On the ninth day of the first month of the year, the county town of Qiyin at the foot of the mountain ushered in a big man.

At the gate of the city, the tall horse of the Jining Mansion led a young man in cloth clothes on foot. The young man looks like a weak crown, but he has the aura of swallowing all rivers in his steps. The citizens who greeted each other talked about it one after another, and occasionally the well-informed, under the repeated pleading of the left and right, mysteriously revealed the true identity of the glorious young man in front of him-

The great teacher of Cunya who returned safely from Longqiao.

It is rumored that the prefect of Ji Ning received a dusty traveler a few days ago. The traveler came from the border of the Junhe River in the east, and when he arrived at the Jining Mansion, he remembered that he had a relationship with the current Jining Prefect, so he walked into the yamen of the state capital and begged for food from the errand man. The servants had never seen such a madman, and three or five of them would rush up to him and arrest him, but the traveler flicked his fingers, and the officials who came around like hungry wolves pounced on him froze on the spot, and did not move for half an hour.

After several layers of notification, the prefect personally came to the gate of the yamen and made several gestures to the travelers, making amends and being courteous. So first the officials on the spot, then the people of Jining Mansion, and then the entire Jihu Lake, the news of the safety of the national teacher spread more and more widely.

Among the rumors, some say that the national teacher was designed by traitors and trapped in the Dragon Bridge, while others say that the national teacher and the black dragon fought in Genting for more than two months, and finally subdued the black dragon and returned to the world. With the endorsement of the prefect of Jining Mansion, people have to believe these rumors a little more.

The great master of the cliff does not often appear in the world, people rarely have the opportunity to see the true face of this legendary figure who has learned through the six gates and has lived forever, and the onlookers lined up from the west gate of Jining Mansion to the east street entrance of the city of Jieyin County, and surrounded the official road that was not very spacious.

To tell the truth, people are more willing to see that sitting on the nine-inch cliff is an old man with white hair and high morality, who has the ability to stay in the face, and the youthful appearance of choosing the weak crown will inevitably give people a sense of greed for Shaohua and dusty heart.

However, no one dares to talk to the national teacher of Shenzhou, and it is better to say that seeing such a youthful face makes the idlers on the streets and alleys feel that this trip is worth it. The world is so contradictory, and what he thinks in his heart is that the old man is reliable, but if he really sees a great master who has a white hair, he will inevitably be a little disappointed.

Fortunately, this national teacher did not disappoint the idlers.

At the entrance of the east street of the county seat, the sky was just right, the horse's hooves raised some dust, and the breeze gently blew the cuffs of the cloth-clothed youth. He had two sword eyebrows with a straight nose like a knife and thick ink hooks, and his long black hair was not combed into a bun, but scattered casually at the back of his head, wrapped around an unadorned wooden hairpin.

This face is masculine but not rude, charitable but not weak, and the most important thing is a bottomless charm, although it is a young man, others have to be in awe when they see it.

Walking to the west side of the county, at the mouth of the mountain road, a little girl with scorpion braids suddenly appeared in the crowd of onlookers. There was no time to react, and the little girl rushed to the national teacher.

"Where did you come from, wild girl, is this a fight you can make? Go, go!" the guard who followed behind the national teacher reprimanded sharply, and slapped the little girl twice in the air with his hand that did not hold it.

"——," The national teacher stretched out his hand to stop the guards, then turned to the large group of people behind his butt and said: "Just send it here, the mountain road is narrow and slippery, and you will no longer be tired of working hard all the way from Jining Mansion to here." ”

Then he walked to the leader's tall horse and bowed his hand to the man on the horse, "Thank you, Lord Tongzhi, for leading the way, and please thank the Lord Governor on my behalf." ”

Suddenly hearing this, the people of Jining Mansion were a little stunned, and you and I also said goodbye to the national teacher. After all, this escort is all the prefect's own opinion, and the national teacher has not said whether it is good or bad, since he has made it clear that he wants to say goodbye here, it is not a matter of twisting it.

"From here to the Cunya Dao Altar, there is still more than half of the empire's territory to cross, and it is better to leave one or two servants by your side to ......" Tongzhi who led the way replied politely - with the cultivation of the great master of Cunya, who in the world can take him the same?

The national teacher understood, and only smiled and waved his hand, which was regarded as a decline in kindness.

"Then please take care of yourself and take your leave. Tongzhi gave up his hand on the horse, and the national teacher returned to one of them, and Tongzhi turned the horse's head and returned to Jining Mansion with a cadre of guards.

The crowd gradually dispersed with the departure of the guards, without the foil of the tall horses and the guards holding the Ge, the national teacher was only one person, and people had seen enough, and they also felt that it was rude to look at it again.

At this time, the national teacher lowered his head, held the little girl's shoulder, looked at her kindly, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Chen cut ice, cut ice and cut snow. ”

The little girl with a scorpion braid replied earnestly, her tender eyebrows full of urgency.

......

Zhuang Zuo is to make a noise. From Jining Mansion to Jieyin County, his goal was achieved.

Words are like the wind, soon, the news of the safety of the national teacher will reach the cliff, and there is no need to wait for Zhuang Zuo, who has turned into a glorious person, to arrive, and Yan Yan's conspiracy will be crushed.

It's still a miscalculation, how much should I ask Lord Tongzhi for a horse. On the way from Jining Mansion to Jieyin County, he deliberately wanted to hike in order to show more faces, but he was too embarrassed to go to the market to buy it again. It is a joke to say that the national teacher is close to the people and maverick on foot, but at this time, it is really a joke to let people find out that the national teacher wants to ride a horse.

So Zhuang Zuo asked the little girl to follow his ass into the mountain road, and found a time when no one was there to entrust her to lead a horse in the city. The silver taels were enough, Zhuang Zuo was wandering around in place, and he was a little worried that the little girl would take the money and run away.

The little girl's name is Chen Jiebing, and she said that she had something important to ask for - who didn't ask the immortal to sue the official for one or two things, Zhuang Zuo didn't care, and sent her to help him do things first.

Well, since she has something to ask for, she must not have embezzled my money.

Time until the middle of the day, the mountain road in the pedestrian sparse, Zhuang Zuo in the road side of the forest to find a piece of bluestone to sit down, this road is too ostentatious also has a disadvantage, the whole jaw to the east, the west of the Jun River Jihu two roads, no one knows the appearance of the national teacher.

In her anxiety, the little girl with scorpion pigtails jumped up and down at the end of her sight, but as she got closer and closer, she was led not by a horse, but by a gray-skinned donkey. To be honest, it is rare to see such a strong and tame donkey, but it is still a donkey.

"I searched all over the county and found a horse to buy, this donkey was pushed and milled by the miller, and the owner had a good heart, so he only took half of the silver taels. Seeing the national teacher from afar, Cutting Ice led the donkey and trotted all the way, and hurriedly explained.

I have a surplus to buy a good horse for your silver taels, and the miller is really good.

Zhuang Zuo was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how he thought of asking for a little girl who hadn't finished changing her teeth. Since he changed Rongshi's appearance, he has no idea what to do and what not to do.

He took the rope leading the donkey from the hand of the cutting ice, was forced to turn over and ride up, and asked her condescendingly: "You have helped, say, what's the matter?"

Cutting Bing raised his head, the smile just now suddenly disappeared, and his immature voice pleaded with a crying voice-

"Save my brother, save the town. ”

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The ancient battlefield with wolf smoke is misty, and the remnant sun is like blood. The horse neighed, staggered a few distances, and fell with a bang. Long spears and short swords were everywhere, and armored warriors drowned in blood. At sunset, a broken halberd is stuck in the hillock, and an empty helmet hangs from the tip of the halberd. After a long time, the hill moved, the dust was peeled off, and it was a burly warrior who was a foot high.

On the edge of the battlefield, two teenagers, one fat and one thin, picked up some dry food from the dead man and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

The thin name is Chen Qianxue, and when he was a child, he was called Chen Erbai, because he was the second in line, and he was very white;

I don't know how many days ago, they opened their eyes and came to this strange world. Here, after sunset is not necessarily night, the middle of the day may be connected to midnight, maybe this is the world after death, maybe this is the underworld, they have no way of verifying, after all, no one has ever experienced it.

But they did remember that they were stabbed to death by the female Shura who was riding a white horse on the side, and the world they came to after death was not the underworld? But how could they still worry about surviving even though they were dead? Chen Qianxue took a bite of the steamed bun that had been hardened into stone, and attached a self-deprecating smile to this thought.

This stomach is indeed still hungry, hungry and uncomfortable, hungry so hungry that life is worse than death -- can it be said that life is worse than death when you die? This kind of lame self-deprecation is really more or less.

"Let's try not to eat, and see if we can starve to death. On the side, Wang Lun'er wiped the crumbs from his mouth and proposed.

"Why don't I stab you right now?" Chen Qianxue snatched the severed gun head from the pile of dead people, bluffed and stabbed Wang Lun'er in front of the neck and stopped, and the latter sat back in fright.

Where the hell is this? Chen Qianxue took back the severed head of the spear and gestured at her neck. He only felt that something was wrong with the world, but he didn't think that his body had changed at all—he should be hungry, he should be in pain, and if he was hit by the tip of the gun, he would probably be dead or injured.

So what to plan now is how to return to the original world, even if you are really dead, you have to find the intersection of Tosheng.

"Hey," at this time, Wang Lun'er suddenly approached and put his shoulders together, "What do you see that person doing?"

Chen Qianxue looked in the direction of Wang Lun'er's finger, and the strong men at sunset were collecting the enemy's shields, taking off their helmets, untying their buns, and cutting off handfuls of hair. When the sun was sinking, the strong man rubbed the flint at that end, and the flames struck the other end in a direction where there was no end in sight.

With a breath and a breath, the dragon of flames soared into the air and swept across the battlefield. The strong man raised the snowy broadsword, opened and closed a few times, and fought with the fire dragon.

One corner, one whisker...... One whisker, another corner.

The fire dragon fights and falls, but the strong man fights and is brave. A full moon rises and sets, and the snowflake broadsword of the strong man is two silver whites between heaven and earth. Finally, the next day's dawn broke through the eastern sky, and the backlit figure seemed to be sky-high.

I only heard a broken drink, the big knife was cut down, the dragon head fell to the ground, and the dragon body disintegrated.