Chang Sihao walked for a long time, but his pace gradually slowed down.

He had already pulled a strip of cloth to wrap the wound, and pressed some sand outside, although it was still painful, but the bleeding had stopped, and there was no major problem for the time being.

The right hand holding the knife still does not relax. Blood poured between his fingers. By this time the blood had dried up, and a small part of it had cracked, exploded, and fallen off on his skin. The blood pieces that fell off reminded Chang Sihao of the broken skin of dried jujubes.

- Dates. How many years have I not eaten the red, crunchy, and sweet dates? In my memory, even its taste seems to have faded, leaving only the impression of pleasure when eating it. Thinking of it, the muscles on Chang Sihao's face twitched slightly, a wave of hunger hit, and his body felt more and more tired.

He stopped, paused for a moment, tried to let go of the hilt, but his right hand held on as if he couldn't control it.

He used his left hand to break the fingers of his right hand, but his right hand was so tightly held that the fingers of his left hand could not be inserted into a slit at all, and his mind was blank.

Chang Sihao looked at the long knife in his hand, and suddenly felt that it was very unfamiliar. Remembering that he had never had a chance to look at this knife since Master Cheng took it in his hands, he turned the blade around and took a closer look.

This knife, the blade is extremely long, smooth and shiny, there is no blood stain, Chang Sihao remembered the matter of the knife cutting the city wall, and inspected the blade, but there was no damage, and he was surprised in his heart. I also see that there are dark lines hidden on the knife body, the workmanship is exquisite, and it does not damage the rigidity and softness, and it is also a high-quality carving. Turn the blade of the knife, and then look at the handle, the handle of the floating dragon and shallow phoenix, all suitable for the hand and carve, the appearance is elegant, and the grip is comfortable. After enjoying the game for a while, Chang Sihao suddenly found that his right hand had released the handle of the knife at some point, and the activity was as usual, and there was no vision, and he was overjoyed. It turns out that this hand is clenched tightly in the subconscious of survival, and it does not listen to the command, the more it lets go, the more it does not move, if it is inadvertent, it relaxes and slacks.

He saw that his hand and the handle of the knife were stained with blood, so he wiped it a few times on his body, and pulled the corner of his clothes to wipe the handle clean, and when he lifted the knife again, he felt that the palm of his hand did not have a sticky feeling, and the grip was better. It's better to hurry up and find Master Cheng and return the knife to him. ”

Looking around, the sand hills are heavy, the ancient road is long, and there are blood and hoof marks on the ground, which have long been covered by the wind and sand, and I don't know where Lord Cheng fled to.

Think about the soldiers in the city have been martyred, and their souls have returned to the thick soil of Huangquan, but they are still dressed in the bright colors of the rising sun, walking alone in the yang world, and suddenly feel like a different world.

Feeling a pain in the wound, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a few more handfuls of sand, and pressed them on.

It was nearly noon.

There are no clouds, and all living objects on the surface of the earth have become the objects of cruelty of the scorching sun.

Chang Sihao crossed several yellow and sandy slopes, exhausted, but he didn't dare to stop at all, he knew that as long as he rested for a while, he would not be able to stand up again, so that this desolate desert would be scattered with ghosts and spirits.

Sweating through the bloody clothes, Chang Sihao gradually felt dizzy, his eyes were black, and he suddenly heard the crow's cry and the howling of the war horse, which startled him, and he immediately sobered up a lot, and was busy following the sound.

I saw thousands of miles of yellow sand in the distance, a little crimson, it was the war horse that carried Lord Cheng out of the city! A large group of crows stretched out their beaks and bright claws, and were grinding and fighting with the horse. But I saw that the horse man raised his hooves, struck the crows, and howled and roared, like a warrior!

The crows with black wings are flying, working together, advancing and retreating, neatly one, straight like a dark cloud cover, stirring the sea black dragon, its momentum is amazing!

Chang Sihao knew that Ma Zai Cheng would not be far away, and he was overjoyed and tried his best to move forward.

When he got closer, he found that Cheng Yunfeng was lying on the side of the horse, and the wind and sand blowing up actually buried most of his body. It turned out that Cheng Yunfeng fainted, and was brought here by the war horse, only to fall off the horse, and the crows came with blood, intending to peck at the food, and the war horse was quite spiritual, raising its hooves to protect the lord, and fighting the crows. At this time, as soon as the crow saw someone coming, he immediately stopped and hovered in the air, but did not leave, secretly watching, waiting for a good opportunity. Chang Sihao didn't care a lot, hurriedly stuck his knife into the ground, pushed the sand and bulldozed the soil, and turned Cheng Yunfeng's body over, only to see that his face was blue and black, his tongue was dry and his lips were cracked, and he was already dying.

"My lord! Mr. Cheng!" Chang Sihao didn't know how to treat him, so he just swayed and called.

Cheng Yunfeng slowly lifted his eyelids, squinted his eyes, his eyes were slightly scattered, and when he saw that it was Chang Sihao, he squeezed out a slight smile on his face, and then sighed: "It's good to come out, stay in the green mountains...... Stay...... Qingshan is in the ......" said these two sentences, and tears flowed out.

"Your Excellency!"

"It's me who detoured, it's me who detoured!" Cheng Yunfeng gasped a few times, feeling a little better, looking at the scorching sun, and tears washed his cheeks: "The city can be recaptured if it is lost, but people cannot be resurrected if they die!" It was I who insisted on going my own way, not allowing an inch of land, and swearing to die in the city, that I harmed the soldiers and civilians of the whole city...... Life is not for death, life is hope!"

"There is life...... Is that hope?"

Chang Sihao repeats mechanically.

Cheng Yunfeng turned his head sideways and saw the long knife inserted in the ground, and his infinitely lonely eyes were mixed with a little joy: "People are like passing water, the knife is like the Ganges, the long river, the long river, I am your master, and I am just a passer-by by your side!" Yan Yan stretched out his waist, unsheathed the knife, and handed it to Chang Sihao: "The name of this knife is 'Changhe', it has been with me for ten years, and it has been beheaded countless times, and it is given to you today, I think, it will not be lonely in the future!"

Chang Sihao took the scabbard with one hand and grabbed Cheng Yunfeng's arm with the other: "My lord, I'll help you get on the horse!"

Cheng Yunfeng shook his head lightly: "No need." The poison has gone deep and is hopeless. He coughed bitterly a few times, forced his breath, and said: "I was degraded to this point because I offended the eunuchs in the court, I know that the border is dangerous, so I left my family in my hometown of Taiyuan, and now I died here, the old mother, wife and daughter of the family still don't know, day and night, and fear of thieves to cause harm, although I am dead but can not be safe." If the little brother can communicate on his behalf and make him avoid it, Cheng is grateful. He took out a carved dragon jade pendant from his bosom and handed it to Chang Sihao: "This jade pendant is my family heirloom, and you can use it as a basis when you meet!"

"My lord!" Chang Sihao pinched the jade pendant in his hand, and his voice was hoarse.

The crows in the sky are flying, circling and screaming, impatient, ready to move.

Cheng Yunfeng closed his eyes and smiled: "You can get on the horse......! There is leisure, I want to be alone, lie here quietly, and bask in the sun for a while...... "The soldiers and people died in the war, most of the corpses were abandoned in the wilderness, and the bones appeared in the mound.

Chang Sihao knew his intentions, and there was another sour feeling in his chest, remembering what Xu Laojun had said to himself, and he thought that Xu Gong's words were true, there are death and life in the world, existence and destruction, sadness and resentment, and it is indeed useless. Nodding silently, he turned to put away his sword, jumped on his horse, looked at him deeply for the last time, turned his horse's head, stirrups his feet, and galloped away.

Cheng Yunfeng looked at the clear sky, and felt that his heart was comfortable at this moment, and his happiness was like the wind, which seemed to be unprecedented in his life. I also feel that I am sad and lonely alone, and my thoughts about my relatives are thick, gathering in my heart, and it is difficult to dissolve depression, and I have never weakened half a point for the loss of vitality.

The crows fell, gradually drowning out his smiling face.