The Beacon Record of the Eight Parts of the Dragon [Xiao Feng x Murong Fu colleagues]

"All wars are civil wars."

——Murong mycountryrightorwrong complex

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While waiting for his hair to dry, Murong Fu snorted.

With her back straight, her hands clasped in her sleeves, she fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up from the dream, he experienced a momentary trance, as if he was still in Yanziwu.

It was dark already.The entire barracks did not hear the slightest sound of human beings, and was enveloped in the unique silence after a fierce battle, the silence of escape from death.

Murong Fu didn't move, he didn't get up, he sat motionless for a while, patiently waiting for his breathing to calm down by itself.

Before the case, there is a light like a bean.A sheet of letter paper was spread out on the table, and there were only three lines.Before the fire was lit in the tent, the nibs on the pen mount were already frozen again.

Murong Fu picked up the pen, dragged it across the lamp, and with the hot air above the flame, he slowly baked the pen that was frozen hard, and then wrote.The nib hovered over the paper for a moment.

When I fell asleep just now, it seemed to be a dream.He doesn't remember very well.

Maybe I dreamed of the distant Yanziwu.The clouds are steaming and the rosy clouds are shining, seven or nine waterways.Azhuabi fell asleep in their other courtyard, her cheeks were like peach blossoms, her hair was like ebony, and she saw the moon at the border in her sleep.

Maybe it's the camellias blooming in the moonlight in Mantuo Mountain Villa. When they bloom to Tumi, the bowl-sized flowers are nourished by the bones by the Wuding River.

Maybe it was the eyes of that Xixia warrior on the battlefield today, black as an abyss.Those are the eyes of a dying man.He pleaded loudly and asked him for a sip of water.

In the quiet night, far away, a horse was neighing.

When Qiao Feng slapped the mud seal on the mouth of the second jar of wine, he heard the soft rustling of his clothes behind him.When he looked back, his first reaction was to subconsciously hide the wine jar behind him.

"Using the sky as an account and the ground as a banquet. Brother Qiao is very interested."

Murong Fu said indifferently, he stood still, he did not look at him, but quietly watched the dancing flames of the bonfire for a while.

Qiao Feng smiled awkwardly.

Alcohol was banned in the military.However, Qiao Feng is a drinker, every time he secretly takes a sip, it's fine if he doesn't get caught by Murong Fu, as long as he doesn't catch him, the one on the left "prohibits orders" and the one on the right "leads by example", really made him feel bad Several times.

Yesterday, the Mo Nam Pass was broken, and a batch of grain wine was seized in the Xixia military camp. It was brewed with local highland barley and had an extremely strong temper.Qiao Feng hadn't had a drink for a few days, now seeing it, he couldn't help but salivate from the bottom of his tongue.After asking for two altars, he came out and sat by the fire to pour himself a drink.Seeing Murong Fu approaching quietly at this time, he felt a little guilty.

For the convenience of horseback galloping and dashing practice, Murong Fu used to tie up his hair, as if he had just finished taking a bath, his long hair was half-dry and loosely draped over his shoulders, completely different from the usual unruly appearance.

Qiao Feng noticed it, so he couldn't help but take a second look.Murong Fu seemed to be full of thoughts, he didn't pay attention to his gaze, and didn't wait for the invitation to speak, he just sat down beside the fire, stretched out his hand to grab Qiao Feng's back lightly, lifted the wine jar out like a magic trick, brought it to his lips, He took a gurgling drink.

"Why?" He put down the jar, seeing Qiao Feng staring at him blankly, he smiled kindly.

"Brother Qiao can drink it, but I can't?"

When he raised the altar to drink just now, his sleeves slid down, revealing half of his wrist.Only then did Qiao Feng notice another difference: Murong Fu was not wearing the military uniform he was used to, but a light yellow shirt with a loose belt, and gold thread was woven into the robe pattern, reflecting the dancing firelight , flickering with his actions.

"Isn't this cold?"

Qiao Feng wanted to retaliate with "lead by example" in the same way, but the words came to his lips, but by accident, they turned into this sentence.

"The clothes have been washed." Murong Fu said, raised the altar to take another sip, and handed the wine jar back. "It will dry tomorrow."

"I don't know why." Qiao Feng smiled "haha" when he heard this. "To tell you the truth, brother Yu didn't even put on the coat that he issued the day before yesterday. If my brother suffers from lack of clothes, just take it and wear it." Saying this, he put down the wine jar, took off his thin coat and threw it away.

"That's it, thank you very much." Murong Fu didn't refuse, he took it with a smile, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"The word 'Tongpao' is a lie." Qiao Feng laughed, raised his neck and took a big gulp.

"Brother Meng Qiao came to the rescue yesterday, and I haven't thanked you for your great kindness." Murong Fu stared at the fire and pondered for a while: "The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed fierce and exquisite. But I don't want to fight against the enemy in an army formation."

"What kind of words are these?" Qiao Feng was startled, as if he didn't expect him to say such words. "In the battle of grinding the navel pass, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to save him at the critical moment, I'm afraid even Liu Qianzhi's life would have been lost, let alone win the pass in one go."

"Eat the king's salary, and take care of the king's worries." Murong Fu said calmly, took the wine handed over, and did not drink it immediately. "Put yourself in the shoes, if it were you, Brother Qiao would do the same thing."

"Qiao is a warrior who only knows how to kill and save people, so there is no way to save the principle of forming troops. But I will fight wherever the general tells you." Qiao Feng smiled. "With Murong's kung fu, entering an official career is a blessing for the family and a country, but it is also a misfortune for the world."

He is a man of martial arts, when he saw Murong Fu using his family's sword technique in the midst of the chaos that day, although it was a glimpse, the subtleties could not be grasped for a while.

"Serve the country with loyalty, it's a matter of responsibility." Murong Fu smirked when he heard the words, took a big sip from the altar, and handed it back to him: "How dare you talk about luck and misfortune. If a seven-foot-high Tibetan man is unable to protect his family and country, Jiuquan will die." How can I be worthy of my ancestors, and what kind of face can I stand between the heaven and the earth?"

Obviously some impassioned words came out of his mouth, but they were straightforward and indifferent, like an endorsement without any emotion.

Qiao Feng didn't like it when he heard it, but it was inconvenient to ask, so he just smiled, picked up the jar and took a few big gulps of wine, then changed the subject and said:

"Who are there in Brother Murong Xian's family?"

"First Yan Xianci went early." Murong Fu stared at the fire for a while and lost his mind. "Brother Deng, Brother Bao, the four brothers watched me grow up. Murong's family is sparse, and the only relative is my mother's cousin."

Thinking of the innocent, charming and lovely Wang Yuyan, there was a gentle look on his brows and eyes.

"But your sweetheart?" Qiao Feng couldn't help laughing as he saw it.

"She is not ten years old this year." Murong Fu laughed. "What's more, I only have brotherly affection for her. Xixia is not destroyed, why should I be a family? I am not like Guo Cheng. After this battle, I will return to my hometown to get married. I am afraid that even the Xixia soldiers on the opposite side know. Brother Qiao, why did you say that? Could it be that your sweetheart is waiting for you in your hometown."

"I'm called Hua'er boss, which girl would like it." Qiao Feng sighed with a smile: "My parents are still there. I grew up at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and my parents were farmers, so I grew up in the fields and mountains. .” He picked up the branch and gently moved the coals to make it burn more vigorously.

"When I was seven years old, I used a slingshot to beat other people's pigs and sheep every day. I was too naughty and my parents couldn't control me, so they sent me to Shaolin to study under Master Xuanku."

Murong Fu tilted his head and listened quietly to his words. Hearing this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling:

"It's strange that you are also good at hunting roe deer with Guo Cheng. It turns out that you are also a wild child who grew up in the mountains."

Tonight, there has been a hint of worry between his brows and eyes, and now he smiled, sweeping away the depression just now.The little sparks brought up by poking the fire just now rolled up with the hot air, reflecting his face flickeringly bright and dark.

Qiao Feng was suffocated suddenly, forgetting what to say next.He smiled, raised his head and drank a few sips of wine, suddenly remembered something, and asked casually:

"Didn't Liang Yidao hurt you yesterday?"

This question is careless.Upon hearing this, Murong Fu frowned slightly imperceptibly.

"It's just a minor injury, it's okay," he said.

Qiao Feng had already noticed that his right hand was slightly sluggish, and seeing that he was deliberately covering it up, he knew something was wrong.He shot like lightning, before Murong Fu could react, he had already clasped his right wrist, opened his sleeve and looked, the inside of his right forearm was black and blue, probably the bruise from Liang Yidao's mace that day.

"You call this a minor injury?" Qiao Feng didn't know what to say for a moment.

"If it's to blame, it's because I'm not good at learning, so I let him take advantage of it." Murong Fu frowned and said, he wanted to pull his hands away, but Qiao Feng's five fingers were like iron clamps, he couldn't break free after struggling.He felt slightly annoyed, and was about to use his true strength to shake it away, but he heard Qiao Feng sigh:

"Tomorrow you have to lead troops to fight, so what kind of power are you acting on right now?"

Talking about channeling the internal energy into the palm, he clasped the "Taiyuan" point on Murong Fu's right wrist, a thick internal energy was slowly spit out, and flowed along the wrist meridians, flushing away all the stagnant blood one by one.

Murong Fu didn't say a word, he didn't struggle, he thought he was afraid of going astray, but his eyes flickered, watching him quietly.

"Don't think about yourself, but also think about your soldiers." After a while, Qiao Feng withdrew his internal energy and persuaded him with nice words. "If you're not in shape, when will the soldiers on the battlefield have eyes again. They all have wives and family members. If they can't return safely, they will commit crimes."

Murong Fu didn't answer for a while, after a while, he smiled wryly and said:

"Brother Qiao is willing to think so, but I'm afraid Xixia soldiers don't think so."

Qiao Feng was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this person might have gone mad, he was thinking about it when Murong Fu said slowly:

"Today I saw them cleaning the battlefield. There was a Xixia soldier who was about to die. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked me for a sip of water. But I couldn't give it to him." His tone was flat, as if he was just talking about other people's affairs and had nothing to do with himself Not at all relevant.

"Although they are from Xixia, if we talk about it, which one has no wife and children."

"Murong." Hearing this at first, Qiao Feng felt sympathetic, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

When Murong Fu said this, his voice suddenly choked up, as if he couldn't continue.

He paused for a long while before continuing word by word with great difficulty:

"If we don't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, how can we win this battle today? It is said that kindness does not lead soldiers, and love does not stand up. But I don't know..."

"I'm no better than you. I haven't been able to read and write since I was a child, and I understand those great principles." Qiao Feng interrupted him suddenly, and said gently. "But I know that Daliao, Daliao, and Xixia. If Daliao is allied with Daliao, Xixia will be an enemy. If it is friendly with Xixia, Daliao will be punished by everyone. You just said that defending the family Country. Don’t you know, where was there such a family? Where was there any country? A river is the boundary, and a mountain is the barrier. Could it be that the people living on both sides of the mountains and rivers are different, and the streams in people are different? Is there blood?"

As soon as he said this, Murong Fu raised his head suddenly, looked at him for a while, and called softly: "Brother Qiao!"

Qiao Feng's heart skipped a beat before he was about to speak, but at this moment, the sound of a galloping horse's hooves suddenly broke out in the still night, galloping from far to near, interrupting his conversation.

Both of them turned their heads to look, but it was a war horse carrying envoys in costumes.The queen of the horse is full of Xixia flags and flags, and she wants to go to Bianjing to ask for credit in front of the officials in the starry night.One of the general flags, with a white background and a black border, has half a broken blood-red "梁" character waving in the wind.

They watched the horse galloping quietly in the dark for a while, speechless for a while.

At this time, I heard Xixia soldiers blowing the 秱篥 from afar, sobbing and sobbing, with a sad voice, drifting over with the wind from afar.