Chapter 36 Memories of Zarhua

Mengyang Linxi in mid-March of the second year.

General Zhaerhua's tent in the far north grassland.

"Very good... Very good... After learning knives for more than four months, you are finally enlightened!" General Zerhua praised loudly that he was a very strict person and rarely praised others! But this time I really can't help giving the most beautiful words to this child.

"General Xie!" Ye Xingchen held the cloud knife in one hand. At this time, the tent gave birth to nearly ten braziers, which were prepared for the child to practice knives - the heavy leather jacket in winter really hindered the movement, so the child took off his coat and practiced the knife. He was afraid that the child would catch a cold, so Zerhua ordered ten fire basins to come out. At this time, the tent was as warm as spring. The child's upper body was full of shiny sweat beads, and there was a bright light under the firelight. Although it was still very thin, it was no longer so weak, and the right arm, which often waved a knife, also had a faint outline of muscles.

"Don't be too happy. I praise you just because you are much better than when you first started to learn knives, but there is still a gap compared with other barbarian children. I can see your efforts. Southern people are already poor, and you are even weak and messy, but it is because you can keep practicing and learning. What I like is you!" Zaer's bright green eyes were full of indifference and harshness, and he did not have any sympathy because he was a child.

"I know." Ye Xingchen stretched out his hand and lifted the hair on his forehead to the back of his head and said firmly.

"Forehand chopping, reverse hand chopping, and forehand reverse hand conversion, horizontal chopping, cutting, these you have mastered. I will teach you how to pick and cut tomorrow. After picking and cutting, it will be a reversal. When you learn these six basic knife methods, you should compete with other barbarian children, disrupt the reorganization of swords in battle, explore the knife path that suits you, and learn to be flexible in battle, because your enemies are not fixed, and their strength may even exceed you. Zaerhua said in a low voice, "When you have mastered all these, you should practice horse knife skills. At this time, you have to combine riding and knife skills. Some people use knives well under the horse, but you can't do anything when you get on the horse. This still doesn't know how to use a knife."

"Do you have to learn the knife technique immediately?" Ye Xingchen tilted his head and asked, "What's the use? For me?"

"Horse knife skill, on the battlefield, cavalry has a far superior advantage over infantry. The condescending killing on the war horse can give full play to the advantage of knife strength as much as possible. The impact of the war horse when running can also pose a great threat, which is also the reason why your Mengyang's infantry brigade lost so much in the face of barbarian iron riders." Zaerhua said. He sat cross-legged on the ground, grabbed the sheepskin jacket put aside, handed it to Ye Xingchen, and said, "Put it on, that's all for today."

Night Xingchen took the cloud knife back into the sheath and put it in the right hand side so that he could feel more at ease. He silently took the sheepskin jacket in the general's hand and put it over his shoulder, smiling gently at the general.

His smile is so warm and beautiful, as if he saw the most beautiful thing in the world. He doesn't believe that this child did such a cruel thing that happened at the end of December last year. He heard General Su and talk about the terrible ice vines, fragmented human bodies, scattered meat, dark red plasma, and the high ice and snow throne, and he didn't believe it. He went to have a look. There was nothing left in the cave, no ice vines, and no broken bodies, but he could smell the bloody smell and feel the past sense of brutality. Zairhua went alone. He thought he was bold, but he only stayed in it for a while and came out - the cold and murderous atmosphere was more unbearable than the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people.

But this child is still so gentle and naive as if nothing happened. It's just that he still doesn't like those coral-red eyes very much. He always feels that there is an evil and terrible shadow flashing behind those quiet coral-red eyes. This is how he felt when he first saw the child. Therefore, when he teaches this child a knife, he will always be armed with armor, and the wolf blade at his waist never leaves him, just because he is worried that something bad will happen.

This is the intuition of danger as a samurai.

Such a perfect and exquisite child tore open the skin, who knows what kind of rotten and smelly soul is buried in it?

"General, you don't have to see me off in the future. I can go back alone." Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his head and interrupted the general's meditation.

"Hmm?" Zha Erhua glanced at the child and saw the child's smiling eyebrows, as gentle as a woman. No, since that happened, your safety can no longer be disclosed. In the future, not only the Wind Curtain warriors, but also the fierce riders and thaya horse warriors will escort you. Every time I escort you, I, General Alatancang, and General Su and General Su will definitely follow. Your safety must not go wrong, and it's the same with Shen Fanshuang. He said in a calm voice.

Ye Xingchen nodded and said 'Oh'. He put one hand on his knee, held his chin in the other, and tilted his head and said, "So many people protect me, and I feel like I'm like a waste... I really want to wait until 18 years old, when my strength is fully awakened, and no one can bully me... All I lack now is time. ."

Zerhua silently moved her hand to the handle of the knife at her waist, stroked the wolf's head on the knife, and slowly adjusted her body to a state where she could pull out the knife with thunder. His bright green eyes stared at the night stars and observed his look.

"The great shaman said that I was the emperor of ice and snow and said that I killed a lot of people that day, but I can't remember anything. I really want to find that feeling again, but it's a pity that I can't control that force at will. Ye Xingchen clenched his left hand into a fist and opened it, and the bone joints in his hand turned white, and the blue veins had faintly emerged.

"Do you like killing people? Aren't you afraid?" Zaerhua asked indifferently.

"Don't be afraid. After seeing a dead person once, you won't be afraid of anything." Ye Xingchen narrowed her eyes and smiled. As for killing, I don't like it very much. But if no one bullies me and the person I love, I won't kill. If I dare to bully and hurt me and them, I will kill him at all costs.

"Oh? He looks very determined. How many people do you love? Let's talk about it." Zaerhua suddenly became interested, and her sharp lips smiled. Zaerhua herself was an informal person, and it was rare for him to be interested in a child's trivial matters.

"The people I love are Suil, Yumeng, Uma..."

"Who is Uma?" Zaerhua raised a sword eyebrow and asked.

"Uma is the name of my female slave--"

"How can nobles love slaves? This is unreasonable, you go on." Zaerhua thought it was better not to interrupt the child's words.

"The shaman, and the Balkans, are the centurion who was killed when I escorted me back to the tent last time, and the old Guimu family. They saved me when I was exiled on the grassland at that time, and the general, because you taught me knife skills. Although sometimes it's very fierce, I know you are good for me..." Ye Xingchen always says a name The word, just bend a finger, as if afraid of forgetting who to miss.

"You love too many people, and most of them are slaves and civilians. How can you hold so many people in your heart when you are so young?" Zaerhua said in a low voice.

"These are just the people I have known in the grassland in the past few months, as well as Mengyang's relatives, my father, Ye Yuanhong's brother, Uncle Yongkui, and those good palace warriors... Unfortunately, most of them have died..."

"Where's your mother? Don't you love your mother?" Zaerhua whispered, "The most important person for us barbarian men is our mother. Where are you Mengyang people?"

"My mother..." The child's eyes suddenly dimmed, the coral-red eyes seemed to dry up, and the voice was as small as mosquitoes. In my memory, my mother is not very impressed. She seldom smiles, is very indifferent, and rarely accompanies me and my father. She always plays the piano alone. Mother is a noun to me! But she was not killed. He was robbed by the emperor of Mengyang. I will take her back in the future and return all the pain of our family. That's it!" The night star said indifferently.

"So it is." Zaerhua nodded, "In the eyes of our barbarians, his mother is the most important woman in his life. Every barbarian's flesh and blood are born from his mother. His mother gave him life and gave him flesh and blood, so that he can have the opportunity to come to the world and enjoy the sunshine and water given by Tengri God. But the mother is just an exclusive slave who brings sheep's milk in her father's tent, makes barbecue, makes sheepskin jackets to serve men, and is an exclusive slave for men to beat and scold. However, the father taught the boys to ride horses and dance knives to kill enemies, and taught them how to survive on the grassland... Parents are such a contradiction to the barbarians, but the mother is gentle but always suffering. The father is cruel and teaches the boys the ability to live on the grassland. I don't know whether to love their mother or hate their father. But the boy grows up day by day, and his parents are getting old. Unlike you Mengyang, barbarians can live 70 or 80 years old. The life expectancy of barbarians itself is very short. Basically, they are about 50 years old and are about to die... They can't, or love or hate is meaningless, as long as they can grow old at ease!"

"My parents died early. They were both slaves. I probably remembered that my parents were transferred by the Hulutai family to mine stones in the mountains of the grassland on the north of the north of Rilana. It is said that gold mines were found there. The nobles bought gunpowder from the black-hearted merchants in the south to blow up the mountain. The slaves who took over the gold mine did not know the amount of gunpowder, and the stones on the mountain rolled down. That group of slaves were all collapsed and died below, and no one cares. For the aristocracy, slaves are tools. If they die, they will die. It's no big deal. There is no difference between the death of one or two slaves and the death of the former slaves. Anyway, slaves still have to marry and have children. As long as the child born in the slave tent is born, they will be beaten. The mark of slaves will never be broken. But which nobleman had pity on the slave's child who lost his parents? Zaer's bright green and sharp eyes showed a warm color for the first time, and her bronze face was not so cold.

"When I was 21 years old, I attended the five-year wolf killing meeting of the barbarians behind my master Hulutai family. I know I must succeed, otherwise I will have to be executed when I go back. Fortunately, that year, the king also valued the wolf killing meeting. Originally, the king wanted Mondulatu Chinas, the eldest prince at that time, to form an army mainly to scout, block and assassinate. It's a pity that the eldest prince died early. At that time, the king decided to appoint the first place of the Wolf Killing Club to form this team. Only then did I have an appearance. I not only broke away from slavery, but also became the leader of more than 20,000 warriors in the Dafeng account... At that time, I also wanted to turn around and kill the Hulutai family, but finally resisted it. After all, my status, I The power was given to me by the king, and I can't cause trouble for the king..." Zha Erhua smiled bleakly, her dry lips bleed, and her eyes were swollen and filled with wet fog.

Ye Xingchen did not interrupt the general's words, but listened quietly with his head sideways, and his coral red eyes were also wet. He was a child who was easily emotional and soft-hearted.

"Later, I took my Hu from the samurai to the ruins of the mine in the north, where there was only a pile of gravel left. We removed the stone piles, searched one by one, and found more than 400 bones. The only bones were rotten, and we couldn't recognize who was who. Finally, I dug a hole, buried them well, and erected a monument. Like you southerners, you southerners have the habit of burying monuments, which is engraved with this person's lifelong achievements. I heard that your emperor's tombstone is dozens of meters high, but the monument I set up for those slaves was just a one-person-high stone, carving something casually on it with a knife... I have never been very good at writing. This is the life of slaves. If it hadn't been for my parents in those slaves, I'm afraid they would always be crushed under the rocks. Zha Erhua sighed softly, and the whole tent was full of his faint sighs, like a ghost's howling.

"Ha ha, why do I have so many words today?" Zha Erhua suddenly smiled, self-deprecating, sighing, lonely like a vast grassland. Maybe you also love your little slave when you heard what you just said! I was a slave who trampled on thousands of people and no one was pitiful. Your heart is very good! Very good!"

Zerhua suddenly reached out and pressed Ye Xingchen's shoulder. The thick palm transmitted the blazing heat and resolutely said, "It's good that you love so many people, which proves that you have a good heart. However, the premise of loving others is to love yourself. One day, the person you love will die, leave, and even turn against you for various reasons. At that time, you can only rely on yourself and the knife in your hand. Love will make your hand with the knife weak and cruel. When your heart is hard, you will be able to be cruel... That's it! In the end, you are the only one who stands with you!"

"I know. I know everything." Ye Xingchen said in a low voice, "Many times I dream of walking in the imperial city of Mengyang, holding my father's Zhanlu sword, moving towards the highest star fall hall. I want to stab the weapon in my hand into the body of Emperor Mengyang and save my mother from the palace, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it at that time. I have never been a person who is determined to kill... However, my father, my family, my mother, my whole night country, these hatreds and pains have to be borne by me. I How can you forget? I am the son of Mengyang Yeguo. Although the Yeguo is no longer there and the Ye family has also died, but... I can't do it if I want to forget these terrible things..."

Ye Xingchen smiled softly. It's hard to imagine that a child would laugh so coldly and decisively, with the arrogance and disdain of abandonment. "I am the god walking in the world. Maybe it's like killing those people in Hulutai unconsciously, but when I woke up, I forgot how to kill them. ...That's good. No matter what process or means, as long as my goal is achieved.

Zha Erhua's eyes became cold again, and the seeds of hatred were deeply rooted in the child's heart and had such a powerful power. Who knows what kind of person this child will become in the future? The big shaman is calculating this child, afraid that the big shaman can't control it in the future. Is it the luck of the barbarians or the disaster of the barbarians? I can't tell! Zha Erhua couldn't help but feel frightened.

"Chen, it's time for you to go back. Today, I will see you off. General Suhe and General Alatancang have a mission to come. There are 70 heroic rider warriors and 30 horde warriors. There is a 50-man big wind tent warrior every 500 meters along the way. Your safety will never go wrong again. Zaerhua stood up, took the blue rheucus robe of the night stars from the wall of the tent, handed it to him, and said, "The texture of silk is so good, like a ball of water. When I was a child, I liked to touch the owner's silk clothes when I helped my master collect clothes. Once I couldn't help putting it on me, and I was found to be beaten, ha ha... Now I can buy countless silk, but I don't want to see this kind of cloud-like cloth anymore!"

I don't know what to say. The general is talking about such a sad thing, but his face is very calm, and he can't see any anger and sadness. But why every time he thought that his father was thrown into the sky, his body was cut with tens of thousands of knives, and his bloodshot appearance, the family members were beheaded one by one, and his mother was imprisoned and bound in the palace, becoming a peacock for people to play... He felt that something crazy was about to rush out of his body, and his face couldn't help becoming Ferocious distortion. How he wanted to kill the person who brought him pain...

But now he can't do anything but lick it slowly. Lick. In pain, I quietly waited for the day when I transformed. But he was really afraid that in the long wait, he would slowly lose his spirit, slowly become peaceful, and even forget the pain...

Night Xingchen put the blue feng feng zi robe on his body, his hands hidden in his sleeves tightly clenched into fists, his nails were deeply into the flesh, and the sharp pain was transmitted along his arms.

Perhaps this is the best way to remind yourself with pain over and over again that you can't forget these things.

How can the dragon dive deep into the stream and dance in the sky after years?