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He Yan looked at the stone, and the stone nodded to her.

"Nothing happened all night?"

"No, sleeping more than we are." Hongshan looked at Heyan suspiciously: "you think too much. Hu Yuanzhong is an ordinary hunter. There's nothing wrong with my words. It's a pity that my family is so poor. "

"Ahoga, what's wrong with him? Do you doubt him like this?" Wheat wonder.

What's wrong? In fact, in the final analysis, there is a rash on the wrist at the mouth of the tiger, which is not a big doubt. It is just that when Xiao Jue goes out, she always feels something is wrong.

Sometimes, the body can make a more direct judgment than the brain. One of the old generals she used to talk about was that ordinary people's intuitions may go wrong, but for people like us, the intuition about danger is probably true.

She pondered for a moment and said, "let me see again."

Hongshan shrugged and stopped asking questions.

In the evening, all day training is over. Heyan goes to Shen muxue's room to get medicine, and then goes to Hu Yuanzhong. Hu Yuanzhong was alone in the room, looking down at a piece of paper.

When he Yan pushed the door in, he immediately hid the paper in his hand into his arms.

"Brother Hu, what are you doing alone in the house?" He Yan just didn't see his action and asked with a smile.

"Nothing," Hu Yuanzhong sighed. "My legs are not good, I can't get out of bed. I can only stay in the house, which will cause you trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble," He Yan said with a smile, "you are so hurt. Of course, you should take good care of yourself."

She took up the trouser legs for Hu Yuanzhong and squatted down to apply the medicine. She did not look carefully yesterday. Today, since she came here with suspicion, she also looked very carefully.

The hunter's legs are covered with scars. The biggest one is probably scratched by stones. The bone can be seen deeply. It is also the most serious.

"I heard from Miss Shen that elder brother Hu met a bear when he went up the mountain," He Yan asked casually, "is there any bear in this season?"

The bear in Baiyue mountain is afraid of hibernating in the daytime. It is not easy for Hu Yuanzhong to bump into one.

"Yes," Hu Yuanzhong scratched his head. "It's my bad luck that I didn't find a fox and met a bear first."

"How can you say bad luck?" He Yan shakes his head, "if you meet a bear, you can retreat, but not everyone can do it. I heard that the bear's eyes were not good, but he was very sensitive to the smell. Brother Hu was injured and covered with blood at that time. The bear didn't catch up with him. Brother Hu was very strong

"What's more," He Yan continued without looking at Hu Yuanzhong's expression. "Brother Hu was buried in the snow and rescued by Miss Shen. The recruits of liangzhouwei only go up the mountain every three or five days. If elder brother Hu is on the mountain for one day at night, or if the place where he fell down is wrong, he will not be in liangzhouwei now. "

Hu Yuanzhong was stunned and nodded: "indeed, it's thanks to Miss Shen."

He Yan smiles and gives the wound medicine. He pulls down his pants legs and hands over the medicine bowl. When Hu Yuanzhong takes over the medicine bowl, he Yan's eyes fall on his wrist again. He lengthens the sleeve of his clothes, but there is still a faint red at the mouth of the tiger.

"How many years has brother Hu been a hunter?"

"It's been seven or eight years."

"Have you been hunting on the white moon mountain all the time?"

She asked very quickly, Hu Yuanzhong hesitated for a moment and then said, "yes."

"Have you ever been to Baiyue mountain on such snowy days in the past few years?"

"No, never."

"Why is it going on again this year?"

"It's really because you can't eat enough." Hu Yuanzhong finished his last sip of soup and looked at Heyan strangely: "brother he, what do you ask these for?"

He Yan bowed his head and laughed: "it's just a little curious."

She reached for the empty bowl in Hu Yuanzhong's hand.

Hu Yuanzhong held out his hand.

When he Yan's hand reached Hu Yuanzhong, he suddenly changed his direction and cut Hu Yuanzhong's front door. Hu Yuanzhong could not dodge as fast as he could, and he just stepped back in a panic. He Yan's hand hit his chest, and the latter screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood -

but the young man did not stop for half a minute. He went straight into Hu Yuanzhong's shirt and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Give it back to me -" Hu Yuanzhong yelled, but just now he Yan's palm, like a frustrated ball, was hoarse and hard to hear. Half of his body was lying on the collapse, and he stretched out his hand to Heyan in vain.

The movement was so loud that it startled the people nearby. When the new soldiers heard the noise, they ran in one after another. As soon as they came in, they saw Hu Yuanzhong covering his chest and spitting blood. Heyan was standing at the edge of the collapse with a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's the matter? What's going on! ""He robbed me of my things..."

"What did you rob him of?" Asked the recruit.

He Yan looks down at the yellow paper in his hand.

On the yellow paper, there is a poem, "I remember your heart like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.".

The handwriting is elegant and elegant. It is written by a woman at a glance.

"What is this?" He Yan frowned and asked him.

Hu Yuanzhong was staring at him, furious and silent.

"What's the matter?" Shen muxue's voice sounded from behind. She happened to be nearby. She heard the news and followed her. What she saw was such a scene of fierce swords.

"Heyan?" She looked suspiciously at Heyan and Hu Yuanzhong, who covered her chest. She went to Hu Yuanzhong and asked in surprise, "how did you hurt more?" He saw the bloodstain on Hu Yuanzhong's lips, "who did it?"

Hu Yuanzhong stares at Heyan.

Shen muxue frowned: "Heyan, what have you done?"

"I just slapped him." He Yan said with a smile: "about did not grasp the strength."

"Nonsense! He is still injured. How can he bear your palm? "

Hu Yuanzhong struggled to get up and held out a hand to Heyan. His tone was still angry: "give it back to me!"

He Yan shrugged and returned the paper with love poems.

"What is this?" A recruit asked, "what did you rob him for?"

Shen muxue also looked at the past, and Hu Yuanzhong said: "this is written by my deceased wife "

it turned out to be the remains of his dead wife.

"Heyan, what do you do with other people's relics?" Some recruits can't see past, "no wonder people are so angry."

"I don't know it's a relic, just playing with elder brother Hu," He Yan said with shame, "brother Hu won't be angry with me, will he?"

Hu Yuanzhong looked at Heyan, as if he was angry. At last, he had to endure and said, "nothing. Don't do this in the future." After that, he coughed violently and was very weak.

Seeing the scene, Shen muxue didn't look good. He only said to Heyan, "well, Heyan, there's nothing for you here. You go out first. After that, I'll be responsible for Hu Yuanzhong's healing medicine. You don't have to come here every day. "

He Yan is the God of pestilence.

"Good." He Yan is not angry. He answers with a smile, takes a look at Hu Yuanzhong and turns out of the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, the smile on his face disappeared.

Just now she is really intentional, people in a crisis, will instinctively react. Just like in Liangzhou City, when Ding Yi tried to find out whether she was really blind. If Hu Yuanzhong was not as badly injured as he was on the surface, he would fight back.

But he didn't, and he was slapped by Heyan. If it's just like this, it's OK. But when he Yan started that palm, he also deliberately left a heart.

The palm she gave Hu Yuanzhong looks fierce on the surface, but in fact it doesn't use much strength. At most, Hu Yuanzhong's flesh hurts and he is determined not to bleed. After all, he Yan doesn't want to hurt people's lives. If she thinks about everything, isn't Hu Yuanzhong suffering in vain?

The problem is that he Yan is very confident of his own strength. With such a harmless palm, Hu Yuanzhong vomited blood? If it wasn't for her own estimation of her strength, it was the man who was lying.

He Yan thinks that Hu Yuanzhong is lying.

As for the piece of paper with love poems in his arms, it is even more strange that a person who carries his wife's relics with him is naturally a person of deep feelings. He should not have other thoughts when facing the beautiful medical girl.

He Yan looked at all this as if he was watching a bad play. Unfortunately, even though she was full of doubts, she could not tell others about it. I'm afraid that she said to others that just a slap was a shot in the air. Others would think that she was evading responsibility and said it lightly.

It's really tricky.

She was walking. Soon, they followed her. When they saw her, they were relieved and whispered, "brother ahe, they said you beat Hu Yuanzhong? But really? "

This has just passed a time of incense, how can all Liangzhou know?

"Really."

"You still doubt him?" Hong Shan frowned and said, "if you suspect that he has a problem, we will keep an eye on him. Why beat people? Do you know that now all the people in liangzhouwei say you Say you... " He wanted to talk but stopped.

He Yan asked, "what do you say about me?"

"Ah Ho, you are bullying and arrogant." Wheat road.

He Yan is silent.

Things are getting more strange.

"Ahoe, what are you going to do now?" Wheat looked at him anxiously, "do you want to explain with others?"

"No need." He Yan gathers his eyes. Since this person spread the rumor so quickly, he came for her. It is also futile to explain. She is more suspicious of Hu Yuanzhong's purpose and how to expose him than to explain these useless rumors.

"Keep your eyes on him at night." He Yan said, "let me have a look."Wheat and Hongshan looked at each other and stopped talking.

……

After several days, it was calm.

Nothing happened in Liangzhou Weili. Wheat that day and day to help Heyan look at Hu Yuanzhong, also did not find any flaws. However, several people in Hongshan didn't sleep well at night. During the training the next day, they were absent-minded and were trained by Liang Ping several times.

As for Heyan, he would like to see what happened to Hu Yuanzhong and whether he could get more information. However, Shen muxue prevented her from acting like a thief, and he Yan was strictly forbidden to approach Hu Yuanzhong, for fear that he Yan would accidentally hurt one of Hu Yuanzhong by "playing around". Therefore, in a few days, Heyan did not even touch Hu Yuanzhong's edge, let alone grasp his flaws.

That night, he Yan went to the martial arts arena alone. Because of his injury, he Yan's night training was changed to once every three days.

Xiao Jue has been away for most of the month, and has not even made a sound. He Yan secretly asks process Lishu whether there is news coming from zhangtai, and Cheng Lishu doesn't know. When Xiao Jue was there, he didn't feel anything. As soon as he left, he felt that Liangzhou Wei couldn't do without him. Otherwise, the matter will be slightly revealed to Xiao Jue, with this person's mind, designated can see the signs. Now that she doesn't even have a person to discuss, it's really difficult.

She went to the side of the bow and crossbow, just about to practice it. She heard the sound at the end of the horse track. When she looked up, she saw a black shadow riding toward the white moon mountain.

How can anyone go up the mountain in the middle of the night? However, it has been sunny in recent days, and the snow on the mountain is melting. It is better to walk than in the past few days. He Yan wants to be called, but the martial arts field is too far away from the Tongpu room where the recruits live. If he calls people, he will not be able to catch up with him.

Seeing that the man ran farther and farther away, he Yan was about to disappear in the darkness of the mountain forest. He Yan took a horse out of the stable and jumped up to catch up with him.

In winter, the soil of Baiyue mountain is freezing cold, especially when the snow melts, and the horses easily slide when they step on it. The man in front of him didn't make a fire, just walked on with the stars in the forest. He Yan could not see clearly. He followed him and could not surpass the past for a time.

He was also very familiar with the terrain of Baiyue mountain, and he was only looking for a path to take Heyan into the ditch several times. In recent years, he Yan remembered the road more clearly than others. He had fought for the flag once, and then cut firewood twice. He had already remembered the dangerous place and didn't fall for it. After several times, the man found that he had not been hooked, so he turned his horse's head and left in a different direction.

He Yan is very tight.

She suspected that he was Hu Yuanzhong, but why did Hu Yuanzhong go up the mountain at night? We can't take advantage of the dead of night when there is no one to turn over the mountains to go home.

One thing, can see too little, it is difficult to launch a panorama. We can't push out the panorama, and we don't need to waste time. We can directly pull out the source and ask clearly.

She had to catch him today.

If he did not take the path, the road would be much more spacious. He Yan ran after his horse, and the distance was getting closer and closer. When he was still a few feet away, he flew straight up and jumped up to the other side's horse. The man couldn't escape. He Yan stopped his horse and wanted to escape. He Yan jumped up and got in touch with him.

When she came and left in a hurry, there was only an iron headed stick left on the weapon rack. He Yan took it down casually, and it was better to be in power than to be unarmed. At this moment, under the night, the man turned over and jumped up. He Yan could see clearly that the man was covered with his face, and his whole body was wrapped tightly. He only showed a pair of eyes. His figure was similar to that of Hu Yuanzhong, but the light was dim, so it was difficult to distinguish his identity with a pair of eyes. He stood still, with a big knife in his hand. The blade of the knife was like a crescent moon, flashing a cold light at night.

"Machete?" He Yan's heart leaps wildly.

Qiang soldiers like to use machetes, because it is convenient to cut meat. You can not only kill people, but also eat meat. He Yan has also experienced the power of the machete. She has seen her comrades in arms who are wielded by the machete. Before the blood flows out, the head falls to the ground first. During the years of Xiqiang's invasion of the Central Plains, the leader's favorite thing was to cut off the heads of the captives with a machete, string them in a string, and tie them to the tail of his beloved horse. Wherever they went, it was frightening.

Seeing the machete at the moment, he Yan knew that this man was the technique of Qiang nationality.

She frowned: "are you really Qiang people?"

That person hears speech, strange smile rises, voice hoarse chaos, "how do you know?"

"Less nonsense," He Yan stood the iron headed stick on the ground, staring at him coldly: "tell me, what's the purpose of mixing into Liangzhou Wei?"

"Shh -" the man held out his index finger to his lips and said, "keep your voice down so that you won't be found." He saw that he Yan said nothing, as if it was interesting, and said: "if you beat me, I will tell you."

"Crazy!" He Yan rebukes a way, the voice falls to the ground, the body then directly pours at that person.

Although the iron head stick is not as sharp as the machete, it is better than simple and hard. It is hard to get close to when it is waved. He Yan was injured before, but now his wound is not completely healed. There are many restraints in his actions. But even if he fights with this person, he is no match.

The masked man's machete is very good, skilled enough to make people look sideways. His attack is also very cruel. The move is against Heyan's heart. He Yan was forced to step back, suddenly, a stop, because of the hurry to stop, feet with turned up snow, she looked back, behind is the abyss."Found?" The man laughed and said, "why not be fooled?"

"Because your technique is so bad." He Yan said coldly. After that, the iron headed stick went to the ground and jumped forward with the stick and fell behind the masked man. She also kept on chopping her opponent's head violently --

but the stick failed, and the man sidestepped away and the iron headed stick hit the other side of the shoulder. Even so, it was enough. He Yan practiced shisuo all day long, and his strength was not as weak as when he first entered Liangzhou Wei. A man with a physique like Huang Xiong still has to suffer, not to mention this man.

The masked man was beaten by Heyan, and he was so painful that he could hardly hold his machete. Even so, his right hand lost his strength and could not wield his machete for the time being.

"How?" He Yan sneers.

Without saying anything, he turned and ran forward to escape. He Yan frowned and followed him. Her endurance was amazing, her physical strength was amazing, and she ran fast enough. For a while, the masked man couldn't get rid of him.

As long as catch up with this person, take off his face towel, you can know his identity. If it was Hu Yuanzhong and Shen Han who tortured him, he would be able to find out what they were plotting.

Just thinking about it, suddenly saw the person in front of him stop, he roared to Heyan: "give you a gift!" The machete is thrown at Heyan's heart. He Yan subconsciously catches it and holds the handle. However, a man is rolling out of the jungle.

In the night, the man who rolled out was still wearing the red clothes of the recruits of Liangzhou Wei.

The mountain road is a long slope, the recruits roll down all the way, and then down, it is the abyss. He Yan looks at the masked man with a smile, flees to the depth of the jungle, grits his teeth, and turns to chase down the fallen recruits.

The recruits in strong clothes rolled faster and faster, without even a groan. He Yan's heart sank, and he swept himself across the middle of the long slope. He Yan was full of recruits. They rolled to the side together. In a moment, they finally stopped in front of a tree.

His body was still warm in his arms, but he said nothing. He Yan looked down and showed his young face by starlight.

She was stunned for a moment.

Liangzhou Wei tens of thousands of recruits, she can not remember everyone's name, at most familiar, can recall. This person's face she remembers, before Baiyue mountain flag, down the mountain road met the timid ghost King Xiaohan.

A few days ago, he would have blushed to thank her. Now there is no trace of blood on his face. His eyes are wide open. He seems to be full of terror before he dies. His clothes are red, and he can't see anything. He Yan looks down at his hands. His hands are covered with blood. Trembling, she untied the young man's clothes. There was a huge blood hole in her chest. Some flesh and skin were taken away, which made her look a little empty.

He died under the machete.

Even after seeing so many lives and deaths, he Yan couldn't take it calmly when she faced the death of the people around her. She closed her eyes and was filled with anger and murmured in a low voice: "brute!"

He was so young that he died in the desolate night of Baiyue mountain before he even went to the battlefield. If he Yan didn't follow the masked man tonight, he would have died quietly. Only on the next day, his brother in the guard station would have found such a person missing.

Less Such a person?

Why drag the boy to the mountain and kill him? Was he killed because of what he ran into, or was he killed for another reason?

No, no!

He Yan held the young man's hand tightly and was caught in a trap!

As soon as she thought of this place, she heard people's voices rustling in front of her. Someone was shouting, "have you seen anyone? Where the hell is it

Suddenly, the bushes in front of him were swept away, and a recruiter's face was exposed. He held a torch in his hand, and he Yan looked at each other.

You don't have to think about it. You know how ferocious the picture is now.

She held a machete in her hand. The machete was still bloodstained, and her hands were bloody. In her hand, a recruit from Liangzhou was lying on her back, with a bloody hole in her chest, shocking.

"Find, find!" The new soldier yelled in panic and rolled back, "killing! He Yan killed people

He Yan looked up and saw dozens of people, including Shen Han, Liang Ping and other religious leaders. They stare at Heyan, their eyes are suspicious. Du Mao says, "Heyan, are you killing people?"

The murder weapon was in her hand, and the body was at her feet. She went up the mountain at night, acting suspiciously. She looked like a spy with ulterior motives and murder.

This is the real gift from the masked man.

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