As long as the war is no more, the grass and trees will reoccupy the place, and in time, it will be as if nothing had happened.

There were street battles in the city, so the houses here were all in ruins, and blocks were burned to the ground.

Walking here, Ce Yingjun was silent, and He Yue looked heavy in his heart. He had never been to the ancient city of Panlong, and this was the first time he had truly seen the cruelty of war and the despise of human life.

As soon as you get out of the auxiliary city, there is a newly carved stone monument in the valley behind you.

The soldiers who died in the Battle of Woling Pass were buried here. He Chunhua ordered people to offer sacrifices and personally put on a stick of incense.

The scene was solemn.

He Lingchuan looked left and right, and saw that everyone was there, but there was only one person missing, and his heart moved.

He quietly paced out, walked out more than 200 zhang, and after being guided by many people, he found Wu Shaoyi under another big tree.

He crossed his knees on the ground, pinched his hands, and closed his eyes.

However, the canopy of the plane tree directly above is spreading, and every time the wind comes, it is golden and yellow, and it is bleak.

He Lingchuan looked at the ground in front of him carefully, there was new soil in a large area, the color was different from the surroundings, obviously it had been turned not long ago, but at this moment grass had grown.

Even the grass seedlings here grow more vigorously than in other places, and they rarely turn yellow in late autumn.

Why did Wu Shaoyi come here, could it?

He Lingchuan sat down beside him, looked at a phoenix in front of him, and sighed lightly: "How many people are buried here?" ”

"At least, more than 20,000." Wu Shaoyi slowly opened her eyes, "After they died, they didn't even have a tombstone. ”

The officers and soldiers who died in Woling Pass still have a stele; And the people buried here, nothing.

Yes, all the rebels are buried underneath, and they are also Wu Shaoyi's former robes.

He Lingchuan took out the wine bag from his arms and handed it to him, and took out two more wine glasses.

Wu Shaoyi didn't push back, filled a cup, slowly poured it on the ground, and replaced it with wine.

At this moment, He Lingchuan saw a touch of loneliness and depression in his eyes.

Those who were once like-minded with him either fled or were buried here; He himself was fundamentally injured by the secret method, and although he could live for a few more years, he said goodbye to the eventful years of wielding a knife immediately.

Even Wu Shaoyi, sitting in this once sad place, was at a loss when she looked around, not knowing where to go in the future.

He Lingchuan filled both wine glasses: "Come, I'll have a drink with you." ”

Guys? Wu Shaoyi was silent for a long time, raised a glass to him, and raised his head, his mouth was full of stuffiness.

After drinking three glasses in a row, he exhaled a spicy breath.

Since the injury, he has been drinking for the first time.

"Da Shao came here, not afraid of Lord He's reproach?" Accompany him, the former "traitor", to pay tribute to the "rebels", and this He Dashao can do it.

"Daddy scolds me, isn't that commonplace?" He Lingchuan said with a smile, "It's that the yin qi here is too heavy, so you shouldn't sit for a long time." ”

The aftermath of the Wolingguan battlefield was done by the officers and soldiers, who, of course, buried their companions in Shanyang, and buried the bodies of their opponents in Shanyin.

"I'll just come and see them. Say goodbye today, and there will be no date in the future. Wu Shaoyi nodded, "Human life is as cheap as weeds, in a few months, a few years later, who will remember them?" ”

He Lingchuan smiled: "What I said, no one will remember us a hundred years later." ”

Wu Shaoyi stood up, his face was swollen and red, his steps were floating, and He Lingchuan also reached out to help him.

Because of the secret arts, this person's cultivation has been abolished.

He Lingchuan also understands that this may be the key reason for Wu Shaoyi's defection. Otherwise, he will no longer be able to serve the thieves with the prestige he has accumulated in the past. Besides, his health is not as good as before, if he continues to hide in the east, I am afraid that he will collapse in less than two years.

Although it is helpless to submit to He Chunhua, it is the best choice.

The two walked back and caught up with the large army by the river.

The river was clear, and there was a small wooden house on the bank, with broken nets hanging from the front and back, and the wooden door was closed.

He Yueqing sighed: "The flat ground in front of the door is very clean, and people often come here." "Otherwise fallen leaves and weeds are the main tone here.

Everyone walked for a while, and a guard hurriedly came behind and reported to He Chunhua: "Fang Cai's riverside hut, there is a tablet in it that is Jiayuan Holy Master, and there are offerings on the table!" ”

The He Lingchuan brothers glanced at each other. Hong Xiangqian's full number is "Jiayuan Holy Master"!

In this kind of barren mountains and mountains, there are still people worshipping him.

He Chunhua's footsteps paused slightly: "Blood food, cooked food?" ”

"One steamed bun, three sour fruits. There are several bunches of incense burned in the furnace. ”

He Chunhua waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to it." ”

If he ignores it, the army will naturally not care anymore.

Zeng Feixiong whispered: "My lord, don't you have to pull out that tablet?" ”

"Look at the environment here, who will come here to worship him?"

Zeng Feixiong subconsciously looked around: "Country villager? ”

"It's just that the village husband and slang woman are looking for a little sustenance, and it doesn't become a climate, so don't worry about it."

Wu Shaoyi, who had been hanging her head, raised her head when she heard this, but saw He Chunhua looking at her, she couldn't help but be surprised, and then lowered her head again.

Lord He, this is for him.

Although he had taken refuge in He Chunhua, the latter did not want to embarrass the old master in front of him.

It wasn't until Woling Guan disappeared from view that Mrs. Ying let out a long breath: "It's too miserable to fight here, when the old man took back Blackwater City, it was far less tragic." By the way, where are we going to spend the night tonight? ”

"Woling Pass has been abandoned, and the cars and horses will settle in Shuanghe Town. The civilians have migrated there, and I've heard that new cities will be built there. ”

The town of Shuanghe is to the east of Woling Pass, less than fifteen miles. The Fengling ferry port is just in the middle of these two places, but unfortunately it is late, so the army plans to rest in Shuanghe Town for one night and then board the ship tomorrow morning.

Frost Town was originally only a small town of more than 400 people, but now it has to take over the population and functions of Woling Pass. When the army came in, they found that there was a lot of construction everywhere, and there was a lot of noise everywhere.

Woling Pass was originally a trade artery, and the caravans in the south had to go to Fengling Ferry to change ships when they came here. Now that Woling Pass has been abandoned, everyone has no choice but to settle down in Frost Town.

The army has expanded to six or seven hundred people, and the town can't live in it anyway, so you can only go to the grain field and Zhuangzi in the east of the town to make do. The conditions in the town were not good, and the He family simply spent the night in Zhuangzi, and the owner here temporarily moved out after receiving two taels of silver, leaving a row of four rooms and a Yangchang. At this time, the grain and rice have been put into storage, and the empty Yangchang is the compound.

There was a shortage of supplies in the town, and it was inconvenient to buy around, so Ce Yingjun still took out his own dry food for dinner. However, Zeng Feixiong was hungry for meat, and called He Lingchuan to go into the mountains to hunt.

They also instigated He Yue to go together, but because Mrs. Ying didn't allow it, He Yue could only watch the ten-person team disappear into the dense forest.

He Lingchuan's luck was good, about an hour later, he hunted two roe deer, four hares, and on the way back, he met a big black wild boar, weighing nearly 400 catties.

Everyone made a trap, and the wild boar was amused by the peach to the point of madness, and chased after him, so he fell into the trap and broke his leg.

The rest is simple:

The army had meat to eat, and it was a night when only the cooks were busy.

It was forbidden to drink alcohol during the march, and everyone ate meat and drank soup and made fists until the middle of the moon.

He Lingchuan went back to the house, untied his coat, and fell asleep.

Because he had secretly drunk a little wine, he slept more heavily than the others.

In the dark, it seems that someone is muttering something in their ears.

He Lingchuan didn't care, he wanted to sleep a little longer.

And then—

And he was woken up by a vigorous shake.

The strength is so great that it seems to want to shake his head off.

"Wake up!" Someone yelled in his ear, as if it was He Yue's voice, "...... Hurry up, hurry up! ”

There were a few words that I didn't hear clearly, but He Lingchuan heard his anxiety, and suddenly sobered up, and reached out to grab the knife: "There are bandits again?" ”

He Yue rarely lost his temper like this, he subconsciously thought that something big was not good.

"It's not!" He Yue dragged him out vigorously, and was so excited that he changed his voice, "Emperor Slurry, Emperor Slurry from the Sky!" ”

Emperor Flow!

He Lingchuan was stunned when he heard these three words, and he couldn't believe his ears, but his body's reaction was faster than his mind, and he went out with two big jumps, leaving He Yue behind.

The original body didn't learn or know anything, but he remembered the knowledge points about "Emperor Flowing Pulp" very firmly, so that He Lingchuan knew what it was when he heard it:

The aura of heaven and earth exploded, so rich that it came to the world in a liquid form!

It is a priceless treasure for all living beings.

In response to the restlessness of the soldiers, they stood in the open air with all the bottles and jars they could find—preferably basins and jars—and did not forget to open their mouths, take off their shirts, and dip a little more while catching the rainwater!

He Lingchuan stood outside the house and looked up to the sky, only to see a full moon, silver like water, and at the same time felt that his face was slightly moist, the drizzle was like silk, but the nose smelled a fresh and tranquil fragrance.

The aroma is indescribable, like sweet and ripe melons and fruits, like August osmanthus, like a smile in the morning sun, and like a mountain forest after rain and fog.

In short, it is refreshing, smelling and forgetting worries.

But there was a strong desire in his heart.

This longing is like starving for seven days and suddenly seeing the delicacies of the mountains and seas, or a desert traveler finally crawling to an oasis on the verge of death......

It was a sincere cry from my heart:

"I want it!"

He Lingchuan didn't dare to delay, the scholar snatched two wide leaves from the banana forest, spread them neatly on the roof, and took out the wine jar from the storage ring, poured out the wine, and left only the jar to inherit the spiritual dew.

He clearly remembered that the emperor slurry was also like rootless water, which would precipitate to the depths of the earth when it encountered the soil, and then form the Xuanjing vein through the movement of the earth's veins. But that is hard to find, no one can figure out its trajectory, all living things can grasp is the present.

The most recent Emperor Pulp appeared decades ago.

Fresh slurry is so precious, there are clouds in ancient books, and a drop can be worth ten days of cultivation.

In addition to cultivation, it can also replenish the source and reinvent living beings.

Of course, talking about efficacy regardless of dosage is a hooligan. He Lingchuan can't verify how many milliliters a drop is about, and the quality of the emperor's pulp should be high or low?