I went to the wounded barracks again, and when I came out, it was just dawn.

Song You stopped at the door for a moment, turned his head to look to the side, and saw the city wall of Yuanzhi City, towering like a cliff, and the thought suddenly came to him, so he turned around and borrowed a small bowl, walked away, and went up the city wall.

Leaning on the battlements of the city wall full of sword gaps, I looked into the distance, it was the alpine grassland, the morning dew was heavy, the sun rose in the east, and the first rays of morning light had just shone over.

“……”

Song You took a deep breath.

From this cool air, you can feel the vitality of the grassland, and it seems to have a bit of slaughtering blood.

The Taoist held a small bowl in one hand, pointed at the grassland in the other, and borrowed a little morning dew from the grassland with a slight move.

After getting off the city wall and returning to the room, he spread out the white paper, took the ink strip and asked Sanhua Niangniang to help grind it, and the ink melted away with the morning dew on the grassland, so the words written in this way also have a bit of grassland vitality.

Previously, in the camp where the generals were recuperating from their wounds, Song You wanted to ask Mr. Jiang to help bring a good sound to his old way, but after thinking about it, with that old way's temperament, this sound may not be good, and then Mr. Jiang always wanted to bring the small box over, so he might as well write a letter, put it in the small box at that time, and bring it over.

So I dipped my pen in ink and thought about it.

The last letter was still in Yidu, and it has been four and a half years since I asked the Taoist masters of Fuqing Palace to bring it over.

It's been a long time.

Where do we start?

I should have started writing from Yidu.

Out of Yidu to Changjing, I don't know how much distance. The landscape of Anqing is really like an ink painting, and it should be said, but the road she has walked is also what she walked back then, and the viewer who walked Jiaoguan still remembers her name, Anqing Lao Yanxian Thousand Years of Taoism is obsessed with longevity, and the Liujiang Conference, the grand ceremony of the southern Jianghu people, is also the scenery she saw when she was young.

There are hundreds of miles of mountains from Xuzhou to Pingzhou, and the mountain god has met many ancestors of Fulongguan, but he has never met her when she was young.

The scenery of Genting Mountain and Jingdao Lake, as well as the events of his own entry into the Tao for a night and a year, were also written down.

Song You lowered his head and put down his pen and wrote seriously.

You should ask about the floating cloud view in Jingzhou.

Let's talk about the affairs of Changjing, the people's livelihood, the undercurrent of the imperial court, the ancestor of Fuyang and the snake fairy of Beiqin Mountain, and the general trend of the underworld.

Leaving Changjing, all the way to the north, I don't know how many demons and monsters, and the people's livelihood is suffering.

Song You writes in detail and verbosely.

But if you want him to be brief, you can't delete a word.

After all, it's been five years since I went down the mountain.

There is a thought, but it shouldn't be talked about much, and it is hypocritical, so it is broken down into thousands of parts and divided into words.

Maybe he wrote it too seriously, and he didn't even care if the three-flowered cat was standing next to him staring unblinkingly. Or maybe I wanted to show Sanhua Niangniang, so I deliberately ignored it. It wasn't until I stopped thinking and glanced at her inadvertently that I thought that I should talk about Sanhua Niangniang.

The three-flowered cat looked more seriously for a while.

Sometimes writing and sometimes stopping, sometimes silent, sometimes thinking, sometimes looking at the cat without saying a word, and before I knew it, it took another afternoon from dawn to noon, and I don't know how many pieces of paper were used.

When the Taoist put away the pen, took back the dried ink papers, and folded them together in order, he saw the three-flowered cat standing on the table, raising his head high and staring at him, but he didn't say a word, only followed his movements and figure with his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

……

It's early in the morning again.

Song You woke up before dawn, lit the lamp and washed, feeling that the time was almost up, so he took the letter paper and Sanhua Niangniang to find Jiang Da's belly.

On the way, I met Zhang Junshi again.

Coincidentally, as soon as they entered the room, Jiang Dabelly, who had been lying there for a day and a night, just woke up.

"Hoo ......"

Jiang sat up, his eyes widened, and he gasped for air.

It's like suffocating for a long time, and it's like waking up from a nightmare.

"What's wrong, Mr. Jiang?" Song You asked.

"Can you successfully find the place Mr. Song said? The words are also brought? Zhang Junshi also cared.

“……”

But I saw Jiang Da's belly open his round eyes, turned his head to look around, and then looked at Song You, then he squeezed out a crying and laughing expression, and said, "Mr. Song is really a fairy......

"How?"

Zhang Junshi hurriedly asked.

"If you weren't a god, how could you live in such a place where the spirit is soaring and the fairy aura is ethereal?" Jiang Da's belly didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, "Mr. didn't explain to the villain in advance, but he frightened the villain." ”

"Can Mr. Jiang be found?" Song You didn't excuse himself by reminding him to be careful or anything like that, he just asked him.

"Tell me about it!" Zhang Junshi also urged.

"The little one looked for the place that Mr. Song said, but it was very smooth, and I saw an old man who was dying on the road, and I was able to talk to my spirit, and I asked him for directions, and it was indeed Yin Yang Mountain. After the little one arrived, he didn't see the Taoist temple, so he shouted a few times according to what Mr. Song said, saying that Mr. Song invited me to come, but unexpectedly, the whole mountain seemed to have become a fairy residence, and the spiritual light in front of him almost washed away the villain's soul. Jiang Da Belly seemed to be frightened and frightened, "The villain was bold and shouted a few more times, and there was nothing rude, but he saw a wind rushing out from there, and the villain was blown by the wind, and his soul almost fell apart. ”

"Have you seen Mr. Song's master? Can you talk about going to the disaster vine? Where did the wind come from? Zhang Junshi was anxious and threw out a few questions in a row.

"Didn't see it, didn't see anything!

"Naturally, I said that the thing about going to the disaster vine was the wind that rushed out of it after I finished speaking!

"Who knows where it came from? The villain is out of his body, and the eyes of the soul are different from the body, and the mountain is full of spiritual light, I am afraid that the heavenly palace and heavenly court are nothing more than that! The villain's eyes were almost blinded, he could only see the dazzling aura, the aura that emanated from the outside was fairy, and the villain was only a little dipped, as if he was drunk, how could he see anything, only knew that the wind was rushing out of the inside......"

Jiang Da Belly also patiently answered one by one.

After speaking, he said to Song You with a bitter face: "Sir, I don't say a few words in advance, a small fugue is just a little ghost, how dare you go to that kind of fairy place casually?" ”

Zhang Junshi listened, and only felt like he was listening to the fairy stories told by the storyteller or the old man in the village, if it weren't for the urgency of the matter, I was afraid that he would have to ask a few more words according to curiosity.

Now he has to look at Song You.

"Don't worry."

Song Youben fell into thought about Jiang Da's belly, and when he received Zhang Junshi's gaze, he also eased up a little, so he said to him: "The family teacher is not a difficult person to get along with, but he is straightforward, and he is too lazy to treat guests when he is older. ”

"Then the disaster vine is extremely precious." Zhang Junshi was a little apprehensive, "Respect the teacher...... Venerable Master may agree? ”

"I watch it from generation to generation."

"Oh! Thank you sir then! ”

"At most, write another letter and bring it with the small box, just in case."

"Mr. Benyi!"

Zhang Junshi immediately asked someone to bring pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.

So Song You wrote a few lines on the paper, telling himself why he invited someone to send a letter, how to use the child-mother box, asking for 300 seeds to remove the disaster vine, etc., and put them in the small box.

"Hoo ......"

Blow on the letter and the ink will be dry.

Then he took out a thick pile of paper from his bosom, folded it on the top, and put it in a small box in a large box.

The pile of letter paper saw Jiang Da's belly stunned, but he didn't dare to ask more, closed the small box and buckled it, and covered the big box, sealed his hands, lowered his head and closed his eyes, muttered a few words, and almost didn't see any movement, and after he opened his eyes and put down his hand, he opened the big box and saw that the small box inside was gone.

"Alright."

Jiang Da Belly seemed to be worried that the small box would not be able to pass, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Song You: "If nothing happens, the small box will come back in three days, as long as the immortal over there agrees, take the original things and put the disaster vine on it, and after three days, the things that Mr. wants will be in this barracks." ”

"Good skills."

"Don't dare, don't dare ......"

With his divine soul, he has seen the blessed land full of spiritual light and like a god's dwelling, and now Jiang Da's belly can't stand up at will in front of Song You, and he always feels apprehensive in his heart.

Song You checked the walnuts on the generals a few more times to confirm that there was no change before leaving.

Zhang Junshi respectfully joined him.

Halfway through, I met Yin Wenxing again.

Seeing Yin Wenxing's hurried footsteps, Zhang Junshi suddenly stopped him and asked, "Where is Mr. Yin going in a hurry?" ”

"The villain is looking for General Chen and the military advisor."

"But what did you hear?"

"Yesterday, the King of Saibei discussed with the remaining demons for a whole day, and has discussed a solution to Mr. Song and my Yuanzhi City! When the villain heard a little, he was about to report to the general and the military advisor! ”

"Come on."

"Do you still remember the demons in the Northern Saibei Army who are good at observing the sky and measuring the weather and rain? And the evil thing with the water-dividing knife? ”

"Nature knows."

"I heard that the sky will change tonight, it will rain hard, heavy rain, for three days in a row, they have gathered all the demons in the army, to take advantage of the heavy rain, with a water knife to gather the grassland water, if it is not enough, bring some water from the north of the blue water, and then gather the power of the demons, water attack Yuanzhi City and Mr. Song!"

"Ah......h

The military advisor frowned when he heard this.

Now it is summer and it is the rainy season on the grassland, and dozens of miles north of Yuanzhi City is the famous Lanshui River, and the battle of Lanshui in the past is mainly on the bank of the Lanshui River.

Although the demon holding the water-splitting knife is not powerful, but with the water-splitting knife, he can have the power of a water god. Previously, the moat outside Yuanzhi City was all taken away by him with a wave of his knife.

"Water Attack ......"

Zhang Junshi looked at Mr. Song next to him.

But I saw Mr. Song ask lightly: "Did you really gather all the demons in the army?" ”

"That sounds like that, little one."

Yin Wenxing replied honestly.

Zhang Junshi couldn't help but be stunned, and then took a closer look at the look on Song You's face, and suddenly put his mind at ease.

(End of chapter)