See Jiangshan

Everyone snorted, turned around and continued chatting, and the tavern became lively again.

Nanyuan's students were also not aggressive, so they sat down resentfully.

The spirits and the stove make people blush, business travelers from other places brag about their knowledge to the hunters in this town, most of the practitioners are self-confident, sitting on the other side of the lobby, forming a circle of high-spirited talk.

People temporarily forget the hardships of the world and indulge in the warmth of New Year's Eve.

"Where are the brothers going tomorrow?"

"Let's go southwest, Yuezhou Ci'en Temple."

"Disrespect, disrespect, it turned out to be a senior who participated in the Lantern Festival."

"Who dare to be, I don't have an invitation card in my hand, I just join in the fun at the foot of the mountain and watch the lights."

This was the most amazing topic in the room, and more and more people gathered around to inquire about the news.

Someone explained: "On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Ci'en Temple held a lamp-burning ceremony, and convened the seven major sects, and the one above..." He said and pointed to the sky, "Agreement on an alliance treaty, and jointly resist the invasion of the demons." .”

The emperor is old, and the crown prince is in vain. The one above refers to the chief assistant of the regent.

"The sect forms an alliance with the imperial court? That's right. After the Jiange was closed, the status is far worse than before. Of course, it is the turn of the Ci'en Temple to take the lead in such a major event."

A year ago, Jiange Saint failed to leave the customs as scheduled, and his eldest disciple Fu Keji took over as the owner of Yanshan Mountain and announced the closure of the mountain.The mountain protection formation was opened, and all disciples no longer went down the mountain, staying away from the turmoil of the troubled times.

It is said in the practice circle that Fu Keji alone cannot support the scene of the first sect.

A casual cultivator said: "I also heard that Song Juefei was arrested and returned to Ci'en Temple. It happened to be a public trial and a celebration meeting..."

Everyone was in an uproar, even if it's a long time, who can forget the two swords of Jiange?

Another person answered immediately: "Song Juefei, the devil, killed many elders of Kutuo when he came out of hell in the ten directions, and he has become enmity with Ci'en Temple. But these two are disciples of Jiange after all. Could it be that Jiange just ignores it? Let Ci'en Go to the temple for interrogation?"

At that moment, someone laughed and said: "Ha! It turns out that the monks are also good at calculating. Jiange ignored it and swallowed his anger to lose face. Jiange participated, since he broke the seal of the mountain, re-entered the game, and all parties quarreled. It was a good lighting ceremony, and immediately changed the practice. According to the world structure, Ci'en Temple has completely secured its position as the number one sect..."

"It is impossible for Fu Keji to become a saint overnight. He can't solve this situation. Don't blame the Temple of Mercy. The law of the world is always prey to the weak. It's still too young to think that 'Feng Shan' can take care of himself alone!"

In a small town where no one cares, spirits are used to strengthen one's courage, and people speak unscrupulously.You can loudly judge people and things that you dare not discuss in the past.The business hunters didn't quite understand, so they also booed and cursed.

The man of unknown origin in the corner, wrapped in a black cloak, was still sitting alone, listening to the people pointing out Jiangshan.

He doesn't drink, and there is only a bowl of rough tea on the table.

The Nanyuan student who just got up and scolded him also did not join the discussion, but asked his companion in a low voice: "Senior brother, what do you think Ci'en Temple wants to do?"

"Don't you forget that Dean Cheng's Shengui Biyi Sword was a gift from Ning Fu. Ning Fu hadn't heard from Ning Fu for many years, and he suddenly caught it at this juncture? Is it such a coincidence? I think they have nothing but I want to force Jiange to take action, and I want to lure Dean Cheng to show up to save people."

The student turned pale in shock: "No, no way?"

The senior brother who was questioned did not answer, but looked towards the corner of the tavern.

He intuitively thought that the person in the black cloak glanced at this side just now, and he should have heard their conversation across half of the noisy hall.

Cheng Qianren did hear it clearly, and in order to show that he had no malice, he stopped looking at the table of students.

In the past two years, he often met Nanyuan's disciples. Most of the martial arts practitioners in Qingshanyuan joined the army, those in Chunbotai went to work for their own families, and those in Nanshan's backyard worked as advisers and staff members.

When the students talked about him, he just listened, and when he met someone who needed help, he would help him. He was probably the most unassuming dean in the history of Nanyuan School.

The casual cultivators in the middle of the lobby are still talking about Jiange and Ci'en Temple.

"With Fu Keji's talent, if he is given another 20 years, maybe he can really touch the threshold of a saint and keep the foundation of Jiange."

Cheng Qianren smiled wryly, from tonight to the Lantern Festival, the old Fu only has fifteen days, how could it be 20 years.

Hearing that the topic turned to himself unexpectedly.

"That's right, he entered the country quickly after he took over as the Mountain Lord, even if he meets...that Cheng Qianren again, the outcome will be uncertain!"

Someone sighed: "Six years have passed, the young people who showed their talents in the battle of the two courts, which one is not a character now? It's a pity that the carved railings and jade brickwork in Cheng's mansion are still there, but Cheng Qianren is wandering all over the world..."

Cheng Qianren drank tea silently.He knew that even if he stood up immediately and said that he had lived a good life these years, that he was free and open-minded, no one would believe him.

The student from Nanyuan worriedly asked his senior brother, "If Dean Cheng hears the news of Ning Fu's return, will he go to the Temple of Mercy?"

"Do you think Dean Cheng is as stupid as you, and you can't see through this trick? The news is strange, [-]% of the public trial is fake, and it's true to lead him to appear. The most justifiable way is to use the sword pavilion where the gods and ghosts were changed, and the mountain is closed to hide from the world. Others There is no reason for people to want divine weapons, they can only rely on their own abilities. Other sects may not be capable enough, but only Ci En Temple has a saint in charge..."

He finally concluded: "Don't worry, what we can all think of, of course the dean thinks further. He won't go."

Cheng Qianren smiled helplessly.

He stood up, the tea was finished, and it was time to leave.

The door of the tavern was closed tightly, and the hunters danced and tried to drink, and the door was blocked.

He pushed open the window behind him and jumped out.

The cold wind gushed into his neck, and a big man at the table by the window swore at him with his knives, and with a bang, Cheng Qianren closed the window panel with his backhand, blocking all the swearing.

The air outside is dry and cold, with the lingering smell of gunpowder smoke from firecrackers.The snow on the small road in the town has not disappeared, and the silver light is shining under the bright moon.

Cheng Qianren walked out of the town, the bustle of the tavern gradually became inaudible.Around the second watch, there were no more lights on the roadside, and the jackdaws on the dead branches were awakened by his footsteps, and flew all over the sky.

The wilderness outside the town is empty and quiet, and the night is dark, which is very suitable for wild thoughts.

Cheng Qianren thought of Xishi Noodle Restaurant.If you hadn't met Ning Fuhuan, you wouldn't have a god and ghost Piyi, and you wouldn't know how to practice.I probably still settle accounts and buy vegetables in Nanyang City, and spend my life peacefully and peacefully.

No matter whether the news about Ci'en Temple is true or not, he is willing to attend the meeting.The one who should come can't hide.

What's more, Ning Fu also paid him a lot of wages, it doesn't make sense for the guy to ignore the owner.

So he went, nothing but a sword.

In the 270th year of Xingling, Cheng Qianren traveled for the sixth year.There are as many people in the world who adore him as they hate him.

His friends are waiting for him, and so are his enemies.

The world has not forgotten him for a moment.

***

On the third watch, Gu Xuejiang waved back the guards and returned to the courtyard.

A candle was still burning in the room next to him, and the silhouette of the man was projected on the window paper, which was really beautiful.

Gu Xuejiang knocked on the window frame: "Haven't slept yet?"

The window opened with a creak, and the man sat in front of the desk, raised his eyes and asked him: "Isn't there a celebration banquet tonight, why did you come back so early?"

"Come to celebrate the New Year with the family deer. Get up and open the door for Grandpa."

Lin Duzhi saw that he was drinking too much and looked serious, so he said indifferently: "You went wrong, don't drive."

Gu Xuejiang supported the window frame with one hand, jumped straight into the room, the iron armor clanked, and approached the front of the case in two steps.

Lin Duzhi was startled, and subconsciously leaned back.

The shadow of the candle flickered, and the faint smell of wine, blood, and killing intent filled the room.

The doctor frowned slightly: "It's a good New Year's Eve, did you kill someone again?"

While talking, Gu Xuejiang walked around behind the screen familiarly, took off her armor and knives, changed her clothes after chanting the dust removal formula, and came out in a circle, as if she had changed into a different person. She was wearing a soft white underwear, a loose purple robe, and black hair. Hang loose.

He smiled at Lin Duzhi and said nothing.

With this smile, the bloody smell faded away, bringing out a bit of the shadow of a romantic boy.

Gu Xuejiang collapsed on the beauty's couch, openly occupying the magpie's nest.

In the darkness, a little spark shines, and the shredded tobacco burns. Six years have passed, and he still hasn't stopped smoking.

"I don't want to either. I'm in trouble. Hey, what are you looking at?"

Lin Duzhi didn't care about being diverted from the topic, so he didn't expect this person to answer.

"The invitation card for the Lantern Ceremony was sent by a disciple of Ci'en Temple this afternoon."

Gu Xuejiang raised her eyebrows: "The sect has formed an alliance with the imperial court, what does Ci'en Temple ask you to do?"

Lin Duzhi explained to him carefully: "The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the day when the Buddha's transformation took place. Buddhist believers held a lantern ceremony to commemorate it. Ci'en Temple is the first Buddhist temple in mainland China, and it majors in Theravada Buddhism. My teacher has been hiding from the world for a long time. , I am the only one who walks the world, and they see me as representing Baohua Temple in Penglai Island, and a preacher of Mahayana Buddhism. Whether it is judging the two jades or forming an alliance to fight against demons, since it is in the name of a Dharma conference, it is always necessary to "discuss the Dharma" .Because of emotion and reason, I have to go."

"It's so troublesome, it involves a lot, and it's easy to change. Now the world is in chaos. I don't worry about you alone..."

Gu Er was smoking a cigarette. In his eyes, Lin Duzhi was still the blushing Lin Lu who spoke Penglai dialect.

"I'll accompany you on this trip. We'll take the chariot of the gods, and it will take only three days to go back and forth."

Last month, the Shenwu Army captured the three cities of Langzhou in a row, and the rebels retreated, guarding the capital without leaving.

Someone proposed to take advantage of the victory to pursue another battle against the Qing Dynasty, but Gu Xuejiang did not agree. After a long battle, it was easy to get tired, and the army's fighting spirit was low at the end of the year, which was not conducive to the siege of the city.Moreover, the three cities in his hands have not yet completely recovered, and if he fights hard, his vitality will be severely damaged.He ordered the whole army to enter the city to repair and replenish food and grass in preparation for the final battle in early spring.

The two chatted a few more gossips, and Gu Xuejiang's voice became lower and lower.

Lin Duzhi didn't wait for the next sentence, but saw that the person on the couch was breathing long and relaxed.

Just fell asleep, defenseless.

Then he got up and took the pipe between his fingers, and brought a blanket to cover him.

General Gu was still frowning in his deep sleep, unable to hide his exhaustion.

Lin Duzhi went to close the window, but seeing the bright moon in the sky and the green pines and white snow in the courtyard, he couldn't help but look at it for a while.

The most affluent family in the city used to live in this house, but the day Gu Xuejiang entered the city with troops, it was already empty.

General Gu never wronged himself, he just stopped when he said so.

The quiet snowy night made Lin Duzhi's five senses sharper. He heard the guard changing at the gate of the courtyard, and the city was in chaos and carnival.

At first he couldn't get used to it, Gu Xuejiang tried to explain:

"My army has strict discipline and trained them to be extremely murderous. Every time we win a battle, everyone needs to vent their emotions."

"If you can't understand, just think about Nanyuan's year-end exam. Before the exam, the students study hard and feel depressed. After the exam, they always go to the Hualou Casino in a daze."

"Everyone sacrifices their lives for their desires. If they want money, power and women, I will give them more ambitions and more desires."

Lin Duzhi could only remain silent.

There is no more Xuejiang Huajian, the deputy commander of the imperial guards with outstanding demeanor.General Gu of the Shenwu Army has a reputation for brutality and ferocity, which can stop children from crying at night.

Gu Xuejiang wants too many things, she wants power, she wants revenge, she wants a long dynasty, and she wants the demons to perish and the human race to prosper.

One day with a knife is bloody and one day, there is no turning back.

Lin Duzhi wants very little, a world of mortals, just being with his friends is enough.

He decided to get a good night's sleep first.So I closed the windows and blew out the candles.

The bright moon shines on the devastated land, another New Year's Eve.