East of Eden

"Zhan Fengqiang has been with my brother since he was 15 years old, and he was broken by you like this." The barbarian boy's face was full of distress, and he picked up the two broken guns quite carefully, and wrapped them in red cloth. .

It was dusk, the sky was crimson, the snow-capped mountains in the distance were silhouetted, and the green wheat was shaking.Liang Chen stood outside the tent made of deerskin, his blond hair was hanging down, his white robe was ragged, and his feet were tied with iron chains. The heavy firewood made him almost unable to straighten his back.Although he is doing the work of a slave, he does not have the look of a slave. His facial features reveal the nobility from the East, and the fragrance of sandalwood lingers in his hair.

"Zhanfeng gun? Is it important?" The firewood was stacked neatly, Liang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped his sweat with his muddy hands.

"Very important! Very important! My brother won it from the previous owner, just like this, and it has been passed down for several generations!" Zhuo Mo clenched his fists, his tone excited.In fact, the main reason is that Cangxing once promised that if he becomes strong enough, he will pass on the Zhanfeng Spear to him, but now this dream has been shattered.

"He asked for the broken gun, it has nothing to do with me." Liang Chen fetched a basin of water, turned around to clean the bruise on his arm.

The boy bit his lip and said aggrievedly: "Why do you two always compete with each other? Elder brother treats you well. He gave you food, clothing and a place to sleep, and even changed the recipe just for you... ..."

"Silly boy, that's because I'm useful. I rescued your wounded soldiers, helped you shepherd sheep, taught you how to farm, and set solar terms and calendars. Of course he won't let me die easily, and of course he won't let me go. Look," Liang Chen pointed to the iron chain on his ankle, "this chain has cut off half of my magic power, and I can't escape no matter what."

Four years ago, King Saspin II sent Liang Shiheng to travel around the world. He never thought that when the journey was about to end, he would be trapped in a wild tribe at the end of the world, and suddenly become a slave from Zhu Si.

Just at the dawn of this morning, Liang Chen had another fight with Cang Xing before Xiao Xing set.Liang Chen tried to escape in the dark, but Cang Xing's dog sniffed the trail. The man was not asleep, and was patrolling with a light on. When he heard the dog barking, he rode over immediately.

"How many times?" Cang Xing reined in, "I thought you would give up."

"Let me go." Liang Chen looked up at him, his eyes showed determination, and he was holding on to the luggage bag without giving up. There was only a little water and dried meat in it.If Liang Chen showed such an expression in the palace, everyone would definitely stand back in awe, but Cang Xing was not afraid, not at all.

"No release." He said to the night patrol behind him.

Liang Chen expected that he would say this, so he slowly rolled up his clothes, bent over, and half-kneeled on the ground, the wind blew from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, blowing his golden hair away, and it was strangely shining in the dark night.Cang Xing watched his movements, raised his hand, signaled the people behind him not to act rashly, took off the spear behind him, and held the reins tighter.

Liang Chen lowered his head and pressed his hands on the ground. With a spell, light burst from his slender fingers in an instant, and the soil in front of him was lifted up by a huge force and cracked. The crack like a python quickly extended to the blue star. Underfoot, the horse raised its front hooves in horror.The night watch team released arrows reflexively, and the feathered arrows that popped from the strings shot at Liang Chen from all directions, and he snapped his fingers, and those arrows fell apart above his head.

"What? You still need help?" Liang Chen picked up a feather arrow, snapped it, and folded it easily, then stood up and stared at Cang Xing.

Cang Xing said to his night patrol team: "You take seven steps back, and you are not allowed to act without my order."

The barbarians all showed embarrassment, they knew too well that every time these two people met head-on, there would be a swordsmanship.

Cang Xing dismounted with a gun, black hair reaching shoulder length, two strands on the side of the ear were braided and tied behind the head, and a very pointed wolf tooth earring was adorned on the right ear.The clothes of the barbarians are very casual, the clothes are cut from rags, the cuffs are tied tightly, and the belt is full of strange ornaments. When the wind blows, the robes are like waves, and those delicate ornaments make a sound like wind chimes.

There was an inexplicable tacit understanding between the two of them, they met their gazes, and immediately started to fight without talking nonsense, and immediately launched the most turbulent moves.The sound of fighting resounded in the sky, and the accompanying recorder shook his head, and wrote helplessly on the sheepskin: On the sixth day of the Red Cherry Moon (Note: July), conflict broke out again in the camp, and this is the third time.

This time it was more intense than ever, I saw Donglu warlocks set off a golden magic circle between heaven and earth, while Cang Xing used his body and spear to fight against it, the situation was changing, people couldn't get in their hands at all, so they had to retreat to the sidelines to watch the battle , anxiously calculating how many tents and crops will be lost this time.

Click!

A golden light was splitting on the Zhanfeng Spear, and there was a piercing scream at the moment of the collision. People were stunned to see that the jet-black long|spear split from the middle and broke into two pieces.Cang Xing stopped, subconsciously grabbed a handful, only had time to catch a few pieces of black crystal, the head of the spear fell to the ground, and plunged obliquely into the ground.

The man's expression suddenly changed, time seemed to freeze at this moment, everyone present except Liang Chen gasped.

"That's the Zhanfeng Spear...it turns out..."

It was broken.

Liang Chen didn't know what kind of treasure he had smashed, but he sensed something was wrong from everyone's expressions, so he stopped the attacks in his hands and stood in a distant place to observe the atmosphere.

"Cang... Cang Xing...!" A barbarian soldier crawled over and grabbed his sleeve, looking at the broken gun at a loss, his face pale.

Cang Xing was the calmest one among the crowd, wiped the sweat off his face, and threw the remaining half of his hand behind him without looking back: "I can do without it."

His voice was very low, these words carried a lot of weight, Liang Chen felt something hit him in the heart.Cang Xing broke away from the pull of the soldiers, and ran towards the number one warlock in the Eastern Continent with his bare hands. Liang Chen thought to himself, what a fool, he is the only one who is not afraid of thousands of troops avoiding white robes.

"continue!"

The blue star came straight, and the strength of the whole body was condensed into one point, like the mighty burning meteor at the beginning of the world.Liang Chen gathered a ball of golden light in his hands, raised his head, and greeted the man's figure, which was infinitely enlarged in his pupils - Cang Xing's movements were not fancy, but for some reason, at that moment, Liang Chen felt that he couldn't stop it, just couldn't stop it live.

Boom!

The wooden pillar cracked and exploded, a dull pain spread from his chest, and then his back hit the ground.The tent collapsed on top of them, the deerskin was riddled with holes, Cang Xing held Liang Chen's neck and pressed him against a piece of wood, Liang Chen was forced to look at the person's annoying black eyes, at this time they leaned on each other It was very close, and the heartbeat of the other party could be clearly heard, and the heated air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Cang Xing! Cang Xing!" The night watch team rushed over, and the tent had become a pile of ruins.

After calming down a bit, Cang Xing let go of Liang Chen's neck, and tugged at his wrist: "Get up."

Liang Chen opened his hand ungratefully, Cang Xing pulled it again, and was opened by him again, finally Cang Xing got annoyed, gave Liang Chen a hard look, and spat blood elsewhere.

"Are you alright, Cang Xing?" the soldier asked, handing over a handkerchief.

Cang Xing said nothing, took the veil and wiped the blood, straightened up with difficulty, and walked towards a direction where no one was there.

"Hey! Cang Xing!"

"Leave me alone," he growled.

So no one dared to chase after him.The sky was twilight, the sun was about to come out, the distant mountains were glowing with light purple, and outside the collapsed tent, there were light spots left by Liang Shiheng's spell.

"I heard you guys are fighting again? Is it interesting?"

At night, the old woman built a bonfire and slowly boiled vegetable soup in a small pot.Zhuo Mo still held the broken gun, and added: "Not only did he fight, Ah Chen also broke my brother's Zhanfeng gun."

Liang Chen curled up the dog's tail grass and didn't speak.

"The young people nowadays, why don't they want to sit down and have a good talk, and insist on making a mess, alas." The old woman sighed and rubbed Duomo's head: "Boy, don't you think so?"

The boy nodded vigorously: "Yes."

In the camp, Liang Chen gradually gained the respect of the people because he helped many people, and Tuo Mo and the old lady were the two who took care of him the most.Zhuo Mo calls Cang Xing "my brother", but in fact the two are not related by blood. Zhuo Mo is an orphan who was taken in by Cang Xing, and the old lady takes care of him.

At this moment, the thick soup in the pot started to bubble, making a gurgling sound. The old woman scooped up a bowl for Liang Chen, and Liang Chen said, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, thank Cang Xing if you want to." She stirred the carrots in the soup: "In the northern border, we always eat raw food. This is the first time to make soup like this. Who do you think it is for?"

Liang Chen lowered his eyelashes, and silently took a sip of the soup.

The old woman said: "Son, you don't know how important this gun is to Cang Xing."

"...How important is it?"

She pointed to the snow-capped mountains to the north: "A few years ago, we lived deep in the snow-capped mountains. Cang Xing was 15 years old, and he won this gun only after defeating ten people. If you see the injuries on his body, you will understand how difficult it is." Later, the snow-capped mountains suddenly became extremely cold, and even the wolves were frozen to death. We were forced to migrate and cross the long snowy land. can be seen from afar.”

"Grandma, I want soup too!" Zhuo Mo handed over the bowl.

The old man filled it up for him, wiped his hands on the apron, and continued: "But the snow is too heavy and the road is too long. Some old people and wounded people applied to stay so as not to drag everyone down. Cang Xing refused to let him at first, but later he really didn't." If you don’t make a decision, everyone will die, so he agreed.”

Zhuo Mo listened with relish: "And then?"

"Then it took us another eight days to finally get out of the snow mountain. The first thing Cangxing did was to go back to the mountain to find someone. Everyone advised him not to go to die, but he didn't listen. He took some dry food and went alone. Still carrying the Zhanfeng gun, the red flag is frozen in the wind, like a torch."

"Has he found someone?"

"I found them, but those people were already dead. Cangxing used a sled to pull their bodies back. There were quite a few of them. They pulled them three times in total. There was a master who taught him how to use a gun. When Cangxing came back, only I took my last breath and took a long time to recover."

"..." Liang Chen put down the bowl.

"You broke his pride, his memories and our hopes, boy."

Liang Chen hugged his knees and sat down: "He was the one who came to me first."

"I know, so it's not your fault. Some things happen as they happen, and no one can be blamed." The old woman said.

Zhuo Mo glanced at the broken gun in his arms: "Then what about this one? Cang Xing don't want it anymore?"

"No, he just doesn't want to see it for a while. Find a place for him to put it away."

The boy agreed, quickly finished the soup, picked up the gun and ran to his tent.

"Wait a minute!" Liang Chen suddenly shouted.

When Zhuo Mo turned his head, the bone ornaments on his hair collided, and he blinked his big black eyes in confusion.

Liang Chen raised a hand: "Come here."

"What?"

"Give me the gun."

Repairing a black crystal gun is not difficult for Zhu Si. He is proficient in alchemy. Even if everything in the world is developing in the direction of disorder and chaos, he can bring chaos back to order by himself.Liang Chen collected all the fragments, locked himself in the house for three days, and used spells to piece them together bit by bit until the cracks disappeared, and the Zhanfeng Gun was as clean as new in his hands.

"It really is a good gun."

Feeling feeling in his heart, he stroked the cold skeleton with his fingers, there were a few barbarian characters engraved on it, Cangyang Rinpoche, Liang Chen guessed that this might be Cangxing's original name.

Now, the Zhanfeng gun has not only been repaired, but also reinforced by Liang Chen, and every edge has been polished to a bright light. He wrapped the Zhanfeng gun in white cloth and planned to return it to Cang Xing sometime, but At this time, he also began to hesitate for a long time - what excuse should he find to handle this matter properly and without losing face?

The thought of seeing that person again gave me a headache.

Liang Chen was about to pour a glass of water, but within a few steps he almost tripped over the iron chains on his feet. The iron chains were put on him by Cang Xing. In order to control his spells, he suddenly hated Cang Xing extremely, and regretted himself Help him fix the gun.

"It's really stupid, why bother to do this, and meddle in something that shouldn't be meddled in." He said to himself, and the black crystals in the white cloth reflected his beautiful eyes.

As Zhu Si, the messenger of God, Liang Chen should not have extreme emotions towards anyone, no matter love or hate.Zhusi is a symbol of holiness. It must be kind, compassionate, kind and indifferent, and accept offerings from all living beings aloft.He has received strict training since he was a child, but he still has a fatal weakness-youth.

People in youth are prone to make mistakes, just as grass and trees are easy to catch fire in summer.

Liang Chen shouldn't have resented Cang Xing, even if that person tied him to a wooden post to let vultures eat his flesh and blood, he shouldn't have complained, but he still hated, he didn't understand what was going on.