Liaodong County, Qinghe County.

Dayue's territory has come to this place, it is almost at the end, although there is a name of the county, but looking at the desolate four fields, walking for two days, you may not be able to meet the smoking villages, it seems that it has gone out of the world, to the corner of the world.

The world is a big chessboard, emperors, princes, peddlers and pawns, are just chess pieces on the top, moving with the general trend, no one can escape, among which the slightly stronger ones can change their routes slightly, so as to occupy a more advantageous position on the chessboard.

The location of Qingshui County may be at the very corner of the chessboard, or it has already reached the outside of the chessboard. The emperors and princes on the chessboard intrigue for a stone, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes fight bloodily for all forces, all of which have nothing to do with here, just a small place.

The New Year is approaching, a small village deep in the mountains, scattered along the mountain col, more than a dozen families, the door frames of the old earthen houses have been cleaned neatly, it seems that it is preparing for the Chinese New Year's Eve. Dressed in old clothes handed down from his brother, the half-grown child crouched in the doorway, looking curiously at what might be the first outsider to set foot in the village since he was born.

The trail at the entrance of the village, there is a big locust tree, which is thick and thick, and it has been standing at the entrance of the village for many years, and for all the villagers here, they were born and grew here.

Father-in-law Jia, who was wearing an ordinary cloth robe, wore a felt hat on his head, and carefully looked at the big locust tree in front of him with his hands behind his back, probably recalling when this tree appeared. After all, when he left the village to escape the famine, he was not yet ten years old.

Jiazi was fleeting, and there seemed to be no change except that the tree had grown taller.

Grandpa Jia grinned, revealing a few big teeth. Walk slowly down the narrow country lanes with your hands behind your back, take a few steps and stop to look, think back for a moment, and then continue walking.

The village is not big, and the outsiders who came soon found out, and the farmer and the mother-in-law who were idle at home stood at the door and looked, because the outsiders who came were dressed very neatly, and they might be the lord of the town, and they did not dare to come forward to be polite.

Father-in-law Jia just walked and stopped, and when he passed by the courtyard dam of a family, he raised his head and looked at the half-grown child squatting on the edge of the courtyard dam.

"Little baby, does the old Liu family still live in the village?"

The black paint on the little baby's face was so black, but she just stared at the white jade pendant on Jia's waist stupidly, as if she had never seen such a beautiful stone.

Father-in-law Jia glanced at his gaze and smiled: "I forgot, why do you still have ...... with you when you leave the palace" He raised his dry fingers, took down the sign in the palace, and threw it to the half-grown child: "Take it and play." ”

The little baby held the white jade plate, grinned, and said a few words, looking at the expression, it should be asking and thanking.

Father-in-law Jia listened carefully, but he couldn't understand it, and then he remembered that the small village definitely didn't understand Yayan, and he couldn't remember the dialect of his hometown.

"Alas......"

Father-in-law Jia was slightly lost, according to the expression of the little baby, the chicken and the duck chatted a few words of homely things, and then continued to walk two miles, in a ravine, found a dilapidated earthen house, the roof collapsed decades ago, only a pile of earthen walls remained.

Father-in-law Jia stood in the old house yard that had been turned into a vegetable field, looked left and right, followed the memory of his childhood, found the ancestral grave behind the house, rolled up his sleeves, and cleared the weeds and small trees that were already taller than people, revealing a few small dirt bags, and there were no tombstones in the deep mountain villages, all of them were passed down by the elders by word of mouth, saying, 'This is grandpa, this is grandma', so many years have passed, and I can't tell who is who.

In the silent mountains, the white-haired rickety old man stood in front of several old graves and bowed seriously. Then with a wooden stick, he dug a pit on the ground where he was lying alone, and lay in it with the dirt on his pillow, watching the snowflakes fall from his head and cover his body, his eyes were a little dazed.

has been in the core of the whole world all his life, and knows more things than all the princes and princes in the world combined. I can't remember how many people I've killed, but martial arts have reached the top of the world as early as the year of their establishment, and they have been invincible for a lifetime, and they have been lonely for a lifetime.

This old servant should be used to it, and there is no child behind him to protect him, and suddenly he becomes a free body, but he is a little at a loss, and has nothing to do but wait for death.

From dawn to sunset.

Father-in-law Jia looked at the sky and muttered suspiciously:

"Why aren't you dead...... It's hard to get things done......"

Father-in-law Jia carefully recalled his life to see what was missing.

First, he followed the army to the north and south, washed and washed the horses in the army, and did not make a mistake.

When I arrived in Chang'an City, I served Emperor Xiaozong for half my life, and then served Emperor Xian and Song Ji, and I didn't make a mistake.

That's not a matter of business.

Father-in-law Jia put his thoughts on himself again. Good

I know very well that I haven't done anything for myself in my life, and more than ten years ago, I felt that no one would inherit the mantle of my life, so I chose two little eunuchs with a good foundation to teach martial arts.

One is now staying by Song Ji's side and continues to be the guardian saint of the Great Interior, and the other one has somehow died in the Tai Liquid Pool.

Jia Yi......

Father-in-law Jia pondered for a while, only to find out that he was still a father, and his son was also a son.

I hadn't thought about this stubble before, so it's no wonder I couldn't close my eyes.

"Alas...... Running for your life......"

Father-in-law Jia sighed, stood up with his hands on his knees, glanced at the small village that was no longer his hometown, and his figure flashed and disappeared between the mountains and fields......

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Night fell quietly, and the fast horses did not stop, missing the township where they landed. Xu Buling stopped on the bank of the Xiang River, looked for a small forest next to the official road, rested for half the night, and continued on his way at dawn.

There was a simple marching tent on the horse, but it was a large rolled up tarpaulin, and the four corners were tied to a tree and set up, which could only keep out the rain and snow, not even the wind.

The snowy night was cold and windy, and there was no shop in front of the village in the wilderness, and there was not even a light at all.

Xu Buling picked up the large oilcloth and found hay to feed the four horses. The little nightingale and Ning Qingye came back from chopping some dry branches with their swords in the woods, and a bonfire was raised on the ground.

Zhongli Jiujiu was made to cry in the cave room last night, and he didn't even have a moment to rest in the morning, so he rode a horse and ran all day. After all, she is a yellow flower girl who is new to menstruation, and she is not a young woman who has been on the battlefield for a long time, so she naturally can't stand it a little, and she feels that her legs are sore, and she doesn't want to get up when she sits by the campfire.

Ning Qingye put down the dry branch, and took the small copper kettle from the side of the horse to boil some hot water, seeing that Zhong Li Jiujiu and the young grandmother seemed to be sitting, they didn't know how to get up and take a hand, so they were displeased:

"Do you want to make it a family? You took the money and let the lord serve you? ”

The relationship between Zhongli Jiujiu and Xu Buling is naturally not good to be disclosed in front of the younger generation, and there is really no way to refute this. Her face turned slightly red, and she wanted to brace herself up to help.

Seeing this, Xu Buling put down the hay and let the wind chasing horse feed himself, came to Zhongli Jiujiu and sat down, and said with a smile:

"I was very tired in Bodhi Island for the first two days, and I didn't have anything to do with resting for a while, so let's come and sit down, take a break, and have to hurry up when the morning dawns."

Ning Qingye saw that Xu Buling was actually protecting Zhongli Jiujiu, Qing Shui's eyes showed a little suspicious, but Zhongli Jiujiu looked really tired, he didn't want to get up in bed last night, and he didn't say anything more at the moment, and continued to boil hot water.

Zhong Li Jiujiu's eyes were obviously warm, but she had heard Chu Chu say that Ning Qingye had already shared the same bed with Xu Buling, and to put it bluntly, she was still a fox who seduced other men's men in front of others, and she was embarrassed to be pampered and arrogant; Raise your hand and take out the dry food from your bag and distribute it to the three people around the campfire.

After the lessons in the dungeon, Xu Buling now has a long memory, carrying a seven-day ration with him, as long as he can replenish his physical strength to fight hunger, he no longer pays attention to whether it is good or not. The dry food is a 'biscuit' made of fat and flour, which is as hard as a stone, and it is not a pleasure for four people to eat it when they gather around to nibble together, and they will not eat it after the hunger pang is eliminated a little.

The long journey was very boring, and there was no interest in talking around the fireplace, so Ning Qingye took off the blanket from the side of the horse, spread it under the tarpaulin, and rested on the wooden pillow. Zhongli Jiujiu also lay down next to him, the nightingale lay between the two, and the little sparrow shrunk into Zhongli Jiujiu's clothes, only poking out a small head from under his neck, stupid.

Although it was snowy, the scene was obviously very warm.

Xu Buling, as a contemporary martial artist and a man, didn't think about going in to rest at this time, sitting under the tree next to him with his sword, watching the bonfire in a daze.

The night was quiet, except for a few vague breathing sounds.

Xu Buling sat for a while, maybe a little bored, and turned his head to look at the three delicate faces under the firelight, each with its own temperament, or cold as ice or as bright as fire, pleasing to the eye.

Ning Qing lay down in a regular manner, he must not be able to sleep, and after finding that Xu Buling was looking at her, he took a breath, and after enduring it for a while, he turned over, turned his back to Xu Buling, and didn't let him look at it.

Zhongli Jiujiu heard the sound, peeked at it, and then stretched out his hand from under the blanket and secretly held Xianggong's hand.

The newlywed girl is always clingy, Xu Buling raised the corners of her mouth, warmed her little hands, and turned her gaze away.

I sat in the grove for I don't know how long I was guarding the three beauties, and when I saw that the sky was about to dawn, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded on the road......