Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 25 Holding a wine flask as an invitation
  In the distant sky, the ancient battlefield that originated hundreds of years ago slowly emerged.

First, one cavalry jumped out of the black mist, then ten cavalry, then a hundred cavalry, a thousand cavalry, ten thousand cavalry. After just a few breaths, a huge cavalry rushed out of the black mist.
  "Look! What is that in the sky!?"

"There is an army in the sky!"

Looking at the sky, one of the escorts said in shock.

Uncle Xu, an old traveler who has walked this road all year round, looked at this scene and said with a smile:
  "Every year during the Cold Food Festival, there will be such a scene on this sky. It can be said to be a wonder of Qingping County. It is really strange to see it for the first time."

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On the other side of the sky, there is also a killing cavalry army. The difference is that this cavalry army is all wearing white armor, and under their seats are all white horses with silver saddles. The eyes of everyone in the caravan are fixed on this scene. , resting on the gun-wielding woman riding a white horse at the front——

She was wearing an iron mask, silver armor, holding a bronze spear, and stared ahead with cold eyes.
  "Who is that female general?"

The young prince pressed the strings and asked softly.

Lu Chenran looked at the female general with a complicated expression, unable to see her face clearly due to the iron mask.

"The former North Border Marquis, An Daoyun."

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The young prince said "Oh" and looked at the sky.

It was snowing on the ground and the moon was hanging. Although it was silent at this time, the sound of horse hooves like rolling thunder seemed to be heard in everyone's ears——

The cavalry on both sides charged like a tidal wave. The sky trembled under the trampling of horse hooves, and smoke filled the air. After a moment, the two cavalry collided with each other, and it was very painful.

In this scene, all the people watching the mirage turned pale and their minds were shaken. In this scene, they were as small as a leaf of duckweed.

Accompanied by the clanking sound of the Jiao Tongqin on the young prince's lap, the silver-armored female general rushed into the rebel army, dancing with a spear in her hand. People died and fell from their horses at all times.

Even without those shouts of death, horse hooves, neighing, and dying groans, it is still a tragic and tragic scene.

Everyone in the caravan held their breath and silently looked at the mirage left behind hundreds of years ago.

The female general won this battle.

She took out a jug of wine from her waist. Her silver armor shone in the moonlight, and her cold eyes beneath the iron face stared silently into the distance.

The deep gaze passed through the thick historical years, passed through the distant sky, and merged with the fox fur young master on the ground.

Lu Chenran looked at her blankly. These eyes were very familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen them before.

She turned over and dismounted, holding the wine bottle to her cold lips. Then, with one hand, she grabbed the air on a winter plum in front of the shed where Lu Chenran was.

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The cold wind howled and swirled around the plum blossoms.

A few pieces of cold plum flew slowly, and in the eyes of everyone, they were pulled by an invisible force and fell directly into Mr. Lu's cup of warm wine.

At this moment, everything around was so quiet and the plum blossoms were blooming proudly.

The sonorous music of the little prince gradually and slowly wrapped around the empty valley, lingering in thought. Lu Chenran stared at the cold plums in the cup, raised his head and stared at the silver-armored female general.

Her mouth was slightly open, as if she had crossed the distant river of history, and she was murmuring softly.

From the corners of her lips, Lawrence Lu seemed to read two words:
  'Thanks'

--Thanks? Is it a word of thanks for the poems he mentioned under the Morning Monument?
  With a leisurely look in her eyes, she held the wine bottle tightly in her hands and faced the fox-furred young man on the ground:
  Holding a wine flask as an invitation——

Everyone in the caravan looked at that scene in disbelief.

He looked at the female general who was raising a glass to invite wine in the sky, and at Mr. Lu who was holding warm wine by the fire in return. For a long time, there was no sound.
  Lu Chenran took a deep breath, raised the glass with both hands, drank the last sip of wine in the glass with the help of the few winter plum leaves, slowly raised his head, and then stood up, the snow in the sky blew on his face, Stand calmly:

"To the general."

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One drink and the pot is empty.

Then, she threw the wine bottle on the battlefield littered with corpses, turned around, and her silver armor was as bright as snow.
  The mirage disappeared into the darkness of the sky.

Drunk at night.

A foot trader swallowed hard, looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief, and tentatively said:

"Uncle Xu, did the general toast the mirage during the Cold Food Festival in the past?"

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Uncle Xu also looked confused.

He has been walking on this official road in Jiamu County for more than 20 years, and is very familiar with this mirage. The mirage on the sky will always be that eternal scene, recording that tragic history.
  He was familiar with it and could tell when the female general wielding a bronze spear cut off the enemy's skull, and when she raised the bronze spear in her hand to the sky, declaring victory.

However, he had never seen the cold eyes of the female general, nor the pot of wine on her waist, nor her gesture of holding the wine pot as an invitation——

"I've been on this road since I was a kid, and I've never seen this."

He looked at the fox fur young master with a complicated expression and murmured to himself:

"Mr. Lu is a strange person."

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In the wind and snow, Mr. Lu was sitting by the fire again, still holding warm wine in his hand, with a gentle face, as if everything just now did not exist.
  Hushan God's tiger eyes widened, his mouth opened wide and he gasped, looking at the scene in front of him in horror.

Having practiced cultivation in Fox Mountain for more than two hundred years, how could it not know the identity of the female general recorded in the mirage?
  ——That’s the City God of Jiamu County, An Chenghuang!
  Even if An Chenghuang met Mr. Lu, would he still give Mr. Lu three cents of noodles?

Who is Mr. Lu?

Li Zijun silently stroked the Jiao Tongqin in his hand, looked at Brother Lu with a complicated expression, and said softly:

"Brother Lu, do you know that General An?"

Lu Chenran smiled and shook his head gently.

"We don't know each other."

"Then why did the female general invite you to drink?"

Lu Chenran blinked his eyes, the smell of alcohol was on his face, his face was like red jade, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

The cheeks were slightly bulging, and there were a few pieces of cold plum in them. The strong sour taste washed away the heavy drunkenness. He thought quietly, and then smiled and said:

"Probably, I gave enough respect to the soldiers under the monuments in the tomb."

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"Oh I got it."

Lu Chenran drank the warm wine in the cup in one gulp.

In his mind, the title page of a golden book slowly emerged:

[Becoming acquainted with Yiye Hanmei: (0/5)]

[The cold plums of Qingping County can be drunk after drinking a thousand cups, and they will be clear when spitted out. 】

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(End of this chapter)