After the Taoist left, Qing Xiaoxiao stayed in place and shook his mind.

After a while, a figure walked out of a certain space, it was the crossbowman.

The crossbowman's expression was calm as usual, and he couldn't see any joy or sorrow, and after seeing the girl in the green dress, he gently called his aunt, and Qing Xiaoxiao came back to his senses.

The two looked at each other, as if they had thousands of heartfelt sentences, but they were all in their hearts.

Along the bluestone path in the Taoist temple, out of the Taoist temple.

There was already a Taoist boy leading the horse for the two, and there was an old Taoist standing beside them, the old Taoist eyebrows were a little cinnabar, and the white long eyebrows hung on the face, plus a pinch of long beard, especially the fairy wind bones. Beside him was the young Taoist who was in a panic just now, standing respectfully, holding a wine gourd in his arms.

Seeing the two of them coming out, Lao Dao smiled gently, and said to the crossbowman: "Little crossbow junior brother, I have been waiting for a long time in Xiahan Mountain. Uncle Shi traveled far away, and in the middle of the special order to wait here, one is to return the wine jug, and the other is to let Lao Dao give the two of them a ride. ”

The crossbowman saluted and thanked him, took the wine jug in the young Taoist's arms, and said, "The little disciple of the crossbowman has seen the senior brother of the Hanshan Guanzhu, and there is a lot of disturbance this time, and the little junior brother is here to thank you." ”

Qing Xiaoxiao also thanked him.

Lao Dao didn't care, and smiled: "Where, where..."

Let Dao Tong lead the horse over, put it in the hands of the two, and then said: "Uncle Shi said that the little junior brother and the girl have to rush to the two cities... I'm afraid it's still half a day's journey to go to the two, although the little brother and the girl have such a good horse, it will take three or four hours at the earliest, and look at this, it is inevitable to catch up with the night road for an hour. And the two are now gone, and there are more thieves around the river, if they travel at night, they may be at risk. ”

Lao Dao said and looked up at the sun in the sky, and the crossbowman followed, indeed as he said, it was not early.

Lao Dao looked at the worried crossbowman, and his words were still as gentle as before, "Little junior brother, don't worry, what Uncle Shi said about sending the two of them a ride, of course Lao Dao took these into account, and he must send the two of them to the city safe and sound." Coincidentally, there is a thing in the cold mountain, the name is 'close at hand', which can be used as a hurry, with the skills accumulated by the little junior brother, it has been used at a small distance, just pour the qi of the dantian into it, and the idea can be entered. ”

After the old Tao finished speaking, out of nowhere, he conjured up a "small ring ruler", which is the same as the one used by Mr. Teaching, but it is much shorter.

He handed it to the young Taoist on the side, and the Taoist hurriedly offered it.

The crossbowman still wanted to refuse, but he had no choice but to look far away, holding it in his hand, with a hint of familiarity.

Several Taoist children saluted and said goodbye to the little uncle and followed into the Taoist temple.

The crossbowman and Qing Xiaoxiao led the horse down the mountain, and the relationship between the fool and the jujube red horse next to him seemed to be a lot more harmonious.

At the Hanshan Taoist Temple, the young Taoist caught up with his master and asked, "Master, why don't the disciples know that there is such a divine object in the temple?" ”

The old Taoist smiled without saying a word, and kicked the young Taoist.

It is a token of the Lord of the Vision. And the crossbowman now doesn't know how much of a role this small ruler played in his later escape, and he has let himself survive in a desperate situation several times in life and death.

The setting sun lingers in the abyss, and it is difficult to give up the world; The lonely city swayed in the afterglow, looking so desolate.

Two away from the city gate, the path and the girl in the green dress looked at the sunken city wall, the bricks and rubble, and where was the once glorious and majestic capital momentum.

The eight-foot high platform of the city tower is now only three feet, and several sleepy city gate guards directly ignored the two. The vigorous and powerful "Yandu" plaque in the memory has long been replaced by the shabby word "Liyuan".

The two couldn't bear to look at each other anymore, and led the horse to step through the overgrown "Imperial Capital Avenue" on the side of the road. As far as the eye can see, there is an endless abyss in the middle of the city.

The place where the abyss is located is the most prosperous street in the city, and the crossbowman can't even remember the prosperous scene of the street back then. At the end of the street is the royal palace, but there is no majestic forest to be seen.

As far as the eye can see, there are only a few buildings on the observation hill behind the palace.

Bypassing the abyss, Qing Xiaoxiao began to lead the way.

There are three or two pedestrians on the road, and every house is closed.

With the relocation of the capital to the south, there are only tens of thousands left. And this position of the lord of Liyuan City, to put it mildly, is not as good as a county order, white-collar officials and families, and they are living here in a grand manner.

The only thing that remains unchanged on the road is the laurel tree that extends to the Guanjing Mountain, planted at the door of the house, and it should still be taken care of by someone to prevent it from dying.

The crossbowman sank step by step, and when he was about to set foot on the royal ruins, he stopped at the entrance of a shop, which was the first one the two had seen since they entered the city.

Qing Xiaoxiao hurriedly walked into the store, familiar with the road. She should have been here, and it seems that the shop was originally opened by her. There was an old couple in the shop, and when they saw someone coming, the old man hurriedly urged the old woman to hand over a few things to her. By the way, he asked a few words, but I didn't know what he heard about the novel, the old man was shocked, and he drove out with his wife.

When the couple saw the door leading the horse, when the mood was depressed, the two of them knelt down, their eyes were hazy, the old woman on the side had cried, and the old man said tremblingly: "The son of the general, the crossbow boy, please accept the little old man and the bad mother-in-law, thanks to the grace of the general and the mother-in-law, the old man dare not forget." ”

After that, the couple prostrated themselves with the crossbowman.

The crossbowman felt it and helped the two up, but the old woman couldn't cry anymore.

Qing Xiaoxiao asked the two to retreat, and the crossbow man learned from her mouth that the couple were met by their parents on the way back, and they originally came to join relatives, but they unexpectedly encountered a thief who took the money and was about to starve to death, and was found by the marching soldiers, and A-Niang saved the two. They are also one of the few ordinary people who have survived after witnessing the accident of A-Niang and A-Dad. Later, King Yan moved the capital to Nanyun, and the couple decided to stay here to guard the mausoleum for their parents, and opened this shop to sell some incense and wine to people who climb the mountain to worship, and clean the mausoleum regularly. My aunt bought the shop when she first came, saying that it was to buy it, but to make the lonely old man's life better, and to thank the two of them.

The crossbowman bowed deeply to the door of the shop, took a few packets of incense paper and wine jugs from his aunt's hand, and slowly walked towards Guanjing Mountain.

The breeze blew in his ears, dissipating the last bit of afterglow. The crossbowman had been kneeling in front of his parents' clothed mound for a long time.

The size of the mausoleum is not grand, but it is passable. The two ancestral halls on the side are full of incense, clean and tidy.

The crossbowman can't kneel for a long time, and he is already a moon star.

Qing Xiaoxiao went to the ancestral hall and lit incense again, she probably couldn't bear to look at it anymore, for fear that she would cry when she looked at it, so she gave herself a reason.

The crossbowman opened the flask and filled the glass in front of his parents' grave. Put away her sadness, raised the wine jug, and smiled at Mingyue: "Daddy and Auntie, Xia Er is back... Tonight is such a beautiful scenery, Auntie, you will let us two drink a few more glasses..."

In the ancient Qing family, in the depths of the secret realm, a woman slowly fell asleep with a middle-aged man covered in scars, and a trace of warmth suddenly appeared on her pale face, as if she dreamed that the man in her arms was drinking wine with her child...

The crossbowman didn't close his eyes all night, and the sorrow in his heart went a lot.

In the early morning, when the dew on the laurel branches had dissipated, he had found a boulder out of nowhere, and the boulder was as heavy as a mountain on his body, but his steps were gentle. Place the boulder next to your parents' mound and hold a large chopping knife in your hand.

The clanging sound woke up Qing Xiaoxiao, who didn't know when she slept last night in Aunt Qing's ancestral hall.

Qing Xiaoxiao came out with a face full of shock, the thin Xiaodao was meticulously carving a boulder with a big knife in his hand, the boulder was divided into three, and he didn't know where the crossbowman who was so depressed yesterday got the strength to get these today.

The crossbow man felt the gaze coming from behind, stopped what he was doing, turned his head to Qing Xiaoxiao and smiled: "Auntie, Xia Er wants to carve a stone statue for Daddy and Auntie, and then set up a mound for himself, if you can't wait, you can go back to Liyang Town first." ”

Qing Xiaoxiao's crossbowman's words sounded a little funny word by word, but more of it was sad. Looking at the sincere Xiaodao, he said gently: "Xia'er, seeing your heart knot open like this, my sister and brother-in-law will be very happy." If you do it, you can use your aunt's place, and if you can use it, your aunt will wait for you. ”

The crossbowman nodded, and what he didn't expect was that his uncompetitive stomach sounded.

Qing Xiaoxiao sneered and said, "Auntie will find you something to eat." ”

After saying that, he went down the mountain, and there was the sound of chiseling stones behind him...

The mountain of golden cinnamon began to bear buds, and there was always a trail chiseling stones on the viewing mountain, and a girl in a green dress stood on the side, sometimes handing out a teacup, and sometimes helping to wipe the sweat from the forehead of the trail. There are often people climbing the mountain to worship, there are rivers and lakes chivalrous people come to visit, and there are also two people who are separated, whenever they see this scene, or stop, or sigh and go.

Some people will come up to ask, but Xiaodao and the girl in the green dress always laugh and don't say anything.

The appearance of the stone statue gradually appeared, and there was the sweat of the Taoist on each notch, and although the big knife did not look like the kind of object that was good at carving, it was handy in the hands of the crossbowman.

At the end of August, the two are full of golden cinnamon branches. There are two more lifelike stone sculptures between the General's Shrine and the Niangniang Temple, which are the appearance of the crossbowman's parents in his memory, Daddy is majestic and tall, and Niang's eyes are full of doting and kindness.

And next to the clothed mound, there is a small clothed mound, and the tombstone is newly engraved "The Tomb of the Unfilial Heir Crossbowman".

In front of the new tombstone, a small path wiped the tombstone with a muddy robe, his face was full of happiness, he knelt down at the old mound next to the new mound, and muttered in his mouth: "Daddy and Auntie, when he is full of golden cinnamon and leaves, Xia Er will come back to visit you two." ”

After Xiaodao finished speaking, he turned around and left, and the fragrance of flowers behind him was stronger.

Two out of the city gate, the girl in the new plain skirt led the horse and waited, Xiaodao took the reins of the goods, and the girl asked, "Xia Er has really decided?" ”

The Taoist nodded and said goodbye to the girl, "Auntie, take care." ”

Then he got on the horse.

The handsome goods under him handed a wisp of "affection" to the jujube red horse behind the girl, and the jujube red horse actually stepped forward and rubbed it on the handy goods, in order to express the pain of parting.

The girl in the plain skirt looked at her reluctantly, and shouted towards the path that turned to the south, "Xia'er, where are you going?" ”

Xiaodao replied: "Let's enter the rivers and lakes..."

The girl behind her wept silently.