Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The distance is too far, only the scattered hair of the old woman can be seen trembling in the air. She was too old, too old to even want to cling to her hair, turned away from the tight bun, scrambled to taste the young evening breeze.

Li Shiyi’s steps were slow and solemn, causing the souls of Heng to be stacked with her, and the authority of fear and ghosts exuded from the bones and blood. The night was her best subject, and she held up the curtain of evasion for everyone.

“You…” General Qin said, his voice dumb like scratched glass, and he managed to raise his breath to maintain the reputation of the handed down general.

“Do you recognize the old man?” She was not astonished, and she habitually pounded her white spear when she spoke.

Li Shiyi stopped: “Learning to make a formation in Sichuan, the mandarin ducks hold a soldier talisman in their sleeves; since the women are willing to accept it, why should the general be a husband? Shu brocade robes are cut by themselves, and the peach blossoms will immediately be long. There are so many strange men in the world, who will Travel thousands of miles on the sand.”

——Peach Blossom Horse, White Wax Gun, Daming Female General, Qin Liangyu.

The poem handwritten by Ming Sizong for Qin Liangyu’s imperial gift was read from Li Shiyi’s mouth, and it was so clear as to blow away the heavy dark clouds, but her cold breath and long gaze grabbed the beam of time again, and flickered. The old woman on the opposite side will be greeted back to the battlefield.

The old woman can’t remember how many years she has been away from this poem. The past is suddenly heard, and a warm blood rushes to her throat, causing her body to shake, and her voice sinks: “The emperor…”

Li Shiyi’s guess was confirmed, and his eyes fell on her hand holding the gun.

The rough bark of the hand was thinned and pasted on the bones, the veins and veins propped up like a mountain frame, with dry gullies on both sides, her posture of holding the gun was orthodox and powerful, and the cocoon of the tiger’s mouth was pressed white.

She confirmed Qin Liangyu’s identity from this gun. The white wood is dry, with a hook on the top and an iron ring on the bottom.

This white soldier was created by Qin Liangyu.

“The general has been training troops since he was a child. He was able to mount and shoot well, and he was able to win the battle with the white pawns. He was famous for destroying the bandits and spreading the First World War. After the invasion of Jin, the general was loyal and brave. The family finances raised the army’s salary and went north to aid Liao, which made Ming’s turn of defeat into victory, and the Eight Banners were frightened by the news.”

The **** battle of nine deaths turned into a few words. The Jin Ge iron horse was wrapped in corpse cloth and dried into yellow sand. The old woman raised her head. Her eyes were too weak, and she could only fit into Li Shixi’s figure vaguely. But even if it was just a silhouette, it was young and romantic, which made her look like a joke of a fox and a tiger with a spear.

When she was young, it was the wandering dragon in her hands, majestic and invincible; at this moment, it was her crutches, supporting her from the loess, carrying her unfulfilled ambition and loyalty.

Li Shiyi did not ignore the sparkling sparkle in her muddy eyes. After giving enough white space, he continued: “The middle-aged general lost his husband, his brother was martyred, and the family was loyal. Collect the four cities and break the siege of the capital. The Qing army enters the pass, Chongzhen hangs himself, the general is still in command and kills the enemy in his sixtieth year, desperately defending the stone pillar.”

Li Shiyi did not go on, but only sighed, with a voice as soft as a drop of stone Yelu: “The general is here for a lifetime, why is he here?”

The sadness came suddenly, perhaps because Li Shiyi noticed the little movement of the old woman withdrawing her ears a little later. Her ears and eyes were eroded by the years to the extent that only a shell was left. She had to hand her right ear forward with difficulty to hear Li Shi’s words completely.

Li Shiyi took a few steps forward, shortening the distance between himself and the old woman.

She saw the old woman’s eyes gradually clear, and she didn’t know whether it was drying the moisture in her eye sockets or regaining the reason for sneaking away. She frowned in surprise and severely, and ignored Li Shi’s question. Surprised: “What do you look like?!”

She took a small step back, stood tremblingly, and then defensively aimed her spear at Li Xi’an.

Li Shiyi frowned. There were light footsteps around him, Song Jiu also came forward, took Li Shiyi’s hand, and glanced at her.

The gun in the old woman’s hand was turned upside down, and she drew a circle in the air. He called out: “Nine… Nine Masters?”

The voice was extremely excited, as if climbing on the straw of life-saving, and as if paying respectful worship, hoping to wax her dull complexion and make her come alive for a moment.

She shook her hands and raised the corners of her robe, bending her knees to kneel down. Song Jiu was bluffed, and she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her arm to stop her. Tightly, the Yin Qi froze Song Nineteen’s bones.

The old woman stretched her brows hard to show the turbulent light in her eyes very clearly, but Song Jiu seemed to be strangling her throat by a bend of a giant python, which blocked her breathing and couldn’t utter a word.

She looked at Li Shiyi for help. Li Shiyi nodded comfortingly to her, stepped forward to stand beside her, and called the old woman back to God.

The old woman restrained her emotions, stood still with her spear, looked at Li Eleven from top to bottom, and said suspiciously: “You are a good friend of the Nine Masters, why do you ask me why I am here?”

She looked at Song Jiu, and Song Jiu’s anxiety rose again, but she didn’t want to always rely on Li Eleven, so she whispered, “I have amnesia.”

“Amnesia?” The old woman murmured, before moving her mouth again, as if she wanted to say something.

Li Shiyi held her back: “Sit down and talk.”

The two helped the old woman to sit on a stone pier on the side, and the mottled shadow of the tree spread to her face, like peeling wall. She panted, the skin on her throat was tight, and she moved her eyes for a moment. She recalled: “My old body fell immediately at seventy-five and rolled down the cliff. When she was dying, she met the Nine Masters.”

“I think it’s because I cling to the community, my aspirations are unpaid, and my heart is unwilling. That’s why I feel the heavens and make the Nine Masters go down to help me.”

“The wind is blowing in the robes of the Nine Masters, and the flowers and plants on the side stopped swaying when she walked. She came from the end of the valley and I knew that she was different from others. So I sighed and kowtowed to the Nine Masters, begging her to save my life. If I don’t expel the Tartars, I won’t look down.”

“The Nine Masters were deeply shocked. After thinking about it a few times, they could help me to live forever, but because of violation of the fate, I needed to move to Jinyun Mountain. I must not talk with outsiders to avoid divulging the secret. Ye Weibing only waited one day for the Qing soldiers to come again, and resisted with Ye Bing, without hurting my ministers and one soldier, and also taught that barbarian can’t parry.”

She hissed slowly, and finally sighed in her throat. She stroked the back of Song Jiu’s hand carefully, and said: “I don’t know that it has been a few years, but this Qing soldier hasn’t moved.

The Nine Masters are here, can I get out of the mountain now? “

She said, Song Nineteen’s face was an inch white, and in the end it was almost bloodless, her teeth trembled violently, and she could only bite her lower lip in order to restrain some of the coldness like falling into an ice cave.

“How many years?” She felt her goose bumps climbing like vines on her calf and rushing to her beautiful neck. She became a drowning person in the wave, and it was her own sin that drowned her.

She held the old woman’s cold hand tightly, turned her head and looked at Li Shiyi.

It didn’t take Li Shiyi a moment to understand what she wanted to ask, and she told her helplessly and cruelly: “If a person is alive, if you ask the coffin, you won’t be able to ask a word.”

Song Nineteen’s nose twitched violently, and sorrow and sorrow converged in the bottom of his eyes with difficulty. She understood everything, the old tomb at the foot of the mountain, the lonely grave without words and tablets, the answer “the soul has nowhere to return”, and the old general who has been lost by time.

“You have passed away.” Li Shiyi’s calm and soft voice sounded in his ears.

The old woman was startled, her puzzled expression filled the wrinkles, and then she whispered a few times before finally choosing not to say a word and wait for the truth. Song Jiu raised his head in a daze, and said, “Nine…I, I did not allow you to live forever, but erased your memory of death, and then stopped the time after your death.”

Others may not know how much courage she needs to say the word “I”. She feels her limbs have never been sore and soft, and she is also shouldering it like never before.

She also understood why she had different senses when she entered the cave. She should use Qin Liangyu’s tomb as a magic circle to seal the memory of her death in the cave. When stepping into the cave, the familiar spell fluctuations are a reminder , Is also a return.

She was very sad and terrified. She wanted to plunge into Li Shi’s arms and cry aloud, asking her whether she believed that she must have been unbearable because of the old general’s pleading. The next step is to cover her ears and steal the bell for her. But after all, she was not willful anymore, just bent down her tiny cervical spine and faced Li Shiyi in a silent silhouette.

After the terrible silence, the old woman let go of the hand holding Song Jiu, lifted it up, and then panicked holding the white gun. With the spear in hand, she found some peace of mind. She was calm on her face. She didn’t censure or condemn anything. She only glanced at Li Shiyi again and asked her: “Just now I asked what you look like, you… Can you tell me?”

She has been trapped in this mountain for too long. Ordinary people will accidentally break into the forbidden area. They will go around because of ghosts hitting the wall, or they will flee down the mountain as if they are scared by Ye Bing. , She saw these two people dressed like this.

Li Shiyi cleverly understood the meaning of the old woman’s words. She pressed her thin lips and said, “It is the 14th year of the Republic of China.”

“More than ten years ago, the Qing Dynasty died.” She sighed.

The old woman’s old face sank, her eyes staring at the ground blankly, where the clutter was messy, covering layer after layer, if no one’s footsteps fiddled with it, there would be no trace of the color of the earth.

After a long while, she looked up, looking at Li Shiyi and Song Shiji, as if looking at the void elsewhere through them.

She asked: “So, where is my Daming?”

The author has something to say:

The deeds of Bai Ganbing and Qin Liangyu refer to the introduction of Baidu Encyclopedia, and there is no verified and reliable record in ancient books. If there are any errors or omissions, please correct me.