This night, Bu An didn't sleep steadily, half-asleep and half-awake, his ears were full of crying and fighting. ◢ With ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ lā dream in the fire sky, thick smoke covers the sun.

When he explained the situation in Ningyang County to Qingshan, his tone was calm, as if he didn't care at all, but in his heart it may not be so. The world of Shenzhou is not all mediocre people, and no one is willing to come to the muddy waters of the Moon Sect, so naturally they have weighed the pros and cons and know that the price is too great.

Is he willing to bear this price? and can he afford it?

On the way to Jianzhou, he said a lot of bold words to boost morale, but when it was really time to sacrifice his life, he had to hesitate again and again.

In front of him, it seemed that a gambling table was set up, and on the opposite side was the behemoth of the Lunatic Cult, but there were only seven divisions on his side. Whether this gamble can be won, and how it can be won, is uncertain...... And if he loses everything, he himself will not be able to leave, and how many of the hundreds of brothers under his hand will survive?

Bu An can kill people calmly, indifferently watch people die, even if Ningyang County is bleeding, he will not hesitate and sleep...... But only look at the people around you differently.

Whether it is Qingshan, Zhang Blind, Deng Xiaoxian, or others, he regards them as relatives.

Even those brothers who still can't be named, people believe in him and obey him, and abandon their families to come out with him, how can he bear to let them die because of his own thoughts?

It is said that once the success will be achieved, the reason is easy to understand, and the authority is really in hand, and when the corpse is further ambushed for a hundred miles, and when the clouds are light and the wind is light, it is by no means to witness a living sacrifice, the blood is colder, the heart is harder, and you can be righteous without hesitation and move forward.

At the end of November, in Ningyang County, it was cold at night, lying on the wooden bed in the guest house, Bu'an, who had not yet reached the age of seventeen, deeply felt that there were some things in this world that could not be easily dealt with by ingenuity alone.

In the middle of the night, he saw the charm sitting in front of the window in a daze, so he rubbed his eyes and simply sat down.

"I thought you were used to seeing life and death, and your heart was like a rock. But it turned out to be all strong, tossing and turning all night, I don't usually see you like this......" The charm turned her head to look at him, and said with a grin.

Bu An knew that she had misunderstood, so he didn't bother to explain, and said after a moment of silence: "You have lived for more than a thousand years, have you ever done anything that you regret?"

"Can't regret it?" was asked inexplicably and skillfully, turned to face him, and said without thinking: "After so long, what do you regret or not regret, you have forgotten everything......"

"Your memory is really bad," Bu An smiled and said, "I don't know who told me that people die and turn into ghosts, and only those who have obsessions will be cautious and not lose their wisdom." If there are not some things in the bottom of my heart, some people who are reluctant to forget, who wants to be a lonely and lonely wild ghost?"

Wei Mei seemed to be hit by what he said, and her expression was a little gloomy, and she said lightly after a while: "What I have done, no matter how much I regret it at the beginning, I will be relieved after a long time." There are only some things that I regret because I didn't do them. ”

Bu An was silent, savoring the deep meaning of the female ghost's words, maybe what he and Wei Mei were thinking was something that had nothing to do with each other, but this did not affect him from getting some inspiration from it.

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Early the next morning, not long after Bu An got up, the innkeeper led a middle-aged man who was well-dressed and had a good demeanor to meet him.

This person's surname is Lin Weijun, who is the owner of this inn, and his words are very polite, saying that "the trumpet is ugly, if there is any neglect, please forgive me", and said that "now the county is not prosperous, and there is a lack of resources".

Bu An saw him crying so poor, thinking that he was reminding himself to prepay the store fee, but who knew that after the forester finished speaking politely, he instructed his subordinates to carry a few pigs, sheep and livestock from outside the inn to come in, not only did not mention the money for the store, but also gave him dozens of taels of silver.

When the forester was leaving, he hinted that Bu'an should go to the county government to meet the local magistrate, and Bu'an casually coped with it.

According to him, since the whole of Ningyang County has noticed the Seventh Division, they should be tested as usual: Today, the forester came out to give gifts, and he was singing with a red face;

Bu An was reluctant to take a stand for the time being, and he didn't have the leisure time to accompany the county squire to play Tai Chi, so he didn't take the hints outside the forester to heart at all.

However, for the first time, the people of the Seventh Division felt the benefits of being an "officer and soldier", and they were quite interested.

Bu An vaguely caught a glimpse of Qingshan being depressed, and he didn't know if she was because of the conversation last night, or if he felt that he had accepted the benefits of the Ningyang County gentry, and he was going to join them.

However, Zhang Blind reminded Bu'an that hundreds of years ago, the holy Xue Pan of Fujian Chinese medicine was a native of Ningyang County.

When Bu An heard him say this, he suddenly remembered that the shopkeeper Lin in the teahouse last night had mentioned a Xue girl, and said in his heart that this Xue girl was Xue Pan's descendant.

Most of the seven divisions are Taoist cultivators in the rivers and lakes of Yuezhou, and there is no heir to the medical family, so it would be of great benefit if they could recruit a successor of the medical saint.

As soon as he thought of this, he found the innkeeper - this person was also surnamed Lin, and it seemed that he was the same as the shopkeeper Lin in the teahouse, he was a slave of the forester's family - and said that he had heard the name of the Xue family in Ningyang for a long time, and wanted to visit him, so he asked him to find someone to lead the way.

Of course, the shopkeeper didn't dare to refuse, and personally led Bu'an out of the inn. Su Su followed behind like a small tail.

Early in the morning, the street was deserted, and Bu An just wanted to ask where all the people had gone yesterday, but he saw a soup kitchen at the end of the street - there were people and those people, lined up in front of the porridge.

"This is a porridge shed funded by the owner of the disdainful name. Shopkeeper Lin greeted the guy in front of the porridge shed and explained to Bu'an.

"The forester is really benevolent and righteous outside. Bu'an said casually.

Shopkeeper Lin couldn't hear what he said, so he said to himself: "The rich squires in the city, as long as their families have surplus grain, they will put one or two such porridge sheds near their own industries. If it weren't for the mercy of the old men, the city would have starved to death. ”

"Do these people wander all day long after they have eaten enough?" Bu An was also a little curious.

"That will not be done, take advantage of the morning to give porridge, gather together, so that it is easy to control, and will lead them to do some work, and then disperse in the afternoon. It's very difficult to manage, one by one, they are like starving ghosts, they eat a lot of food, and they do less work...... "Shopkeeper Lin shook his head and sighed: "There were three guys in my store last month, the older one, and then it became like this." Those who used to help in the porridge shed now have to live on charity. ”

Bu An stopped talking, just walked while silently watching this absurd scene - this Ningyang County is like a concentration camp, but here, if the jailers are not careful, they will also become prisoners in custody.

The county seat is not big, but with a stick of incense, Shopkeeper Lin led Bu'an to the door of Miss Xue's house. The county was in and out during the day, and when it was delivered to the place, Bu An let him go back.