Hu Yantu stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Mingzhu. Mingzhu kicked him. Hu Yantu went to the side of his body, dodged and said to her, "They will come up soon."

As if to confirm what he said, a team of soldiers walked to the back mountain with bows and arrows. Since they were camping in the Taoist temple to block the snow, they had to give the coach some wild game back.

In this weather, drink some wine, stew some meat, and wait until the snow stops before the army will leave.

Mingzhu glanced at him in dissatisfaction, followed him up the mountain obediently, and was taken to the stone cave in the back mountain by him.

There are also a few bags of food hidden in the small-mouthed pot in the stone cave. The wall is engraved with scriptures, which is a place where Taoists face the wall to practice.

"How did you know there is this place?"

"It has not snowed yet when I came." The snow covered the path to the stone chamber at the foot of the mountain, and they hid here for the time being.

"You're waiting here." Hu Yantu walked to the entrance of the cave and paused slightly, "Don't go out and seek death."

Mingzhu is naturally not stupid. She knew that Hu Yantu was warning her that she would not think about running away at this time. If it fell into the hands of the Dazhao army, it would be as bad as she knew whether she was the princess or not.

Mingzhu watched him go away, and did not dare to burn firewood and light the lamps. She just waited in the empty room, not knowing how Aunt Hu and Xiao Huzi were doing.

The women who fled in the hall, with a little color, were left to serve the generals of the army.

Aunt Hu's appearance was destroyed and should have been driven out of the hall, but the soldiers kicked her down the casserole where she stewed the soup. Although the soup was drunk, there was still a layer of chicken oil on the bottom of the pot.

The soldier pressed and held her down: "You go and make some exquisite side dishes and serve the general."

Aunt Hu was driven to the kitchen with Xiao Huzi in her arms. She carried Xiao Huzi on her body, steamed bacon soft cakes, and waited for the soldiers to catch the pheasant and stew the soup.

Hu Yantu looked at the Taoist temple from the mountain, and hundreds of people were unable to penetrate the Taoist temple inside and outside, so he could not get in.

Hu Yantu's eyes turned back to the mountain, and the small group of people came out to hunt, just in time to start.

He stripped a soldier's clothes and caught a grouse. There were so many people in a camp that couldn't disguise themselves and could not recognize him. He went into the kitchen openly. When he saw someone in the kitchen, he took down the mountain for Aunt Hu and took off his feathers.

The kitchen is very close to the back hall, and from time to time, a woman screams come out.

When this group of people left, those women could not survive. People's lives were like grass in troubled times, and they would die if they died.

As soon as the back hall shouted, Aunt Hu covered Xiao Huzi's ears. She steamed the steamed buns and stuffed them one for Hu Yantu, blinking at Hu Yantu.

She recognized Hu Yantu, and she thought Hu Yantu was Mingzhu's companion.

But there was someone else in the kitchen, so she pretended not to know it and took advantage of the opportunity to hand over the steamed buns to order a bucket beside the stove.

While the entire military camp was having a meal, she pretended to go to fetch water, held Hu Zi and came to the edge of the well platform.

Hu Yantu had been waiting for her there for a long time, and he thought in his heart that this woman was very smart and knew to find a chance for herself to take her back to the stone cave in the back mountain.

When Aunt Hu was about to reach the cave, she suddenly reached out and pointed.

Hu Yantu looked along her fingertips and saw a cluster of red camellia in the snow.

The camellia did not wither withered by frost, but became more and more colorful. Seeing that Hu Yantu was unclear, she picked one and stuffed it into Hu Yantu's hand, and signaled him to give it to Mingzhu.

Hu Yantu was so angry that he would not reach out to receive flowers, bring Aunt Hu and Xiao Huzi back to the cave, and raise a fire in the cave.

Mingzhu lived in Aunt Hu, and Aunt Hu handed her the camellia with ice flowers in her hand.

Mingzhu pinched the flower and blinked.

Aunt Hu pointed at the entrance of the cave again, indicating that it was given to her by Hu Yantu, who was covering up his tracks while the snow was snowing.

The soldiers only knew that they had escaped an ugly-faced woman. No one came out to look for her because of such heavy snow.

Mingzhu wanted to throw away the flowers as soon as she let go. Aunt Hu pulled her and put the flowers on the table for her. She thought they were little lovers and quarreled.

A fire lit up in the cave, and the red light shone a warm feeling in the cave, and also illuminated the stone scriptures in the cave.

Aunt Hu took out a cloth bag containing noodles and bacon, and handed it to Mingzhu. Mingzhu ate half of it and gave half of it to Hu Yantu. He lifted his eyelids and couldn't even look at it. He wouldn't eat anything of unknown origin.

Aunt Hu didn't mind. She held Xiaohuzi in her arms and sang songs lightly. Mingzhu sat beside her, holding her cheek and listening.

This song was the first time Aunt Hu hummed. She couldn't speak, so she made a tone from her throat. The tune was long and endless sadness. She coaxed Hu Zi while humming.

Mingzhu had never heard of it, but after listening for a moment, she lowered her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

Hu Yantu was originally against the wall, but the tone was together. He was stunned at first, then trembled all over and looked at Aunt Hu.

He was already seven years old when he left his mother. For more than ten years, he has firmly remembered his mother's appearance and this song.

Aunt Hu covered her face with a black cloth, and could only cover the scars under her eyes. There was also a knife wound between her forehead and nose. After the injury was healed, the scars were wrapped around her face like earthworms.

Hu Yantu walked to the side of the fire, and Mingzhu looked at him.

Seeing his fists clenched tightly, he shivered and his body shrank back: "Hu...Hu Yantu, what's wrong with you?"

The singing stopped abruptly, and Aunt Hu leaned back, as if she was hit by someone in the face of pain. Then tears burst out from her eyes. She opened her mouth and said "ah" twice, wanting to speak, but she couldn't make a sound.

Hu Yantu reached out his hand and touched Aunt Hu's face towel with his fingertips, shivering and stagnating.

Aunt Hu took off the facial scarf, and there were at least seventeen or eighteen knife marks on her face, not having a good piece of flesh, her lips turned outward, and her nose bridge was broken and she took it again.

Hu Yantu sobbed, tore off the mask, wiped it randomly with his sleeves, revealing his true face.

As soon as Aunt Hu saw his face, she recognized her son. She held his face with her big hands tremblingly, touched the tattoo on his forehead, which was only available to foreign slaves.

Aunt Hu opened her mouth with a "ah" and Hu Yantu saw her tongue breaking, as if she was struck by lightning.

He suddenly stood up and left the stone house like a gust of wind.

Mingzhu chased her out, but Hu Yantu ran very fast. He held the knife and ran to the road, slashing and killing, killing more than ten people in an instant.

Mingzhu stopped in front of the woods and stared blankly, trying to stop it, but not knowing how to stop it.

Soon all the soldiers in the front hall came over. Hu Yantu had many knives on his back. He seemed to be crazy, and he threw out the talisman poison needles one by one.

Mingzhu was panicked, her cheeks were filled with tears, and a gray shadow flashed by her side, and Aunt Hu put Xiaohuzi in her arms.

He picked up a knife and rushed into the killing formation.

Seeing that the mother and son were captured at all their might, a wind suddenly rolled up in the sky. The gust of wind came and slapped the soldiers surrounding Huyantu and his son.

One of them shouted: "It's Xie Xuan! It's Xie Xuan!"

Mingzhu naturally heard of Xie Xuan's reputation as the devil Xie. They spread Xie Xuan so magical, saying that he could shake the mountains and rivers, saying that he could reverse the cold and heat, and some said that he held 100,000 demon soldiers.

They occasionally passed by the bookstore on the road, and there were also stories about Xie Xuan killing Ziwei Zhenren and trampling on Ziwei Palace.

Mingzhu always thought that it was nonsense. No matter how powerful Xiaoxiao and Xie Xuan were, how could they beat Ziwei Zhenren? She always thought that Ziwei Zhenren was killed by the new emperor.

The new emperor had long wanted to clean up the Taoist sect and found a reason to clear the Taoist temples in the world.

But she didn't expect that Xie Xuan could really come to control the wind.

A young man stood on the wind ball, and he held a woman in a fox fur in his arms.

It was just now that the wind and snow were blowing heavily. As soon as he stopped, the wind stopped. The moon was like a storm, reflecting the snow, and the sky was covered with frost and white.

The soldiers ran away, but Huyantu refused to let them go. It was these people who destroyed his homeland and insulted his mother. He killed one after another.

Xie Xuan frowned, stretched out his palm, picked up Hu Yantu, and threw him into the snow pile at Mingzhu's feet.

Hu Yantu refused to stop, but he had already tried his best. The hilt of the knife was cut off, so he killed people with a broken knife, his hands full of blood.

He got up and wanted to kill people. With a crisp "bang", Mingzhu stood in front of him and raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

She burst into tears, and she couldn't wake up, so she slapped her again. Hu Yantu really calmed down and knelt down in the snow. Aunt Hu hugged her son behind her and cried silently.

The two slaps Mingzhu used all his strength, his palms were numb, and the crying of the little tiger in his arms was shocking.

Xie Xuan hugged Xiaoxiao and fell into the forest. He looked at Mingzhu, then at Aunt Hu, and finally looked at Hu Yantu.

Doudou came out of the little fox fur, and it recognized Mingzhu and shook its head at Mingzhu.
Chapter completed!