Liu Fang's feet, deeper and shallower, stepped on the thick snow, squeaking.

At this moment, his body became cold. Even though he was in a state of movement because of the snowy road, he had a little heat, but in the face of this biting temperature, he became extremely insignificant.

Liu Fang didn't care about Chang'an or Chang'an. His only thought was to find a place to keep the cold.

Fortunately, I brought a lighter with me because of smoking, which was a blessing in disguise.

The mountains and fields are covered with heavy snow in winter, and the trees are also added with an indispensable whiteness.

He stood proudly in the vast earth in silver. In the north wind, Liu Fang didn't dare to stop for a moment. It was still during the day, but if it was at night, the temperature would only be lower.

He wore it from summer to Lajiu Hantian, and he had a thin black public outfit, wrapped in the so-called riot-proof outfit, which was actually a layer of armor. This thing only absorbed heat and did not keep warm.

Liu Fang knew that he could never stop without finding a suitable place to keep warm.

His body must be in a state of movement, and only in this way can the blood accelerate circulation and prevent the limbs from being stiff and freezing.

The cold wind of the north wind blew across Liu Fang's chest and lungs, freezing Liu Fang's other thoughts with the coldness of the frozen gullies.

The cold wind is biting, piercing the soul like a needle, the mountains are trembling, the river is frozen stiff, and the air is about to solidify.

From time to time, the writhing of wild beasts came from the distance, and the seemingly harsh cold also made these animals sigh heavily.

This made Liu Fang feel alert. In addition to facing the biting cold wind, he also had to be careful of the attacks of wild animals.

Subconsciously, he clasped his hands together while walking, and kept rubbing his breath, hoping to keep his hands flexible and not delay his speed of drawing the sword.

It was not long before, it was dusk.

The red glow in the sky gradually fades away.

A heavy snow, the weather is cold and the ground is sad. In the dark evening of winter, in the dark sky, the snow is mixed with the howling wind, falling.

The biting cold air seems to invisibly separate people's courage and passion, leaving only the cowardice in people.

I saw an old man with a wrinkled face and a white beard driving a carriage in the cold wind.

This person wears a wind hat, the so-called wind hat, with double layers inside and outside, and a cotton wool is incorporated in the middle.

This object is in the shape of a cloth bag, so it is also called a Fengbao. There are hats and skirts hanging down on the back and sides of the hat. Because the hats and skirts are long and drooping, they can protect both ears and shoulders, and are also called long hats.

This man was wearing a rough pounding clothes, and the reason why he was called pounding clothes was because there was no cotton at this time.

The pounding clothes are made of hemp, especially in winter, when the air leaks, in order to keep the cold, thick inner flesh must be stuffed inside.

People at this time, they have a good family background and wear silk and camel hair.

Poor families can only stuff them with hemp, reed hair, etc.

The texture of the erectile wool is hard and must be beaten until soft, applied, and beaten until it is connected together to keep warm.

Then, whenever autumn and winter approach, every household will pound the hemp reeds, and there are poems and clouds. Chang'an has a moon and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes. The autumn wind cannot be blown away, and it is always the love of the jade gate. When will the barbarians be pacified and the good people stop expedition?

The old man was thin, his torso was as thin as a fire, his cheeks were high and convex, and his skin was dark. He was shaking. He sat in front of the carriage, waving a whip in a carriage, wearing a pounding clothes with a stitching, and his head kept stuffing his head to his neck. He was obviously a miserable person.

He shouted, whipped in his hands, and drove the carriage.

The back of the raised right hand was extremely rough, and the flesh was red and covered with frostbite.

In addition to the old man who drove the carriage, there was another person in the carriage where the man drove. This man was wearing silk, wearing a wind bag, and was covered with bedding inside the carriage. He was sleeping in the bed and resting.

It looked like a squirrel wrapped in its tail during the winter.

The cold wind whistled, and accidentally scraped the curtains on one side of the carriage. In an instant, the cold wind blew in, which made the person hiding in the quilt shudder.

The man immediately stood up and looked at the person who looked about fifteen or sixteen. He had a big round face and a beard on the corner of his mouth, but it was delicate fluff.

Just as he was about to re-button the curtains were about to be locked again, a sudden bump was shaking. The man was shocked and shouted like a frightened bird: "What's the matter?"

But when he heard the driver driving, he shouted outside: "Young Master, don't be surprised, you have a corpse!"

This made the young man feel cold in his heart. I have encountered such a situation along the way.

I watched the carriage pass by, and under the wooden wheels, two ruts left on the snow, which were crooked and stretched to the distance.

And inside the ruts are frozen corpses crawling on the ground.

The body was messy, shriveled, fuzzy, and covered in white bones.

The torn clothes and broken limbs were obviously pedestrians who were frozen to death on the road, and their flesh and blood had long been eaten by passing beasts.

The old coachman who was driving had a tight face and said nothing until he was a hundred meters away from the corpse. His old face was full of helplessness, as if he was sighing, and he said with lingering fear: "Since the saint died in April, this world has become less and worse than before. I didn't expect that my Tang Dynasty would become like this!

I remember how glorious the saint was when he was young.

Unexpectedly, he became like this in a blink of an eye.

If you want to blame, blame the demon concubine, who confuses the king, and it will not make this great country look like this now.

I have been driving a car for the rest of my life. When I was young, I had never seen so many dead people on the road?

I feel sorry for these people, and I am taking this path and making it cheaper for those passing animals. I don’t know when my Tang Dynasty will be able to restore its former prestige!”

These words seemed to have aroused the words of the young man in the car. The man sighed in the car: "You can't blame Yang Yuhuan all for that. The woman is dead. I want me to say that it was the sin that the saint himself committed.

Who is not good to believe in? But I just follow the person who is called An Lushan!

By the way, my father-in-law, I see it’s almost dark, and it’s inevitable that I will encounter evil spirits on this night. Where can you go?"

"Don't worry, young master, there is a mountain temple three miles ahead, so we can spend the night there."

Hearing this, the person in the car muttered, "That's good, that's good, I'm afraid that there will be some evil spirits on the way!"

Suddenly, the wheels creaked and the snow on the ground was raised!

"Well—!!!!"

The father-in-law tied the reins and immediately shouted: "Who is it!"

Hearing this, the young man was originally lying in the bed, showing a shocked look on his face, and immediately got up without saying a word, unsheathing the long sword on his waist, and sternly said: "What's the matter!"

I saw a tall young man beside the trail, hunched over and trembling, "Don't...I'm afraid...I need your help..."

When the father-in-law looked at the man, he was wearing a strange outfit that looked like armor, especially when he saw three long swords around the man's waist.
Chapter completed!