Qingyuan County, Li Mansion Plum Garden, in the early autumn season, a tree is bare, there is occasionally a small piece of daisy blooming under the tree, Li Yu sat lazily on a rockery, stroking the handwriting that was already a little blurred, that was Hu Chen's carving left when he was bored alone in the plum garden, the handwriting was crooked, and now only vaguely recognizable the word 'go home', the fingers are different shades of handwriting, Li Yu followed the stroke by stroke, his expression was gloomy, Li Mansion is not your home, how can it be the home in my heart?

When Li Yu saw the name that had disappeared for a long time in the newspaper, his first reaction was surprise, followed by infinite melancholy, Hu Chen was still alive and well, and this was enough. Li Yu has always been very guilty, if she could have given Hu Chen more care, there would have been no young Hu Chen running away from home, what she was most worried about for so many years did not happen, it is said that she should be very happy to hear that Hu Chen can be a blockbuster in the Jiazi competition, but in addition to being happy for Hu Chen, she is more deeply disappointed.

Li Yu brushed a few strands of naughty hair that was blown by the breeze behind her ears, ten years later, her face is still like a peach blossom, she is not ready to meet Hu Chen, Hu Chen should grow into a young man now, Li Yu thought, she believes that they will eventually meet again, if Hu Chen can call her a mother again, how good it would be, Li Yu thought.

Li Yu looked in the direction of the Yongan Imperial City, where there were also children she cared about day and night, when she saw her, she and Li Tingyi got together less and left more, she didn't have time to compensate and say some apologies, and the children who were still young had grown up alone.

Hu Qingyun has now become a cavalry captain, deeply loved by the lower-level soldiers, and concurrently serves as the post of counselor of the general's palace, and is valued by Chen Mengde, the general of Jingbei, and even Liu Mian, the prince of Zhen, who commands the military of the four counties in the north, praised Hu Qingyun for 'talking and laughing and destroying the strong hands and destroying thousands of troops in the green robe', quite a Confucian general's style.

Hu Qingyun was able to be promoted to the second only general to the cavalry lieutenant so quickly, but also because of the successful implementation of the plan formulated by him, not only in one fell swoop to recapture the sixteen states of Hongshan occupied by the Yunlong Dynasty a hundred years ago, but also occupied the Liangzhou City deep into the hinterland of the Yunlong Dynasty, Liangzhou City was built according to the snow mountain, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the Yunlong Dynasty attacked the city dozens of times, Liangzhou City was in the hands of the Daqing Dynasty one day, it was like a knife pierced into the heart of the Yunlong Dynasty, forcing the Pingnan camp to retreat for no less than two hundred miles, relieving the great pressure on Jinglin City.

Li Yu remembered Li Jinheng's expression after hearing about Hu Qingyun's deeds some time ago, and couldn't help sighing, even if Hu Qingyun worked so hard, he still couldn't get Li Jinheng's recognition. The reason why Li Jinheng has not been waiting to see Hu Qingyun for so many years, in addition to Hu Qingyun's identity as a scholar, the main reason is that he feels that Hu Qingyun has never been worthy of Li Yu, Li Yu is known as the existence of the 'Li family's young phoenix', and he is a cultivator, Hu Qingyun is an ordinary person, what if one person is above ten thousand people?

Li Yu took out a silk cloth from her arms, which painted the scene of Hu Qingyun's Confucian shirt and scrolling books, and there were more paintings about Hu Qingyun in her boudoir room, her eyes were confused, and her thoughts had already flown to the border.

The Jiazi Dabi has been carried out for six rounds, and in one more round, the top three at the elementary, intermediate, and high levels will be determined, and then one person from the junior, intermediate, and advanced levels will be selected to press the realm to the primary level to determine the last person after the competition, which will be the top ten in the Jiazi Dabi. And these ten cultivators will then draw lots to fight in pairs, so as to determine the first place in the entire Jiazi Competition, this person will not only get the reward of the high-level Xuan Artifact, but also have an immortal weapon waiting.

Jiuqu Huilang, as a corridor together with Zhujie Peak and the surrounding nine peaks, a bend and a peak, a peak and a scene, is one of the scenic spots that the disciples of other sects must go to after coming to the Qinglian Sword School, the mountain peaks are protruding, the scenery is different, a bend of the corridor is hidden between the sea of clouds, strolling above, overlooking the rivers and mountains, a beautiful picture.

Lin Qingyue walked in a roundabout way, wearing a pale cyan water-patterned pleated skirt, slender black hair tied behind him with three or two belts, a jasper hairpin curled up in a bun on the top of his head, and his eyebrows were slightly tufted. Someone in the distance saw the two of them traveling, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves and took a detour.

Song Xize casually pointed to the duckweed river under the retreat and said with a smile: "Senior sister, do you know how many ups and downs this duckweed river has flowed through throughout the ages, and how many immortal mountains it has nourished with aura? Although it will eventually come to an end, and we cultivators need extremely huge aura, we can't take it for our own selfishness and thirst, that is not only disrespectful to the Great Dao, but also will cause heavenly punishment, and the gains outweigh the losses." Instead of making useless efforts in that ethereal direction, why not be the worldly monarch and watch the great mountains and rivers, and you and I share prosperity, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Lin Qingyue replied in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't you still understand? This is no longer your Song clan's world, the world can be lost in the hands of your Song clan, how can you guarantee that someone will not take it from your hands in the future? Even if the cultivation path cannot live forever, we may not be able to visit the rivers and mountains? The mountains and rivers that have to be fought for are broken, and in the end it is just a matter of time for the mirror to regret it? Senior brother, you just listen to my advice and give up these inappropriate ideas, and we are still as free as before, okay?"

"No! This is originally my Song family's thing, how their Liu family takes it away from us, I will take him back. Senior sister, I promise you, as long as you help us, after I lay down this country, if you don't want to be trapped in the deep palace, I will give up the throne to our children, and then you and I will swim hand in hand all over this great mountain and river. Song Xize spoke earnestly and looked at Lin Qingyue with a hopeful face.

Lin Qingyue didn't want to say anything more, shook his head lightly, Song Xize was so low that he almost opened his mouth to beg, seeing that Lin Qingyue still refused, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and his face turned dark.

Song Xize let out a sigh of relief, his clenched fists gradually loosened, and he glanced at Lin Qingyue, who bowed his head and was silent, and said lightly: "Lin Qingyue, whether you agree or not, your Lin family and the Song family are already in the same boat, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your Lin family's old and young family and your weak old mother? I don't care if you are close to that kid named Hu Chen for our great cause or if you have other thoughts, there is one sentence I have to remind you, don't play with fire and burn yourself!"

After Song Xize said this, he ignored Lin Qingyue, and walked forward alone with his hands behind his back, some disciples of the Sword Sect saw Song Xize, and they would generally bow down and say hello, Song Xize smiled warmly in return, and when he saw a disciple with a slightly lower realm, he would be even more patient and instruct.

Lin Qingyue looked at the senior brother who was gradually drifting away, his heart trembled, and he stared at the sea of clouds by the railing, what did Song Xize's words mean in the end, could it be that she had really been very close to Hu Chen recently? Lin Qingyue asked herself that she didn't have any unfavorable thoughts about Hu Chen, so did she like Hu Chen? Thinking of this, Lin Qingyue's hand shook, and a light green silk scarf that had been held in his hand slipped off, and the mountain wind blew and drifted to nowhere.

Beibi County, Wang Mansion, Zhao Muyun raised his eyes and looked at the clean land around him, smiled slightly, and gently buttoned the old door knocker.

After waiting for a long time, the door of the mansion slowly opened ajar, and it was an old servant with dizzy eyes who squinted slightly and looked at Zhao Muyun for a long time, before asking in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

Zhao Muyun didn't care about the old man's vigilant gaze, saluted gently, and replied with a smile: "Old man, my surname is Zhao, and if you have to help me pass on Mr. Wang, I will say that the old man is visiting." ”

The old man looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, he had never seen the person in front of him, but looking at his polite appearance, he should not be a bad person, his old man was unparalleled in wisdom, and he could not say if he knew someone outside, the old man asked Zhao Muyun to wait for a while, and walked towards the house tremblingly.

Zhao Muyun clasped his hands in front of him, glanced at the layout of the house, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

"Are you?" Wang Daoquan was practicing calligraphy in the house, and suddenly heard that an old man was visiting, under the leadership of the old servant in the porter, Wang Daoquan had already seen Zhao Muyun who was waiting, and only felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

"Mr. Wang is really a noble person who forgets things, in Zhao Muyun, Huai Zhong farewell, there are nearly ten years of not seeing Mr. again, see you today, Mr. is still in good health, fortunately, fortunately. Zhao Muyun saw Wang Daoquan asking, and smiled slightly.

Wang Daoquan's expression was abrupt, and he glanced at Zhao Muyun carefully, Huai Zhong's battle, in addition to his decisive planning, the Zhao family also contributed a lot, especially Zhao Muyun, a qi practitioner of Jiufang Mountain, the two were only a few sides back then, and there was no in-depth communication, at this moment Zhao Muyun suddenly came to the door, what was the matter?

"Old Xing, this gentleman is indeed my old friend, and there are few ordinary people, so I bother you to help me make a pot of tea, I want to catch up with this Mr. Zhao. Wang Daoquan introduced Zhao Muyun into the study and ordered the old man with a smile.

Zhao Muyun looked at the layout of Wang Daoquan's study, on the desk, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are complete, not a top grade, but it looks neat, a piece of straw paper has handwriting ink is not dry, silver hook iron painting, looking at its trajectory, it should be a capital 'good' word, but for some reason, the last stroke is missing.

Behind the desk, a painting of Mr. Shiraishi's Hanjiang solo fishing picture is the only valuable thing in the study, there are a few pots of gladiolus buds to be put in front of the window, and outside the window is a cluster of green bamboo, late autumn has arrived, and it is still lush.

Zhao Muyun smiled slightly, in this world, there are fewer scholars with some backbones, and he doesn't have much affection for the set of scholars who Confucianism believes in governing the country, but there are some things that are always more popular with the mouth and the pen than the sword.

Wang Daoquan waited for Zhao Muyun to finish looking, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao came from afar, I'm afraid it's not to see the layout of my study, if you have anything to say, Mr. might as well say it directly." ”

Zhao Muyun smiled and stroked his beard and said: "The gentleman is solid in the humble room, why not help the people through the world?" I hit it off with Mr. at first sight, and said goodbye in a hurry, and now I know that Mr. has a bad career because of the things of the year, and his ambitions are not displayed, so I specially asked Mr. to introduce Prince Zhen on his behalf, Muyun has his own way to persuade the prince, and he is willing to share his worries with Mr. ”

Wang Daoquan glanced at Zhao Muyun coldly, and excused himself: "Wang thanked Mr. Zhao for his promotion, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to do what Mr. wants, I have long been away from the palace, and now that the clouds and wild cranes are idle, how can the prince meet me, a bad old man?"

Zhao Muyun laughed and said: "Mr. Wang is too humble, Zhao is not here for the family, just for the future." You and I have learned a good skill, and it's a pity to be alone. There was once a Ming Jun who used the mirror as a metaphor for the ministers of the bones, and there was no person like Mr. Wang to disturb a pool of troubled waters, wouldn't those silverfish be happy like immortals? They are still living freely, so we must make those people on top of their heads more uncomfortable, so as to be the blessing of all the people. Mr. Wang thinks so?"

Wang Daoquan looked at Zhao Muyun for a long time, suddenly smiled, and picked up the pen to fill in the last stroke of the word 'good' on the straw paper.