The little boy who led the way had already jumped back to find the woman.

The old man stopped in front of the door of the Ruyi Pavilion, his blurred vision swept over the façade in front of him, and he was attracted by the paper nailed to the pillar.

She clung to the bent branch, her broken hair drifting in the wind. Moving to the pillar, she struggled to raise her head, barely making out the contents of the paper. When she saw it clearly, her eyes widened in disbelief, her lips trembled slightly, and her dry fingers clung to the branch so that she did not collapse to the ground.

It's the Heavenly Sacred Text!

She didn't have much hope, but she was full of joy at the moment.

Madam! Is your last wish finally fulfilled......

There was a hot tear in her eyes, and the teardrop slid down her face, brushing through the ravine left by the wind and rain, and she suddenly gave birth to some strength.

It's just that I don't know if Ruyi Pavilion will help her, a person whose life is about to end.

The door in front of her opened, she suppressed the apprehension in her heart, took a step, and followed the young man who came out firmly into the Ruyi Pavilion.

The people in the lobby looked at the vicissitudes of life and stood up together.

Jing Qingli's hand hidden in the intact sleeve pinched her fingers and made a final calculation, and the result made her silent.

As soon as the old man saw a few people, he knelt down with a puff and made a full salute. The branch slammed on the ground and rolled, leaving a few people stunned.

"Bi Xuan, the maidservant of the Heavenly Saint Kingdom Lin Palace, I hereby implore all the immortals to help!" As he spoke, the old man who called himself Biqi kowtowed a few times.

"Old man, hurry up, you are a destined person today, if you have any attachments, please sit down and talk slowly." Si Yu sat down on the soft cushion with the thin old man in his arms, without the slightest disgust.

After Ye Yuanyuan closed the door at the behest of Si Yu, the four of them sat around, and the old man told the purpose of this trek.

She was originally the maidservant of the princess of the Lin Mansion of the Heavenly Saint Kingdom, and the king and the princess were in love with each other, and their love was extraordinary. King Lin has been fighting all the year round, and his achievements are high, and he was designed by the emperor and killed on the battlefield for treason. The princess was imprisoned by the emperor, and she accompanied her.

The princess originally wanted to take the lives of more than 300 people in the Lin Wangfu with her own body, but who knew that the emperor would rebel and kill the people in the Lin Wangfu one by one. When the princess found out, she was depressed, her old illness recurred, and before she died, she said that she wanted to be buried with the prince.

She hid the princess's relics, escaped from the palace while the beast tide was attacking, and went to the battlefield site to find the prince's bones. This search is more than 50 years. It wasn't until two years ago that she heard people talk about Ruyi Pavilion, thinking that her time was short, but she still refused to give up this opportunity, and finally arrived here.

Jing Qingli looked inexplicable after hearing this, but she didn't say anything.

Si Yu knew that she was already at the end of the crossbow when he contacted her just now, looking at the brilliance in her eyes, he sighed in his heart, about the end of this matter, her life was about to end.

She closed her eyes, her palms facing each other, and after a flash of red light flashed in her eyebrows, an octagonal prism appeared between her palms. The prism was pitch black, but there was constantly white light lingering on the surface, and behind it was an eye carved with runes, and the threads at the pupils were fine, and at a glance, it seemed that the soul had been pulled into this vortex.

"In the realm of the eight directions, the void is filled with nothingness. The power of divine thoughts, trace back to the origin! Si Yu still had his eyes closed, his hands were pulling, and the afterlife mirror was rotating rapidly in the space between his hands.

Ten breaths later, when the white light on the mirror reached its peak, the mirror stopped facing Biqi, and the mirror was blank.

Si Yu let out a breath and opened his eyes.

"Close your eyes and read what you say." She said to Bi Xuan.

Bi Qian came back to her senses from the excitement, hurriedly closed her eyes, and read over and over in her mind what she had been obsessed with for more than fifty years.

Gradually, she seemed to be plunged into chaos, surrounded by boundless darkness. After some time, the surroundings lit up, and she saw a mountain range, and on one of the mountains, a tall tree was halfway out, and the huge canopy was luxuriant. After careful identification, Bi Qian recognized that this was a peach tree, the princess's favorite peach tree! She wanted to get closer, but driven by the thought, her vision suddenly narrowed so that she could see the peach tree up close. Between the swaying branches and leaves, a touch of emerald green led the red silk to move slightly in the wind on the branches.

It's the prince's peiyu! It's exactly the same as the princess's relics!

Under the turmoil in her mind, Bi Xuan's thoughts were quickly withdrawn, she came back to her senses, the corners of her mouth twitched and pulled out a smile, and bowed down to Si Yu again.

After a long time, the old voice came from her body: "Thank you...... Immortals! ”

The afterlife mirror returned to its original state, lying quietly in Si Yu's hand, the white light flashed from Si Yu's eyebrows again, and the afterlife mirror disappeared in her hand.

Jing Qingli watched all this silently, and the people and things that she thought she had forgotten came to mind one by one.

At that time, she was just a soldier under the command of Lin Wang Bai Chengyuan, and the two had some friendship.

When escorting the recruits, she happened to pass by when she was disguised as a man, and the heavenly sage was in a prosperous state at that time, and the gold, silver, and rice grains taken from the people were enough to support the prestige of the royal family and those corrupt officials.

As for the army, which the emperor of that generation was probably sick of the brain, in the face of strong and constant invasions from foreign enemies, on the one hand, he blindly reduced the number of soldiers, lest the soldiers who died for him become too strong to threaten the chair under his ass, and on the other hand, they constantly recruited new soldiers, thinking that the number of men could compensate for the losses caused by the lack of military supplies—but it was only a matter of exchanging heads for heads.

In this situation, knowing that going to the battlefield is to give up their lives, nearly seventy percent of the recruits fled halfway, and less than one percent could be caught. The officer in charge of the pressure and delivery was anxious and could not bear the responsibility, so he secretly ordered that all the beggars or lonely down-and-out people in the places they passed through be arrested and confiscated into the army.

Rao is like this, the number is still far from enough, and in the end, even ordinary villagers will be arrested and used as soldiers.

It was a corrupt official from the pro-imperial faction who escorted the new army, and he didn't care what happened to the people, as long as he completed the task and sent the new army, and what happened after that had nothing to do with him.

In this way, Jing Qingli, who was dressed very plainly and lonely, entered the army like this.

There were countless ways for her to leave, but she ended up staying.

Getting acquainted with King Lin, who served as a general, can only be said to be a coincidence.

It was a cool night, and the men in the barracks were celebrating the victory.

If there is no wine to drink, take the mountain spring instead; There was no Mei Ji dancing and singing, and these old men sang at their own throats. The camp's fires were stacked with wild beasts, and the golden oil was covered with the carcasses of the beasts, condensing into droplets of oil and falling into the fire, crackling. The wolf-like gentlemen smelled the meat and swallowed their saliva desperately.

The smell of sweat and bad breath mixed with the smell of meat is a strange smell that lingers in the night sky.

Jing Qingli sat with a bunch of people, her face hidden in the shadows, listening to the gentlemen around her blowing about herself, plus a few meat jokes, which attracted a burst of laughter and obscenity.

"I was ...... When I first followed the general, the general was still a little hairy boy, and when he came to order soldiers, he had a small face, and there were a few tight skins who deliberately found faults, and the general didn't blink and dragged it down to deal with it by military law...... Listening to the ghost crying wolf, the other people who bluffed didn't dare to let go of a fart! Hahaha! ”

"You're the one who doesn't even dare to let out a fart! Yes? Hahaha......"

"Yes, what's the matter, following the general in the past few years has been the happiest few years of my old Liu's life!"

"Hahaha...... Lao Liu, you have been a monk for many years! Isn't that refreshing? ”

"Why don't you finish the battle, and when you return to Beijing, let Lao Liu invite a few of our brothers to go to the Chunxiang Building?"

"Gotta get that hand! It is said that the face is straight...... Tsk......"

"What's important about the face, what's important is ...... Hey hey ......"

"Hey, hey, hey...... I've been thinking about the little red of Chunxiang Building for several years, and that taste ......."

A string of obscene laughter sounded, and Jing Qingli also smiled, but did not answer, looking a little absent-minded.

She looked up at the sky and frowned. The purple micro star is bright and uncertain, the light of the greedy wolf star is gradually increasing, and the thick clouds cover most of the moonlight, making the night a little depressing.

"Whew! What do you think, boy? The face is so ugly. A greasy paw rested on her shoulder, Wang Cai bared his big yellow teeth, and his dark and thin face was laughed like a chrysanthemum by him at this time.

Jing Qingli came back to her senses, moved her shoulders uncomfortably, and before she could speak, she heard Wang Cai's big voice lower and said to her ear: "Are you going to Xiaojie?" ”

Jing Qingli: "......"

Wang Cai patted her on the shoulder, with a look of hellish understanding: "It's not good to hold it, don't be afraid that you won't be able to eat meat, just go, my brother will keep it for you." ”

Jing Qingli: "......"

Under the gaze of Wang Cai, Jing Qingli stiffened her steps away from the firelight, walked through the camp, and approached a small forest a little far away from the place where others were relieved.

Her face was solemn, and she wanted to make a good calculation here, but as soon as she walked in five or six steps, she heard footsteps behind her. When she turned around, she saw the general who had taken off his armor, holding a shovel in his left hand and a bucket in his right hand, walking towards her unhurriedly.

Seeing Jing Qingli in the grove, Bai Chengyuan smiled, without the slightest shelf.

"It's you." Bai Chengyuan said.

"Does the general recognize me?" Jing Qingli was a little puzzled.

"Bai also wants to thank Brother Shen for the sword for me." This 'Brother Shen' let Jing Qingli know that Bai Chengyuan had already checked her origin.

Bai Chengyuan put the things in his hand aside, and greeted him in a proper manner, as if he was just an ordinary person.

Jing Qingli, who goes by the pseudonym 'Shen Qing', also returned the salute, and said in her mouth: "The sword has no eyes, and it is a matter of duty." This is true, and she doesn't know how many times she has blocked others. And she also knows the heart of King Lin to some extent, and she is not ready to pretend to be humble.

Bai Chengyuan and Jing Qingli glanced at each other, and for a while, the two seemed to have known each other for many years, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Bai Chengyuan took the things again and invited Jing Qingli to go somewhere.

She didn't feel anything abrupt, and seeing her happily going, a smile flashed in Bai Chengyuan's eyes.

Passing through the woods, the two climbed halfway up the mountain, and they saw a gentle slope. Wild grass grows around, and glowing blue fireflies flutter in the air. The climate in the mountains is different from that of the flatlands, and in the middle of the gentle slope, a tree stretches its branches in the night, and its shadow sways in the wind, like a graceful woman.

When Bai Chengyuan got closer, Jing Qingli recognized that it was a peach tree, but it had just grown leaves.

She watched Bai Chengyuan sprinkle water on the peach tree and loosen the soil. After that, the two of them sat on the floor together, like old friends, and chatted for a long time.

"If I wait for the flowers at home to bloom and I haven't gone back, Qian'er will definitely blame me." Bai Chengyuan smiled and told Jing Qingli about his relationship with the peach tree.

Jing Qingli listened carefully, emptied her spirits, and from time to time she also said something about what she had seen and heard.

In the days that followed, Jing Qingli deduced over and over again, but what she got was only the hexagram that the fortune of the Heavenly Sage was about to be exhausted, but she always felt that this hexagram was incomplete.

She couldn't figure out what was missing, so she had to run around the entire camp and set up a defensive formation.

As everyone knows, in the past few days, the enemy army is quietly gathering.