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The two doors collapsed, and then the threshold and the brick wall cracked like spider webs from the ground to the beams and columns, and the cracks spread rapidly.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and Cheng Qianren stood still among the broken tiles with his sword in hand.

The whole courtyard collapsed, and Jiange disciples heard the sound and came out to look around. The violent sword intent in mid-air was still floating in the air.Under the terrifying power of Shengui Piyi, people stood far away, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was tense.

The crowd gathered more and more, and it was not until Fu Keji and Qiu Bei appeared that they spontaneously made way for a passage.

Master Fu Shan said, "Let's all go back."

Cheng Qianren raised his eyes and said expressionlessly: "What are you doing? You think I'm out of control and want to arrest me?"

"I can't catch you." Fu Keji put his long sword back into its sheath and explained, "I was practicing sword just now."

"I'm making talismans." Qiu Bei put away the talismans in his hand.

So Cheng Qianren also withdrew his sword.The tense scene immediately eased.

He even asked politely: "Have you eaten, sit down as you please."

Qiu Bei stared at the ruined walls in silence, cleaned up half of the broken beams, lifted his clothes and sat down.

The movement here couldn't be suppressed. Overnight, everyone knew that Cheng Qianren walked away from the Xuanzhi banquet, and swung a sword in the middle of the night, and the aftermath was earth-shattering.There were endless speculations from all sides, and the most common one was that he thought of traveling all over the world and suffering hardships all these years, but the Holy Majesty didn't call him back to the palace until today, and he felt resentful.

Startled by the sword intent, Xu Ran hurried over.She was depressed because of the transfer, and just went to find Bai Xianhe for a drink, so Bai Xianhe also came.

Five people with different painting styles sat side by side on the broken beam.

Fu Keji first broke the silence: "If you are worrying about your identity, you don't have to. You are my friend first, then the Jiange Mountain Lord, and finally someone else. I don't blame you for hiding it from me."

Cheng Qianren: "Would you believe me if I said that I don't remember anything?"

Xu Ran: "I believe it. When you took your brother with you, you took care of it carefully. You can't wait for a penny to be counted in half. You are used to being poor at first sight."

The royal family can't afford poverty.

Cheng Qianren shook his head helplessly: "The most annoying thing right now is not 'who am I', but 'what should I do', I don't want to be pushed around, but I'm not strong enough, even if I don't compromise with someone, I can't avoid compromising with the overall situation .Is there no two-way policy in the world, must do something against the heart? If I force someone to join me, this person is neither innocent nor innocent; I want to treat him better, but also want to get rid of his Calculate, am I an asshole?"

The more he talked, the more confused he felt, and he gave up on himself: "Did I make it clear? Do you understand?!"

Fu Keji was very shameless: "I don't understand."

Qiu Bei: "What absurd script have you been reading lately?"

For example, the domineering immortal teacher essay that was popular in the practice world for a while.

Bai Xianhe bumped into Xu Ran: "You lent him the script? How could you lend him the script!"

Xu Ran: "I didn't, don't spit blood!"

Cheng Qianren held his forehead silently.

Life is more absurd than the script, if this is not a fantasy world, I would have called the police [-] times.

He got up and dusted off the hem of his clothes: "Let's go."

Xu Ran: "Hey, what are you doing! You have to control yourself!"

Cheng Qianren walked away in the blink of an eye, only a helpless voice came: "I'll go and apologize to everyone."

Fu Keji: "He should calm down."

Bai Xianhe sighed: "Until now, he still doesn't look like a big shot."

The first time he met Cheng Qianren, he found that this person acted differently.For example, at this moment, Cheng Shanzhu thinks that it is wrong to go crazy in the middle of the night and disturb others' sleep, and to apologize for doing something wrong.I also want to give Jiange disciples and college students an explanation to make them feel at ease.

There has never been an attitude of "my identity is here, everyone believes in me and follows me as a matter of course".

Xu Ran refused to accept: "Who stipulates that a big man must look the same. Must be sophisticated and superior? Besides, Qian Ren has made a lot of progress."

Not long after Cheng Qianren arrived in Nanyang City, he got acquainted with Xu Ran and Gu Xuejiang. At that time, he still had the habit of begging for life in Dongchuan. indifferent.

It is the experience of the college and Jiange that wears away the indifference and adds a heavy sense of responsibility.If the sky falls, he will stand in front, and if the earth cracks and mountains fall, he will not collapse.

On the second day, Baixueguan took a break from the wind and snow.

The Yunzhou bound for the imperial capital is ready to go, Princess An and the generals of each battalion go to invite the future prince to board the boat.Passing by the courtyard that was destroyed by sword energy last night, everyone seemed to have nothing happened.

Fu Keji's courtyard next door was safe and sound, a group of people in full armor entered the front hall solemnly, but saw Cheng Qianren sitting in front of the case with all the dishes and chopsticks on the case, and had no intention of leaving at all.

Princess An: "What are you doing?"

"Cook some Yangchun noodles and invite the disciples to eat."

When he said cooking noodles, he really cooked noodles.On the table, there is a red clay stove with silver silk charcoal, and the water in the big soup pot is boiling, bubbling.He holds the bowl in his left hand and stirs it with chopsticks in his right.

Huaiqing and Huaiming stood behind him with the same calm expression.

Everyone couldn't figure out what Cheng Qianren was thinking, their eyes were surprised.

Princess An took two steps forward: "You promised me..."

"I said I wouldn't run, but I didn't say I'd go back to the palace right away. After the army has withdrawn from Baixue Pass, I will determine the next battle plan in Chaoguang City. It won't be too late for me to leave."

Anguo frowned: "I'm afraid it will be difficult. The main force of the Zhendong Army's elite cavalry will be withdrawn from the Dongchuan battlefield, and the main force from other military departments will be transferred to the top. This is my decision and it has been approved."

Cheng Qianren let out an 'oh'.

The combat intensity of the Zhendong Army this year is much higher than before, and the cavalry needs time to rest and preserve their combat power.The transfer of personnel is reasonable.

"Who are you going to call?"

"It should be General Zhou."

Cheng Qianren: "General Zhou is old, I'm afraid it's not good."

"Then who do you think is better?"

An Guo was a little nervous.In the eyes of everyone, he actually made a statement at this time to intervene in politics. Power comes with responsibility. As long as he utters the next sentence, it means accepting the fate of the royal family.

"Hua Jian Xue Jiang." Cheng Qianren said slowly: "Is there a more suitable candidate than him?"

***

Yangchun March day.Gu Xuejiang went north to the imperial capital to report on her duties.

He entered the city together with Gu Qi's elite cavalry.The riders and horses were dressed in armor, glowing with a cold silver light, and the black battle flag was fluttering in the spring breeze, like continuous undulating tides.

The imperial court organized people to line the streets to welcome the meritorious generals. The long street was crowded with people, but it was very quiet.There is no cheering, only the rhythmic sound of horseshoes and armor clashing.

People looked up to him, or were afraid to look at him.

General Gu rode a tall horse with the blood of a strange beast, like a majestic and cold statue.The blood-red morning sun rose behind him, making him like a bath of golden light.

In the past, I went on a horse, but now I drive ten thousand rides.Returning home in fine clothes, looking down on thousands of mansions, is extremely majestic.

Gu Xuejiang tried hard to recall the evening when she left the imperial capital, whether the weather was as good as today, but found that the memory that was deeply in her heart, that she thought she would never forget, had become blurred at some point.

Those who loved him and hated him, the boundless joy and hatred seemed to be someone else's story.

And his life started from Nanyuan College.On the attic of the medical building, Cheng Qianren sent Xu Ran to heal his wounds. He was sitting at the door smoking a cigarette. Outside the window, flowers were in full bloom, and the sun was shining through the clouds, clear and bright, like the eyes of a deer.like today.

The truce between the Southwest Battlefield and the Dongchuan Battlefield gave the precarious dynasty a breather, but Gu Xuejiang wanted to go all out to fight it and put two anti-king heads on the line, but the old faction of the military united and brought up various reasons to play in a surprisingly united manner.Forcing him to return to the imperial capital at such a juncture is nothing more than to kill the donkey and steal his military merits.

He didn't care much about it. Gu Banner's iron cavalry became more and more powerful and had been feared for a long time. The warm spring breeze in the imperial capital was intoxicating, and he hadn't been back for many years.

Even if you can't change the day when you go back, it's good to see the peach blossoms by the lake and burn the ancestral house among the flowers.Today is not what it used to be, who can prevent him from burning it.

He did not go to Huaijin Lake, but led his troops into the camp of the imperial guards in the imperial capital, and acted according to the order.

On the same day, an elder of the clan visited and said that his father had committed suicide, and hoped that he would go home and burn a stick of incense.Without his hands, there are always many people who can't wait to show their favor to him, hoping to exchange for his friendship or commitment.This is the rule of the imperial capital.Heaven favors reincarnation, none of the masterminds or accomplices who participated in the unjust case that year died well after many years.

Gu Xuejiang murmured: "A person like me who holds grudges thinks that today will be very happy, but I don't feel anything."

Since he surrendered to serve as the regency, the power of the three divisions has been weakened, the upstarts have risen, and the powerful four great families have gradually withdrawn from the center of power.The once magnificent family court of the Four Kingdoms Mansion has withered vegetation.

Lieutenant General: "General, what did you say?"

Gu Xuejiang lit a cigarette, and let out a leisurely mouthful: "Peach thousand trees by the Huaijin Lake, the former Gu Lang is here again."

The deputy general couldn't understand: "Good poem! Good poem!"

He said he was returning to Beijing to report on his duties, but no one called him into the palace, whether it was the imperial palace or the Chaoci palace.Just when Gu Xuejiang thought that she was temporarily dismissed from military power and Gu Qi's iron cavalry was temporarily idled, a transfer order arrived.

At that time, the spring flowers were just blooming and the green shade was lush. He was playing cards and drinking with his soldiers, and immediately threw the wine jar: "Good time!"

General Gu put on armor, straddled his horse, and unfurled the battle flag openly. The cavalry was like a torrent of steel, all the way to the east, and the smoke and dust were vast.

His high-profile style made this military personnel transfer more eye-catching.The world sees this as the result of the prince's first participation in politics: Tiaohuajian Xuejiang went to Chaoguang City, and Gu Qi's iron cavalry replaced the main force of the Zhendong Army, forcing Princess Anguo to leave the Zhendong Army and give up the highest command.

In fact, the last point is An Guo's own decision: "When the knife is out of the sheath, use it when it is ready."

Cheng Qianren's attitude is firm, and he must complete the handover with Gu Xuejiang in Chaoguang City before he is willing to leave for the imperial capital.Fortunately, Gu Xuejiang came very quickly, faster than everyone expected.

In late spring and early summer, the sky is bright and clear.

Cheng Qianren, Jiange disciples, Nanyuan students, and Zongmen practitioners stood at the top of the wall and waited.A black battle flag appeared on the horizon at the end of the line of sight. In the blink of an eye, the battle flag was like a cloud, and the iron cavalry approached the city gate like the wind, followed by a line of dust rising.

Under the light sunlight, Gu Xuejiang rode in the lead, her cloak fluttering high.

Everyone saw this god of killing with their own eyes, but they were intimidated by his demeanor. They had a vague idea in their hearts that this new general star would surely shine brightly in the battlefield of Dongchuan, make a famous achievement in history, and reach the pinnacle of glory. .

An Guo said to Wen Le who was beside him: "He used to be the deputy commander of the imperial guards. When the case was overturned, his old department hoped that he could go back. These years, he has Gu Qi's iron cavalry in the Shenwu Army. If this time, he can still be there The Zhendong Army has a firm foothold...then in terms of seniority and merit, no one in the army can compete with him among the younger generals."

The garrisons in each state are insufficient in combat strength. The Imperial Guard Army, Shenwu Army, and Zhendong Army are the three strongest armies of the dynasty.

"Now you should know why I transferred Xu Ran to the Imperial Guard. The military affairs of the three armies are different, and the military discipline and style are different. She should learn more things now. Now that Huajianxuejiang is in the clear, her limelight will not be too much. Eye-catching. I will also grow old and die, so who will this army be handed over to? I regard her as the successor of the Zhendong Army."

Wen Le listened to Sister Huang's words in a daze, not knowing how to react.

Gu Xuejiang organized the troops outside the city gate, the cavalry moved in a uniform manner, and the battle horns shook the sky.

Following Cheng Qianren's order, the city gate slowly opened, and Gu Xuejiang marched into the city with soldiers.

Today is a big day, but Xu Ran is sitting in a relatively remote turret.

Seeing the infinite scenery of a friend, anyone would feel honored and proud, but she didn't smile.

She remembered what the knife master said when she was still in the academy: when the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will be short.Consummation means coming to an end.

She didn't fully understand until now.

Just like today's Gu Xuejiang, who is pulling up all his energy, showing the demeanor of a ruthless famous general and arbiter, and his soldiers will fanatically worship and trust him, but Xu Ran feels that he may fall down at any time.

In fact, nothing has changed, Gu Er still leads troops to fight, still smokes and drinks, if there is any difference, probably only Lin Lu left him.

***

Lin Duzhi sat by the window and watched.

The spire of the black tower was polished from a single huge piece of glazed glass.The silver moonlight penetrated the thin and smooth roof and sprinkled on him, making him seem to glow with a faint radiance, and the soft light was full of a certain warmth.

Looking at this picture, Bo Xun sighed softly, "It's so warm."

It hasn't been warm here for many years.

The night sky is blue, the moon is like a silver plate, under the colorful glass, the Buddha in white clothes sits quietly.

The Demon King shook his wings happily, and walked forward: "What are you looking at?"

Lin Duzhi didn't answer, and didn't even look at him.

Bo Xun didn't care about being treated indifferently, and followed his gaze: "I planted that bodhi tree, do you like it?"

The harsh climate in the snowy region was not suitable for the growth of the Bodhi tree, but the tree absorbed his magic power to sustain life, and it grew beside the black pagoda, growing lush and luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun.

The bodhi fruit attracts birds to eat, no magpies and thrushes fly in the wind and snow, only huge black ravens flapping their wings around the giant tree day and night.

Nobody knew they were here except the ravens.

Lin Duzhi: "Why plant Bodhi?"

"Five million years ago, a Garuda landed on the top of my tower. There was no food in the snowy area, it couldn't fly over, and it was about to die of exhaustion. It looked at me, and suddenly said something, asking me to plant a bird. Bodhi tree. At that time, the world was chaotic, and the spirits were not open. If it didn’t invite me to plant it, who else could it invite? I told it that its life would not be long, and it would not wait until the day when Bodhi would bear fruit. It said, "May I, in the future, Other living beings have enough to eat and no hunger'. I think it’s interesting for a little bird to make a big wish, so I plant it when I want to plant it.”

Lin Duzhi's expression was slightly different: "Until today?"

"Of course not. I go to sleep when I'm bored, and often wake up. Five or sixty years have passed, and the big tree has been destroyed by the wind and snow. Plant it again after planting it, and fall it again after planting it."

The years are long, the vicissitudes of life, death and new life alternately, it is not the one that Garuda asked him to plant many years ago.

Lin Duzhi remained silent.

Bo Xun said: "Follow me."

There were no other people or demons in the Black Tower, and their footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.This period of time was unusually quiet, enough for Lin Duzhi to think about many issues.The lampstands and candles on both sides of the wall were flickering, and the shadow of the Demon King was extraordinarily tall.

This is a poorly furnished study.

The Demon King lit the lamp to illuminate the unfinished volumes in front of the desk, as well as the layers of old bookshelves.

Lin Duzhi asked, "Why do you have Buddhist scriptures?"

His voice was calm, as if he already knew the answer, but he insisted on asking.

"This is not a Buddhist scripture. I wrote the biography of your every life." The devil smiled, "I don't like to write about myself. I live too long. There is no difference between one day and 1 years. It is more interesting to write about you. You said Whatever you say, whatever you do, I will remember it for you."

Bo Xun opened the glazed window, and the wind and snow poured in, making the paper in front of the desk rattle.A few black ravens flew in and circled around, screaming hoarsely.

Lin Duzhi's face turned pale.

The bird was impregnated with the magic power of the black tower, and it gave birth to spirituality for a long time, and took away the notes of the devil.As a result, those Buddhist scripture stories were scattered in the world, and were passed on by word of mouth, reinterpreted or added.

How ridiculous.The black pagoda is the pagoda, the legendary place where scriptures are passed on above the clouds.

Bo Xun said: "That Garuda is your first life."

The devil lives in symbiosis with the heaven and the earth, and is a companion with the stars.The human race observes the astrology and uses methods such as deduction to predict the future, but he does not need it. His observation of the laws of all things and the will of heaven and earth comes from intuition.

Lin Duzhi picked up the volume on the case that was flipped by the wind:

"The Ninth Buddha was born on Penglai Xiandao, crossed the sea by boat, entered the world to see the suffering in the world, and made a great wish to find the way to end suffering and make all living beings realize enlightenment."

He flipped through the pages to see how the other party described his life in a few words. The ink on the last piece was still fresh, and it should have been written a few days ago.

"After going through all kinds of hardships, I met the demon king Bo Xun on the road. This is the last calamity before Nirvana and Buddhahood..."

At this moment, the omnipotent Demon King stood in front of him, rubbed the ink and picked up the pen, and wrote the ending of the story:

"Trapped in the Buddha Pagoda, you will never become a Buddha."

Lin Duzhi looked at him calmly, neither sad nor happy.

Enraged by his gaze, Bo Xun sneered and said:

"You stay here to end the war in the world, but those people don't know your mercy. You save the common people, but who can save you?"

Lin Duzhi patted him on the head, as if he had just picked him up.

The demon king spread his aggressive wings unconsciously, and the young man showed a naive expression: "What's so good about becoming a Buddha, I can give you the best."

Since that day, Lin Duzhi ate the rare spirit grass and used the softest and most delicate silk, and the demon king took jade liquid and fine nectar, and made offerings to him with natural materials and earthly treasures.

Lin Duzhi had no objection. He didn't feel that he was a prisoner, so he naturally couldn't pose as if he was born unlovable.

But the demon king collapsed day by day, because most of the time, the other party didn't say anything.Only read in the study, or look at the scenery by the window.

The clear eyes no longer smiled at him, and the slender fingers no longer touched his head.No one will hold him and tell stories.He wanted Lin Duzhi to stay, but he didn't want Lin Duzhi to treat him like this.

That day when Buddha was writing in his study, a raven flew in from outside the window, lowered his head and rubbed his palm, grabbed the paper on his desk, and flew away with flapping wings.

Bo Xun stared at the dead bird jealously: "Just write the letter. No one will come to rescue you."

Lin Duzhi ignored it.