[Sword Three] Pinellia

This is a small town in the north called Zhouzhen.It is said that it was called Zhoujia Village in the past, and then it gradually became a city, following a centuries-old tradition of using surnames as names.There are not many such towns, and the most indispensable in this world are the similar names of "Chenjia Village" and "Lijia Town".

In fact, it is not far from Yanmen Pass.After all, they only drove for a day, but for some reason, there was a kind of fireworks in this town that hadn't been seen for a long time.In other words, compared with the severe cold of the frontier, there is more enthusiasm.This smell will make people mistakenly think that this is not a frontier with frequent wars, but a prosperous Central Plains.

It was already evening, and the sky reflected the flowing clouds, enveloping a layer of festive colors.

Mo Yi drove the carriage slowly, and asked in a voice that was not too big or too small for the people in the car to hear: "It's getting late, why don't you rest in Zhou Town tonight?"

The woman sitting in the car opened the curtain sideways, and the sky was full of glowing clouds. Although it was not very late, this place was not a bustling place. If you left Zhou Town, it might be difficult to find a place to stay before dark.Linglong lowered the curtain and responded softly: "That's fine."

The wheels rolled over the ground and came to a stop in front of a small inn.The clerk in the store was very clever, and came out to greet him: "Both, stay in the store?"

Mo Yi helped Linglong get out of the carriage, and someone came to fix the carriage.He looked at the buddy and nodded, and was about to speak when suddenly there was a commotion in the distance.The sound of men yelling and cursing was getting closer and closer to the sound of horseshoes. The vendors who were cleaning up the stalls on the street hurriedly hid far away. A child who couldn't run was knocked to the ground and burst into tears.However, that rider's equestrian skills are obviously not bad. Although he couldn't dodge enough to bump into someone, he still didn't directly step on the child's body.

The rider quickly galloped past several people, and soon another group of people followed. Judging by their attire, they should be together.It's just that the team at the back came to the front of Mo Yi and the others, but they could barely rein in their horses. A man called out to the leader of Yiqi Juechen in front: "My lord!"

"Woo--" The horse stopped suddenly and stood upright, and took a few steps back before standing still. The rider turned and walked back, his rough face was exhausted and impatient, "What's the matter?"

"My lord, it's about this time now." The speaker pointed to the sun in the western sky, "I'm sure I won't be able to reach Yanmen Pass before dark, and there is an inn here, so I'll sleep here tonight and set off tomorrow morning."

The adult looked at the darkening sky, once the sun slanted to the west, the sky would get dark very quickly, but after a while, the clouds dispersed, and it was really getting late.

"It's up to you. Brothers, rest here tonight and start tomorrow morning."

There are not many inn clerks in the small town, and there is only one who can come out to greet people.After weighing the balance, the buddy decided to entertain these few people who obviously had a lot of background first.As for the two gangsters—the waiter glanced at them uneasily from the corner of his eye, and found that Mo Yi and the two didn't care, and walked into the shop without hesitation, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.You know, those Jianghu people always like to fight.

Although these people who came today seem to be difficult to deal with, their demands are not that difficult.The clerk settled those men, turned his head and regretted that Mo Yi and Linglong had been settled again, and then he tore off the towel on his shoulders and shook, feeling inexplicably relieved.

"What do you think they are in a hurry to go to Yanmen Pass?" In the lobby, Linglong pretended to eat and asked in a low voice.

Judging by their clothes, these people should be soldiers of a certain local army, but they are definitely not Cangyun Army.His face was tired, it should be that he had traveled for a long time.

"Maybe it's something like a transfer in the army." Mo Yi guessed casually. He also knew little about these things, because he didn't care about them. Occasionally, Yan Wangqing's letter would briefly mention them, so he probably knew a little bit.

"It's such a hurry, I'm afraid it's a big deal."

Mo Yi put the selected fish into the Linglong bowl. He knew what she was worried about, "Don't worry. Now that the new year is approaching, there should be no war at the border."

Linglong was a little embarrassed when she was told about the central matter, but she didn't reveal it. She continued on the topic, "We've been separated for so many years, and I'm worried that it's not just this time. But Ban Xia, if there is a war, what will she do?"

"Even if Yan Wangqing tied her up, she wouldn't let her stay there."

Linglong laughed softly: "Ban Xia's temperament...the pigeon you released should have arrived, right?"

The day when Mo Yi released the pigeons was when Ban Xia was angry with him, and of course when he left, Ban Xia was still angry.The pigeon flew for three days and two nights, no matter whether Pinellia's anger subsides or not, it should have arrived at the Valley of Flowers long ago.

In the winter month of November, Chang’an City’s thin snow has covered the ground, but Wanhua Valley’s rain is pattering. This paradise is like spring all the year round. Some disciples who grew up here don’t even know what Dongxue looks like.

However, no one in the valley would mention snow. Snow is always cold, and its beauty is often accompanied by the arrival of cruel winter.The younger disciples read it in the book, and they couldn't help being curious. According to the rules of the valley,-this rule was also brought by the owner of the valley from the Knights Island-the male twenty and the female sixteen can go out of the valley freely. Their curiosity is unnecessary. Very eager.

Although the climate is quite different from the outside world, the days also become shorter every winter.Angelica lit the candles in the house in the afterglow of dusk, and the light illuminated the empty bed, the bedding on the bed was the same as when Pinellia left.Dang Gui sighed softly, Master and Junior Sister have left the valley for more than a month, but there is not even a letter.

A white pigeon came rushing in through the window, and a tuft of feathers on the pigeon's head was dyed black——to satisfy Angelica's wicked taste in childhood, all the pigeons raised by Mo Yi dyed such a tuft on their heads. became a sign.

The pigeon cooed a few times, and Danggui ran over to grab it whole in his hand as if he had found a treasure, and untied the bamboo tube on his leg. Just as he was about to look at it, an ink worker outside the door barged in:

"Danggui! I found that adding acacia to 'Zheyu' is more effective... What is this?" He snatched the letter from Angelica's hand, opened it and glanced at it, his expression changed, "Your master is coming back... Ban Xia was injured! Damn, I thought he could take good care of Ban Xia, what happened!"

"Ban Xia was injured?" Dang Gui scrambled to reply, frowning slightly, "This is not easy, I have to discuss this matter with the owner of the valley. Accompany me to Zhai Xing Lou."

She went out in a hurry, but was dragged back by the ink worker by the collar, "What are you doing in Zhaixing Tower? The owner of the valley is in retreat now, why did he see you? Go to Sanxing Mochiyue first to find Mr. Monk, the owner of the valley is in retreat, sir can always in charge."

The monk and his party acted on behalf of the head.At the moment, the old man is playing with the newly made mecha wooden bird on the highest platform of Samsung Mochizuki. However, the wooden bird often breaks down while flying in mid-air, and needs to be checked carefully.

"On behalf of the head, Mogong is asking to see you."

"Ink worker?" A smile appeared on the dry and bitter face of the monk and his party, "let him come here quickly."

There is no need to introduce or lead the way.Mo Gong left the sage disciple, walked quickly to the monk and his party, and bowed: "Supporting head."

Dang Gui hurriedly followed, accidentally bumped his nose into Mo Gong's back, jumped aside annoyed, rubbed his nose with one hand, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Deputy head."

The monk and his party nodded to the two juniors, he put down the wooden bird in his hand, and the attendant took it and stepped aside, "I see that you are in a hurry, I think you are not just here to see the old man?"

Mogong glanced at Danggui out of the corner of his eye, and Danggui glared at him, then stretched out a finger and stabbed Mogong while the old man was not paying attention.

"Deputy head, we just received a letter from senior brother Mo Yi." Mo Gong didn't want to explain too much, so he handed over the letter directly, "As for what's going on, the acting head will know right away."

Compared to the astonishment of the two juniors just now, this old man seemed very calm.He read the contents of the letter by the candlelight at the side, and thought for a while: "Tomorrow, I will discuss with Mr. Sun to see who is more appropriate to send. You can go back first. ——Mr. Mo stays, I have something to tell you."

"Yes." Danggui bowed his head and stepped back, leaving only Mogong and Seng on the empty Samsung Mochiyue.

It was already night, and the wind brought a coolness.The wind at this high place can taste something different from spring and summer.The mechanism wooden bird staggered in the wind, and when a gust of wind tightened, its long wooden wings shook twice and fell to the ground.

The ink worker picked up the wooden bird, "The wooden bird of acting head needs to be improved."

The monk and his party looked at the young man in front of him. He was very talented in mechanism making. After his guidance, he was so talented that his current skills were probably even better than his own.It's just strange, Mogong never liked to make machines, but to play with drugs.Although his craftsmanship may have already surpassed that of Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan, which is famous for its ingenious hidden weapons.

"So, Gong'er, tell me what needs to be improved?"

On the third-floor platform of Samsung Mochiyue, in the night wind, young and old were exploring for a mechanical wooden bird.

In a post house thousands of miles away, two groups of people with opposite destinations meet here, and Mo Yi puts on his coat and stares at the stars in the clear sky.

"Jing, Gui, Liu, Xing, Zhang, Yi, Zhen, these are the seven constellations in the south. The corresponding earthly branches are..."

"I know."

"Well, master will test you. The stars are divided into nine fields, which nine fields?"

"Central Juntian, Jiao, Kang, and Di. Eastern Cangtian, Fangxinwei, Biantian Ji and Bullfighting, Xuantian Girl Void Dangerous Room, Youtian..."

"Ban Xia. Remember the direction too."

"I remember. I don't bother to say."

"I'm lazy too."

"...Master, it's much more fun outside than here. If Uncle Mogong didn't bring me back..."

"Continue to be your little beggar, little liar?"

"Heaven will send you a great mission, so you must first work hard on your heart. Maybe I will be prosperous in the future..."

"Master is going to Shuozhou? Take me with you."

"Master, it's really cold here at Yanmen Pass."

"I do not go."

If you don't leave, Master always spoils you, but, is it right or wrong to keep you in Yanmen this time?

In the posthouse, the envoy heading north slept soundly all night.

Outside Yanmen Pass, the hungry wolves found their prey tonight.

The author has something to say: Zheyu--Lan destroys Yuzhe

Acacia and red beans are not the same medicine, acacia is poisonous.

Shangxian's disciples... the guards of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley are all Shangxian