The cold wind has stopped a little, and the sun is hanging high above the blue sky, which is a good weather in winter.

Among the deserted villages, one large and one small got out of the dilapidated houses, tidied up a little, and then set off for the south in the vast snow.

After walking a long way, Qingchun still looked back at the village from time to time.

Closely following Li Po, who was moving forward, for a long time, Qingchun said, "Big ...... Big brother, when are we going to ...... Can you come back again? ”

The so-called homeland is difficult to leave, although he is only a young boy, his nostalgia for his hometown is already overflowing.

"Reluctant?"

"Hmm...... It's a bit ......."

"Is there your ancestral grave here?"

"No, I haven't buried anyone yet."

"Is there an ancestral hall?"

"In the village, my family surname is Qing, and I don't have a ...... sect"

"What's there to be reluctant to do then?"

The child held the short knife in his arms tightly, and tried to follow behind his brother, his brain was a little confused, and he couldn't figure out the ancestral grave, what was the relationship between the ancestral hall and the reluctance.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the person whose mouth was full of questions was just reading from the book, and he didn't have any accurate concepts about ancestral tombs, ancestral halls and the like.

It's just that after staying in the village outside the Saiwai for a few years, I have accumulated a little bit of values that are in line with this era.

And the road ahead is boundless, not to mention Qingchun, who has never seen much of the world, even if it is Li Po, in fact, he doesn't have much planning for the future, and he can only take a step by step abacus.

The shadow of the village gradually faded, and the child's nostalgia for his homeland was soon drowned in the difficult journey and cold weather, and he could no longer take care of it.

Two figures, one large and one small, staggered along the riverbank on the vast land of the four wilds.

This walk is three days, not to mention the village, it is a single figure, and I have never touched it.

It wasn't until about noon on the fourth day that a dark shadow was faintly visible ahead.

Mayi City has finally arrived.

At this time, the north wind is raging, and the weather is a little colder than before.

Li Po wiped a handful of frost flowers on his face, because he had been walking, his body was better, a little hot, but his hands and feet had already frozen and he didn't feel it.

Along the way, he missed the dilapidated camp outside the Saiwai very much, where the winter was colder, but there was always a warm nest.

But since he went south and entered the territory of the Great Sui, he has become a homeless man who has no fixed place, and this contrast has lowered his expectations for the legendary rich and powerful Great Sui.

Qingchun, who was lying on his back, cheered.

But the sound was not much louder than the sound of a cat barking in the cold wind, and since the third day, no matter how stubborn this child is, he can only stay on Li Po's back.

What a lucky guy.

But isn't it, if this kid stayed in the mountain, he would have died a lifetime, followed him out of the mountain, fell seriously ill again, and luckily escaped the disease.

Now along the way, if the trip is more than a day and a half, the child can't bear it, but fortunately he has reached the end.

It's not luck, what is luck?

Looking at the city in the distance, Li Po felt that since this kid had followed him, he was really lucky, and he had a lot of light.

Qingchun struggled to come down, Li Po trembled and tightened his arm with his backhand, signaling him to be honest, and then he accelerated his pace and walked in the direction of the city.

It's getting closer.

The city walls, gates, moats, battlements, arrow towers, etc., are becoming clearer and clearer.

Soon, Li Po had a general understanding that living in such a war fortress would be much easier and safer than surviving in an outside village.

Therefore, he felt very wise about his decision to go south to Mayi despite the wind and cold.

He had already begun to imagine that in such a city, he would build a house to settle down in and cook a pot of beef...... Suddenly, his tongue was full of relish, and even his footsteps were a little brisker.

However, although Yiy is beautiful, it still requires a lot of effort from him.

For example, how do you get into the city......

The danger of entering the city is not small, there is no household registration, no customs clearance documents, let alone a pot of beef, and it is not impossible for someone else to make you soup.

However, as long as you don't think about falling into the grass and being a coward, you can live openly and honestly, and you can't enter the city, the stake is actually not too big.

Coming to the vicinity of the city, Li Po stopped, and his eyes, which had lost their former brilliance from being tired and tortured by the cold, gradually became sharper.

The gates of the city are not small, and they are wide open.

The gate of the black hole made a strange whining sound when it rushed through the north.

From the outside, you can even see the main street of the city.

Li Po looked up again, and there was a big flag fluttering at the head of the city, with a big Sui character on it, marking the ownership of this city.

But what made Li Po hesitate was that he hadn't seen a ghost shadow so far.

There are no imaginary soldiers guarding the city, except for the sound of the north wind whistling, there is no human voice, and there is a dead silence, which makes this city have a strange feeling no matter how you look at it.

Damn, what's this empty city plan for Lao Tzu?

The contrast is a bit big with what he imagined, which makes every pore on Li Po's body vigilance.

However, soon, Li Po breathed a sigh of relief, and what he saw in front of him was not a ghost town.

Because several people came out of the hole in the city gate.

They are wrapped in thick sheepskin jackets, dirty and tattered, only a little better than Li Po's two, their heads and faces are covered tightly, they all carry knives around their waists, hang bows and arrows, and their shoulders and backs are also covered with hemp ropes.

There is no imaginary characteristic of being a subject of the Central Plains Empire, but it is very similar to those tribesmen on the grassland.

A few people walked silently not far away, and some people glanced at Li Po and the two, but they didn't care much, and no one came to ask.

Looking at the backs of these people, Li Po was quite suspicious.

"Big brother, they are all woodcutters......"

Woodcutter? The woodcutter who chops wood with an axe? A woodcutter with a knife and a bow and arrows? Is this a very world-damaging statement?

In Qingchun's intermittent explanation, Li Po quickly understood that the so-called woodcutter might have other identities.

For example, the government soldiers and military households, such as the Orion, in their spare time, may also act as a "swordsman", robbing a road or something, the fierce folk customs, do not need much explanation.

This is a year when chariots, horses and horses, and pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists.