Chapter Seventy-Eight: My Father Is Wuyang (1)
After the autumnal equinox, the nights will be longer and the days will be shorter. The same is true in this world. Now, it is late autumn, and the long night must be at least six or seven hours long for people. However, these six or seven hours, for Qin Yi, were like a blink of an eye.
There are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation for more than half a sentence. However, for Qin Yi and Ling Zhi, even if they talked at night, the topic between the two still did not end. From poetry and songs, to national current affairs; From astronomy and geography to the lives of the people, Qin Yi and Ling Zhi can be said to talk about everything. On this night, there were more than a thousand glasses of wine and more than a thousand words.
Even if the two met for the first time, the feeling of familiarity at first sight made the two not care much. The mountains and rivers tell the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi; And now, Qin Yi has become a pair of confidants with Ling Zhi through "Difficult to Walk" in his previous life.
The two talked with candles and nights, and it was not until the dawn of the next day, when the rooster reported that the rooster was dawning, that Qin Yi and Ling Zhi dispersed and went back to the house to rest.
originally planned to set off today and enter Hanzhong County and Zitong County by Tianmen Mountain Plank Road, but the consequences of a sleepless night made Qin Yi have to decide to postpone the date. What's more, he still has to think about what to write on the note left for He Ping's shopkeeper, so as not to bully him again.
In addition, Qin Yi also discussed with Ling Zhi, studied the route of the plank road, and decided to set off tomorrow to take a safer plank road, and at the same time visit some historical sites and places of interest along the way. This is the land of Longxing, whether it is in Tianmen Mountain or in the basin, there are traces left by military and civilian life hundreds of years ago. This is the trajectory of ancient history, and it is of great value. Therefore, Qin Yi and Ling Zhi will make such a plan.
These decisions were naturally supported by Wei Zijin and others who accompanied them. After all, a few days ago, starting from Xining Town and arriving at this inn, everyone had a long journey and did not get enough rest. At this time, Qin Yi's decision was to allow them to recuperate enough energy and pave the way for the journey below.
On this day, naturally, not much happened. The hall of the inn is still lively, and He Ping, as the shopkeeper, is naturally very busy, and he has already forgotten about Wu Hai's coming to make trouble yesterday.
Until the evening, when the sky gradually darkened, a group of soldiers dressed in yacha uniforms rushed from nowhere on the official road. Their movements were fast, and under the sound of hurried footsteps, in less than a few breaths, they came to the inn at the end of the official road, and rushed into it without warning.
The scene of singing and dancing, and the noisy voices of the personnel, were immediately frozen at that moment.
He Ping, who was the shopkeeper of the inn, was knocked to the ground by a yacha before he could react, and then he was pressed to the floor and couldn't move.
"No one is allowed to move!"
The voice of the yacha also reached the ears of everyone at the same time. The people in the hall of the inn who were originally shocked immediately became quiet, they didn't understand what was going on in front of them.
He Ping, the innkeeper who was pressed to the ground, was also puzzled. He didn't understand that whoever he recruited and provoked would be pressed to the ground by these soldiers in yacha uniforms.
Or in other words, he didn't understand what he had done to arrest these officials? That's right, the situation in front of him is more like a scene of government officials meeting prisoners.
"Who are you......" He Ping was pressed to the ground, but he was unwilling, "Let go of Lao Tzu!" ”
At this time, He Ping raised his eyes and had already seen the situation clearly. There were thirty or forty officials who surrounded the entire inn hall. At the entrance of the inn, two rows of yacha in blue-black uniforms lined up neatly, as if to welcome the arrival of a certain figure.
"Is that you? Wu Hai? ”
Not long after, a figure appeared between the two columns of yacha.
He Ping saw it clearly, and his face became pale at that moment.
"Huh? What about the kid who hit me yesterday? Wu Haihai stepped forward and stepped on He Ping's back, "I know he didn't leave, if you don't hand him over, I'll make you look good!" ”