"Knock, knock......"

The sound of small footsteps came, and Tong Yitong shouted in the corridor: "I said a few, have you talked about it, I want to go to WwWlā"

The sound is crisp and reminiscent of the green shoots of early spring.

Zuo Yin looked at the sunlight through the window, and it turned out that before he knew it, it was already noon.

Lu Muchu said with a smile: "Come on, shopkeeper Tong, why don't I have a treat today, how about you come and accompany us to eat a few things?" ”

Tong Yitong's small head poked out of the staircase, and said with a grin: "It's okay, I'm in for a treat today, for the sake of your hard work yesterday, I'll treat a few of you." ”

Lu Muchu said without hesitation: "Okay, it's rare that the shopkeeper Tong has such a Yaxing." ”

After the meal came up, it was full of fish and meat, and the amount was enough, Lu Muchu asked, "Why, you are so entertained today." ”

Tong Yitong said proudly: "I know that you are hard, so I make up for it, but it is too much to make up for it, so these are the things." ”

Zuo Yin smiled, "It's hard to be the shopkeeper for Tong." ”

Tong Yitong made a grimace, but didn't say much.

During the meal, thinking about the content of the chat just now, Zuo Yin had an indescribable feeling, and in his heart, there was a desire for a quiet life and a yearning for a killing life.

These two seemingly contradictory states of mind really entangled him.

Tong Yitong pulled the rice, looking at Zuo Yin's contemplation, the little girl tilted her head and asked, "It's just a meal, as for being so entangled, or is it not to your liking?" ”

It's a pity that before Zuo Yin could answer, Lu Muchu whistled and said with a smile: "I found out that among the three of us, Zuo Yin is the god who does business quietly, you see, quietly, even Tong Yitong's shopkeeper cares so much, but he ignores me and Lu Zilong." ”

Someone seems to have a little jealousy.

Tong Yitong sighed, the little girl was very helpless about Lu Muchu's ridicule, "I said Master Chu, you eat in the bowl, why do you care about others?" ”

Lu Muchu smiled, "Zuo Yin is my brother, and I naturally have to care about his situation." ”

Zuo Yin was a little speechless about the verbal battle between the two people, but after such a fuss, he seemed to be in a much better mood.

Next to him, Lu Zilong was eating silently, but he obviously stretched out his ears to listen, Su Ruoqing's eyebrows were crooked, looking at His Royal Highness of his family, obsessed with it.

Such a mild winter noon seemed to make Zuo Yin faintly feel like his family was eating, just like he spent it at Wang Feiyu's house and like he spent it at Bai Yifeng's house.

It was so comfortable that the hairs on his face seemed to be felt.

……

After eating, the four of them went to yesterday's blacksmith shop to get knives, it was still afternoon, it was still a dilapidated house, and when they entered, the old man surnamed Jin was still sleeping.

Time, as if standing still in this blacksmith shop.

After Lu Muchu woke up Old Man Jin, he was still a little confused.

Old man Jin obviously seemed to have slept for a long time, Lu Muchu saw his appearance, and laughed: "Old man Jin, the whole city is under martial law today, do you know?" ”

The gold blacksmith was very interested in this, and directly took the knife, handed it to Zuo Yin, and said, "Come, little brother, take a look, can you still take advantage of this knife?" ”

Can it be completely recast in one day?

Zuo Yin took the knife, but the result sank instantly, and he was surprised to find that the weight of the knife had increased a lot, and looking at the appearance, it seemed to be as dark as ink.

However, the basic arc is still the same as before, and for him, there is no problem of adaptation.

Zuo Yin arched his hand and said, "Thank you Jin Lao." ”

Lu Muchu took out another stone from his waist, "Oh, old man Jin, this is the second Qinghe stone, thank you this time." ”

Old man Jin put the stone in his mouth and bit it, as if he was using his teeth to identify it, but he was not afraid of picking his teeth.

After confirming that it was genuine, Old Man Jin smiled and said: "Where is the words of Young Master Chu, taking people's money and doing things for others, this is what it should be, it should be, then again, martial law is imposed on the audience today?" ”

Lu Muchu said innocently: "Yes, I don't know what happened to me, so Old Man Jin, you take it easy these days, don't go out and get into trouble." ”

Old man Jin waved his hand, "Where is the son of Chu, I, an idler, at most it is the work of picking up old customers, and at other times, sleeping and eating, not to mention how happy it is, how is the world outside, what does it have to do with me?" ”

Zuo Yin smiled bitterly, this blacksmith who can repair the knife in one day is really a wonderful person.

……

Southern Xinjiang, the base camp of the Cangnan Army.

The forest capital Du Wanli, as usual, was hidden in black clothes and black yarn.

Now he was in the camp of the forest department, closing his eyes and meditating, his body was as immovable, as fixed as a mountain.

Soon, however, the sound of "rustling" footsteps was heard, and someone entered the tent, breaking the silence.

It was Du Wanli's lieutenant Dugu Wang.

Dugu Wang held a letterbox in his hand, and said with some excitement: "High Priest, Dugu Hong has sent a letter, saying that it is roughly ready, and you need your strength now." ”

Dugu Hong, the current grassland "Tian Khan".

Du Wanli was silent for a while, and sighed with some emotion, "Hope, this title, but I haven't heard it for a long time." ”

Dugu Wang instantly knelt on one knee, his face flushed, and there seemed to be infinite aura surging into his chest, "High priest, don't say that, you are the high priest of the grassland, this is something that has not changed for thirty years. ”

Du Wanli nodded, and then said, "He's all ready?" ”

Dugu Wang snorted, "Yes, Dugu Hong has joined forces with Lu Xuanlang in the Northland to prepare, and now, the people of the grassland need you, High Priest." ”

Du Wanli raised his head, and many things seemed to echo in his eyes and ears, "Thirty years, I have almost forgotten the green grass of the grassland, and the sound of the horse-head qin." ”

The vastness in his voice also made the old man Duguwang have some tears.

That is, the tears of longing for thirty years away from home.

For a moment, both of them were a little embarrassed.

A "high priest" reminded him of the past, and Du Wanli said faintly: "I am to blame for such a big defeat back then." ”

Dugu Wang seemed to be a little anxious, "High Priest, this is not your fault, the people of Middle-earth worked together back then, Wu Jing and Lu Dingbei were unborn famous generals, and the 'green ghost' Murong Chui was finally attacked and killed by Lu Xuanjue, these are not the general trend that you can reverse alone." ”

Trend?

Du Wanli smiled and did not continue, but picked up the pen, thought about it, and began to write something on the paper.

Dugu Wang seemed to remember something, and asked, "High priest, you are gone, what about the crows and sparrows in the forest?" ”

Du Wanli wrote small embroidered characters while calmly saying: "Crow, Lin Xiuwen, the leader of the Lingnan Gang, is in charge, as for the sparrow, whether it can be subdued depends on his Lin Xiuwen's ability." ”

……

"Smack"

Cui Jiuling gently put the letter paper in his hand on the table, and then rubbed his brows, as if he was a little worried.

His lieutenant saw what was on his mind and wondered: "Dutong, something happened?" ”

Cui Jiuling sneered, "Something's wrong? Something is wrong! At this moment, the four Cangnan Army are all in charge, and I am the only one left. ”

The adjutant general was shocked: "Could it be that Du Dutong of the forest department has also run away?" ”

Cui Jiuling sighed a little, "I don't know, the old people in Cangnan all say that Du Wanli appeared after the Yuanjia Northern Expedition, from then to now, no one has ever seen his true face, even if it is a sparrow in the forest, it is also cultivated by his deputy general Dugu Wang." ”

The deputy general was a little worried, "Du Dutong's deputy general, surnamed Dugu ......"

Cui Jiuling let out a long breath, "So what? Dugu is the first surname in the grassland, and there are tens of thousands of people with the surname Dugu, which can't explain anything, and Dugu Wang did not appear on the battlefield of the Northern Expedition. However, since the deputy general is Dugu, then Du Dutong is likely to be a steppe clan, no wonder he will hide his face, after all, the predecessor of the Cangnan Army is a meritorious achievement on the battlefield of the Northern Expedition. ”

The adjutant still doesn't understand, "In that case, could it be that Du Dutong has been away from his hometown for too long and is homesick, so he ran away?" ”

Cui Jiuling smiled, "This is just the best plan, I'm afraid now, he is a big man on the grassland, then his actions are enough to explain a lot of things." ”

He sighed and shook the bell.

Three wind falcon cavalrymen, standing with their fists clenched, just as they did at the beginning.

Cui Jiuling lightly folded the letter, directly tore it into three parts, put it in the letterbox and handed it over, and advised: "Remember, this time is different from the last time, this letterbox, even if it is dead, it can't be seen by outsiders, and the time is still delivered in seven days." ”

"No!"

The three falcons retreated with their fists clenched.

Cui Jiuling walked out of the camp, and the gloomy weather unique to southern Xinjiang looked turbulent.

He sighed: "It's going to change." ”

On the sixteenth day of the first month of the eighth year of Yongshou, Du Wanli, the commander of the Cangnan Army and Forestry Department, and his deputy general mysteriously disappeared, and the world did not know his trace, which became an unsolvable problem.

Two months later, the then high priest of the steppe voluntarily resigned to make way for his teacher, and the former high priest, who was said to have lived in seclusion for thirty years, returned to power.