Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

It's going to take a long time.

Although Yucheng is not big, it has existed as a city since thousands of years ago.

At that time, there were several heavy snows in Yucheng every year. In one night, the snow could cover the knees and go out from the house. It was white outside.

Many people don't go out, close the door, light a stove, women sit on the couch, either teasing the children, or busy with the needle and thread, occasionally look up and chat with the man who is sitting reading.

When it's not dinner time, you can only hear the sound of snow falling somewhere on the street, that's the sound, and then it's quiet again.

With the city gate open, the soldiers guarding the city gathered in a small shed. The shed was on fire, and the wine was still warm on the fire. When there was no war, they could be more relaxed.

"It's snowy. I haven't seen anyone in or out for days." The soldier rubbed his hands, took the jug and took a sip. The liquor went into his throat, from his mouth down his throat, to his belly, and lit up the heat all the way.

Comfortable and happy.

A hand over soldier just came over and brought a bag of peanuts. He picked up one and before he could chew it up and swallow it, he suddenly bumped into the speaker and said, "it's not coming."

The people in the shed looked towards the city gate one after another. A tightly wrapped scholar stepped on the snow. Behind him, a row of clear footprints spread away and disappeared at the corner of the official road.

Maybe there is a longer footprint behind the corner, but they don't have the leisure to go to have a look.

"Scholar, where are you from? Come and bake the fire The oldest soldier waved to the scholar and cried.

The scholar stepped and looked at the people in the shed. Maybe the temptation of the fire in the shed was too big. The scholar didn't hesitate for a long time and soon walked over.

Outside the shed, he shivered for a moment, bent to greet the soldiers inside, and then went in.

The soldiers moved to make room for him.

Another youngest soldier brought a book and a writing brush. He looked at the tip of the pen and muttered, "it's frozen again. I can't write until it's baked."

The soldier approached the fire with a brush, waiting for the tip to soften.

The scholar crouched down in the crowd with a cold air. He took off his hat and showed a pale and beautiful face. He laughed mildly, "I came down from the mountain and wanted to see the snow."

"Look at the snow?" Other people were surprised, and even more people burst out laughing. They said curiously, "the blood in the mountain is much better than here. Scholar, since you live in the mountain, how can snow come here to see it?"

"I'm tired of the snow on the mountain." The scholar pause for a moment, look seriously replied: "the snow here and the mountain is very different."

"Oh? What's the difference? "

Maybe it's too boring to guard the cold city gate. After a heavy snow, people seldom go out. They even have less fun to chat with.

When they meet such a strange and serious scholar, they can't help laughing and joking.

The scholar didn't seem to realize that these people were joking. He thought about it seriously and seemed to want to answer.

"Scholar, did you come down from the mountain without any danger?" The old soldier interrupted the others and asked the scholar.

The scholar's attitude towards the soldier was the same as that of other soldiers. He was not more polite because he was older. He shook his head and said: "the snow in the mountain is not dangerous except that it is difficult to walk down the mountain. But when we go down the mountain, we have friends to send us off, and we have a good journey."