Hong Cherry carried the basket and carefully stepped out of the courtyard gate. At this time, it was almost noon, and the sun was scorching, and it was unpleasantly baked.

She just wanted to run through this street as soon as possible, first, for fear of getting sunburned, and secondly, for fear of another Tu national soldier. The events that happened a few days ago really scared her. I have never seen such a fierce and vicious Tu country soldier when he is so big, he will fight when he sees people, and he will smash things when he sees them, if it weren't for Master Mingguang coming forward to deal with the government, these bitter craftsmen still don't know how miserable they are.

Today, if Daddy hadn't told her to steam dry food for the masters in the house opposite, she would never have gotten out.

As soon as I went out, I was startled by the extra people under the big tree.

When I looked closely, I saw the man lying on the ground, unkempt, his messy hair covering most of his face, and only the blue stubble on his chin could be seen. A sackcloth was even more dirty, it was actually a beggar, he was humming a little tune in his mouth at this time, crossed Erlang's legs, and showed half of his feet on one foot, and he was flicking a rag shoe at that time, as if he could throw the shoe out at any time.

"Which one are you?" The girl put one hand on her waist and scolded very imposingly: "How can you lie down like this, don't you know if you are in the way of others?" ”

The beggar was not angry at her scolding, but sat up slowly and looked at her, and then stood up, and this man was quite tall, more than a head taller than her, and his shadow covered himself.

"Y-What do you want to do?" Cherry Girl couldn't help but take a small step back.

"The girl has rice cakes in her basket, right? How about mixing me? I buy. As he spoke, the beggar took out a few copper coins in his arms.

"Are you Han?" Cherry glanced at him in surprise, took out a piece of rice cake from the basket, thought about it and added another piece of oil paper and handed it over, seeing that he took it, but he didn't look at the copper coin handed to him, turned around the other party, walked quickly to the opposite house, and knocked on the door......

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Cherry was happy when she returned home, and she got the exact news from Master Mingguang. Tomorrow, these Han Chinese will be able to return to Dali with the master.

When she followed her father, who was a painter, to settle in Tu Kingdom, she was still young, and her impression of her homeland was already very vague, and she only heard the uncles who worked with her father talk about the fact that Dali was strong and stable, if it weren't for the imperial court to appoint these craftsmen here to help build temples and academies, which Han people would stay in such a hot and humid place where mosquitoes are annoying?

After crossing the street, I couldn't help but glance, the beggar seemed to be full, this time he was lying in a different direction, quite far from his courtyard gate, but his posture was still so casual and dazzling.

"Lazy thing." She muttered, and at this moment, a gentle and clear voice came: "The grace of the girl's meal, remember it in my heart, and it will be rewarded in the future." ”

Cherry didn't understand what Zou Zou said, she knew that the beggar said it, but she felt that this person had some abnormal brains and didn't take it to heart. She only scolded the madman in a low voice and pushed the door back to the house, she wanted to tell Daddy the news as soon as possible, pack her luggage early, but she didn't dare to miss the time of departure.

Yuan Xing is still reminiscing about the deliciousness of rice cakes, and it is the first time I have eaten such delicious food in the past few days. As for the promise he had just made to the little girl with a wheat-colored complexion, he was naturally serious.

If the other party returns to the Central Plains with Master Mingguang, he will have to take more care of him. If the girl stayed, the silver in his bosom would have come in handy.

But he forgot a sentence, since ancient times, it is the most difficult to return ......

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Before dawn the next day, several families gathered on the street, put their luggage and parcels into the ox cart that had been prepared in advance, and the group left the city quietly in the morning fog without making much noise.

Master Mingguang sat in the car, when he left the city gate, he couldn't help but look back, he didn't expect to preach in Tu country for many years, and in the end he would return to the Central Plains in disgrace, not only many years of hard work were wasted, the future development of Buddhism in this land will be more difficult, every time he thinks of those burned scriptures and martyred monks, he will be heartbroken, this is the Fa difficulty.

This group of people is complex, there are Mingguang's apprentices and monks, there are also Han craftsmen and their families, the old and weak, women and children, fortunately, there are ox carts to walk, and the speed of travel is not slow. When the morning fog cleared, it was out of the border of Likan City.

"Master, there are people following us." Mingguang's eldest disciple, Wu Che, suddenly shouted.

Everyone immediately became nervous and looked back one after another, only to see that on the official road behind, a tall and thin figure was far away from their group of people, and there was only one person.

"Xu is a native of the same road, it doesn't matter." Mingguang also saw the situation behind him clearly, and didn't care much about Dao.

"Master is confused, what if the other party is a spy from Tu Guo or a foreign way?" His master is an honest monk, and many mundane things are arranged by himself as a big disciple, and he really doesn't dare to take it lightly.

"Then wait for him to come and ask?" was said to be confused by his disciples, and the old monk Mingguang was also good-tempered, not angry, and seemed to have long been used to it.

"Huh? I've seen that man. At this time, Hong Cherry on the second ox cart suddenly spoke: "He is a Han Chinese, and he has become a beggar for some reason." ”

"Since you are Han, you must be fine." Mingguang put his mind at ease, and then sighed: "This place is another country after all, and the current situation is so difficult, it is unfortunate to think about it, it is better to wait for him, if he also returns to the Central Plains, he can take care of one or two." ”

Wu Che wanted to say something but swallowed it back, and at this moment it was inconvenient to refute the master's face, but he was still not at ease in his heart, and made up his mind to be optimistic about the other party.

When the rest of the crowd heard him say this, they stopped going forward.

The people in the rear are fate, the original plan was to secretly follow this group of people, if there is a crisis, it is easy to deal with it, but these few days in this wild overnight is really enough, you must know that his tent and other equipment are not carried, not to mention the rest, just last night, it was still in the city, there are not too many mosquitoes and plagues, and the sleep is not stable.

It was because he changed his mind and deliberately did not hide his tracks. Sure enough, seeing that the people in front of him had stopped, he quickened his pace and stayed in front of him to grab his fists first: "In Xia Qinkong, I have seen you." ”

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Suddenly I want to say something. I'm also an old writer in the next place.,Well.,It's not old in seniority.,It's old in age.,It's more than thirty.。

Writing this novel has had a big impact on me.

I've written novels in the past.,The results are really okay (now it's 404),Hastily unfinished (maybe a eunuch) has been scolded by many people.,Ten years of pen closure in the later period.,Well,It may take a long time.,In addition to the work summary,Basically don't touch the text.,QQ,Forum.。 I didn't post a post on the post bar, and even if I replied to the speech, it was only one or two sentences, and this was because it was rumored on the Internet that I was hit by a car and died.

At such a level, I am really scared that someone can still read what I write (in fact, I am happy).

I wanted to write this character a long time ago, when I was a teenager, and I wanted to write about crazy women, blind monks and poor Taoist priests. The madwoman has written, and now I am writing about the blind monk (I really want the protagonist to be blind, but later I found it too difficult to write...... I don't know how far I can go, so let's do my best.

There is absolutely no manuscript storage, and the words are basically untyped in the morning in a daze.

After I started to quit online gaming, my routine has always been to go to bed around 10 o'clock at night, get up at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning, go to work in a daze or read books until work, and take a nap at noon or at work or home.

Now, I will go to bed earlier at night if I have nothing to do, and if there is a delay, I will write until about 12 o'clock in the morning. I also wake up late in the morning, sometimes I wake up at six o'clock. Sometimes the whims of napping are also abandoned.

So, although the update is not diligent, it is only about 2,000 words a day, everyone for the sake of our efforts, give a recommendation or send a comment? Thank you, please recommend and comment......