Chapter 93 Say goodbye to the copycat and play the jumping machine

Autumn goes and winter comes early. At night, I put on the fur coat given by Xiao Yunshan, stand on the top of the mound, and watch the oriental fish belly white. I only heard him chant:

"I hope that the rain and the clouds are broken, and I quietly see the autumn light.

The evening scene is sparse, which can move Song Yu's sadness.

The water breeze is light, the apple flowers are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the cythe leaves are yellow.

I'm hurt. Where is my old friend? The smoke and water are vast.

Unforgettable, cultural wine party, a few lonely wind and moon, repeatedly changing star frost.

The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is!

It is difficult to rely on long-distance trust, pointing to the evening sky and empty knowledge to return to the sea.

Looking at each other in the dark, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun stands.

In the hurried and tense survival of this world, he has gradually forgotten his original identity. It was just about to leave, and suddenly became sentimental. The sad autumn lyrics in my memory gradually surged into my heart and turned into a sadness, scattered in the autumn wind.

"Little brother, take care all the way." Qingyue handed a few bottles of pills to the night's hand and barely squeezed out a smile. This return trip is not to return home, but to work hard for the future. There are many dangers, how can people not be worried?

Untie the coat in the dark night and throw it to Xiaoxin. Turning around and looking at the men, he was quite moved. He is the backbone of everyone, once he leaves. It seems to pull away a certain atmosphere. It doesn't show on everyone's faces, but there is some uncertainty in their hearts.

"Yi Biao, you will take over the training of the archers until Li Ying is repatriated. Pay close attention to military training. If there is an unexpected war, it is mainly to preserve strength. The night relies on this number one general. Although Zhao Yibiao's force and intelligence are not the first choice, he is loyal and trusted by the night.

"Lord, please rest assured that Yibiao must complete the entrustment." Zhao Yibiao clenched his fist with his right hand and hit him hard on his left chest. This is the military etiquette designated by the night, which was only discussed last night.

Night clenched his fist, hit his left chest, and made a "bang" sound. Everyone learned the same way and responded to the military salute.

"Bear care!"

"Have a safe journey."

"Go early and come back early."

The golden dragon rises behind the mountain, accelerates in mid-air, and falls into the night. The wings flashed and raised gusts of sand. The soldiers covered their faces with their hands to prevent the sand from jumping into their eyes. Looking at that look, I can't tell whether it's awe or envy.

The night rose from the ground, and a pigeon turned over and landed steadily on the back of the rice. Jie Tian rose up, turned upside down, and also fell behind the night. The rice waved its wings and slowly left the ground. With a dragon's voice, the golden figure accelerated south and went straight to the sky.

In the cottage behind him, everyone gradually dispersed and returned to their posts. The neat footsteps suddenly sounded, and loud military horns floated in the air.

"Little brother, ah..." Jie Tian half squatted on the back of the rice. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, a cold wind poured in. He quickly lay down, sat down, and put his whole body on the back of the golden dragon. This private "airplane" is windy, but the taste of riding is really not good.

High-altitude cold current, blowing on the face, cutting like a knife. Jie Tian quickly took a breath on his hand, rubbed it twice, and then hugged his chest: "Little brother, are we going back to Shili Beach?" Jietian finally said the question completely.

The night stood in front of the sky, allowing the cold current to hit his face. But he didn't care to answer. He was distracted.

The night is a little afraid of this cold feeling, which is a familiar taste. It seems to have crossed countless planets, and it seems to go back in time. In his memory, he never thought about it. One day, he will stand on the back of the golden dragon and overlook the earth.

It was the winter of a year when a little boy, dressed in a small cotton-padded coat, ran in front of the hut. His face was red with cold, and his fingers were stiff. If you look carefully, it is densely full of frostbite.

In his memory of his childhood, the boy with a runny nose in winter ran in the dilapidated village. The child walked to the small bridge at the head of the village. The bridge was a bluestone slab two feet wide, four or five feet long. The water under the bridge has been frozen, and under the sun, the ice has a golden light.

The boy didn't dare to cross the bridge. He was ready to climb over. Lie down timidly, like an ancestor, becoming an animal with limbs touching the ground. He didn't dare to look forward or look down, which would bring great fear. He half-closed his eyes, pointed his buttocks at the other side of the river and crawled backwards.

But fear is like a seed. When planted in the heart, it will take root and sprout. The boy climbed to the center of the bridge and opened his eyes. But the feeling of hanging in the air brings great fear. The boy was motionless and frozen.

It took a long time for the night to break free from this strange feeling. The ears were full of airflow roaring, and I only felt the eardrum buzzing.

That feeling is like standing on the back of the rice at this moment.

Who would have expected that behind the style of the night, there is a fragile heart. He rode on the vegetable rice for the first time, and his posture was exactly the same as that of Jietian. It took off quickly and fell down quickly. At that time, he comforted himself for fear of spoiling the rice. In fact, it is to avoid inner fear.

In front of others, he is a leader and a resolute and courageous person. But who knows that he actually suffers from a mild "afraid of heights". When he rescued Hawke in the Devil's Mountains, he hung his dagger on the cliff, and his whole body froze. Otherwise, it is absolutely not a problem to climb up 30 or 50 meters with physical strength.

Fortunately, Qingyue came down in time and pulled him up. If later, the muscles are completely stiff, I'm afraid they will fall off the cliff. Since then, he has always wanted to get rid of this suspended fear, but he has always been rejected in his heart.

This is his fatal shortcoming, but fortunately no one knows it. Once used by someone, there will be no place to die. On that day, Xiao Yunshan attacked in the defense of the cottage. He jumped from the top of the mound to dispel this feeling of fear. But obviously, the effect is not ideal. If Xiao Yunshan insisted on fighting on that day, it must be dark night. In the process of taking Xiao Yunshan back to the cottage, his legs were weak at night, and he didn't dare to take the vegetable rice again.

The night is standing on the back of the rice at this moment, and his feet have trembled slightly. It was so cold that the clenched fist was full of sweat. The reason why he is still standing is that his feet are no longer under command, and secondly, he really wants to dispel this empty fear.

He needs to be braver, and he needs to overcome fear.

The rice seemed to notice the mood swings of the night. It flattened its wings, made a gliding movement, and lowered from a high altitude. Then he flapped his wings fiercely, which drove the airflow and turned into a forward resistance, and the huge body slowly fell to the ground.

As soon as he touched the ground, the night fell forward uncontrollably. Jie Tian was shocked, his eyes were fast, and he grabbed the night's right leg. At night, he supported the back of the rice with his left hand and lay down.

The night was pale, and the uncontrollable feeling of vomiting came. He forced himself to calm down and tried to drive the feeling of inadaptation out of his mind.

"Little brother, what's wrong?" Jietian jumped off the back of the rice, turned to the dark night, and looked at it. The night shook his head vigorously, supported the back of the rice, and slowly sat up.

"It's okay. I may be haggard recently." There was a panic in the night, and it was embarrassing to say that I was afraid of heights. But this fear must be customer service, and he has to find a way.

"Jietian, have you ever carried a rope?" The night turned over from the back of the rice, and his legs softened and almost fell to the ground.

Jietian quickly grabbed the night's arm. After seeing the night standing firmly, he said curiously, "Why do you want a rope?"

The night was embarrassed to expose his fear, so he found a crooked reason: "We may encounter air combat in the future. I'm not familiar with it. I figured out a way to tie it to my waist with a rope, hang it under the vegetable rice, and try to be familiar with the feeling of flying.

Jietian was not too suspicious. As soon as he heard that he was going to play a new trick, he was energetic.

A rope is necessary for theft and home travel. Jietian quickly took off the package on his back and exposed a hemp rope with a thick index finger.

Jietian started, tied one end of the rope to the paw of the rice, pulled out a length of four or five meters, and tied the other end to his waist. He said excitedly, "Little brother, this is a good idea. I'll play first, and it's your turn later."

Well, this guy simply takes this as a game. The night sighed and moved his numb legs. He climbed up the back of the rice again, grabbed the dragon scales with his hands, and ordered the rice to take off.

The rice soared into the air, and the rope gradually straightened. With a strong flap of the wings, they are quickly raised. Jietian was hung under his body and swayed around. This guy is not afraid at all. Holding the rope in one hand, he even played with rolling.

The night had a prank and secretly told Caifan. The vegetable rice quickly climbed up and climbed five or six hundred meters.

Hey hey, the "jumping machine" began to work.

The night grabbed the dragon scales hard, secretly commanded the rice, and began to deal with Jietian.

I saw the wings of the vegetable rice in the air suddenly closed and fell down.

"Ah!" Jietian below didn't expect that the feeling of weightlessness would come so violently. The rope grasped was completely unreliable and soft. The whole body fell freely and fell down.

The rice suddenly waved its wings and accelerated to the ground.

Jietian suddenly felt that his waist was tight and fell down at twice the speed.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Jietian is about to go crazy.

The game of night is too exciting.

Jie Tian kept waving his hands, like a drowning man, feeling like drowning.

It was not easy to find a sense of balance, and the rice suddenly rose up again, and then fell again.

"Save, help, help..." Jietian collapsed.

The night can't take care of him. He climbed on the back of Caifan by himself, and he was frozen and couldn't move. The back of the palm of the hand was covered with sweat, and the cold wind blew it, and the cold feeling penetrated the bottom of my heart.

When the rice fell to nearly ten meters on the ground, it suddenly stopped and accelerated forward. Jietian, who was hanging below, felt that his feet were rubbing the plants, and he was so nervous that he even forgot to roar.

"Stop, stop." He hurriedly ordered the dishes and rice in the dark. Not to mention Jietian, even he, the thinker of the exciting game, can't stand it at all.