Qingming, it's rain again. The rain was pouring down, all day and all night, endlessly. Knock on the old wooden lattice window, and then land on the bluestone, without a trace. The aroma of apricot blossom wine is still permeated around, and with the wind, it is far and near.

Outside the tent, it began to rain again.

Li Zisheng didn't know how Deng Qing and the others arranged it.

But this time, the Hongmen banquet ended without a problem, and even Deng Qing, Mr. Zhong and others have disappeared. The exchange of the Turkic mission has no lower tone, and at this point, even Li Zisheng himself has a feeling of abrupt stopping, which is very abrupt.

However, the sky is falling, and there is a high top, and there is no need to worry about this problem.

This is the Qingming Festival, the hustle and bustle outside the camp has disappeared, and I don't know what happened, all the sergeants are preparing to return to their hometowns during the Qingming Festival, and the soldiers of Luntai for the national army have no chance to return to their hometowns to visit their relatives, but at this time they have inexplicably more of this opportunity.

The news that the sergeants received was that those who were near could go home directly to save their relatives, and those who were far away could return to their hometowns with those who had good relations with them in the vicinity, and talk about homesickness, and the date and time were one day.

Therefore, Li Zisheng came together in the morning, and he had already found that the soldiers outside the camp were only three or three patrol people, seeing this situation, even Li Zisheng was amazed, in this ancient time, the soldiers on guard actually had the opportunity to go home to save their relatives, what is the reason, if the enemy army comes to attack at this time, there will be a gap in our army, and no one will be comfortable at that time.

This is a taboo on the march, even if the soldiers are put together in a hurry in the end, they will eventually end up in a big defeat due to the discouragement of the army.

And this point, Li Zisheng himself understands it, how can this Deng Qing not understand, at this time, all the sergeants returned to their hometowns, and only the supreme commander of the Lingzhou military camp had the ability to directly let the sergeants in the battalion leave this place directly and return home.

But at this critical moment, even if it is Qingming today, Deng Qing will not be so confused, the Turkic mission is still on the side, and he actually let go of all the sergeants, which is really a bit contrary to common sense.

This is something that Li Zisheng can't understand.

"Zhang Ying, let's go, there will be a few more corpses in this Lingzhou military camp." The old man looked at the faint rain outside the tent, but in the eyes of the old man, the countless rain had turned red. It's as if it's been stained red by blood.

The holy ghost of Li Zi sent the god to carry his own small cloth bag, called the eight taels in the other camp, and left the camp together and went to Sanweiju, wanting to see the situation of Sanweiju.

The black cry magpie is noisy and faint, and the Qingming cold food is crying.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green in spring.

The pear blossoms reflect the poplar trees, which is a place of separation between life and death.

The dark spring cried and didn't hear it, and Xiao Xiao returned in the twilight.

The light rain is dripping, and today is Qingming, and the people on the road are also holding oil-paper umbrellas, but after all, there are only three or three, and there are not too many people. Li Zisheng walked on the road, and he didn't know why he left the camp, but he knew that his mind was really not quiet, and he had an inexplicable sense of crisis, so he wanted to come out in this light rain to relax, and he also sent the gods to come to this three-flavor residence.

"Childe, there are too few people on this road, they must all go to the sacrifice, and they all eat outside here during the Cold Food Festival."

Li Zisheng was also a little puzzled, there were too few people on the road today.

I came to this three-flavor house step by step, and the three-flavor house at this time seemed to have not opened the door, but the door that it was hidden was revealed to be open.

Li Zisheng didn't report either, he pushed the door in directly, and before he pushed the door in, Li Zisheng clearly smelled a strong smell of blood, and the particularly strong smell of blood directly choked Li Zisheng a little dizzy.

Li Zisheng quickly pushed them in, and the first thing that caught his eye was the shadow of the fat shopkeeper, there was a knife in the chest of the fat shopkeeper, and the blood kept outward, and the fat shopkeeper's face had become iron-blue, and there was a man in black under his feet, but the black cloth on his face had also fallen off at this time, and Li Zisheng also noticed that the man in black was a Turkic person.

"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper?" Li Zisheng stepped forward to give the fat shopkeeper a quick check on the pulse.

"It's too late." The fat shopkeeper is angry, and it can be seen that even saying these three words has taken a lot of effort. Li Zisheng finished the pulse of the fat shopkeeper, and also knew that the fat shopkeeper at this time was already a mortal ending, even the immortals were lacking in skills, and there was no way to save them, and all that could be done at this time was to do their best.

The fat shopkeeper looked at Li Zisheng, his eyes were still shining with hope, seeing the brilliance of hope, Li Zisheng also wanted to say that he couldn't help him, and he couldn't get it back.

However, Li Zisheng obviously misunderstood the meaning of the fat shopkeeper.

"Zisheng, I've done everything in my life, and it's normal to end up like this, I just want you to help me with one thing?" The fat shopkeeper's lips had begun to stiffen a little. It's a little unclear.

"Okay, as long as I Li Zisheng can do something, I will do my best."

"Zisheng, three inches below the roof tiles, above the roof beams, there is a box with a book and a painting in it, if you have the chance, I would like you to give this painting to a person named Chunxing, who has a red mole under her right ear. Take it down, don't worry about me, just hide in the tunnel immediately, there is something big in Lecheng. Remember to come out in four days, and as for the book, you will..."

Li Zisheng looked at the fat shopkeeper who had already swallowed his breath, closed his eyes, and didn't finish listening, he was also anxious, but he saw that his son was very calm and impatient.

Gathering and scattering impermanence, falling leaves and flowers blooming; Life and death have a fate, and prosperity and withering will eventually return to the root prophet.

Thinking that at that time, the fat shopkeeper greeted him with a smile at the door of this three-flavor residence, but at this time he had returned to another country, and it was really impermanent, Li Zisheng knew that time was precious, and according to the words of the fat shopkeeper, he really took down a box on top of this pillar. There's a lot of dust on it, and it looks like it's been on it for a long time.

However, the fat shopkeeper let himself hide in the tunnel and said that something big was happening in Lecheng.

However, at this time, it was not the time to think, so he hurriedly followed the direction of his memory and entered this tunnel, and when Li Zisheng entered this tunnel, this tunnel was inexplicably destroyed. Li Zisheng also discovered that at this time, the tunnel had completely turned into a one-way passage. But in this tunnel, deep in the depths, Li Zisheng and the two walked to a central place, I don't know if it was arranged by the fat shopkeeper in advance, or what, at this time it was also full of food, furniture and so on.