Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 249 Freshmen
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A man who drives a cart and a horse during the day is not necessarily harder than a woman who sits in the camp and watches the horse after nightfall.At least in broad daylight, they can occasionally meet other people, and they can ask about the nearby terrain, road conditions, and customs.

In the middle of the night, when twilight falls, the land that has been exposed to sunlight for a long time is slowly shrouded in a deep blue sky, the surroundings will become more silent, and the climate will also become colder.

This kind of diurnal change is not uncommon on the grassland: the lawn under the seat condenses cold and refreshing dew, which touches the skin and makes people's hairs stand on end; people will build bonfires where they stay, in an attempt to compete with the stars and the moon , the result is nothing but rotten grass fluorescence after all.

Dew-wet grass often emits a strong smell, which can make people who set foot on this land feel clearly where they are.At the same time, it also makes it harder for the fuel to burn.It puts travelers in a huge incense burner full of fragrance, and it also forces them to face the cold night.

If this night can be called calm, it won't make people feel unbearable, but it will make people recall the primitive desire they had when they first came to the land below them—what kind of secrets are there in this quiet night? What about the beauty?

The two girls in cloaks were able to spend the night without having to squeeze into the carriage, which was full of sundries, and one or two more people would have to face each other face to face, sucking the heat of each other's breath through the night. It's been a night.For such an embarrassing thing, both Murong Yan and Zichai had similar intentions and were determined to prevent such things from happening as much as possible.

"We women can keep the horses and luggage well, so let these men rest for a while!" Murong Yan explained: "We can't tire them out, otherwise, no matter how good our songs are, who will listen to them?" ?”

For those who are used to hiding in the night, the night is a close comrade-in-arms and an irreplaceable natural shelter.

There will always be many boring waiting and many colorful encounters at night on the grassland; it is the darkness where you can’t reach your fingers, and it is also the romance of looking up at the galaxy.It is always surprisingly quiet here, the wind blows the grass ball, brushes the ear temples, and kisses your cheek, you are very close to nature, you can almost hear the heartbeat of the earth, and in the end you will find that it is the restless heart of your companions .

Murong Yan has long been used to living in the dark, and she is no exception here.As usual, when she got off the carriage, she didn't forget to grab a book and a bean-shaped lamp stand from the luggage, then put the bean-shaped lamp on the lawn outside, and arranged the lamp oil wick by herself.

After everything was ready, she stretched leisurely, then turned sideways and lay down next to the stage, propping up her upper body with only one elbow, then picked up the book, and started reading by the lamp for the night.

This does not happen occasionally, because reading various miscellaneous books was the main source of pleasure for Murong Yan during the several nights of the long journey.

Another little girl, Zichai, who took on the task of keeping watch at night, was in a completely different state.Sitting all day long without doing any physical work was completely unimaginable in her previous cognition, so she would have endless energy every night.

She was wearing a white phoenix cloak, and since Zichai was much shorter than the white phoenix, the style of the cloak didn't fit her figure at all, covering her body like a quilt.

She wanted to take a walk around, but because she couldn't bear the frost at night and her own movement was hindered, she could only circle around the carriage camp. Anyway, she couldn't sit still for half a moment almost every night and got up to do things.

Use a horse brush to wash the horse's mane, pick up hay for food or fuel for the horse, check whether the place where the horse is tied is stable, etc. These things are usually done by Zichai and Murong Yan in turn, but Zichai Chai seems to be more diligent, perhaps because she thinks that doing chores can make her forget her inner anxiety.Only when she really had nothing to do, would she curl up obediently and squeeze into Murong Yan's side, staying beside the carriage.

Zichai would reveal many doubts buried in her heart to that saintly lady, and asked.

"Why does Mr. Su call you 'Master Saint'?"

"What kind of books does sister Murong read every day? I want to know too, but I don't know many words."

"Aren't Young Master Bai and Sister Murong husband and wife? Why do they look a little different from the couples I've seen..."

Murong Yan would always answer her in a particularly intimate tone.

"The so-called 'Master Saint' is just a joke, maybe it's because Mr. Su thinks I'm too sentimental?"

"You mean this book? This is the "Secrets of Xianbei" compiled by Qian Linghe of Jiangzhou. I have read it for several months and haven't understood the story in it. It is said that there is a "sacred tree". Inspired, you can predict good and bad fortune, and give advice to everyone in the world; it also said that there were originally nine bloodlines of Xianbei witches..."

"Brother Feng and I are just pretending to be husband and wife for the time being... Sister Zichai may not have imagined that at first he thought I was some kind of female fairy, and he was as scared as a child who was about to be sucked dry."

Zichai listened to her words and watched her deeds, and the light from the bean-shaped lampstand was just enough to illuminate the gap between the two of them. I saw that Xianbei witch would always smile peacefully when she was talking about something. Slightly closing his eyes, he approached the other party with a humble attitude, as if stating: "This is a very common but very interesting thing."

The legends that were originally full of unpredictable ghosts and gods seemed to have become ordinary things like floating clouds in Murong Yan's eyes.There is no pretentious trickery, and never bind yourself in a castle in the air.Under such an approachable communication, Zichai soon fell in love with this wonderful woman.

Of course, they don't always have such a good mood to experience the pleasures of the world.

In the middle of the night after four days of traveling, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in this field, which was a "shadowless assassin" that could knock down countless caravans or convoys.

No one can safely survive under such a strong wind. At this time, they must be regretting that they did not snatch Xiao Sigu's tent at the same time.

Four people squeezed into the carriage and pulled the three horses desperately.Zichai is small, squatting at the front, followed closely by Murong Yan, the two of them control a rein together, while Bai Feng and Su Qing hold a rein each, squatting in a very distorted posture Half lying on the two girls in front.

The wind was blowing to the southeast, and the yoke of the carriage could hardly support the horses' rampage, and a slight crack appeared in the middle; the windows opened and closed, rattling non-stop, and the sound of horses outside the carriage The neighing sound blended and echoed, like a ghost knocking on the door.

These are just a few impressive effects caused by the passing of the strong wind. As for the hairstyles, makeup, clothes and jackets of the group of four, they are already in disarray, looking like beggars.

At the end of the day, everything returned to calm, and you dared to let go of the reins in your hands just now, but only let go, because the reins are still hanging in your hands, and the reins cannot be handed over to God at will.

(End of this chapter)