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Cheng Qianren later found out that these disciples did not have any requirements for a "good mountain master". Reliable, usually only likes to eat chicken and play cards, especially proficient in 64 hexagram cards.It was a game evolved from the gossip in the Book of Changes, and no one in the whole school could beat him.

After he died, he was buried behind his yard, pheasants were running around, and the nameless grave was bustling.

Yes, the courtyard, there is no palace and no hall.On the sunny hillside with green grass, it also enjoys warm sunshine in winter.The white walls, gray tiles and green bricks are simply arranged, and a vegetable garden is surrounded by low fences in front of the yard.

The vegetable garden is left unattended, and the fruits and vegetables have long been ruined by chickens.

Other immortal cultivators raise strange beasts to guard their spiritual veins, plant spiritual herbs to manage medicine fields, and Qiuming Daoist raises and grows whatever is delicious.

Cheng Qianren thought to himself, looking at your sword art in the Nanyuan Library, with a lonely and indifferent attitude, what's the matter with you.

what? !

The two Danshan disciples stopped far away.

Huai Ming: "That's the residence of the former mountain master and his two senior brothers."

Huaiqing said in a low voice: "According to the last wish of the real Qiuming, he will be buried here forever. Usually no one disturbs us here, so we can't go there."

Cheng Qianren frowned slightly, the disciples of Tanshan respected Qiu Ming, and mentioned the former "Jiange Shuangbi", but there was no resentment, and they still called them "two senior brothers".

Generally, after the head elder of a great sect passes away, the memorial tablet is put into the ancestral hall, the body is sealed in a crystal coffin, and the coffin is buried in a blessed place in the cave, protected by the sect formation.

Qiu Ming is probably different from ordinary people, not even a stone tablet.

He walked around to the back of the yard, staring at the little dirt bag in a daze.

Eternal grievances and hatreds are nothing more than a handful of loess.

Seeing that Cheng Qianren was stunned, Huaiqing hastily explained:

"Three miles away are Zixiao Palace and Yunshui Temple. Both have dust-avoiding formations and cold-heat formations. They have been tidied up. You can live anywhere."

It stands to reason that Xinshan mainly inherits all the inheritance of the previous mountain owner, including the mansion, but this courtyard is too simple.It is said that when Cheng Qianren was in Nanyang, the Cheng Mansion he built occupied half of the street, and he was one of the most wealthy and powerful families in the city.Now that he has come to Jiange, we must not let him live in a bad way.

"Don't bother, I think it's fine here."

The two wanted to persuade them again, but they saw Cheng Qianren smiled: "You have worked hard today, go back and rest."

Huaiqing and Huaiming had no choice but to resign according to their words.

Not far from Qiuming's courtyard, there are three or four thatched huts on the hillside, which are the residences of Ning Fuhuan and Song Juefei.There is an old locust tree beside the hut, with many dead branches. If it comes to summer, there should be lush green shade to cover the sky and block out the sun.

Cheng Qianren glanced at it from a distance, but there was no past.

"Boss, I'm too lazy to clean it for you. I'll clean it up myself when you come back someday."

He rolled up his sleeves, drove the chickens out of the yard, dusted and cleaned the room, dug the soil for the vegetable garden, saw the fence in front of the gate crumbling, so he decided to tie it up again...

The whole small courtyard has a new look.

As the sun sets, the shadow of the fence shifts a little bit.

Probably because the atmosphere of life here is too heavy, at a certain moment, Cheng Qianren thought of the old alley of Liuyan Road in Nanyang City, the small courtyard where he and Zhuliu lived.

At dusk, two guests came to visit in the orange-gold afterglow.

Cheng Qianren felt complicated when he saw Qiu Bei behind Fu Keji.

Qiu Bei came to Jiange two years ago to study the art of sword casting in Yanshan Mountain. He didn't hear anything outside the window, and he didn't know what happened in the sky above the Temple of Mercy.

He smiled slowly and said hello: "Long time no see."

He also gave Cheng Qianren a stack of newly made talismans.

Seeing that he was so polite, Cheng Qianren also asked politely: "Have you eaten yet?"

But Fu Keji is a real person: "I didn't eat."

He has been fasting for many years, how could he eat.

Cheng Qianren choked, grabbed two chickens into the kitchen, and boiled a pot of steaming chicken soup.

It is indeed a pheasant that has been nourished by the aura of heaven and earth. No seasoning is needed, and the chicken itself is delicious and delicious.

They sat around the stone table, Qiu Bei took out a carving knife and cut three pairs of wooden chopsticks.

Eat chicken under the eastern fence, and see Nanshan leisurely.

Eat and drink enough, it's time to get down to business.

Fu Keji placed congratulatory letters from various sects on the table.Cheng Qianren flipped through it casually, and there were some useless scenes. He congratulated him on his succession as the mountain lord, congratulated Jiange on opening the mountain, and finally looked forward to the future, expressing his determination to form an alliance to resist the demons.

The words were sincere and warm, as if there was no bitterness in the Temple of Mercy last night. When the sun rose again, the past grievances and grievances disappeared, and everyone was bathed in the sunlight, harmonious and festive.

Fu Keji: "Before the ceremony of opening the mountain, can you master the Great Formation of Protecting the Mountain and the Formation of Danshan Sword?"

Cheng Qianren: "I will try my best."

He had almost figured out Jiange's way of doing things: two hundred and five is fine in private, but he must be dressed in white as snow and pretend to be as strong as the wind to the outside world.Congratulations came from all directions for the opening of the mountain, and it was impossible to be careless.

"But what I practice is not Jiange sword art, the method is different, and I may not be able to understand the mystery of the sword formation in a short time."

Fu Keji pondered for a moment: "I heard from Master that Uncle Qiuming wrote many notes to record his thoughts on practice. After he passed away, nothing in the house was touched. If you can find it, it may be beneficial."

"Okay." Cheng Qianren smiled and turned to Qiu Bei: "There is something I want to ask for your help. Can you build another cloud boat?"

Qiu Bei said slowly, "What do you want?"

"The speed is faster, the deck can run horses, and the cabin has a place to install artillery and firecrackers."

Qiu Bei came to a sudden: "It turns out that Huajian Xuejiang wanted it." He waved his hand: "I will draw him a picture next month, and I will forge iron this month."

The life in the world is suffering in three ways, punting a boat and grinding iron to grind tofu.

But Qiu Bei didn't think it was hard, because forging iron is the basic skill of sword casting.

Cheng Qianren also felt that it was good for him to do this, rather than researching some black technology broadcasts.

He stood up and brushed off his robe: "Old master washes the dishes and clears the table, and you can go back by yourself when you're done."

Fu Keji stared at the chicken bones in a daze: "I am a guest."

Cheng Qianren: "You are the owner of the mountain, and only Qiu Bei is the guest."

"..."

Cheng Qianren went back to the house and ransacked the cabinets, looking for the real person Qiu Ming's notes.

He doesn't know what 'professional responsibility' is, but he does.

When picking up corpses by the river, his colleagues demanded a price from the corpses, and he entered the water only after negotiating a price in advance.When you are an accountant, you can settle accounts any day, rain or shine.The situation was special when he was elected as the dean of Nanyuan. He didn't want to cause trouble for the academy, he didn't want rights and only fulfilled his obligations.

He is not a warm-hearted man with noble morals, but a little indifferent. The life and death of passers-by is none of his business. When Lan Tingyan is absent, he is pointed at his nose and scolded for "living up to expectations".

But if you give him a chicken leg and treat him a little bit more sincerely, he will feel responsible to protect your whole family.

Now that he is the lord of Danshan Mountain and has eaten Jiange's chicken, he must work hard for Jiange.

***

The night was dark, and Gu Xuejiang hadn't come back yet, so Lin Duzhi put on his clothes and hair, and went out to look for her.

He has been restless lately.Since the conversation between Ci'en Temple and Gu Xuejiang, their conversations always broke up unhappy.

"Where's your general?"

When he walked out of the courtyard, the guards guarding the gate immediately saluted and led him with a lamp.

These people would not take the initiative to tell Lin Duzhi what military affairs Gu Xuejiang was dealing with, but as long as they were asked, they would not hide it.

"Someone leaked the city's defenses and food and grass supply lines to the enemy, and the general is dealing with traitors."

The barracks were brightly lit, and countless torches were burning in the cold wind on the school grounds.

Gu Xuejiang heard the news that Lin Duzhi was coming, and went to greet him while avoiding the blood stains, her cold and sullen expression softened slightly: "Why didn't you sleep?"

More than [-] corpses fell on the ground, maintaining the posture of being bound, including men, women and children.

While speaking, the lieutenant raised his knife and dropped it, another head fell to the ground.Gu Xuejiang had no choice but to pull Lin Duzhi back, because he was always afraid that Lin Lu would be splashed with blood.

Lin Duzhi didn't retreat this time, he waved away the general who was blocking his sight, and frowned to look.

This execution has come to an end, the last batch of victims were taken to the venue, and more than ten people knelt in front of the corpses.They were all silenced, and could only scream silently, or tremble and close their eyes tightly.

He recognized the rebel general, he was a general under the command of King Anshan, the deputy lieutenant of the defenders in the city, when Gu Xuejiang approached the city, he was the first to open the city gate to welcome him.

Unexpectedly, he had both ends of the head, so the servants, guards, wives and children could not survive.

There was a child who looked like three or four years old, already frightened and stupid, with tears streaming down his face.

"They're all going to die?"

Gu Xuejiang corrected: "It is punished according to military discipline."

Lin Duzhi couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "That child is still very young. He hasn't done anything, and he doesn't understand anything. It won't affect the situation of the battle or you."

Gu Xuejiang stepped forward, drew out three parts of the spring water, and lifted the child's chin with the back of the knife:

"At this age, he should remember things. Even if he doesn't remember, someone will tell him in the future. I will give him a knife now and let their family reunite. It is better than him bearing hatred and suffering forever."

"If I let him go, do I wait for him to grow up and seek revenge on me? God has the virtue of being good at life, but I don't."

Gu Xuejiang has her own logic, if he tells you seriously, you will still feel that what he said makes sense.

But Lin Duzhi was determined: "No, that's not the case..."

Gu Xuejiang put the knife back into its sheath, smiled gently, and suddenly said, "Qianren, why are you here?"

Lin Du subconsciously turned around.

A cold light flashed, illuminating the night.

Lin Duzhi was embraced from behind, covering his eyes: "Don't look."

Immediately startled, she pushed Gu Xuejiang away fiercely.

Something was flying towards him, and he subconsciously dodged sideways.

"Snapped."

A human skull rolled around and was covered in mud.

The lieutenant held a knife, and blood flowed all over the place.

Before the child could make a sound, the body was separated.

Chun Shui was still in the sheath, this kind of execution did not need General Gu to do it himself.

Lin Duzhi looked at the indifferent face of the person in front of him, feeling very strange.

As he turned to leave, scenes of the past flashed dizzyingly, as if the world was spinning upside down before his eyes.I don't know how long I walked, tripped over a stone, and fell to the entrance of the alley.

Gu Xuejiang gave a few instructions to everyone, and after chasing Lin Duzhi alone, she leaned over and said, "Go back and rest first. Get a good sleep."

He picked up the person.Lin Duzhi lost his mind and let him play around.

The moonlight is bright and cold, shining on the bluestone slab, like a layer of light white frost.

Lin Duzhi thought of the spring many years ago, when Gu Xuejiang, who had lost all her martial arteries, sat in a room full of spring light and looked at him quietly: "If I can no longer hold a knife, why should I live for 200 years?"

He didn't understand then.

"Life is precious, if you don't want to live, why should I cure you?"

It turned out that the differences existed from the very beginning.

Lin Duzhi began to speak.

"At this time last year, the rebel army occupied the capital of Langzhou and insisted not to surrender. After you broke through the city gate, you ordered the massacre of the city. I recited the Sutra of Rebirth on the top of the city for 49 days to save the souls of the dead. Do you remember?"

"Of course. After the Dafa event is over, your spiritual consciousness is exhausted and you can't walk. I will recite it for you. Just like now, I will recite it all the way back."

Lin Duzhi smiled: "When we were still in Nanyang, you and Cheng San killed many people on Muyun Lake, and I burned that painting boat with red lotus fire, do you remember?"

"I won't forget."

Gu Xuejiang walked slowly with Lin Duzhi on her back.

The short alleys seem to be walking through a long life.

He heard the trembling voice of the person behind him:

"Gu Xuejiang, I'm a little tired. I don't want to live like this anymore."

"In Penglai Island, Master taught me right and wrong for more than ten years. When I came to the mainland, I realized that the world only cares about winning or losing."

Lin Duzhi still speaks with a soft Penglai accent until now:

"In the future, you have to take good care of yourself, take medicine on time to warm and nourish your martial arteries, and smoke less, as smoking hurts your lungs."

Gu Xuejiang's heart sank.

It turned out that Xu Ran was the smartest person and left him early.

He couldn't help lowering his voice, as if he was afraid of breaking some treasure:

"I'll send someone to take you to the south, back to Cheng's Mansion on Wensi Street, and go home. Okay?"

"No, I want to go for a walk by myself. I can go anywhere. You don't need to carry it this time."

Gu Xuejiang has a lot to say.

It doesn't matter if you leave, you are always by my side, always going against your heart, and your realm is stagnant.

Go and seek your own way.

Do what you want to do, be who you want to be.

If there is a day of peace in the world, if I am still alive that day——

I will look for you again.

In the end, he only said one sentence.

"Duzhi, I let you go."