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Facing the wind and snow, turning along the mountain road, a woman named Xigua spoke softly. Her hair moved in the wind and snow, and although her face was still childish, her words at this moment were not frivolous.

"Since we stand in this world, the hatred of a father is irreconcilable. It's not something anyone can let go of if they want to. After I return to Miaojiang, you need to keep an eye on the three Qi family brothers."

"I heard about what happened tonight. I'm glad there wasn't a fight." Ning Yi nodded slightly from behind, but sighed softly, "What's the deal with the Three Cuts and Six Holes?"

"The fifth brother of the Qi family has talent. He may have great achievements in the future and be able to beat me. It's wise not to act now."

The Qi family originally had five brothers, but after the disaster that wiped out their family, only the second, third, and fifth remained. The fifth was Qi Xinhan. Xigua paused.

"As for the Three Cuts and Six Holes, the Three Cuts and Six Holes won't kill anyone. I feel guilty about killing Uncle Qi. If it can really be resolved, I'll be in luck too."

"Three Cuts and Six Holes... doesn't look good."

"Pfft..."

Xigua laughed, glanced at Ning Yi, and the two were now walking side by side. Passing through the small forest in front, when they reached the corner of the mountainside, it was a small flat area. Usually, you could see the construction scene in the distance, but now it was covered in snowflakes, so you couldn't see anything. The two slowed down. Xigua casually found a fallen log and sat down.

"After I return to Miaojiang, you should keep Sister Lu by your side more often, or Chen Fan and Zhu Biao are also fine. With them around, even if Lin the Monk comes, he won't be able to hurt you. You've offended many people, and now you're rebelling, you can't afford to make mistakes. Your martial arts have always been poor, and you can't become a first-class expert. Don't find these things troublesome."

"You guys always say I can't become a first-class expert. I think I already am." Ning Yi sat down next to her, "Hong Ti said that back then, and I thought about it later, it was because her definition of a first-class expert was too high. But you're saying the same thing... Don't forget that I slapped Tong Guan down in the Jinluan Hall."

"You used your influence to suppress him. It has little to do with martial arts." Xigua smiled, "Being in a high position, fighting with your life, being furious, and being righteous are all advantages. You were able to overwhelm those powerful ministers in the Jinluan Hall, which is very impressive, and also because you went all out and left no room for retreat. You can't always risk your life every time. Your influence isn't for fighting. Let those who can risk their lives go fight."

Her entanglement with Ning Yi hadn't been a matter of just a day or two. In the past few months, they had been talking and arguing together. But at this moment, with the heavy snow falling and the world silent, the two of them sitting on this log together, she seemed a little embarrassed. She jumped up and walked towards the front, throwing a punch casually.

"After I leave, Zhuo Xiaofeng and the others will still be left to you."

She threw a punch, ran two steps, and threw two more punches with a "whoosh."

"They were originally disciples you taught. Teach them for a few more years and see what they achieve. They've already been exposed to a lot of things in Miaojiang, so they should be able to help you."

Xigua's figure was not tall to begin with, and with her childish face, she even looked petite. Her voice was not loud when she spoke, and after she finished speaking, she stopped again and looked at Ning Yi. Seeing that Ning Yi didn't move, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, she turned her head again and slowly pushed out a fist wind.

"A few years ago in Hangzhou, you learned a few tricks of the Tyrant Saber. Sister Lu taught you the Six Paths Breaking, which is indeed a good way to exert force, but the Six Paths Breaking is too fierce and hurts the body. Sister Lu has her ways to help you recuperate, but my figure was originally not suitable for using the Tyrant Saber. Although I found a way later, Father also taught me a set of boxing techniques. This boxing technique is only for cultivating qi and was specially modified for me. No one else knows it. I've only been able to comprehend it in the past few years, so I can teach it to others. I practice it every day. You can take a look."

"Back in Hangzhou, you talked about democracy, and Lan Huandong also had some clues. You've also killed the emperor and want to establish yourself in the Northwest, so be it in the Northwest. But with the current situation, if you can't stand firm, you can also go south. I... I also hope you can go to Lan Huandong and take a look. There are some things I can't think of, so you have to help me."

As she spoke, in the wind and snow, her figure went from slow to fast in her punching, striking, waving, smashing, hitting, knee strikes, elbow strikes, and jumping, gradually turning into a fist dance like a wheel, like the thousand-armed Little Ming King. Ning Yi had seen this Little Vajra Consecutive Fists technique before. She had used it to fight the three Qi family brothers, and she had still advanced relentlessly against three opponents. At this time, her demonstration only showed the fist wind and not the force. The figure falling into her eyes seemed a bit cute, like this cute girl's continuous dance. Only the falling snowflakes rose, floated, gathered, scattered, and collided in the air, with the sound of whistling.

The range of each punch was short, but her figure moved forward and her qi flowed long, so that her voice seemed light and calm from beginning to end. Her punches became faster and faster, but her words remained unchanged.

However, for the past six months, she had always habitually bickered and argued with Ning Yi. At this moment, thinking that she was about to leave, her words were the quietest they had ever been. The anxiety in her heart was revealed with the increasingly fast punches.

"...Are you twenty-three years old this year?"

"...Since Holy Duke started the uprising, in this...uh..."

Xigua spoke, and the Little Vajra Consecutive Fists in her hands were still getting faster and faster. When she heard Ning Yi's abrupt question, the movements and words in her hands suddenly stopped. At this moment, she had one fist slightly bent and one fist extended diagonally forward. Her expression froze, and her little fist was still shaking in the air. Then she straightened her body, "What's it to you?"

"How many years have we been married?" Ning Yi walked down from the log.

"Is what we did... considered marriage?"

"It's been so many years. It should count, right?"

She originally posed, ready to continue punching. Hearing this, she stopped again, put down her fists, and stood there.

"In these years, it's not like no one has wanted to marry me, it's just that I've never been able to put the affairs of Lan Huandong out of my mind. You...you have several wives, and your children are almost grown up. Between you and me... between you and me..."

Without her punches, the wind and snow returned to their original state of falling. Her words were slightly stiff at this moment, and her figure was also stiff. She just stood there straight, with her fists clenched at her sides, tilting her head slightly.

As Ning Yi said, she was twenty-three years old. In this era, she was already beyond the age of an old maid, and could only be said to be an unwanted age. And even at this age, in the past few years, except for the time after he betrayed her, the twenty-three-year-old her had never even had a stiff embrace in the wind and snow...

Snowflakes fell, and she stood there, watching Ning Yi walk over. She was about to leave. In this kind of wind and snow, something was bound to happen.

At least... there should be a stiff embrace...

In the courtyard room on the mountainside, the oil lamp was still dimly lit. In the lamplight, Su Tan'er was flipping through the account records in her hand. When she turned her head, Xiao Chan and Ning Xi were already asleep on the bed not far away.

She looked towards the window lattice again. Although she couldn't see the situation outside through the thick window paper, she could still hear the sound of the wind and snow getting heavier.

On a night like this, he probably wouldn't come back to rest.

Thinking this, she tilted her head and smiled slightly. At some point, the figure in the room blew out the lights and went to bed to rest.

The wind and snow surrounded this world again.

***************

A cold winter night passed. In the morning, the snow drifted peacefully in the sky, and the entire world was gradually covered in silver, replacing the desolate colors of late autumn.

When Shi Shi woke up in the morning, her head was a little dizzy, so Duan Su'e came over to take care of her, cooked porridge for her, and then boiled several medicinal herbs in water to help her dispel the cold.

Duan Su'e was originally a guard beside the Landlord Lu. After coming to Little Cang River, she was assigned to Shi Shi's side. One was a mountain village woman who practiced martial arts and killed people, and the other was a weak and melancholic courtesan from the capital, but there was no discord between the two. This was because Shi Shi herself was well-educated. After coming here, she was unwilling to have too much contact with the outside world, and only helped Yun Zhu sort out the various ancient books and documents looted from the capital.

Duan Su'e originally had a family in the mountains. Her husband died for Qingmu Village, and her only son was already old enough to read and write. Recently, the environment in Qingmu Village was good, and she could give her child a chance to learn to read, so that he would be sensible in the future, which was the greatest hope of the women in the mountains. She usually told Shi Shi about the things that happened in the valley, and in her spare time, she would also come over to ask for some tips on studying.

The genuine courtesans of this era were the credible superstars of later generations, and compared to superstars, they had more connotation, insight, and knowledge. Duan Su'e admired her, and in her heart, she actually admired this woman even more, who could optimistically raise a child after her husband's death.

"I heard that the Xigua girl from the south was going to compete with the three Qi family masters last night. Everyone ran to watch, and I originally thought there would be a big fight..."

"That Xigua girl is so young, but she's like a grandmaster. I don't know how she trained. Just look at her Tyrant Saber skills. Compared to the village owner, she's probably not much worse. The three Qi family members have a grudge against her, and it seems they won't be able to take revenge for the time being. But the hatred of a father is irreconcilable, and everyone will keep this matter in mind..."

"Everyone is talking about the affairs of the capital. The city has been broken, and the people inside are probably not having a good time. Miss Li, you don't have any relatives there, do you?"

Only in Duan Su'e's occasional words would Shi Shi wake up from her stiff thoughts. She naturally had no relatives in the capital, but... Mother Li, the sisters in the brothel... how are they now? Such questions were something she didn't even dare to touch in her heart when she thought about them.

During the first Jurchen siege, she was already helping under the city and had witnessed all kinds of tragedies. The reason for experiencing such tragedies was to avoid even more unbearable situations from happening. But from here on... ordinary people would probably find it difficult to think about it in detail. Those hysterical conflicts, the shouts after severed fingers and broken bodies, the wails after bearing various injuries... What was a more tragic situation than this? Her thoughts inevitably stalled here.

In her years in Fanlou, Mother Li always had a way, and perhaps she could escape by chance...

However, after the fall of Bianliang, thousands of miles away, the women of Fanlou were indeed desperately seeking shelter, but those girls whom Li Shishi had known were mostly on the first batch of prostitutes sent to the Jurchen army camp. Mother Li Yun, the woman who had taken great care of her since she entered Fanlou, and who was also extremely wise, had committed suicide by taking poison with several Fanlou women four days ago. And after the other women were sent to the Jurchen army camp, dozens of the most unyielding had already been thrown out after committing suicide due to unbearable humiliation.

She would only know these things many years later.

The snow in the valley did not stop, but even though Shi Shi did not go out much, she could still feel the atmosphere in the valley changing. In the falling snow, she could occasionally hear the shouts coming from across the river valley. Soldiers carried logs and ran along the mountain roads in this heavy snow. There were also teams of people chanting in unison between the warehouse and the construction site, shoveling out snow paths. The spirit contained in the people's words and shouts was clearly different compared to a few days ago.

This was the change brought about by the fall of Bianliang.

The snow fell for two or three days before it gradually showed signs of stopping. During this time, Su Tan'er, Nie Yunzhu, and others came to see her. And the news Duan Su'e brought was mostly about the Xixia army's attack. The valley was constantly discussing whether or not to help, and then, a piece of news suddenly came.

A few days ago, the old Chancellor Zhong Shidao, who had guarded the Northwest for many years, passed away at his old house in Qingjian City.

Shi Shi also sat there in a daze for a long time after hearing this news. During the first defense of Bianliang, the generals guarding the city were the Left Chancellor Li Gang and the world-famous old Chancellor Zhong Shidao. Although Shi Shi's status was as different as heaven and earth, the old man played a pillar-like role in Bianliang's ability to hold on. Shi Shi had endless respect for this old man in her heart.

The snow had stopped this day, and Shi Shi went out of her room. The world was a white expanse. Someone was moving around in a courtyard not far away. On the roof of the courtyard, a woman was sitting cross-legged, her hand slightly propping up her chin. The woman was wearing a white sable fur dress, white snow boots, and her delicate, even slightly childish face made one think of the women from wealthy families in the southern water towns. However, Shi Shi knew that the woman sitting on the roof like a childish girl in front of her had killed countless people. She was the leader of the rebels in the south, Tyrant Saber Liu Xigua.

She usually loved to bicker with Ning Yi, but Shi Shi could see that there was some unclear private affair between the two. Over the years, her talented childhood friend who was skilled in both literature and martial arts had walked the world. She didn't know how many strange friends he had made or how many things he had experienced.

According to Duan Su'e, this girl was also going to set off south in the next two days. Perhaps it was also because she was about to leave that the expression on her face on the roof had some confusion and reluctance.

She could sit on the roof, which meant that Ning Yi was giving lessons to a group of middle-level military officers in the room below. Shi Shi was afraid to listen to the things he was talking about, so she bypassed this courtyard and walked along the mountain road. From a distance, she could see the liveliness of the settlement in the valley below. Thousands of people were distributed there, and the snow that had fallen in the past few days had already been pushed to the surrounding areas. On the side of the mountain, dozens of people were shouting in unison, pushing huge rocks down the earthen slope. On the side of the riverbed, soldiers preparing to build a water storage dam were digging up the tributaries of the water. The clanging sounds of the blacksmith shops could be heard clearly on this side.

Children, large and small, were already running around helping.

She passed through a forest on the side, and there began to be more people. It seemed that some women were coming this way to watch the fun. Shi Shi knew that there was a large flat area on this mountainside, and then she saw from a distance the soldiers who had already gathered. There were two squares in total, about a thousand people. Someone was speaking loudly in front.

"...We have cannons... Once assembled, the strongest Ping Mountain Iron Falcons of Xixia are actually not to be feared... The most worrying thing is the Xixia infantry... We... There are many mountains around, and in future battles, the infantry will be the fastest to travel on mountain roads. How to meet the enemy requires each department to... This time, it is both to rescue people and to train soldiers..."

The sound of the lecture came from afar, but Duan Su'e not far away saw her and greeted her.

"Miss Li, you've come out for a walk..."

"Sister Su'e, this is..."

"We're going to send out troops."

"Ah?"

"The Xixia army is approaching Qingjian City. We will send out two teams, each with five hundred people, to harass the besieging army from the left and right..."

"The Xixia people... are many, right?"

"Xixia has mobilized nearly 100,000 troops. Even if we mobilize all our troops, I'm afraid we won't have much chance of winning, not to mention that Old Chancellor Zhong has passed away, and we don't have anyone here who can talk to the Xixia army. These thousand people will only restrain them a little when Xixia attacks the city. The most important thing is that if the city is broken, they can block and kill the Xixia infantry in the mountains and forests, allowing the refugees to escape faster... That's all we can do."

After spending several months together, Duan Su'e also knew that Shi Shi was kind-hearted, and she whispered some of the information she knew. In fact, winter had arrived, and various winter construction projects in Little Cang River were not necessarily perfect. Even in this winter, they had to do some of the dam diversion work in preparation for the spring flood next year. Manpower was already insufficient, and it was extremely difficult to send out this thousand elite troops.

As the two spoke, they walked towards the higher part of the hillside. The valley below, the parade ground, and the formation gradually came into view. Then Shi Shi heard the shouts of thousands of people in unison. The team stood still, but even though there were only a thousand people, their morale was high and their killing intent soared!

In the distance was all white snow. The valleys and mountain gaps were separated far away, and the endless winter snow sea stretched out. The formation of a thousand people emerged from the foothills, winding like a long dragon.

Shi Shi opened her mouth slightly and exhaled white air.

Since Wu Rui rebelled half a year ago and broke through Bianliang City, and Ning Yi assassinated the emperor in court, and now the Jurchens have invaded south, breaking through Bianliang, the Central Plains are in turmoil, the Xixia people are coming south, and Old Chancellor Zhong has passed away. Even in the midst of the chaos, the morale of Wu Rui's troops in this Northwest land can still be so awe-inspiring. She had never seen such morale during the many days she defended the city under Bianliang...

Is this world, this Wu Dynasty, really going to end?

Her body swayed, and she felt dizzy in the reflected light of the white snow.

Where... should I go—

***************

Whether it was love or fear, or any of the thousands of other emotions, they could not stop what was supposed to happen. This winter, history still rolled over like a giant wheel.

In December, the Xixia people successively broke through several cities including Qingjian and Yanzhou. In the cold winter, the people of the Northwest left their homes and became displaced, and refugees scattered everywhere. Zhong Lie, the nephew of Zhong Shidao, led the remaining Western Army and was dragged down by the Jurchens on the north bank of the Yellow River, unable to escape. When Qingjian City was broken, the Zhong family ancestral hall and tombs were all destroyed. The Zhong family Western Army, which had guarded the Northwest of the Wu Dynasty for more than a hundred years and produced five generations of generals, burned out its remaining glory here.

In the capital, the turmoil and humiliation of several months continued to ferment. During the siege, the Jurchens repeatedly demanded gold, silver, and property. The Kaifeng government searched the city several times, copying the homes of wealthy and poor households in Bianliang and taking out their gold and silver to offer to the Jurchens. Including the Bianliang Palace City, almost everything had been moved away.

This was just the tip of the iceberg of the Bianliang tragedy. For several months, tens of thousands of women in Bianliang were sent into or abducted into the Jurchen army. There were thousands of empresses dowagers, empresses, concubines below the empress, palace maids, singers, and women from the homes of officials and wealthy households in the city alone. At the same time, the Jurchens also extensively searched and arrested craftsmen and young men in Bianliang as slaves.

This cycle of plundering property and arresting men and women had not stopped for several months. By the beginning of the second year, the materials originally stockpiled in Bianliang had been exhausted. After eating all the grain, the people in the city began to eat cats, dogs, and even tree bark. Countless people starved to death. The nominally still-existing Wu Dynasty court set up points in the city, allowing the people in the city to exchange property and treasures for some grain to survive, and then input these properties and treasures into the Jurchen army camp.

By March of this year, the Jurchens began to escort a large number of prisoners north. At this time, the number of women who had died as martyrs or been raped to death in the Jurchen army camp had reached tens of thousands. And along this road, the Jurchen army camp still threw out a large number of women's corpses every day after they had been tortured and humiliated.

Although later historians were more willing to record the encounters of thousands of imperial concubines, princesses, and daughters of high-ranking officials and wealthy households, or the humiliation suffered by those who were originally emperors, to show their misery. But in fact, the Jurchens showed some restraint when raping these women with a certain status. And the remaining tens of thousands of ordinary women suffered truly dog-like treatment along this road, and were often beaten to death.

Until they arrived in the territory of the Jin Kingdom, the Jurchen army had abducted more than 100,000 Han prisoners from the south this time, excluding the dead. Among these more than 100,000 people, women were reduced to prostitutes and men were filled as slaves, and all were cheaply and casually bought and sold. From the beginning of this thousand-mile blood road to the remaining years of the following years and decades, everything they experienced was truly...

Appalling!

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