The Blood Song of the Three Realms

Chapter 457 Weinan, Snow
In March of Yangchun, the banks of the Weishui River, the ancient city of Weinan, and the spring snow.

Snow white as silver and fluffy as feathers fell one after another, just covering the northern half of Weinan City.The snow scene in the half of the city is vast and vast, with blue bricks and green tiles, all covered by snow as thick as a foot.

The southern half of the city is just in spring, and the thick and gnarled thousand-year-old peach trees stand in the streets and alleys, exuding their fragrance against the spring sun.Wild bees and butterflies fly back and forth among the stamens, and occasionally a few mischievous young swallows lightly pass over the treetops, scaring these bees and butterflies into dancing.

In the ancient city, in the alleys, the wet moss has spread a three-inch thick layer on the quaint brick walls.The edges of the bluestone strips on the ground of the alley are also covered with mottled moss and green marks. Some pedestrians slipped and fell here, so the moss marks in many places have pulled out a long strip.

The alley is located in the middle of the north and south of Weinan City, so the north half of the alley is covered with thick snow, while the south half is bathed in the warm spring light. The bluestone slabs are shining in the sun. The light made a few wild dogs in the corner of the alley yawn lazily, shaking their mottled fur uncontrollably.

Yin Xuege was lying sideways in the alley, his lower body was lying in the snow, and his upper body was bathed in the spring light.There was a big bloody lump on the back of his head that swelled up, a trace of blood flowed from the broken skin, and flowed down the slightly blackened neck to the ground, attracting a few fat flies to circle around his wound. .

A small bookcase next to him was trampled to pieces, and paper, ink, pens and inkstones were randomly scattered on the ground.

The most basic legal books, such as "Law of the People" and "Law of War", were torn to pieces, and the light yellow mulberry paper was like a withered butterfly, lying weakly in the snow.In a place close to the sun, a trace of snow melted, and the snow soaked the broken books, and the original glossy ink was stained in a mess. These books were bound to be unusable.

Just to the north of the mansion where he lay, about a mile or so away, there was the clear and melodious "Da Ya Le" wafting.

The prefect of Weinan City, the third son of the Marquis of Wei, Lin Jingfeng, who was enshrined as a fifth-rank loose servant Yunqi Fawei, is entertaining guests, playing "Da Ya Yue", and admiring the Wannian snow plum tree.It is precisely because Lin Jingfeng appreciates the rare spiritual root and spiritual plant of the Wannian Yipin snow plum tree, and the Wannian snow plum tree can only be in full bloom when it is snowing heavily, so the worship at the prefect's mansion reverses the weather and attracts It snowed heavily.

In March of Yangchun, the northern part of the ancient city of Weinan was snowing heavily.

The goose-feathered snow lightly fell on Yin Xuege's lower body, and an inch-thick snow gradually piled up on his body.However, his upper body was bathed in the warm sunshine, and his upper body, which was wearing a jacket, was sweating from the sun.

The heat and cold were combined, and Yin Xuege's body shivered strangely. After an unknown period of time, his body suddenly shivered. He opened his eyes and woke up from the coma.

His eyes were blurred and confused.He shook his head, the back of his head was in severe pain, and a thick layer of blood was plastered on his neck. With his movements, these blood scabs kept breaking apart, making his skin extremely uncomfortable.

The lower body was as cold as ice, and the numb body seemed to be stabbed randomly by countless sharp long needles, and the pain had penetrated into the bone marrow.Yin Xuege was panting with difficulty, he slowly moved his arms, and crawled hard on the ground, spending half a quarter of an hour, finally moved his entire body to the sunlight.

The spring sunshine is warm and pure, containing endless life force, but it is not violent and unbearable.

The body that was frozen stiff by the heavy snow gradually became warm.The unbearable stinging pain below the waistline gradually dissipated, Yin Xuege moaned, and then stretched out her hand to press the wound on the back of her head.A blood lump the size of a baby's fist, a small piece of skin was smashed, and a thick layer of blood had covered the back of the head, and the hair was all glued together.

The palm accidentally touched the wound, a piercing pain hit, Yin Xuege's eyes went dark, and she almost fell to the ground.With a muffled snort, he pulled himself together, gritted his teeth and tried to prop up his body.

He accidentally pressed his hand on a three-foot-long copper Thoreau stick beside him. The stick was as thick as his wrist, and there was still a trace of blood on it. It was obvious that the stick had died from behind. He hit him hard and knocked him down in the alley.

"Oops." Yin Xuege looked at the smashed books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the ground, and suddenly thought of another important thing.He stretched out his hand to touch his bosom, and sure enough, the two ingots of small ingots in his pocket had disappeared, and even the Guyuan Pill that he had just received from Zongxue for this month was gone.

Two ingots of small ingots and ten taels of sterling silver were all the expenses of his family for a month.The three Guyuan Pills, which can nourish essence, quench blood, and enhance physical strength, are all his training resources for the next month.

Without the assistance of Gu Yuan Pill, the speed of cultivation would be at least doubled.Yin Xuege has reached the age of 16. According to the rules of the Yin family, if he is unable to reach the hundred-jun strength when he arrives, he will not be able to formally open up acupoints to receive spiritual energy from the underground acupoints, and meet the requirements for the introductory chapter of the Yin family's "Yin Feng Jue" , everything he can inherit will be deprived.

"Which animal did it?" Yin Xuege roared angrily. He clenched his fists and slammed the hammer on the ground.

The bluestone slabs in Weinan City are all "green steel strip stones" that have been mined from deep mountains and have been hammered for countless years without being damaged at all.This kind of stone is several times harder than steel, and even thousands of years of grinding by people and vehicles cannot leave any marks on it.

In anger, Yin Xuege bombarded the ground with both fists with all his strength, only to hear a "bang" sound from the bones of both fists, excruciating pain, his hands bounced in pain, he could no longer support his body, his head was heavy fell to the ground.

This heavy blow took him a long time to catch his breath, his forehead was in severe pain, and the back of his head was in pain, Yin Xuege went back and forth, and almost fainted from the pain.Enduring the severe pain, he lay on the ground, panting with difficulty, sucking in the air-conditioning slowly, and slowly straightened up inch by inch.

"Ouch? Isn't this little brother Xuege? How did you get hurt like this?"

The sound of steady but light footsteps came, two street patrol officers wearing black uniforms inlaid with red stripes, with black iron tokens and narrow wind-breaking knives hanging from their waists. step by step.When they saw Yin Xuege holding his head and screaming in pain, they hurried to him.

Yin Xuege looked at the two of them, and recognized them as his father's subordinates back then, and followed his father to be responsible for the daily security of a main street in Weinan City.He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but a gust of cold wind penetrated through the wound on the back of his head, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his whole head, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

The two priests were stunned, they stretched out their hands to support Yin Xuege at the same time, looked at each other, then looked at the broken books and paper, ink, pens and inkstones on the ground, shook their heads lightly, and sighed.

There is no value in cleaning up these broken things on the ground. Even the ink ingots were trampled and kicked into the snow on purpose. At this moment, they have been mixed with snow water and cannot be used at all.The two priests lifted Yin Xuege up, supported him and walked away quickly along the alley.

While walking, a priest who looked a little younger turned his head and glanced to the north.

"The banquet in the high hall is playing "Da Ya Yue". Why should such a big man make it difficult for a child?"

"Shut up, don't make trouble for yourself."

The slightly older legal servant gave a deep reprimand, he glanced cautiously at the left and right alleys, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

"We are like pigs and dogs. If people want to judge us, it's just a matter of one sentence. We all know that Xue Ge has been wronged, but what can you say? What can you do? You...how dare you do it?"

In the Taishou Mansion of Weinan City, [-] large chime bells were used, and [-] musicians were used to perform the ensemble "Da Ya Yue" which had reached its climax. It turned into a light blue sound wave visible to the naked eye and rushed straight into the sky, smashing the thick snow cloud over Beicheng to pieces.

The black snow clouds that had covered the North City for a whole day and night dispersed, and the warm sunshine fell down gently.

The newly transplanted Ten Thousand Years Snow Plum Tree in the Taishou Mansion was surrounded by streaks of spiritual light. Twelve priests from the Taishou Mansion who were proficient in spring wind and rain and activated the vitality of spiritual plants all made their moves. They danced around the snow plum tree, fanning themselves Lightly waving.

From all directions, green spiritual energy came from all directions, and poured gently into the snow plum tree.

72 bowl-sized blood-colored snow plum blossoms withered at the same time, and abundant vitality was brewing in the snow plum tree, and blue plums gradually emerged from the withered flower buds.Under the concerted efforts of the twelve prefects, these plums quickly turned light yellow, and then gradually covered with a layer of warm red color like the heart of a living being.

Lin Jingfeng, the prefect of Weinan, had a long smile with a long smile, he raised the jade cup in his hand, and greeted all the guests comfortably.

"Everyone, everyone, please, please, the 'Three Heart Blood Plums' made by the ten-thousand-year Xuemei can best nourish the blood and prolong life."

"Everyone, please share the good fruit with me. You can prolong your life by one year, and have "Daya Le" pleasant to the ear. It is really a joy in life."

The Patriarch of the Yin Family in Weinan City, Yin Jiuyou, who was present here, looked up to the sky and smiled, and raised the jade cup in his hand with a breezy face.

"Your Majesty is indeed the most elegant person on both sides of the Weihe River. Enjoying "Da Ya Le" and tasting the fruit of the year, how happy and carefree?"

Satisfied, he glanced at the surrounding guests—there were all guests here, all of whom were literati, refined scholars, and heads of wealthy families in Weinan City.As the head of the Yin family, Yin Jiuyou was also an outstanding figure among these distinguished guests.He swirled the blood-thick and mellow wine in the glass, and shouted again.

"It's such a beautiful day, such a beautiful scene, and such an elegant event. I would like to ask all the poets and elegant guests to spare no effort to compose a song "Yipin Xuemei Fu" to add to the icing on the cake and add more color to today's event."

Lin Jingfeng smiled until his eyes were narrowed into a line. He held up his wine glass and gestured repeatedly to several well-known literati and poets on both sides of the Wei River.

"Everyone, please, please, please!"

"If there is a world-shattering and beautiful article published today, I will not spare a hundred dollars to enrich the pen."

Several famous literati and poets in blue long gowns with white-washed sleeves all showed joyful smiles.

Ten taels of silver can feed a family of three for a month; one tael of gold is worth a hundred taels of silver, which can feed a family of three for a year.Hundreds of gold and a lot of money were spent on embellishing pens, and everyone said that Lin Jingfeng was the most elegant and elegant son under Weihou's knees, and this statement was indeed true.

A beautiful maid picked three bowl-sized blood plums and put them one by one in front of many guests. Lin Jingfeng and himself got a good fruit, and once they took it, they could prolong their life by 60 years, just one Jiazi.

Human beings born in heaven and earth have a limited lifespan. Ordinary people do not get sick or suffer disaster, and they can only live for a thousand years.Extending one's lifespan by one year, but the allure is more than a hundred gold.That is to say, Lin Jingfeng is willing to be so extravagant, and the ten thousand year snow plum blossoms and bears fruit only once in a thousand years. How can ordinary people see such a spiritual root of heaven and earth?
The poets and poets took up the fine wine and drank it all in one gulp, grabbed the good fruit and ate them slowly, even the core of the fruit was gnawed clean.

The benefit of prolonging life for one year has been well and truly taken into account, and these shabby-clothed literati walked up to the Panlong ink table in the middle of the lobby with flushed faces.

Brilliant pens, beautiful words, delicious fruits, and the temptation of a lot of money, literati and scholars are full of ideas, and one after another gorgeous articles are sold one after another.Lin Jingfeng's face was flushed, and he grabbed the top-quality sprinkled golden snowflake paper full of ink fragrance and read aloud. He was so intoxicated and crazy that he completely forgot where he was.

Outside the lobby, in the corner of the veranda, a middle-aged man in green clothes and housekeeper's attire stood there in a low voice with his hands down.

In his sleeves, two small silver ingots lacking edges and corners were pulling his sleeves heavily, drawing out a sharp straight line.

The sky gradually dimmed, and seven blue moons rose into the sky from the east.The seven full moons are all blue in color, but the blue color can also be thick or light.On the blue moon closest to the ground, palaces and pavilions can be faintly seen, and various streamers of light can be seen galloping back and forth in the sky.

The cyan moonlight illuminates the sky and the earth, illuminates Dongzhou, and also illuminates the deserted house in an ancient city south of the Weishui River.

The courtyard walls are mottled, and the bricks and tiles in some places have been broken. It is obvious that no one has repaired it for several years.Zhang Xu high grass grew on the top of the wall, and for some reason, the weeds in this house seemed to be stronger than the weeds in the yard next door.

A skinny little girl in a blue jacket sat blankly in the yard. The spring night was not very cold. She sat at a stone table next to a well in the yard, her head bit by bit. dozed off.

It can be seen from this yard that it was once rich.

At least the front and back yards have a side yard, and there is a two-acre garden behind the house. The main house in the main yard is neat and orderly, and the side rooms and side rooms are also in good order. The ground is paved with water-polished green bricks. Well, when this yard was built back then, I still worked hard and spent a lot of money.

Although now because of the slightly less popularity, it seems to be withered and withered, but it still looks like this.

The main courtyard, the main room, and the bedroom behind.

On the big bed carved in ebony wood with Venus fire pattern, Yin Xuege, who was completely washed and washed, slept there frowning.

His brows twitched violently, and his body trembled slightly.The muscles on his body were wriggling at a weird frequency visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that there were countless thin air currents circling under his skin.

His body trembled from time to time, his hands clenched into fists, and there was a strange expression of excitement, anger, fear, or depression on his face.He lay there like a dead person, but his mind was changing like a revolving lantern.

A stick was hit on the back of the head, as if a house made of earthen pots had been covered in dust for a long time, and a gap was smashed with a stick, and a large amount of accumulated memories in the house flowed out.Just like the dust in the ten thousand-year-old house, the vast dust swarms out, and the outside air always needs a little time to digest and absorb these sudden dust, and then hide them.

At this moment, in Yin Xuege's mind, countless flickering pictures flowed out, the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and a low moan came out of his mouth.

The head of the skinny girl in Tsing Yi outside the room suddenly sank, and hit the corner of the stone table fiercely.

With a sound of 'dong', the little girl grinned and wanted to cry, but subconsciously glanced at the main room, covering her red and swollen forehead with both hands, trying not to cry out.She looked around blankly, then stood up, walked quickly into the room, and glanced at Yin Xuege who was lying on the bed.

Yin Xuege took a deep, deep, and extremely long breath.

Then he let out a slow, slow, extremely long breath.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the skinny, shriveled little maid.

He looked at the little maid quietly, and reached out to touch the swelling on the back of his head that hadn't gone away.

"At home, there are still eggs?"

"No, you replaced the last egg with salt the day before yesterday."

The little girl stared blankly at Yin Xuege, her voice also seemed a little blank.

"The last laying hen in the house was also touched the night before. So, there will be no eggs in the house."

"Unless you can conjure up silver, chickens are cheap in spring, and one only costs ten cents. We can buy a hundred of them, which means one tael of silver."

"Stop, there is no money left at home."

Yin Xuege grinned and straightened her upper body, rubbing the back of her head while asking questions.

"It's hard to say, a little bit, but a little bit."

The little girl lowered her head and glanced at Yin Xuege out of the corner of her eye.

"It's a little broken piece left by Uncle Pan and Big Brother Niu, who told you to buy two sets of medicine to eat, so as not to leave blood in your body."

"Buy medicine?"

Yin Xuege simply walked down from the bed, reached out and rubbed the little girl's withered and dull long hair.

"We'll be rich in the future."

"I don't want to take medicine now."

"I just want to have an egg, boil it, and use it to scald the wound. This will reduce the swelling faster."

　Maybe only one chapter today.

　　At the beginning, it was a bit difficult to write.Although there are countless ideas in my mind, it is more difficult to write them out.

　　And the pig has a bad cold. . .

　　After taking the medicine, my throat was very dry, and my body was severely dehydrated. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)