Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

When Zhao Buxi was born, his father gave him the word "the flames of war are constantly burning, and there is no end to the war". Naturally, he hoped that he could make a difference.It can only be said that the national conditions are like this. In the past, he was fighting with people, but now he is fighting with the living dead. Moreover, Zhao Buxi was born in less than a month, and he almost died when he was born.

His mother went there within two years after giving birth to him. Due to his poor health, he could not leave the house until he was in his teens.

This journey is probably the farthest he has traveled so far in his life.Zhao Buxi followed behind Xie Chenjian, a gust of cold wind swept over him, he shivered, coughed, and tightened his cloak.

Xie Chenjian stopped in front of the organ room. He opened the heavy iron gate and walked into the cold forbidden area. Zhao Buxiu followed closely after a slight pause.There were various weapons inside, including swords, bows and crossbows of different sizes, and some hidden weapons he had never seen before. Xie Chenjian asked him, "What kind of weapons would you use?"

Zhao Buxi pursed his lips, and he took out the short dagger from his sleeve, the back of his delicate hand was white and clean without an inch of callus, he turned over the back of his hand and spread the dagger in the palm of his hand, and said to Xie Chenjian: "Only this. "

He said he only knew this, but the dagger hadn't even been unsheathed, Zhao Buxi lowered his eyes and remained silent.Xie Chenjian watched his hair whirling, and threw a few gold silk armors in front of Zhao Buxi, "Put these on."

Zhao Buxiu quickly picked it up and thanked Xie Chenjian.

Xie Chenjian took a few swords and put them in the holsters and tied them behind his back. His long hair was tied up, and the side of his face was tensed in an arc. When he was silent, he looked like a piece of cold ice.While arranging his equipment, he warned, "Wuta Mountain Villa is separated from Pingnan by the Wannai River. Now plagues are everywhere, even in the river, there are many living dead floating and sinking. There is no way to escape on the boat. You must always follow me. "

Zhao Buxi agreed, and Xie Chenjian said again: "Go to the next door to ask for some wound medicine, although it is useless to ask for it, but be prepared."

Everyone in the world knows that being bitten by this living dead is hopeless, and they will be infected within a few moments. Zhao Buxiu shuddered at the thought.

Xie Chenjian spent a long time packing his bags. Zhao Buxuan had heard rumors about this swordsman in the world, knew that he had a weird temper, and saw that he was not willing to take the order at first, so he was afraid that he would run away and take the medicine. Since then, he has been following behind Xie Chenjian.They walked in and out several times, Zhao Buxi was in poor health, and he was too tired to move after a while, so he found a place to sit down with stars in his eyes.

Xie Chenjian walked a few steps and suddenly heard no sound behind him, turned his head to look, and saw Zhao Buxiu leaning against the rockery with a pale face, his footsteps stopped, turned around and walked towards Zhao Buxiu.

Zhao Buxi raised his head and gave him a weak smile, "I'm really tired, can you allow me to rest for a while?"

Xie Chenjian was silent, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Buxiu's wrist that seemed to be snapped, "The living dead will not let you rest."

After leaving this sentence, Xie Chenjian turned around and left.Zhao Buxiu looked at his back, gritted his teeth, propped up the fake stone at hand, and stood up slowly.

In the evening, Zhao Buxi stayed in Wuta Villa and slept in the guest room after eating.The bed was newly made, and he was pillowed in the soft quilt, holding the dagger tightly in his hand.

"Brother..." A brother's voice overflowed from his mouth, followed by a few tears.

The next morning, when the dew was slightly white, Xie Chenjian was about to set off.He prepared two horses, he and Zhao Buxi should have one each, but he never thought that the youngest son of the Hou's mansion would not know how to ride a horse.Zhao Buxi felt ashamed on his face, he looked up at Xie Chenjian, and said softly: "When I was young, I almost died when I fell off the horse's back. My father doesn't want me to ride a horse anymore."

Xie Chenjian's lips were tightly pursed, because he didn't want to have a word with this delicate young man.Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand under Zhao Buxiu's amazed eyes, passed his arms around his waist, lifted him up and put him on the horse's back, then he turned himself on the horse, took the rein with one hand and circled Zhao with the other. Without stopping, lips pressed to ears, and said in a low voice, "Sit still."

With the horse's hooves on the ground, Zhao Buxiu's back rested on Xie Chenjian's chest.The midwinter cold fan passed his face, he tightened his neck, squinted his eyes and looked forward, the surrounding scenery quickly receded, and the horse started to run.

The high gate of Wuta Villa opened, the horse's hoof was raised, and a brown phantom jumped out in the air.They left Wuta Villa and headed south all the way to Pingnan, the plague-ridden land.