The old man made a gesture of putting his hands on his sleeves, looked at Fang Yan with a warm smile, and said: "You are cultivating the authentic sect of the Daomen, and you have embarked on the road of turning into a dragon, and you have the fortune of the heavens, and it is almost a sure thing to ascend the immortal road in the future. ”

Fang Yan sneered: "You are a scholar, you know more than me?" ”

The old man laughed and said, "When I was an official, I also dealt with the real people of the Immortal Dao Alliance. ”

Fang Yan also folded his sleeves with his hands, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Old man, playing in front of a snake demon and playing with words, but I played the piano to the cow, we can't understand it~!" ”

The old man smiled undiminishedly, pointed to the dialect and said, "My name is Fifth Lun, and I was the commander of the battle in Jiangxia City about a few decades ago. ”

Fang Yan was dumbfounded, opened his mouth in surprise, and stammered: "You, you, you are the commander of the battle back then?" ”

The old man asked rhetorically, "Why, isn't it like that?" ”

Fang Yan shook his head and said, "No...... I was also there in that battle back then, and my family teacher was Zheng Yin of the Qingying Sword Sect. ”

The old man thought for a while, and finally remembered, and suddenly said: "The one who captured the two children of the Heaven Snatching Sect Master, if he hadn't captured that pair of children, it would be difficult to say whether the battle would have been won or lost." ”

This kind of thing is far from being above board, and when it is taken on the table, even if Fang Yan doesn't take his own master Zheng Yin seriously, he doesn't feel very honorable.

The old man saw that the dialect was obscure, and he also knew that this matter was not very glorious, and it was a bit ruin to say in front of other apprentices that the master had done the next thing.

However, war is inherently all-encompassing, and where can it be just.

The old man raised the letter in his hand and said, "There are many more letters that I received after my death, do you want to listen to me read them?" ”

Fang Yan nodded, he was idle anyway, he took the teapot in, sat down cross-legged, poured himself a cup, and was about to smash two sips, when he suddenly stopped, held the cup and asked the old man, "Do you want it?" ”

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Pour me a cup, even if you can't drink it, just smell the tea." ”

Fang Yan took out a cup from the Qiankun ring again, poured a cup of tea for the old man, and sniffed lightly at the end of the old man's nose, revealing a look of memory and longing.

The old man picked up the letter in the fragrance of tea, and read it word by word:

"The husband is fine, and the words are like faces.

During my years on the mountain, my life was comfortable, and the young women in the Taoist temple respected old people like me very much, and also arranged for servants to take care of my daily life.

There are many wild flowers in the mountains, the colors are very bright, the ancient pines on the edge of the cliffs, look like the young woman's eyebrows from afar, the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, every morning, the mountains are the vast clouds and mist, covering the sky and the sun, just like the fairyland on earth, extremely beautiful.

I heard that you went to live in seclusion in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, and the servant woman who took care of my daily life said that the mountains of southern Xinjiang are more beautiful than ours and full of fairy energy, is it not?

Sometimes I get up early and look in the mirror and look at my silver hair, and I often look at it blankly, and my mind is full of pictures of our childhood, when my hair just covered my forehead, and you and I folded flowers in front of the house and played games.

You rode a bamboo horse and ran around the railing, and I played with the green plum branch that I had just folded back from the door. We live in the village, you are at the head of the village, I am at the end of the village, playing together, there is no suspicion.

When I was fourteen years old, I married you as a wife, and I was too shy to show a smile. With his head bowed to the darkness of the wall, he didn't dare to look back even after repeated calls.

I didn't brow until I was fifteen years old, and I was willing to be with you forever. I often hold the unswerving belief that I would one day stand under the big tree at the entrance of the village, hoping that you will return.

When you were sixteen, you left home to take an exam. In front of the door are the footprints of your wandering when you left home, gradually overgrown with green moss. The green moss is too thick to be cleaned, the leaves are falling, and autumn comes early.

In August, yellow butterflies flutter and both fly to the grass in front of the village.

I was sad to see this, and my face was sad and aging.

At that time, I thought, if one day, you want to go home, please remember to ask someone to bring a letter back first. I'll get dressed up and go out of the village to pick you up ten miles away.

The way home to greet you is never far.

I think when I was in the boudoir, I never saw the smoke and dust of the world. But after marrying you, all that awaits me all day long is the wind and sand at the head of the village.

I thought that by the time you were in high school, life would be better.

Unexpectedly, now that I am old, I stand outside the Taoist temple all day long, looking at the mountain road, hoping that you will suddenly appear in front of me.

Marry you in this life, come and go, gather less and leave more, how sad is it?

I hope that in the next life, we can stay together for a long time. ”

When the old man read it to the end, he couldn't stop crying, remembering that year he repelled the rebels, defeated the Demon Sect, and returned to the capital with great ambition, and he was greeted not by a reward, but by a three-foot white silk and a glass of wine given by the emperor, as well as the will of the women in the family to be demoted to female prostitutes in the sect, and the men to be assigned to the frontier to fill the army.

Just because, at that time, they ignored the Hu people who entered the country and plundered, and took the lead in dealing with the rebels, causing the Hu people to besiege the capital.

had no choice but to send his wife to the Taoist temple to stay away from the world, so as to escape the catastrophe.

Under the arrangement of his friends, Li Daitao took refuge in the mountains of southern Xinjiang and lived with the barbarians.

The old man sighed helplessly, the family gate valve, the moth of the country, its scourge is far greater than that of the Hu people in the Western Regions!

The rebels are funded by the family lords, which is a big trouble, and the Hu people in the Western Regions are only for plundering, so there is no need to worry.

Which is more important, how can those in power not know?

It's nothing more than that the emperor needs to rely on the family, and the family needs him to die.

The dynasty and the family are simply untidy and chaotic.

Fang Yan sighed helplessly, although he didn't know what the old man was thinking in his heart, but he could also feel the emotional expression of this era from the side.

Word by word, deep affection.

Every word is like a lifetime.

Wu Lun said in a deep voice: "The country is about to die, the family gate valve will be rampant, and in the long run, it will be the way of disaster, the Central Plains...... Falling apart, Shenzhou Lu Shen, is close at hand! ”

Fang Yan smashed two puffs of cigarettes, took a sip of tea, sniffed the fragrance of tea, and glanced at the old man without moving.

This old man is a discerning man who can see what is behind him, and he is worthy of being the commander of the counterinsurgency back then.

Fifth Lun shook his head and laughed at himself: "In this life, what does the aftermath have to do with me, a lonely ghost?" ”

Fang Yan comforted: "Lonely souls and wild ghosts? Boss, you're far from a lonely ghost...... In the future, I want to go to heaven to be a fairy~! Again, you said it yourself. ”

Fifth Lun waved his hand, pointed to the place where the boundary of the Central Plains in the northeast direction was located, and said sharply: "The family gate valve is rampant, this is the way to disaster, how can the rulers not know?" But why let it go! ”

Fang Yan laughed and said: "Death is dead, what do you have to do with it?" ”

Wu Lun sneered and sneered: "That's right, the dead are all dead, what do you have to do with me?" ”

Fang Yan asked curiously, "The dynasty changes, and the Immortal Dao Alliance doesn't care?" ”

Fifth Lun shook his head and said, "Didn't your master tell you?" That's right, you're just a snake demon, what did Zheng Yin tell you about...... The Immortal Dao Alliance is only responsible for dealing with the forces outside the party, so that those cultivators who have cultivated to the highest level cannot cause harm to the world, that's all. ”

Fang Yan muttered: "Then the next thing will be different, the secular and foreign forces will make peace, annex each other and conquer ......"