Grandpa is such a bird

It was an unimaginable scene.

Standing like a fairy mountain on the sea, Wanhai Peak is burning with an orange-red fire between the black rocks. The exquisite buildings, courtyards, courtyards and aviaries of Yufeng Pavilion are slowly scorching black in the fire, and then with the burning sound of dying struggle, they are overthrown little by little. , broke from the cliff and fell into the ocean.

There are broken walls and ruins on the sea, and there are also countless broken limbs and arms. The blood stained the raging waves, and waves of blood poured into the sea, carrying cold corpses and broken logs into the world that will never be seen again. The bottom of the sun.

The sky is also red, reflected by the sea of ​​blood, and scorched by the raging fire. Countless carrier pigeons, warblers, geese, and swans wander around the mountain for a long time. Elegy, day and night on Wan Haifeng.

The fire burned for three days, and the birds circled around for three days.

Thirty miles away, in a hidden forest, the guard walked up to Yin Chenglan's side and whispered in his ear: "Master, the owner of each house has tried it, and there are still many birds that can't be chased away. If this continues..."

Yin Chenglan saw the five-color flag on the guard's waist, raised his hand and pulled it out, held it in his hand and watched it carefully.

"Red is like blood, black is like night, blue is like forest, turmeric is like mountains, and frost is as white as water. They are all the colors of heaven and earth. The sky and earth are so big, where is home and where is not home."

Yin Chenglan buckled the five-color flag on his knees, looked up at the flying birds circling high in the sky, and sneered, but there was no coldness or murderous intent in his smile, but a kind of indifferent helplessness, and said softly: "Homing, I When will I be able to return to the nest."

After finishing speaking, with a wave of his hand, Hai Dongqing jumped onto his arm from the forest. Yin Chenglan lifted it and sent it to the sky, saying, "Send them one last time."

Hai Dongqing spread her strong wings, screamed loudly, and glided for a circle above her head, riding the wind to fly into the sky.

After three days of arrow rain, the imperial army who sneaked into Wanhai Peak from Luxin Lake finally forced the stubborn people in the Yufeng Pavilion to the Tinghai Tower on the peak. No, there was a bloody incision on Lian Presse's shoulder, he didn't care at all, staring at the black soldier holding a spear in front of him, raised his sword, smiled and licked off the blood.

"Put down your weapon, Rao Er will not die!" A soldier shouted.

Lian Press's lips were as red as blood, and he smiled and said: "We didn't shout like that back then, we would just kill, stepping on the blood, and plant the prince's handsome flag on the enemy's corpse."

The smudged face of the standard-bearer who was hiding in the crowd holding the imperial flag was stunned. For some reason, his heart suddenly tightened. There were people all around him, but he felt the young man's playful eyes locked on him. body, like a hawk keeping a close eye on a hunting rabbit.

The birds circling in the sky screamed sharply. At this moment, an eagle howled suddenly swayed from the clouds, and then Hai Dongqing appeared in front of everyone in a dashing posture. It flew high and almost broke through the nine heavens. Roll up the wind and cloud and sweep wildly.

Then, Haidongqing fluttered its wings and pressed down like a bright cloud covering the sky. As soon as it appeared, like the head of a flock of birds, it swirled violently in mid-air, followed by countless wandering and hoarse people. Birds.

Lian Pressing the song held the sword by his side, backed away slowly, and stood on the edge of the cliff, looked around at his colleagues, showed a meaningful smile, opened his arms, and said in a soft voice: "Take a step first according to the song."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on his back, Haidong Qingying narrowed his eyes, and swooped down with a hundred birds behind him.

In the rapidly descending gust, Lian Pressing Song raised his arm and threw the sword out.

When the eagle dog of the imperial court was surprised, it only heard the sound of "clank", and turned its head suddenly. A bloody long sword was nailed to the imperial flag, which symbolized victory. The flagpole broke, and the flag fluttering in the wind fell to the ground. Stepped into the blood by the horse's hoof.

Qi Ying took off his battle armor and jumped onto the tallest mansion in the world. He inserted his long sword into the gap between the bricks and tiles, hung up the battle armor, and then led the rest of Yufeng Pavilion to jump off the cliff.

The Four Battalions finally captured the Yufeng Pavilion and killed the daring rebels, but none of them could laugh. Above their heads, the handsome flag with a long sword as a pole and a war robe as a scarf was raging against the wind. Zhang Yang said that there is no unique eagle picture of Yufeng Pavilion on it, but a sparse and elegant word 'Lan'.

More than ten years ago, when the first emperor was alive, the youngest crown prince in the history of Dajing was flying the battle flag with this character written all over the frontiers of the five continents.

In the camp outside Linbin City, exciting drums sounded. In the evening of the same day, the messenger wore red feathers and rode a thousand-mile steed, galloping all the way with the news of victory, and passed the news of the great victory to the imperial capital.

The horseshoe was blowing in the wind, and the herald glanced back inadvertently. With just this glance, he saw someone sitting on a hill not far away looking at him.

The herald felt cold all over. He was so far away that he couldn't even see his face clearly, but he seemed to see the cold smile on the corner of the man's lips.

He lowered his head and wiped his eyes, then turned his head to look again, the hill was empty just now, it was just his hallucination.

The herald tightened the reins suddenly, and turned his head to look again, but there was still nothing there. He breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to reprimand the horse, when he saw that face appearing in front of him, looking at him coldly. how long.

He gasped, and just about to yell, his throat was strangled.

Using his wrist, Yin Chenglan cut off the herald's neck, pushed the corpse down, took out the good news from the bundle he was carrying, glanced at it, raised his hand, and someone handed him a wolf hair from behind.

He glanced at the handwriting, and when he wrote it, it was already exactly the same as the handwriting on it, and he had the unique skill of imitating human handwriting.

Yin Chenglan changed "the thief's whereabouts are unknown" on the victory report to "seriously injured and fled", and then stuffed it into the bag again, raised his hand, and a man with the same appearance as the herald just now rode on a thousand-mile horse, nodded slightly to Yin Chenglan, and took The burden ran to the imperial capital.

Yin Chenglan watched his back disappear into the night, took out a sparrow-sized bird from his arms and put it in the sky.

Outside Linbin City, the four camps were full of soldiers cheering and celebrating their triumphant return. The bonfires were roaring, singing and dancing were incessant, and the people outside the tents were so drunk that they sat on the ground with their spears on the ground. Humming a ditty, eyes dimmed, waiting for the teacher to return to court.

A group of men and horses shuttled silently among the soldiers, their bodies were soaked with the wet chill of the sea.

The centurion greeted him with a wine jug, hooked the leader's neck, hiccupped and said, "Brothers, without you, we can't win this time. Drink, I respect you."

The leader took his wine jug, and stretched out his hand to hook his neck. The next moment, the bright knife light flashed by, and the centurion's head with a shocked expression fell to the ground, rolling out a streak of scarlet.

The splattered blood was like a signal, and the silent people suddenly showed their sharp weapons and walked to the side of the drunken soldiers.

This night, the deep and dark outside Linbin City is the real battlefield.

The next day, the four major battalions set off as if nothing had happened, but when Lian Songge, who had put off his armor, pushed Yin Chenglan to the front of the formation, the cruelty, insidiousness and cunning of the battlefield emerged from the frost in the early winter. Silently revealed clues.

Speeding up the horse, seven days later, the falsified news was sent to the emperor's dragon case in the palace hall in the imperial capital of Dajing.

After the emperor saw it, his tensed forehead loosened a little, and then tensed up again: "Go pass on Shanyue."

The eunuch father-in-law didn't dare to delay, so he welcomed Shanyue into the hall without much meeting.

"Please look at Zen Master."

Shanyue received the good news, read it calmly, clasped her hands together, and recited a Buddhist name: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

The emperor sat down slowly supporting the dragon case, and said: "But he is not dead, I still can't sleep well." He stood up again, walked to Shanyue and looked at him earnestly: "If there is no Zen master to give advice, the army will not be able to sleep well." It is all thanks to the Zen Master how he was able to triumphantly return. But the man is still alive, and I ask the Zen Master to enlighten me, what can I do to completely wipe this person out of this world?"

Shanyue looked at the emperor with eyes full of trust, and there was no ripple in his eyes. No one would know how imperceptible compassion and helplessness were hidden in those calm eyes. He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves. He picked up the bright red Buddhist beads, rubbed the Buddhist scriptures engraved on it repeatedly, and said softly: "The defeated general should not be afraid, take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, secretly search for ambushes, and he will succeed in a short time."

The emperor was overjoyed, and then he sat back on the dragon chair, leaned his head on the back of the chair, put his hands on his eyes, and after a while, smiled foolishly: "That's all, that's all, I can kill him once, I can kill him a hundred times and a thousand times, what will he use to fight me, hahaha, the defeated general, well said."

Shanyue lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, she didn't say a word, she watched the emperor laugh, and after a while, she suddenly said: "Does your majesty remember the poem 'There are deer in the peach forest, and beautiful women are rare'?"

The emperor put away his smile and didn't understand what he meant: "Huh? Is it also a Zen scripture?"

Shanyue shook her head and said, "It's nothing."