Chapter 862: The feud stayed until that day

The people will not care about or see the torrent undercurrent under the seemingly calm of eastern Xinjiang, nor can they see the disaster that may come tomorrow, they can only see today's days and run for today. It's already the time of spring sowing, and there are not many pedestrians on the official road.

When the peasants working in the fields heard the thunderous sound rolling up against the ground from a distance, they got up and looked in the direction from which the sound came. They are curious, and they also take the opportunity of curiosity to straighten up and relax. The children were playing on the side of the road, not yet old enough to notice why their father's tired bent waist looked so strange. They also didn't understand why their father stood up with his hands on his waist, wheezing, and sweating.

When they saw that it was a feared army, the adults in the fields began to shout to the children in panic to leave the official road. Children run and rush to their parents' arms as if they are chickens that will burrow under their parents' wings when they encounter danger.

It's been a long time since we've seen an army move, so people are a little frightened.

The cavalry that rushed over on the official road was violent, and the word Mu on the big banner at the front made the people breathe a sigh of relief.

It's the people of Mufu.

This place is not far from the bank of the Yangtze River, and you can see the embankment through the village.

More than a dozen horsemen and horses came from the direction of the Yangtze River to meet the team, and the father who was holding the child in the field told the child with some pride that it was called scouts, and it was for the team to explore the way. The child's eyes were full of admiration, and at this age he still thought that his father knew everything, and if he had any questions, he could get answers from his father.

The leader of the scouts jumped from his horse, ran a few briskly steps, and then fell on one knee before an iron-clad general, who was so far away that the people did not know what he was talking about. Then they saw the ironclad general reach out and point, and the team set off again.

"Grandpa, I will be such a general in the future!"

A boy snuggled up in his father's arms said this.

"Good"

The father laughed heartily: "My child is ambitious!" ”

I don't know how many fathers have praised their children so sincerely, and then have to have a headache after a few years about how their children can live a little better in the future. The fact is that ambition is not the same as ...... will succeed. If a million fathers have ever been proud of their sons, then perhaps only one of the million fathers will be so proud that they can watch their sons put on that iron armor.

The remaining 999,999 fathers either teach their sons to plow the fields, or teach their sons to do the work, or ...... wiped a handful of old tears from his son at the moment he put on his uniform, praying that his son would not die on the battlefield.

The team quickly passed through the villages and towns, and then rushed along the Yangtze River embankment to the west. After walking for more than ten miles, the team stopped again, and there was a big boat parked on the riverside less than two hundred meters away from the team's stop, which was the only place suitable for a big ship to anchor within a radius of thirty miles.

It used to be a very prosperous place for merchant ships to supply, more than ten years ago the Yangtze River disaster flooded both sides of the bank for hundreds of miles, this place was also destroyed, who knew that after the water receded, the trestle bridge was exposed again, and there was no damage. However, because of the construction of a water village near the county seat more than fifty miles away, the caravan did not have ships to choose to anchor here.

Alone, there was only one ship.

There are no signs on the ship, so it is impossible to tell which trading house it belongs to.

The iron-clad general waved his hand, and the team split up. He jumped down from his horse, raised his clairvoyant and looked at it carefully, and then gave a few low commands, and then two hundred knights dismounted from their horses and took out their weapons hidden under their cloaks from behind.

It was a musket, something that many people in the Central Plains had heard of but had not seen. And the musket team under Mu Guangling seems to have something more special. When it was first formed, Su Yang, the head of the Penglai Sect, once asserted that this cavalry team was an army that could really threaten the great cultivators.

A team of 200 and 50 men outflanked the large ship, then stopped a few dozen meters away, fanned out, and the muzzles of muskets were aimed at the ship.

Mu Guangling took off the iron helmet from the top of his head, his face gloomy as water.

He strode toward the ship, followed by eight iron-clad warriors with lances. In this cavalry ranks, only these eight men still use lances, not firearms.

Ship

On deck

Fang Xie sat there alone, with a small table in front of him, and on the table was a plate of steaming fish stew, which was the river fish he had caught by himself after dawn, and it had been simmered for more than an hour, fragrant. He was still in the mood to go to the shore and ask for two turnips, and then cut them into thick slices and stew them together under the fish.

In the northwest, the people of Fangu City are used to stewing fish like this. It's just that they don't have much fish for a long time throughout the year, and the small lake east of Fangu City only freezes for a few months. The Fangu people are accustomed to stewing radish with fish and calling it a fish pickle.

To be honest, after simmering for a long time, the taste of the radish is really better than that of fish.

Not only radish, but also wide vermicelli stewed together, and sometimes some pork belly is added. This way of eating must be regarded as an outlier in the south of the Great Sui River.

Fang Xie picked up a slice of radish and put it in his mouth, feeling the smell of fish.

He looked sideways at Mu Guangling who came on board, then reached out and picked up the wine jug, and poured wine into the empty cup opposite. Behind him, Mu Xianjun, who had a broken arm, sat on a chair with a vicious face. When he saw his father, he began to cry like a child.

"Take the young master back"

Mu Guangling's gaze looked over Mu Xianjun's bare right shoulder, and his brows trembled involuntarily a few times. The ironclad guards behind hurriedly stepped forward and helped Mu Xianjun off the boat.

"Changed my mind on the last minute."

Fang Xie pointed to the chair opposite: "I originally planned to let my people take the little grandfather to take a step first, but after thinking about it, it is better to give him back to you first." ”

Mu Guangling sat down opposite Fang Xie with a sinking face, and waved his hand to prevent the guards from stepping forward to make a move.

"It's fragrant"

Mu Guangling picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of fish meat in his mouth, chewing slowly: "A person's attitude towards food can explain his attitude towards himself." Zhen Guogong can cook a fish so delicately, and he naturally cares more about himself. So I don't understand why you're deliberately targeting me. ”

"The first thing you did when you came to Dongjiang was to ruin my layout in the Northern Liao. I didn't pursue this matter, because after all, you are Wan Yanyong's uncle, and I can find a reason for you, you don't want your father-in-law to become your enemy in the future...... That's reason enough. ”

"The second thing is that you killed two of my men and sent me back to the mansion. I've also found a reason for you, because these two people did send them to kill them themselves. If the two of them hadn't found them on their own, you wouldn't have had a chance to kill them. This reason is enough. ”

"The third thing, you lost one of my son's arms."

He looked at Fang Jie: "I didn't help you find a reason for this matter, because any reason is meaningless." Even if my son is wrong, it is not wrong in the eyes of my father, and the fault is always the person who hurt him. He lost an arm, and if I didn't kill the man who had lost his arm, it would be my father's fault. ”

"That's right"

Fang Xie nodded: "Understandable. ”

"So, there's no reason why I shouldn't kill you."

Mu Guangling put down his chopsticks and looked straight into Fang Jie's eyes.

"I spent the whole morning stewing this fish and then I was done."

Fang Xie picked a piece of fish fat and put it in his mouth, and then took a sip of wine, which was extremely beautiful.

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"Saying this, it has nothing to do with you ruining my son's arm."

Mu Guangling looked at Fang Xie and said.

Fang Xie drank the last sip of wine, looked at the remaining half of the stewed fish and said with some pity: "I thought you would eat some, but I didn't expect to waste my kindness." ”

This sentence is a pun.

"The things you tell me are not worth my son's arm."

Mu Guangling stood up and took a few steps back: "If Dongjiang really faces a disaster, I would rather give up the army and guard every inch of land I should hold in the Central Plains, I thank you for telling me this, and the 100,000 border troops also thank you for warning in advance." Mu Mansion still knows what is important. I can fight for the world for my son, but I can't lose Dongjiang for the sake of the world. But that has nothing to do with this battle between you and me. ”

"I didn't want to avoid this battle because I told you this, and if I did, I didn't have to stop, and I didn't have to give your son back to you. Maybe it's because I gave you back your son that you think I'm courting you...... If you think so, you're wrong. ”

Fang Xie also got up and stretched his body: "I gave him back to you because with his cultivation, even if he only has one arm left, he can kill countless enemies on the battlefield in the future, because he can still do things for Dongjiang." If I give him back to you, he still comes to me, and I will kill him directly next time. ”

"Why are you telling me about foreigners?"

Mu Guangling suddenly asked: "If after I lead the troops into the Central Plains, the foreigners invade on a large scale, and I will inevitably suffer heavy losses if I rush back to defend with my troops, isn't it more beneficial for you?" You seem to be fooling me to tell me this now. A person who has his eyes on the highest should not make such a choice. ”

"You're wrong again."

Fang explained: "Those who set their eyes on the highest place know what must be put at the front. ”

Fang untied the cuffs, revealing the white lining inside, which was particularly clean and refreshing.

"Let your people go back, you will inevitably hurt the innocent. Your musketeers don't mean much to me, I got this thing before you did. I only learned last night that you have a special musket team under your command that can deal with the Great Cultivators. And I happened to kill a natural poison body before, and if I diluted his blood with some soaked ammunition, it would be able to corrode the cultivation of the Great Cultivator, right? ”

When Fang Xie said this with a slight pick, he was a little proud.

"I just guessed this because your son brought that man to kill me, and I happen to be the one who is not afraid of this thing, so you should keep this group of men and horses to deal with the foreigners. Although there are no cultivators among the foreigners, there are some mages who use meteorites to change the vitality of heaven and earth. ”

"Why do you know so much?"

Mu Guangling asked curiously.

"Who knows."

Fang Xie shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe it's because I'm worried a lot...... Come on, I have to rush back after this fight, and I have to tell you not only about this matter, but also about the forces of the Central Plains, and about the imperial court. No matter how lively your own people are, you have to rest, and there is one thing you estimated wrong. Just as you will immediately give up your intention to enter the Central Plains because of the possible invasion of foreigners, there are many, many people in the Central Plains who are willing to temporarily give up fighting for this matter. If you don't believe it, look at how many people are willing to wish you a hand when the foreigner's army sets foot on the land of Eastern Xinjiang. ”

Fang Xie said slowly: "There are some things that can change the position that each other is enemies, and I always believe this. ”

Mu Guangling was silent for a while, and then shook his head: "There's no need to fight." I can't kill you. ”

He looked back into the distance: "This revenge will be left until the day I kill all the foreigners." ”

He turned around and strode away: "Fang Jie, I'll tell you!" The reason why I, Mu Guangling, was able to gain a foothold in Eastern Xinjiang, and why the Great Sui Emperor was unwilling to replace me, was precisely because I knew what was important and what was light! Mufu has shed too much blood to defend the eastern frontier, and today, if there is another foreign invasion, the blood of the people of Mufu will never be shed behind others! As long as I don't die, I'll come back to you sooner or later! My son's account of one arm can never be erased! ”

Fang Xie watched the figure go away, his hands clenched into fists.