Yang Fan hasn't been in such a good mood for a long time, Su'er's illness seems to be really much better, and her heart has died once, maybe it is a step towards death, but Yang Fan's coma is her leg from death, and she turned back.

When the little monk heard that Yang Fan was making fun of himself, his face changed, and he said: "The little monk is just worried that the donor can't beat the geese, but he was pecked by the geese." He was riding a horse, and the wind of the plateau, like a knife, blew in his face. The monk and his entourage waited for a long time and continued to ask: "The little monk still said that, if you are not from my race, your heart will be different." ”

Horses strode across the meadow, and in the distance yurts whizzed past a few horses, followed by a flock of white sheep. It was a shepherd driving the sheep back. Yang Fan glanced at it and muttered, "I said, interests determine everything." I deliberately said that I would surrender in front of me in order to force the Chahar tribe to come to us. If you don't say it, it is very likely that now that Lin Dan Batur is pressing, I can see that some people, when I mention the surrender of Jin, there is a bright light in their eyes, although they are so tough in their mouths, they may be in my heart. ”

"And what's next for the donor?"

Yang Fan looked at Seng Yizhu and said with a smile: "You go and pick up Yifei and Su'er on the snowy region." I think in a few days, there's going to be a good show here. I stayed there for a few days. ”

"Take Lord Luo Shi and Miss Wang over? Wouldn't it be less secure? According to the little monk, it is safer to be on the aborigines' side, and the border people in that place, who believe in Zen Buddhism, do not reject the Han people, and it is safer over there. ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, "Then you go to Nachitai to watch, and let them have any danger, and I will deal with it myself." Seng Yizhu hesitated. worried: "This ...... This...... Isn't Yang Shizhu dangerous? ”

"You monk is so grinding, I only have measure."

Seng Yizhu hesitated for a moment. nodded and said, "Then Lord Yang should be more careful." "Monk Yizhu rode away.

The sun is setting over the grassland. The stars hung in the four fields, and Yang Fan slowly walked towards a yurt. The grassland at sunset is peaceful. When the cattle and sheep returned, only the people from afar were still wandering.

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Jingshi, it has been an hour since sunset.

In the broken Taoist temple at the end of the alley, two old Taoist priests crowded by the stove and rubbed their hands. One was blind. It is the Qintian Prison Supervisor. On the stove, the water in the copper kettle is slowly sitting. The two old Taoist priests chatted with each other. He smiled: "It's been a long time since I've sat in a quiet place with you, Senior Brother, and had a good cup of tea." ”

The old man in tattered clothes baked his hands and put a pinch of tea into the purple clay pot, "You and I are in a different place, and we haven't seen each other for a long time." He glanced up at Zi Weixing and said with a smile: "The star is no more." Will the star no more. ”

"So what, the star fell in the end?" The junior disciple rubbed the astrolabe with his hands, like an antique.

"In the end, I don't dare to say, at least for now." The old Taoist priest picked up the small copper kettle on the stove. Boiling hot water is brewed in a pot that sits aside on a bamboo board.

"Old year old tea. Even if it's tumbling. It's not as good as the new tea. ”

"I don't know which mother's belly the new tea is in before the Ming Dynasty, so it's good to bring it to you, and your mouth is still so picky. You think it's still the same ...... forty years ago," another old Taoist priest twisted his beard. Secretly pinched, wanting to give himself a slap in the face. Why don't you go and uncover the scar? He took the tea handed over by the blind old man and blew softly.

The view is a little deserted. The old Taoist priest stood up and picked out the lamp twist on one side. The room is brighter, and it is less deserted. The statue of the god behind it, I don't know how many years no one has served, the lacquer shell peels off, revealing the original wooden embryo, only the face of the god, and you can see the gold dust. Hearing the words of the tea drinker, the blind Taoist shook his head and smiled, and said, "It's okay, so many years have passed, and the junior brother doesn't have to mind." ”

"What the hell happened, the weird explosion of Wang Gong's factory, are we the victims?" The Taoist priest who drank the tea had his hair tied up high, and when he said the excitement, the hairpin on his head trembled slightly.

For questioning, the ragged old man's eyes were slightly closed. The snow in the yard, still remnants, was piled together with brooms. The two of them had to light a stove on such a cold day, and they were indeed a little speechless when they sat outside.

"Senior brother, let go of what should be put down. The explosion of Wang Gong's factory, the merits and demerits, are all in the past and have dispersed, so let him disperse. You know, during the apocalypse, the demon star was confused, and the Holy Son of Heaven had no heirs, and after his death, the king of faith was registered, and the world was a little peaceful, so ...... That's fate. ”

"Life? Senior brother, the people who live in the world are very hard. However, there are two kinds of hard work. This one is the hard work of being a chess player, and the other is the hard work of being a chess player. As for chess players, the hard work is because of the game, and they have to decide how and how to play their own game of chess. The hard work of being a chess piece is to watch others play or be played by others. Senior brother, what about our chess pieces, are we doing something too much of a failure? ”

"I don't know. Sometimes, the pheasant has become a phoenix, and it doesn't want to be stripped of its fur and slaughtered. At this time, the real phoenix is in danger. We've already taken off our fancy clothes, so let's not fall into it anymore. Brother, I hope you understand. The ragged old man took the astrolabe back into his hand, "Some people, some things, will eventually go with the wind, leaving no trace." ”

"Why? The same is true of the old Dao of the Quanzhen Sect, what are you afraid of? ”

Lao Dao picked up the freshly brewed tea, put it in front of his nose and smelled the fragrance, and said peacefully: "I'm afraid of death." At that time, you were not in Jingshi, and you didn't experience the scene of corpses flying naked, which was a kind of fear of being slaughtered. There was a hint of fear in Lao Dao's eyes, "That kind of explosion, human life is like mustard." There was a feeling that people were falling to the ground in a hurry. ”

The little old man was silent, picked up the tea made by the old man in tattered clothes, and drank it slowly.

"Everything has a cause and effect, and the effect of the past is the cause of the future. So......" Old Daoshu yawned, "just take a look." ”

The little old man was silent. After a moment, his sleeve robe was shocked, he stood up, his eyes were clear, and said: "The master left his last life, and he didn't dare to forget it, so the senior brother didn't dare to agree with this." ”

The ragged old man leaned against the doorpost, seemed to be asleep, and did not reply. The Taoist priest and disciple disappeared into the courtyard, and only Lao Dao was left in the courtyard, and there was the steaming teacup. The ragged old man turned over, his eyes opened slightly inadvertently, and he immediately closed them again, pursing his lips slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. (To be continued......)