See Jiangshan

This farewell was extremely simple, because Cheng Qianren believed that Chaoge Que would come back.He felt a little uneasy when he thought that Zhuliu might appear at any time and make things more variable.But the other party's aura had dissipated, so he could only go to find Fu Keji according to the original plan.

"Master Fu Shan is in the West Pavilion."

Huaiqing led him there, along the way he met disciples of the sect and generals from the army from time to time, they all stopped to salute him cautiously.

After the killing last night, Cheng Qianren became calmer, and others felt more unfathomable and awed.

It is said to be Xiting, but it is secluded and simple, more like a grass shed.There are two people in the pavilion, a small red clay stove, warming wine on the stove, and the aroma is overflowing.

Cheng Qianren smiled and said, "Waiting for someone?"

Fu Keji: "Waiting for others, not for you."

Qiu Bei said slowly: "But since you're here, let's sit down and drink together."

"Old Fu, I was in a hurry last night and didn't discuss it with you. It was my fault."

After Cheng Qianren said this, he felt that the aura around the other party was obviously relaxed.This kind of change is not easy to detect, after all, Fu Shanzhu, as a ruthless sword cultivator, is normal with an expressionless face.

Fu Keji: "Are you okay?"

This sentence is a greeting to the injury.

"It's okay." Cheng Qianren: "I have to do something, and I may leave for a while."

Qiu Bei was surprised: "Are you talking with him?"

Fu Keji: "Oh."

He didn't ask Cheng Qianren what to do or how long to go.Just like the other party said that they want to retreat and break through, it's useless to have a hundred reasons why they can't do it.

Now that the mind has been made up and the dissuasion is redundant, what can I do, I can only say an 'oh'.

Embarrassed by his 'oh', Cheng Qianren changed the subject: "Who did you date?"

Qiu Bei: "His name is Bai Xianhe, the chief staff officer of the Zhendong Army. He is an old friend."

They had an old friendship in the past, and they will work together in Baixueguan in the future. They have the same goal in a short period of time, and they have to talk in public and private.

This is different from sitting in a military tent or standing on the top of a wall to talk. The best place is quiet, and it is best to have wine on the stove.

Cheng Qianren: "I happen to want to see him too. Let's wait together."

The aroma of wine floated in the cold air.A branch of wild plum blooms quietly in the corner.

Not long after, Jiange disciples led one person into the hospital.The man was wearing a dark blue crane suit, which was rarely seen in the army as a scribe.Holding a bamboo bone umbrella, it floats in the wind and snow, and the white crane in the hem of the clothes is lifelike, flapping its wings to fly.

He looks like an idle fairy.

He politely bid farewell to the two disciples, walked into the thatched hut, Shi Shiran put away his umbrella, said to Fu Keji and Qiu Bei, "Don't come here without any problems", then turned to Cheng Qianren and said, "This is Master Cheng Shan?"

Cheng Qianren nodded, saw that his eyes were covered with white silk, and said, "I am."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The man chuckled, "I'm not blind. I'm just fainted with blood. But it's inevitable that there will be blood in this place."

After finishing speaking, he untied the white silk, revealing a pair of eyebrows and eyes, as light as distant mountains.

Cheng Qianren was startled, and finally understood Wen Le's 'innocuous little problem'.

The cultivator was dizzy, it seemed like this was the first time he had met him.

There was a red-tasseled gun and countless human lives between them, but the meeting was very natural, and it was a matter of course.Since the other party didn't mind, Cheng Qianren had no reason to mind.

"Uninvited. Excuse me."

Bai Xianhe smiled and said, "The Mountain Lord won't come today, I'm going to see the Mountain Lord too."

The four toasted and drank together.

The wine from Baixueguan, drawn from the Cangjiang River, is as strong as a blade.

They talked about the battle situation in the east and southwest, about the demon clan and the demon king, and also talked about the old affairs of the imperial capital.

Fu Keji speaks little, Bai Xianhe is good at talking, Qiu Bei speaks slowly, and Cheng Qianren is somewhere in between.When there are no opposing positions and obvious differences, the atmosphere of the conversation is relaxed and pleasant.

Until Bai Xianhe said: "You are Huajian Xuejiang's friend, has he ever told you about a jar of wine?"

Cheng Qianren: "When he left the imperial capital, someone did give him a jar of good wine."

The wine was exactly the altar where Yesha Muyun Lake opened, and he didn't know if the other party had other meanings when he asked at this time.

Bai Xianhe waved his hand: "Who wants to send him off? I'm sending it to the girl Qiuyue from Huaijin Lake, and I'm giving the wine to the beauty. Qiuyue sent it to him. She was afraid that he would refuse, so she just borrowed my name. I knew it would fall into the snow among the flowers." In my hand, I might as well drink it myself."

He looked regretful: "That's Changlefang's 'Dream Millennium'. You can't drink such good wine now."

Cheng Qianren smiled and said: "If one day we go to the imperial capital together, I will pay you an altar for him."

Bai Xianhe shook his head: "Not anymore."

"what?"

"The imperial court's conscription order was issued. The youngest son of the wine shop owner went to join the army and died in the Southwest battlefield the year before last. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man to the owner. He burned the wine cellar crazily and died of grief."

Gu Xuejiang fought a raid that year. For the sake of marching speed, she abandoned the wounded and galloped like the wind to win three cities in a row within one month.The battle was won, and the Shenwu Army also suffered heavy losses.When the news reached the imperial capital, every family held a funeral and every family wore mourning.The imperial court allocated three times the pension to suppress this matter.

The rebels hated him to the core, and the people of the imperial capital didn't necessarily like him.

Bai Xianhe looked at Feixue: "He owes me a jug of wine after all."

Cheng Qianren was silent.

Bai Xianhe fastened the white silk in front of his eyes again, got up to say goodbye, and said with a smile: "The road is slippery in snowy weather, would Master Cheng Shan give me a ride?"

Qiu Bei and Fu Keji frowned at him, silently expressing "Are you sick?".

The two were walking on a secluded path, the sky was covered with lead clouds, and the strong wind rolled up fine snow flakes.

Cheng Qianren said suddenly: "Thank you."

"I didn't believe her. The marshal told me to trust Princess Wen Le's decision." Bai Xianhe waved his hand: "I really want to thank you, but I want to thank you for letting Biyun Hongying return to my hands."

Cheng Qianren frowned: "You people from the imperial capital, everything at home is in a mess."

Bai Xianhe laughed loudly: "Don't talk about those messy things."

Although he has a public position, he has no scruples when speaking: "The demon king in the east is dead, and the two anti-kings in the Central Plains have been beaten by the Shenwu army. The current situation seems to be bright and smooth for the dynasty, but it is actually extremely dangerous. Years of wars have consumed the national treasury, hurt farmers, and demoralized the people..."

"The Zhendong Army is an important weapon for suppressing the country, and there should be no chaos. Stealing the sky and changing the day is better than changing the day and changing the day."

Cheng Qianren thought, so you wrote those four words on the snow?But Xu Ran was terrified.

"Once the devil king died, most people in the world didn't know the situation of the battle in the east, and they still set off firecrackers and wrote articles to celebrate. It won't cause the people's hearts to slacken."

He felt that the other party was too pessimistic.

Bai Xianhe smiled in a half-smile: "The hearts of the people are the hearts of the people of the dynasty? The sage is old and ignores political affairs, and the crown prince is in vain. People in the world only know that there is a venerable in the Chaoci Palace, but they don't know that there is an emperor in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Ding Sheng, if he doesn't want this situation to continue, he has to do something..."

Cheng Qianren thought helplessly, how could he have time to do other things, so he ran towards Ge Que to kill the Demon King again.

The path had come to an end, and Jiange disciples who were waiting not far away saw them and came forward.

What should be said has already been said, the two bowed slightly to salute, and parted.

Cheng Qianren turned back again.The aroma of the wine hadn't dissipated yet, the fire on the stone table was extinguished, and the wine was also cold.

"He used to have a good relationship with Gu Xuejiang, right?"

Fu Keji was slightly taken aback: "Of course not."

As the only craftsman and an honest person, Qiu Bei couldn't bear to see Cheng Qianren's confused face: "Although people say that people are not good behind their backs, some things are very interesting, and I don't mind talking about them."

Cheng Qianren poured him wine.

"His original name was Bai Yulou, and he was very particular about maintaining his hair and skin. Every time he played polo, he had to wear a net mask to protect his face. Huajian Xuejiang nicknamed him Bai Meiren. He also thought the name 'Yulou' was too tacky. Changed to Bai Xianhe, let us call him Xianhe. After a while, we changed to call him White Cormorant."

Cheng Qianren laughed in his heart that this was too childish: "Although cranes and cormorants are both birds, but the feathers are one white and one black, how are they similar?"

"The cormorant is kept by the fisherman and is also called the osprey. Whenever it returns with a full load, the fisherman will pinch its neck to make it spit out the fish."

Qiu Bei slowly explained, "Because the beautiful girl Bai Xianhe likes, as long as he takes him to Huaijin Lake for a boat trip, he will fall in love with the owner of Huajian Lake. That's why we say that Huajian Xuejiang is a fisherman who reaps the benefits of a fisherman. , Bai Xianhe is a cormorant who stands on the bow and makes wedding dresses for others."

Cheng Qianren sighed: "You guys are so bad..."

When he was young, Bai Xianhe was naturally unwilling to pay attention to Gu Xuejiang, and Gu Xuejiang couldn't bear to ask for peace.Come and go again and again, but forge a grudge.

Qiu Bei: "No, the cormorant was originally just old Fu's cold joke. It was only after Yuan Shang went to study that it became known to everyone."

Qiu Bei stopped suddenly when he said this.

Cheng Qianren knew why he didn't say anything. After drinking the last glass of wine, he set off for the Dongchuan Mountains.

***

On the day when Lin Duzhi entered Chaoguang City, the thick cloud layer seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword, and the sunlight shone down lightly, making this eastern city finally worthy of its name.

People look at him like an auspicious omen, saying that the Living Bodhisattva saves people and helps the world, has great merits and virtues, and can "see the sun through the clouds".The generals of the army went out of the city to wait, and the people in the city lined up to welcome them.

It is said that the road is in the middle of the road, the doors of the restaurants and post houses have already been closed, and half of the huge city is empty.

Lin Duzhi asked, "Who are these people?"

In addition to soldiers and generals, there were ordinary people in the city who did not wear armor, but only carried crude weapons such as iron forks and wooden sticks.

The officer who greeted him replied: "It's the militia. Farmers, fishermen, hunters, carpenters, everyone."

After the war began, the imperial court arranged for the residents of the eastern border to move to the south of the pass, but most of the young and middle-aged people were unwilling to leave.

They don't understand the strategic position and historical significance of Chaoguang City, but compared to the knowledgeable Central Plains people, Dongchuan people who have lived here for generations know better that the Zhendong Army is not invincible, and Baixue Pass is not really impenetrable.

Lin Duzhi took a blind boy with him. The child held a bamboo stick in one hand and pulled his clothes with the other, following every step.

When going up the steps, the officer helped him, and the child whispered, "Thank you."

The officer felt a softness in his heart and rubbed his head.

The demon king Bo Xun helped Lin Duzhi take care of the patients along the way, and often encountered such situations. When the human race expressed pity and praise for the cubs, they liked this kind of action very much.

Now he was lying by the window, watching the militiamen rushing to and fro in the street.

People are always busy, busy with life, and busy with death.Unlike our demons, who have a long life and innate talent.

They are weak and tenacious, no matter how hard the world is and how many disasters they encounter, as long as a little fire is not extinguished, they will still be full of vitality in just a few decades.In the face of behemoths, pick up a hoe and fight hard.

"That's great," he said.

How interesting.

Lin Duzhi: "What?"

Lin Xiaomiao buried her head in his arms: "I feel that the people who followed us secretly left."

Lin Du was startled: "Don't be afraid, those people have no malicious intentions."

After taking in Xiaomiao, he diverted his route to the east, just in time for a large wave of refugees moving south, and the road was full of chaos.

The guards around Gu Xuejiang became passers-by resting under trees three to five miles away, or rangers drinking horses by the river across a river.Far away, never disturbing, only a shadow can be seen faintly at the end of the line of sight.It wasn't until they walked safely into Chaoguang City that they disappeared completely.

"Although I haven't met him, I think you treat him differently."

Lin Duzhi: "What's different?"

"It's different from your patients." Lin Xiaomiao tugged on Lin Duzhi's sleeve, "Tell me more about him."

Apart from Buddhist scriptures, Lin Duzhi didn't have any bedtime stories to coax the children, so he mostly let him tell a few old stories about Nanyang City, such as Gu Xuejiang.

But today he doesn't want to talk about it.

"You have extraordinary wisdom, and you have learned Buddhist principles and medical skills very well. In time, your attainments will definitely be better than mine. Don't rely too much on me."

Although Xiaomiao has the blood of the demon clan, under the upbringing, he has grown into a kind, intelligent, and polite child. Lin Duzhi thought that when he could stand on his own, this fate should be over.

The child raised his face and asked in a low voice, "Are you leaving me? Where are you going?"

"Not for the time being." Lin Duzhi touched Xiaomiao's head: "Master said that I will go to the world once, and then return to Penglai Island. I will be formally shaved. When I convert to Buddhism... I will finally give up all attachments. But sooner or later thing."

He didn't know what to think of, and his eyes fell on nothingness.

I didn't see the indifference and coldness that didn't belong to human beings on the children's faces.

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