The capital, the royal hunting ground to the west more than 200 miles, there is a county named Ciyun County, there is a mountain named Ciyun Mountain in the middle of Ciyun County, this mountain stretches for more than 50 miles, the trees are tall, lush, there are occasionally a few wake-up bells here to ring, the mountain suddenly floats up the curling smoke, a quiet and peaceful.

The climate in the north is always later than in the south, and it is not until mid-April that people begin to harvest golden wheat one after another in the thousands of hectares of fertile fields under Tsz Yun Mountain.

In the wheat field, you can always see the small children of the farmer's family, who follow the adults behind the adults and pick up the ears of wheat, babbling and raising the ears of wheat in their hands, and seeing the adults in front of them turn their heads, the children will always say in an old-fashioned manner: "Dad, mother, you see, you have dropped so much again, and the drops are almost enough to pay the rent..."

The sweaty farmer in front occasionally looked back at the children behind him, and when he heard the complaints of his own children, he always smiled happily and continued to cut the wheat desperately.

Speaking of the farmer, the farmers in the wheat field will always look at a man in the middle wearing a blue robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and also bowing down to cut the ears of wheat.

The man had an elegant face, although he was only in his forties, but the sideburns on both sides were already a little gray, and he was not tall and strong, standing in the wheat field without being conspicuous, and he was skillful in cutting the ears of wheat, and he was not much more reckless than the farmer who worked all year round.

At this moment, there is a big monk who is a head taller than him standing next to this man, the big monk has a generous body, although he is holding a string of big Buddha beads in his hand, and he is wearing a gray Buddha robe, but he can't hide the evil qi that seeps out of his bones.

Dense beads of sweat oozed from the top of his smooth and mirror-like head, and the sunlight refracted on it, this monk stood quietly beside the man in green shirt, his big eyes and his unsmiling expression made people shudder.

The dealers have long been accustomed to this monk, but he just looks scary, and he is actually very good at talking on weekdays.

The farmer next to him untied the water bag on his waist, poured it into his mouth fiercely, and then turned the water bag towards the monk: "Master of the Five Rings, it's hot, drink saliva..."

The big monk didn't move his head for a moment, as if he had eyes behind him, and then he accurately took the water bag that the dealer still came over in his hand, and he was not polite, and drank the water bag in one go.

Then he didn't look back, and casually threw the water bag back to the farmer.

"Let's go, what's the matter with you standing in the wheat field for a big monk, or pull all the little monks in your temple over to me, you see, I still have so much wheat to harvest, if it rains heavily, rotting in the field, this year's hard work will be in vain."

The man in the green shirt said, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

"Master Hou, how long do you want to endure it, eighteen years, a whole eighteen years, the little ones have been waiting for you, is the Hou Ye who frightened the enemy back then really gone and never came back? If you really want to be a farmer here for the rest of your life, the five precepts will accompany you here for the rest of your life, and you won't go anywhere. ”

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and subconsciously fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"What's so bad about being a farmer? What's more, I am still the largest landlord in this area, I don't have to worry about food, I don't have to worry about clothing, everyone fought desperately together back then, isn't this just for this? The Liu family is not thin on us, everything that should be given has been given, what are you not satisfied with..."

The man in the green shirt continued to bend over and cut the ears of wheat, speaking very casually, his voice tepid and unangry.

The great monk silently chanted the Buddha's name, and Yan Sù's face couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart again.

In the distance, a man wearing black clothes and a crooked hat hurriedly ran over, habitually glanced at the Wujie monk next to the man in green shirt, and did not shy away from it, bowed down and said: "Master, there is news from the Southern Regions that Zhang Meng's army has won a great victory in Heiya Mountain, and Master Qiu's son has been killed. ”

"Oh!"

The man in the green shirt was surprised.

In fact, this kind of small war in Black Cliff Mountain couldn't attract his attention at all, but because the terrain of this war was very distinctive, it was worthy of the attention of him, a marquis who started with a war, that made people pay special attention to it.

"Big brother's son is dead?" The Wujie monk opened his eyes instantly, "Who did it?" ”

A fierce momentum erupted from him, and the big Buddha clothes were bulging.

The family spread his hands: "It is said that he was burned to death by the people, and he didn't even leave a corpse, and he died a miserable death..."

The Wujie monk was angry again, and his huge fists were clenched with a rattling sound.

Seeing that the man in the green shirt was just surprised and then continued to cut the wheat, the Wujie monk said excitedly: "I heard that there is a junior general in the Southern Regions Army who makes the Eighteen Styles of Crazy Sword, will he be the descendant of the sixth brother?" Master Hou, don't you want to know? ”

"I said back then, I won't care about the affairs of the court in the future, and I don't ask you to be as depressed as me, Qiao Yuntian's affairs are still I'm sorry for him, let him pass the past, so many years have passed, why bother to be so relieved."

The calm voice of the man in the green shirt was extremely lonely, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"I heard that Jiang Hong appeared in the Southern Regions, and he also accepted Zhang Meng's son Zhang Chong as a disciple, and taught him all his martial arts.

The Wujie monk clenched his fists angrily, he always had nothing to do about the depravity and depression of the mighty marquis, for so many years, he always tried to awaken the fighting spirit in Feng Chun's heart.

He knew that what happened eighteen years ago, in Feng Chun's heart, he still hadn't stepped out of this hurdle.

In the distance, a white-haired old man carried a Fang Tian painting halberd on his shoulder, stepped on the wheat all the way, and walked towards this side angrily with two thick legs.

When he saw the Wujie monk, he said in a muffled voice: "Fourth brother, I want to go to the Southern Regions to avenge my Zheng'er, are you going to go?" ”

When he said this, he didn't even glance at the man in green shirt next to him, as if he had known that he would not care about their lives or deaths.

The Wujie monk looked at Feng Chun in embarrassment: "Master Hou, are you really going to chill the hearts of your brothers?" It's not all your fault back then, we didn't blame you, if we want to blame, we can only blame that vicious woman, the sixth brother and we cut off our robes and broke off our righteousness, but didn't we all forgive you before we died?

Sixth brother's letter, forgive your letter, Master Hou, even if I beg you, we all need you very much.

Now that the eldest brother's son has been poisoned again, can you really bear to watch the eight of us die one by one under the enemy's sword? Back then, everyone was terrified, and where was the Hou Ye who was strategizing and winning a decisive life thousands of miles away, and even the emperor had to look at your color? ”R1152