actually be the concentrated residence of the priests who worship the gods. [To sum up, the gate to Newgrange, the abode of the gods set in the article, has been completely closed, and even Angus can only send a bird out to visit his son]

And on the winter solstice every year, it is true that the sun of the new year will enter the tomb through the opening above the entrance, illuminating the tomb that has been in darkness all year round, but because of precession, the rising position of the sun It is different from 1000 years ago, and now the triptych spiral decoration on the alcove is no longer visible.

2. The four birds about Angus are said to be transformed by Angus’s kiss [True Blowing Kiss]. They will fly around young people and ignite their fire of love hhhh

3. I can’t remember whether the gun brother fighting the wild boar is the yellow gun or the short sword. Gus papa made another one exactly the same for his son [subtle abuse

4. As for Finn, most of the images in Celtic mythology are very positive, and all kinds of achievements have simply broken through the sky. In terms of seniority, he is still the uncle of Brother Gun, um... a nephew kidnapped his aunt and was killed by his uncle The bitter story of killing.

And the name [Fionn] is equivalent to [fair], that is, beauty, beauty, and it is said that he was named Finn because of his beauty. The so-called nephew is like an uncle, the magical nature of inheritance hhhh [My three views...

PS. Also, after completing the fairy tale about Brother Gun, I only have one thought, Brother Gun is so fucking hard to drive a good guy to death... No matter which version of the story is, it is so silly and sweet that I can’t bear to look directly at it. Face

And miserable, and lucky E, light the wax.

Preview of the next episode: The so-called cheating by the father