[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Although Ye Gucheng didn't say it directly, his dissatisfaction was obvious.

After Yun Shu sent all the girls out of the city lord's mansion in embarrassment, he saw his own city lord sitting silently with a cup of tea in his hand, drinking tea alone.

"City Lord?"

Ye Gucheng didn't respond.

Seeing this, Yun Shu immediately knelt down obediently: "Yun Shu made a mistake, please punish the city lord."

Ye Gucheng looked at the green tea in the cup: "Get up."

Yun Shu stood up cautiously holding her skirt: "Then the city lord, how many girls are these?"

"Send it back."

"Ah?" Yun Shu was a little disappointed, "What kind of women do you like, City Lord? I think the ones you selected just now are all very good!"

Ye Gucheng shook his head, the rejection was very obvious.

Yun Shu was a little helpless: "What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing bad, just don't like it."

"..." Yun Shu was really indescribably depressed, she really wanted to drag Ye Gucheng to ask you what kind of person you like, but obviously she couldn't.

Ye Gucheng might also feel that this is unreliable, and seems to be suspected of playing with his subordinates, so he said: "Too weak, they don't look good in white clothes, and their eyes are too soft."

Yun Shu suddenly took a step back, "I thought about it."

She turned around and came to the book case, spread out the drawing paper and sketched lightly. Soon, a beauty appeared on the paper. She was dressed in white and snowy, with a long black sword on her back, and her long hair was partly pulled up, revealing thin lips and delicate Eyebrows.

Yun Shu handed the drawing paper to Ye Gucheng.

"how?"

Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time: "Excellent, have you seen the person in this painting?"

Yun Shu said with a strange expression: "If Ximen Chuuxue had twin sisters, they would probably look like this."

City Lord Baiyun: "...presumptuous."

Yun Shu knelt obediently without saying a word.

Ye Gucheng picked up the drawing paper and lit it on the candle, the dancing orange flame kept rising until the ashes fell to ashes.

"This is the end of the matter."

Many days in Daxueshan.

Holding the ice sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand, he thrust out, put down, and thrust out again. Every movement was extremely simple and crisp, without even the slightest change or wavering. Even though it had lasted for a long time, his hand was still steady. steady.

But the sound of piercing the air remained the same, and it didn't weaken due to the large number of swings.

After the [-]th time, Ximen Chuuxue looked at Bingjian and sat silently without saying a word.

Not far away, Uta prepared a suitcase and prepared to go down the mountain.

Ximen Chuuxue turned his eyes subconsciously, and the man showed him a big smile.

"Young Master Ximen, do you want to go down the mountain with me?"

Silently got up, followed the other party, and directly replaced words with actions. The man smiled even bigger, and explained to Ximen Chuuxue kindly: "Young master on the Daxue Mountain also saw it, and there is no way that crops can grow, so ah, this For a few days, all the food we ate was exchanged with the herdsmen at the foot of the mountain.”

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, he expected the same, but the real situation was still somewhat different from what he had imagined.

He originally thought that the Daxue Mountains had a way of making money and could barter things with gold and silver, because the food they stored was not bad, but in the prairie, gold and silver were not hard currency. In this simple and sturdy folk customs, the population, cattle and sheep, Land is what they need most.

Uta led him into a tribe casually, and everyone in it, old and young, were extremely respectful, and many people looked at him curiously, but because he came with Uta, all these people There is kindness in their eyes.

Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips, and listened silently as Uta greeted these people with grassland words, and seemed to mention him, because several people looked over with respect after Uta finished speaking.

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't understand what they said, but he also understood that this attitude should have something to do with Daxue Mountain.

However, he still underestimated the significance of Daxue Mountain in this prairie, like a holy place, like a belief.

After the meeting, the people of that tribe naturally had to organize their best food and drinking water and prepare them for Uta.

The swarthy man showed his white teeth, and he didn't pick it up, but came to the big tent in the center of the tribe. Ximen Chuuxue soon realized what Uta was doing.

He is seeing a doctor, giving diagnosis and treatment to the old and young of this tribe.

There are not many people in this tribe, and there are only a dozen sick people, and none of them are serious. By noon, after seeing all the sick people, Uta accepted the food offered by those people, and then greeted Ximen Chuuxue went to the next tribe.

For three days in a row, they came here like this, sleeping in tents at night, seeing a doctor or traveling during the day, and of course, occasionally, they would meet some big tribes gathering at night, sitting around the bonfire, surrounded by cattle and sheep. The fragrance and hospitality of the prairie girl.

Ximen Chuuxue was handed gauze scarves by several girls with blushing faces. It was different from the very reserved sachets given by the girls in the Central Plains. The girls here are very bold. Even if they are rejected, they will be frustrated for a while at most.

Unlike Miss Feng under the lanterns at night in Baiyun City, Ximen Chuuxue now naturally understands what happened that night.

"What are you thinking?" The girl in front of her has red cheeks and big sparkling eyes. She is wearing a long navy blue and light red dress. Her hair is rolled up and wrapped in a blue gauze scarf. Many nice decorations.

At this moment, she asked him in some broken Chinese.

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while: "No." After thinking about it, he repeated, "I didn't think about anything."

The girl snorted, tugged the long skirt on her body, looked at him, tugged again, and looked again.

"You are so pretty." She said again, "I know you are from the Central Plains, and people from the Central Plains are so beautiful."

"You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

For a moment, Ximen Chuuxue didn't know how to correct her words.

After a long silence, he could only say: "You can only describe girls as beautiful, not men."

"Ah?" The girl's eyes suddenly became a little confused.

Ximen Chuuxue seized the opportunity to change positions.

The girls here are not afraid of his silence and indifference, and he doesn't hate this kind of simple and pure admiration, so avoid it if you can, if you can't avoid it, just pretend you don't understand.

It was rare for Ximen Chuuxue to think irresponsibly.

On the seventh day, Uta was about to turn back. Several big tribes had already wandered around, and the food was almost collected, so it was time to go back.

But before noon, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from behind, dust filled the distance, and a group of cavalry quickly walked out.

The target was them, and Uta stopped in his tracks. He obviously recognized the opponent's flag, and there was no worried expression on his face.

The cavalry stopped twenty steps away from them, dismounted, and the leading man trotted over with an anxious expression on his face.

During this time, Ximen Chuuxue has come into contact with some prairie language more or less, and he can barely understand it now. It seems that an extremely noble person is ill and needs him to go for treatment. Uta's medical skills, Ximen Chuuxue I have seen it in a few days, and he himself knows medical principles, so he can see it.

Uta's medical theory is far inferior to his, but he has enough practice. Common illnesses can be counted with just a few glances. nothing will happen.

"Master Ximen." Uta said apologetically, "I have to go to the Gale Tribe, will you come with me, or go back to Daxue Mountain by yourself."

He knew Ximen Chuuxue's ability, so naturally he was not worried about the other party's safety.

Ximen Chuuxue thought for a while: "I'll go back by myself."

"That's good." Uta handed over the bags on the horse's back one by one, and then went away with the cavalrymen without saying a word.

Ximen Chuuxue looked up at the endless blue sky, with the vast green field behind him, the gentle wind blowing his long hair, and the spring scenery is lingering.

He stands alone in this world, with only a young and vigorous vermilion horse beside him, which is a gift from the first two tribes.

Perhaps infected by the freedom of the past few days, Ximen Chuuxue got on the horse, gently stroked the long mane of the steed, and lightly waved the whip in his hand, galloping like a teenager.

On that day, the sun was shining brightly, the mid-spring breeze was breezy, and the green grass was lingering. He was lying on his back on the horseback, and the sky was covered with beautiful and continuous clouds, so beautiful and so close, as if he could touch them with his hands.

Ximen Chuuxue recalled a lot. Those people and things he met in his short life of more than ten years all emerged one by one in the phantom in the sky, but he didn't think about anything, just quietly recalling.

That's fine.

In the evening, the sun was setting slightly lower than the sea level.

Ximen Chuuxue was taken back by several men who had already recognized him. It was a bit different from the situation where Uta was there before. When these people faced him, they showed more embarrassment and politeness.

It seemed that something was stuck in his mouth, and he hesitated to speak.

Ximen Chuuxue had never been proactive, but at this moment he was a little more patient, waiting for them to speak.

A young man who looked a little thin, seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he knelt down in front of him.

"Young master." He still remembered what Uta called him at that time, and said directly in fairly proficient Chinese, "You come from the holy mountain, but there is a way to save my mother."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood that these people thought that since he was from the Great Snow Mountain, he was naturally proficient in medical skills like Wuta.

"Lead the way." He did learn some, but he didn't come from Daxue Mountain.

Hearing his promise, the men breathed a sigh of relief. The young man explained the situation to him as he walked. Not only his Eun, but also several others were injured. There are also younger ones.

According to what the young man named Da Lagu said.

It was the prairie wolf that attacked them.

This kind of animal is the most cunning and vengeful animal. The last time they got into the sheepfold, they were discovered in time. After killing a few of them, they have been lingering nearby.

"These beasts have been staring at our flock for several days, and I didn't expect to catch them in a moment of negligence." Dalagu's tone was very resentful, but it was indeed understandable.

Ximen Chuuxue finally walked into a ventilated tent, and the smell of blood and rotting wounds came to his face.

There were several people lying on the blanket in disorder. The wounds on their bodies were very serious, with obvious bite marks, and because of their old age, they were all dying at the moment.

Although the wound has been treated, one arm has been bitten off, and the blood cannot be completely stopped just by holding it with some plant ash and cloth.

In some people, the wounds on their bodies were infected, festered, and rotting flesh grew.

The author has something to say: The sword god is so beautiful, and by the way, the city master... hhh