laughing soul

In a blink of an eye, it was already dusk and the sky was dark, and I could vaguely hear news from the Junxin Pavilion not far from Shaman Chuanmu. It must be that the army of dead soldiers had won a complete victory, and they were hurrying to clean up those who slipped through the net. fish.Those who sincerely surrendered were no longer embarrassed, and all of them filled the canteen with scarce manpower in Nandaying to do odd jobs. The so-called three-year famine survived the cook, which was more or less a safe job. For those who spent the first half of their lives wandering on the battlefield As far as the soldiers are concerned, it might not be a good home.

The overall situation has been decided, and the dead soldiers who have taken care of everything have even invited Han Jianhua, who is far away from the other corner of the main battlefield in the south of the Yangtze River.

Tens of thousands of people wandered around the Nanman tent for several times, arresting all kinds of singers and beauties kept by Shaman Chuanmu in the tent. Although Shaman Chuanmu didn't leave even a shadow of him this time, at least there was no one left. In the commander's tent, he left a few puddles of blood as clues to the coach, making Han Jianhua anxious and angry for a long time as if he was facing an enemy, but there was nothing he could do. It was burning, and when I reached out to grab it, I pulled out a handful of long black hair, and my scalp was numb from the pain.

Dare to lose her hair because of anger.

Qiu Sheng is a great god who does not play cards according to common sense. Not to mention Han Jianhua, who is his generation, even when Old General Han was alive, trying to discipline him would encounter countless hard nails.With a stubborn temper and the ability to make a lot of farts without a teacher since she was a child, Qiu Sheng has eaten the fried pork with green rattan sticks, which is a special product of General Han, but no matter how ruthless or spicy the fight is, she can't stand it Rough and thick, the little guy knelt on the ground, and his back became straighter and straighter. Others taught him to be soft and say a few good words, but he blurted out: "Bah! You are really a group of constipated mothers-in-law, let him go! Damn it's a stinky fart! The soft dog's head hits the black-skinned old monkey spirit, and he didn't slip away! Why don't you pick a good day and auspicious day to come and hit me, so that you can get a red envelope, so you won't have a hot face and a cold ass, and you won't be flirtatious... Hey, Lian Chenliang, I'm talking about business, what the hell are you hitting me on the head!"

Liancheng pointed back expressionlessly, and saw the black-skinned old monkey spirit Qiusheng was talking about standing behind him, staring at the top of Qiusheng's head with a half-smile, with a very loving expression.

A good man doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages, Qiu Sheng quickly blocked his face with his hand, rubbed his kneecaps, knelt up straight and took a few steps back: "Good dogs don't get in the way, and you don't hit people in the face! Oh, hey..."

As the past came to mind one by one, Han Jianhua decided without hesitation to put the giant Buddha back for the time being, and asked instead, "Where is General Fang?"

Everyone in the army of dead soldiers looked at each other, but no one knew Fang Jiu's whereabouts.

Just as he was looking forward to the horse, he temporarily led the fire army soldiers to break through the encirclement for Qiu Sheng, and bit off the most solid arm in Shaman Chuanmu's hand.This man escaped from the temple and fought on the battlefield as the champion of martial arts for several years. In recent years, there have been frequent wars in Dai Viet, and the northern border has never been peaceful.He was in the Northwest Army, but his reputation spread thousands of miles away to the ears of Old General Han. The old man who even stinks Qiu Sheng for a long time caught his eye. He once promised to go to Weizhou to meet Fang Jiu. Unexpectedly, the world is unpredictable, but he died in battle first.

It's really too early for him to become famous. He is still a young man with immature flesh and bones. Throughout the world, no one has ever cared about his safety.

From the perspective of outsiders, he can easily win without any injuries after going through life and death for hundreds of times. He seems to know how to save his life from the hands of Lord Hades.

Even Han Jianhua is like this. It has been a long time since he flew from the main battlefield, but he is only worried about Qiu Sheng's life-threatening bastard. When Fang Jiu's name is mentioned, he is actually just trying to find him to ask the details. In this situation, he never considered the possibility that this person would encounter an accident.

The surroundings were silent, Han Jianhua was stunned, and was about to think about a countermeasure. When he brought the two brothers who were running around and slipped back together, he heard the Tianjiao Army letter bomb exploded, and he quickly looked up. direction.

The eyes of the whole army fell on the small high pavilion, and the cold wind was so cold that they could hardly keep their eyes open.

Peeping out from a narrow eye slit, I saw the high pavilion reflecting the setting sun dripping blood in the distance, and the height was extremely cold. At this time, the westerly wind was stronger, and the bloody banner was swayed by the wind for [-] miles.

No one could see clearly who was in the high pavilion, Han Jianhua finally recognized the person in the light armor of the dead soldier through the worn out lens of his clairvoyance, and it was Lieutenant General Fang Jiu.

What he held in his hand was the red-tasseled spear that Fang Jiu had used in this battle.

Han Jianhua suffocated for breath, and felt the world spinning around his eyes. The iron sand fur wrapped around his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties. His spine had never been so painful and disturbed. The flesh and blood were bloody, and then deliberately and viciously pierced into the soft internal organs, tumbling and stirring.

In any case, the weapons in the hands of soldiers should not be easily given to others, except for one case.

With his eyes about to split, the red-tasseled spear that had lasted a lifetime of gold and iron horse was broken into two pieces by the lieutenant with both hands, and he raised his hand and threw it from the high cabinet.

Heroes and beauties don't want to see their gray hair in the world.

Fang Jiuyuan was famous all over the world as one of the four commanders-in-chief of the Northwest Army. A young general, with mountains and rivers and vast rivers, he was always dragged along by shaman Chuanmu and a group of uneasy thieves in the southern border, so he seldom went north.

It wasn't until the Army of the Dead was established that Fang Jiu was dispatched from Weizhou to secretly lead the navy along the south of the Yangtze River. The complex emotions of jealousy or jealousy were immediately transformed into brotherly loyalty, which was quite beyond Han Jianhua's expectations.

Generals call each other brothers and sisters, but they share the same mind and heart, that is, a bright moon is in the sky, a pot of turbid wine is strong in their throats, and they risk their lives to accompany each other in the midst of life and death.

"Tianyuan Temple is a quiet and good place. Why bother to go all the way and try all the hardships on the battlefield to be wrapped in armor?" Isn't it good?"

Fang Jiu, who directly held the wine jar and drank with his head up, was taken aback when he heard the words, and wiped off the wine at the corners of his mouth without any scruples. On his fair skin like a scholar, two delicate long eyebrows like distant mountains raised slightly, and said with a smile : "What's so good about a bald donkey? I will marry a wife in the future. Who will abide by the rules and precepts of Lao Shizi?"

Before he was drunk, Han Jianhua slammed the porcelain cup: "You bastard!"

"What's the bastard?" Hearing Han Jianhua's fake roar, Fang Jiu shook the half-empty wine jar without hesitation, and slowly swallowed the good wine between his lips and tongue, and then slowly filled it up Before finishing the words, "I like to fight and go to the battlefield with a knife, and I like to sleep in flowers and lie on the willows, so I go to the brothel for a spring breeze. Those old Wang Baqiu in Tianyuan Temple still want to stop me? Treat me as a distant grandson who can't be beaten by that bald donkey." , so he was born destined to be trapped in the temple and not be able to choose him? Don’t I have a brain when I’m an uncle? It’s really ridiculous.”

The cold wind whizzed by, Fang Jiu only felt that the strong wine in his stomach exploded in his internal organs, and his mind was even less clear-headed, and he smashed the wine jar on the table with a "smack", and he didn't know where he came from. He felt a shapeless small bamboo flute, and managed to recognize the general outline with his blurry eyes, and almost blocked the bamboo flute to his lips, and blew a few sounds tremblingly, which was quite For quiet and pleasant.

Han Jianhua had a drink with the music, squinted his eyes, shook his head and brain for a long time following the sound of the flute, and hummed: "You are really careless."

The sound of the bamboo flute already has three points of sadness and resentment, but there is no trace of sadness in this tune. How vast and vast the mountains and rivers must be in my heart, it is enough to swallow all the three thousand sorrows in this world, and turn them into the sound of the flute In the song "Light Spirit"?

Hearing this, Fang Jiu chuckled and withdrew his hands, and the little bamboo flute disappeared in the corner of his clothes: "I didn't expect that you and I still have the fate of high mountains and rivers. It's rare, rare."

"There's a rough guy in the military camp, so he doesn't know any music." Han Jianhua laughed at himself, but saw the man holding the small bamboo flute in his hand and playing it back and forth. As he was playing, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He was dazzled by the delicious food and wine. The sane young man looked like a blind man, he searched for the flute hole for a long time, but he took out a small knife from nowhere, and pretended to start repairing the flute hole.

Han Jianhua stopped him quickly: "It's a good flute, why are you humiliating it?"

Fang Jiu's fair face was reddened by the mellow wine, but his eyes were so clear that he deceived the world. The guy stumbled over his teeth and tried to explain: "Drill two more holes in it, and let it blow for more ventilation. It's comfortable."

Han Jianhua: "..."

Looking at the feat of this little brother holding a big wine jar to drink, he thought how big this person is, but who knows that he is just pretending, and it is probably a sign of unconsciousness right now, and he won't know it when he wakes up tomorrow morning Can it be broken.

If you let the bastard run amok at this time, Minger will turn his face when he wakes up and refuse to admit his responsibility, and insist on slandering and framing, and you still have to recognize the stinky shit basin that has cut two holes for the bamboo flute, who the hell is fine to be this Take advantage of?

But the mouth is unforgiving: "I see you just completely empty the hole of this thing, a gust of wind will pass through directly, it will be more refreshing, isn't it?" Fang Jiu's wrist is tightly clasped , refused to relax for a moment.

The drunkard was startled, and then he looked up to the sky and smiled: "Han! You are so fucking... so interesting..."

His right wrist was still clasped tightly in Han Jianhua's palm, but somehow he borrowed some strength to grab a bamboo chopstick from the table with his left hand, and only heard a slight breeze, and he punched the bamboo flute hard.

Borrowing his internal strength, the bamboo chopsticks pierced through the unlucky bamboo flute, embedded into the ancient tree beside it, and penetrated three inches deep.

Han Jianhua: "...Have you taken Dali Vajra Pills?"

Fang Jiu didn't speak for a long time, just stared blankly at the bamboo flute in the palm of his hand for a long while, and his wandering mind seemed to have returned, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Han Jianhua in a blink of an eye; Look at your face, hell!"

Outside the building was an army of tens of thousands who were practicing. Han Jianhua sideways dodged the bamboo stick that the drunk lunatic poked at him, and instead stretched out his hands to grab his arms. To the point of slipping away from the lantern, the moves are still real swords and guns, hooking Han Jianhua's protruding right arm is a sideways swing, taking advantage of the opportunity that the opponent has not reacted, directly took advantage of General Han's neutral position, Using an elbow as a knife, he slammed Han Jianhua's shoulder blade lightly, abruptly turning Han Jianhua's whole body over, and laying it on the ground like a spread of cakes. He took a sip of the dirty wine crookedly, and said with a bleary-eyed chuckle: "You're right, idiot."

It was the first time for a man like Han Jianhua to be laid down on the ground like a doll. He lay on the ground for a long time and didn't get over it. He smiled lowly and opened his mouth, but it was a nonsense that had nothing to do with the current situation: "Your ear was injured by the explosion at the Northwest Army of Weizhou."

Fang Jiu turned his head to look at him, then took two sips of wine indifferently, and then replied: "Red blood, there is no time to hide."

Forced to do so, but he didn't dare to show it in front of his own soldiers, so he tried his best to avoid his right ear while listening to people's speech. the opponent's suspicion.

It's not a bad thing, he looked down into the wine jar, saw the reflection in it was already covered with weather, he couldn't help but sneered.

It's hard to walk by the river bank without getting your shoes wet, not to mention that he has been trapped in the depths of the whirlpool and rarely escaped at this age, so how can he get out of his body?

"Red Blood..." Han Jianhua murmured, "You..."

He was halfway through the sentence, but he couldn't continue. Seeing Fang Jiu turned his head suspiciously, he couldn't say this even more.

For a general who has been fighting with iron and blood for several years, if he blurted out the question, it would be a humiliating statement if he didn't keep it.

Do you regret it?

Obviously you can keep yourself safe, but you still choose this journey back then. Was there a moment when you were speechless?

It takes only two or three lines of heroic ambition in the drama, and what is revealed to everyone is the most magnificent and heroic moment. The flash of iron and steel in the world will deceive the whole generation and the whole world into thinking that The earth-shattering fleeting moment is what they have all their lives.

Years of hard training in martial arts, the wind and frost of the frontier and the sword, will eventually lead to death... In such a fascinating manuscript, there is no record or description.

Han Jianhua hadn't finished speaking, but Fang Jiu took advantage of his drunkenness to make guesses. His brows and eyes gradually became solemn, and he said in a low voice: "I was born as a descendant of Dayue, so I wouldn't just stand by and watch my family and country fall. Please come here with the surname Chu." The help of the monks in Tianyuan Temple was just a few days ago... Grandpa was just angry that I kicked down the gate of the temple when I ran out. He knew that I had grievances in my heart, and staying in the temple would only lead to disputes. As for me..."

He smiled lowly, smashed a piece of tile with a low hand, and said softly: "I just think that I am a red blood, and it will explode when it explodes. Everyone is mortal, waiting to be old and old, panting to exhaustion, It’s better to take advantage of the time to go to the dynasty. Bury a lifetime of horse leather shrouds on the battlefield, tsk, it’s not bad to think about it..."

"No," he blinked twice, raised his hand and slammed Han Jianhua's shoulder, "If that's the case, remember to add some thatch to my bedroll... It's so cold, my nose is freezing."

This person is getting more and more out of shape, he must be completely drunk, Han Jianhua didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left, just as he was going down the high pavilion, he heard a long chant, which turned out to be the singing of Kunqu opera.

"Knowing the three feet of dust in my heart, and asking who is with me, it's half broken for a while..."

Now I only know that the past events are engraved on the eyebrows and hearts one by one, but there is nothing to keep.

Han Jianhua put the long knife in his hand back into the sheath slowly, and when he came back to his senses, he actually walked forward, picked up the two pieces of guns, lightly brushed the dust and blood on them, looked up at the scroll of banners on the high pavilion, and again Slowly lowering his head, he silently kowtowed to this person.

Standing up again, the general's eyes were slightly red, and while gently hiding the broken gun in the iron sand fur, he turned his head away and ordered loudly: "The eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River have all been recovered, and there is no delay in searching for the shaman Chuanmu—"

Behind him is He Lingyu and the military adviser. Although the deputy station master of the arsenal and Fang Jiu are not life-and-death friends, when Fang Jiu was in the Northwest Army, they still had some intersections with each other. Naturally, we know this He is a legendary young general.Now that the northern region has been pacified and the south of the Yangtze River has been regained, the mountains and rivers are a wonderful scene, but this handsome young man died here in such a way, he felt sad, his nose was sore, he quickly pulled a handkerchief to cover his face, and walked sideways.

The military division thought for a moment, and when Han Jianhua passed by with his horse, he grabbed him and said, "General Han."

Ever since the old man jumped over from the shaman Chuanmu, he provided all the real information, and together with He Lingyu, he helped the South Camp to come up with a lot of new weapons by virtue of his natural talent. The master who lives in trees.Although Han Jianhua was angry at the moment, he couldn't get angry at such a think tank, so he had to tighten the reins and stopped: "Military division."

Military Advisor: "Your Majesty must be with the shaman Chuanmu at this time. There is a hiding place in Nanban, and it may be unknown where it is."

This military adviser also has a distinct advantage over other sour literati, and that is the way of speaking like popping beans, clean and neat, without any sloppiness.For example, if you say such a sentence, if you are ordinary and wise, you must set up thousands of obstacles before the root of the speech. What is "I have a sentence that I don't know if I should say it" or "I have a little talent, and I dare not make mistakes. If this statement is wrong, Your Excellency Wanwang, don't pursue it" and a series of clichés, it seems that a warrior can save his life with a promise, which is quite beautiful.

This person hit the point with one sentence, and Han Jianhua couldn't help sitting upright on the horseback: "Please enlighten me, the military advisor."

The military master thought for a while with a sad face, and replied: "I have served Shaman Chuanmu for more than five years. This old thing is the most meticulous, and he is also a frightened bird. Every year, every year, every tree and tree is full of soldiers. It is very difficult to approach. I know Shaman Chuanmu used to place all kinds of rare treasures in Nanban Midi, if the general believed in me, he would go there immediately without stopping, but I can't guarantee...you will find His Majesty here."

Han Jianhua narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the general from head to toe, but after hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pulled him onto the horseback: "Please guide the way, the generals of the three armies of the South Camp, but only the generals follow the lead."