The summer day was cloudy and sunny, and in the afternoon a large area of dark clouds swept over, and the black clouds were overwhelming, and after a while, a rumbling thunder was heard from the clouds, and with a thunderclap on the ground, the rain poured down.

The eaves are like pearls with broken threads, connected in a string, and the outside is white, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard blown by the strong wind have fallen to the branches and leaves.

"Oh, it's raining so hard," Cicada Feather's crisp voice sounded at the door, she put away the umbrella in her hand and shook the rain outside.

Qinghe brought hot tea to everyone and sent them over one by one.

Shen Lingjun sat on the windowsill, holding a cat in his hand and ravaging, his eyes looked at Su Musha and Zhao Qi who were playing chess on the side.

A heavy rain made Zhao Qi and Ye Qingzhi, who were going to go out, stay in their footsteps.

Ye Qingzhi didn't know what to do with her head down, Qinghe poured Ye Qingzhi a cup of tea, walked over, and said with a smile: "Miss Ye, the matter of the medicine house is almost done, you have time to take a look another day?" ”

Ye Qingzhi nodded, and Shen Lingjun looked up, "What medicine?" ”

Qinghe held the empty tray, pursed his lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "Miss, why did you forget, you still brought it up." ”

Shen Lingjun pinched the cat's front paws, the cat struggled to meow and meowed, and thought for a while, "Oh, you said that......"

As he was talking, he heard the cicada feather at the door greet someone with a smile, "What's the matter...... Ask my lady to write a notebook? …… Why don't you come in and ask? ”

Shen Lingjun jumped down from the windowsill and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Lord Shen...... "It was the old grandson who came in, and he came over with a blank piece of paper in his hand, it turned out that he was here to ask for a note."

Lao Sun Tou's grandson is seven or eight years old this year, and he also went to school, but the teacher said that this child was not qualitative, and asked him to practice calligraphy at home.

Lao Sun Tou clenched his fists and arched his hand, hehe smiled: "Several of them are scholars, the words must be written well, my baby likes to listen to a story about the rivers and lakes on weekdays, especially the deeds of General Zhao," Lao Sun Tou rubbed his hands, "Hehe, if there is a general to mention a few strokes, it will be beautiful." ”

A sunspot in Zhao Qi's hand did not fall, and his expression was a little complicated, "Tsk...... Writing......"

listened to the play on the side, sneered, poked Luo Cheng's arm, and whispered: "Our general's own handwriting is like a phoenix's claw." ”

L.A. looks at the sky, isn't it, those pieces on weekdays are ghostwritten by him.

"It's good to write," Shen Lingjun was bored, feeling very interesting, and said very energetically: "Otherwise, each of you can write a notebook." ”

Ye Qingzhi said with a smile: "You can't practice calligraphy like this, if you practice it with everyone's words, you won't be able to write anything in the future." ”

Old man Sun thought in his heart that it was already a very face-saving thing to get a few inscriptions, so he didn't care so much, so he hurriedly said: "It's okay, anyway, the kid hasn't been determined yet, so ask him to write it first." ”

So, Shen Lingjun asked Cicada Yu and Qinghe to prepare some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Shen Lingjun patted Su Musha's shoulder and said with a smile: "You can write?" ”

Su Musha's hand fell and nodded, his family was actually a scholarly family, but he called the Sword Saint to take away the martial arts practice since he was a child. However, the basic piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not bad, just looking at his appearance and demeanor, he is a noble son.

The rice paper was spread out, Ye Qingzhi took a brush and dipped it in ink, and then handed it to Zhao Qi, "Well, people asked for your words by name." ”

Actually, Ye Qingzhi saw Zhao Qi's expression and knew that he probably didn't write very well, originally, military generals are not like civil officials, they don't pay attention to these, and they don't know it. She just did it on purpose, she wanted to see Zhao Qi make a fool of herself, and she didn't know what her psychology was, so she always thought it was funny. Originally, according to Ye Qingzhi's character, she would not have done this, but she was probably taken by Zhao Qi, or she was really unhappy to see this person.

Zhao Qi touched his nose and said reluctantly: "Really write?" ”

Ye Qingzhi looked in the direction of the old man Sun, meaning that the old man was waiting.

Zhao Qi's temperament has always been bold, and he is no longer ambiguous at the moment, so he picked up the brush and wrote a word.

"......" Shen Lingjun leaned over and praised: "Atmospheric." ”

Su Musha glanced at it and nodded: "The power penetrates the back of the paper, and the dragon and snake fly." ”

What Zhao Qi wrote was the word 'war', which was like a person, strong and powerful, and awe-inspiring.

Ye Qingzhi was quite surprised, but she didn't see it.

Only Luo Cheng and the drama know here, and Zhao Qi is also good at writing this one word, because he writes too much. When fighting, whenever he encountered the problem of war or peace, Zhao Qi did not hesitate to pick up his pen and write down a battle word with an iron painting and a silver hook. In his words, if you beat those grandchildren back to their mother's womb, they won't dare to find fault in the future.

Shen Lingjun poked Su Musha's arm, "Mumu, up." ”

Zhao Qi and Ye Qingzhi also looked over and knew that Su Mu's calligraphy and painting should be good, but they hadn't seen it, and they were a little curious.

Su Musha glanced at Shen Lingjun helplessly, walked over and wrote a word.

Su Musha wrote the word 'spirit', which is different from Zhao Qi's vigor and strength, a faction of flowing clouds, writing the wind and clouds, and he himself is elegant and beautiful.

Zhao Qi raised his eyebrows, "Good words." ”

Shen Lingjun picked up the paper and flicked it, the ink was not dry, and there was still a faint scent of ink, and he was going to go out to find a frame for a while and frame the word.

Ye Qingzhi shook her head, these people are more unreliable than the other.

So, I sat down and carefully wrote a notebook, all of which were relatively simple words, so that the children would not have so much difficulty copying.

Ye Qingzhi's words are very beautiful, fresh and elegant, and it is comfortable to look at.

It was raining heavily outside, and the old grandson happily took a few pieces of paper in his arms and sat down to drink tea at the invitation of everyone.

Cicada Yu made another pot of tea and sent it over, and the old grandson took a sip and was happy, "Yo, the snow scene in the Western Regions, I haven't drunk it for many years." ”

Shen Lingjun asked, "Old man, have you been to the Western Regions?" ”

This tea is actually homemade by the people of the Western Regions, and it is not taken out, and it is mixed with some things such as Tianshan wild chrysanthemum, almonds, wolfberries, etc., which are beneficial to the body, and they are all entertained by them, and ordinary people can't drink it.

Some time ago, a friend from the Western Regions sent some to Su Musha, and when he saw that Shen Lingjun liked to drink, he asked the housekeeper to send it. When it's okay, the cicada feather will make a pot for everyone to nourish their spirits.

Old Sun stroked his beard, "Many years ago, I followed General Yan to the Western Regions when I was young. ”

Ye Qingzhi held the teacup, "Join the army?" ”

Lao Sun Tou shook his head and said with a smile: "Where, it's to catch some people, we were originally stationed in Shu, one day the general took us all the way to the Western Regions, it was an era of war and chaos, I thought it was a war, but when we got there, we were asked to arrest someone, anyway, there were homeless people everywhere, the leader said that we would follow whoever we caught, in fact, we don't know what to do." I only remember one thing......"

Speaking of this, Old Sun Tou frowned, "This matter is a bit evil. ”

The rain was loud outside, and a few people inside were sitting idly drinking tea and chatting, and Old Man Sun talked about the experience of the Western Regions, and everyone listened to it with relish.

When the story comes to the turning point, everyone listens to it, and they like to listen to the evil nature.

"How exactly," Shen Lingjun asked.

Old Sun Tou sighed, "Many of the people arrested at that time were actually innocent nomads, and we privately felt that something was wrong with this matter, but where did the orders from above dare to disobey, and later, I heard that those people were from a demon sect, they could cast spells, and they could control people, anyway, they were evil." ”

Shen Lingjun and Su Musha glanced at each other, knowing that it was the matter of the destruction of the Nale clan that Master Yuan had said.

Everyone listened to the old grandson continue, he took a sip of tea and smacked his tongue, "It was also a rainy day, we were resting in the camp tent in shifts, and suddenly we saw a fire in the distance, and when we ran over, we found that several soldiers had died inside, but the nomads who had been imprisoned were gone. ”

Zhao Qi frowned, "It's raining so hard?" ”

Old Sun Tou nodded, "No, it stands to reason that such a heavy rain can't burn at all, and besides, the fire can't be extinguished, and it won't be extinguished until it burns out." ”

Ye Qingzhi thought for a while, "Did you add fire oil?" ”

Old Sun Tou shook his head, "Probably, we originally thought that someone came to sneak attack and rescued people, but that night, those soldiers suddenly cheated the corpses!" ”

Everyone was surprised, "Corpse?!" ”

During the play, he rushed to Los Angeles's side, "scared Lao Tzu." ”

"I saw it with my own eyes," the old grandson affirmed, "when I was patrolling with another soldier, and suddenly I noticed something moving in the camp where the corpses were kept. ”

The old grandson remembered the past and drank two sips of tea to suppress the shock.

Shen Lingjun asked, "What about later?" ”

"Later, General Yan took people to smash the corpses of those zombies, and burned them, and those nomads disappeared anyway, and later, the commander warned us not to talk about this matter, for fear of disturbing the people's hearts, and I have more than one thing is better than one less thing, and no one believes it when I say it," Old man Sun shook his head, thinking of that matter, he still couldn't figure it out.

Shen Lingjun looked at Ye Qingzhi, "Is there really such a thing as a corpse?" ”

Ye Qingzhi frowned, "I'd rather believe that it's the relationship with the drug." ”

Shen Lingjun looked at Zhao Qi, "Has this kind of thing happened in your barracks?" ”

Zhao Qi raised his eyebrows, and shook his head again and again with Luo Cheng during the play, the former pouted, "Our general is a ghost, where do ghosts dare to make trouble." ”

Su Musha asked, "Does the old man know about the Nale tribe?" ”

Old Sun Tou shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, where are you?" ”

A few people looked at each other, and it seemed that there was something hidden in the events of the year.

Zhao Qi thought for a moment, "The General Yan in your mouth should be Yan He, right?" ”

"That's right," Lao Sun nodded, "I followed the general for four or five years, and then the army was reorganized and some people were dismissed, so I went to Luoyang City to be a catcher, and I did it for thirty or forty years." ”

Shen Lingjun asked, "Yan He, is that the King of Wuhou County?" ”

Zhao Qi nodded, "It's him, the old man is also sixty or seventy this year, after all, he is a military general, his body is quite tough, but he has already been disarmed and returned to the field." ”

"Find a time to visit?" Shen Lingjun raised his eyebrows.

The others nodded, "Okay, by the way, ask him about the year." ”