The cold winter is deepening, and the wind is like a knife.

As tensions ease, the refugees who had been transferred to Chang'an some time ago have returned to their places of origin, and people living in the south of the city are braving the bitter cold to tidy up villages that have been scorched by the enemy.

More than 100 Tang soldiers came on the official road, looking at their armor and ordnance, it should be an ordinary box army in a certain state, people who are busy rebuilding their homes, looking at the tired expressions of these soldiers, put down the tools in their hands and applaud to cheer them up, and some people shouted: "We will arrive in Chang'an soon." ”

Tang Jun nodded in acknowledgment, and then continued to advance. The applause on the roadside also quickly subsided. At present, it is impossible for the imperial court to increase the intensity of relief, to survive this cold winter, all rely on their own hands, and the villagers must seize a qiē time, at least to repair the shelter that can resist the wind.

In the one hundred and eighty-sixth chapter of the year of the fourth volume, there were still a few carriages behind the Tang army, and the villagers who were busy working thought that these carriages might be officials from a certain state and county in the south, so naturally they didn't have time to pay attention to them. Where would they have thought that, in a sense, it was these people in the carriage who saved Datang.

The light of the sky came in through the crack in the car window and fell on Jun Mo's face—he was seriously injured, his thin cheeks were already extremely pale, and when the winter sun shone on it, it was like clean snow—he looked at the scorched earth village outside the window, silent, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Mu Yu looked at his side face, worry written between his eyebrows.

All the disciples of the Houshan Mountain of the Academy were extremely seriously injured in the battle of Qingxia, relatively speaking, she was in the best condition, just because she had consumed too much mental power to preside over the formation, and after resting during the journey for these days, she had already recovered most of it.

The situation of the fourth senior brother and others was much worse, after receiving diagnosis and treatment, they still couldn't get up, and they had been recuperating in a few carriages in the rear, not knowing when they would really recover.

But what she was most worried about was Jun Mo, because Jun Mo was the most seriously injured. Jun Mo had already woken up after leaving Qingxia. It doesn't seem like there's any problem, but it's very worrying.

Because the return of the one hundred and eighty-sixth chapter of the year of the fourth volume (I) During these days of travel, he was silent for too long—he always sat quietly by the car window, looking at the shallow snow-covered fields in the south of the Tang Dynasty, or the villages set on fire by the enemy.

Mu Yu looked at his still resolute side face, looked at his hair scattered behind him, and then his eyes fell on the empty sleeve, and sighed silently in his heart...... Those carriages did not enter Chang'an City. Instead, he went directly to the academy.

The Don Army in charge of the escort. I left under the meadow, the meadow was covered with light snow, and there were countless clumps of peach blossoms in the snow, but it was not yet the time to bloom, and the academy was very quiet today, even a little deserted.

No royal family or ministers bowed humbly. There is no welcome from the people, no solemn ceremonies, and no sound of gongs and drums. Not many people even greeted them.

No one would care about this, because they hadn't informed those people in Chang'an City to go out and return. To go back to the academy is to go home, where you need it

There were only two people who greeted them on the meadow - the cute little scholar Xu Jialun, and Ning Que, who was on crutches and covered in bandages.

The little scholar looked at Jun Mo and didn't say a word. Two lines of tears flowed.

Jun Mo left him in the academy, and he was scared in the academy for so many days, and today he finally saw that the young master came back alive, where can he still control his feelings.

When he saw that Jun Mo's right arm was broken, he immediately cried out.

Jun Mo frowned slightly and said, "Don't cry." ”

The little scholar was obedient and wiped his tears desperately, but there were too many tears, and he couldn't wipe them clean, and when he saw Jun Mo's hair, he couldn't help crying and shouting.

"Young master, why is your hair turning gray!"

Ning Que looked at the empty sleeves of the second senior brother, looked at his gray hair, and didn't know what to say.

Jun Mo said expressionlessly: "There are burning villages everywhere, and there is too much ash on the road. ”

It's very clumsy and even somewhat cute to explain, but no one laughs.

There was silence in the carriage.

"Why is the academy so quiet?" the second senior brother asked.

Ning Que said: "The third senior sister dispersed the teaching and students in the front yard of the academy in advance, some of the teachers and students left, most of the teachers and students are helping the imperial court in Chang'an City, and some have already gone to the front line. ”

Jun Mo asked, "How are Senior Brother and Yu Curtain now?"

Ning Que said: "The situation is okay, but it is a little inconvenient to move. ”

The carriage drove past the ruined stone gate of the academy and went deeper.

The teaching house and the front hall on the second floor of the academy are all dilapidated, especially the alley leading to the old book building and the back mountain, which cannot be seen in its original appearance, and no one can be found to repair it during this time.

Jun Mo looked at these pictures and was silent...... The mountain behind the academy is still warm as spring.

is still the grass house that will not be broken by the autumn wind, the little scholar and Tang Xiaotang carried the teachers to the soft couch, some were still asleep, and some barely supported their bodies.

For the time being, I can't hear the sound of the flute in the North Palace, the sound of the piano in the West Gate, the sound of striking iron by the stream, and the quarrel between Song Qian and the eighth junior brother over a chess piece, and I will probably never see the teacher again.

The elder brother and Yu Curtain were in wheelchairs.

Jun Mo let go of Mu Yu's hand holding him, walked to the senior brother's wheelchair, and saluted. Then he looked at Yu Curtain and said, "Xiong Chumo should die, why didn't you kill him?"

Yu Curtain said calmly: "Some people, it is more useful to be alive than dead. ”

The second senior brother thought about it and didn't continue to ask again.

The senior brother looked at his empty sleeves, looked at his gray hair, and said, "The teacher once said that since some things cannot be changed, you must learn to accept them. ”

"It's not about care, it's about regret. ”

Jun Mo looked at the gray sky outside the grass house and said: "I have always wanted to be like Uncle Xiaoshi, draw a sword and fight with the sky, when the teacher ascends to the sky on the bank of Surabaya, I think that one day in the Ming Dynasty, I can follow the teacher's steps, but now it seems that there is no chance." ”

Not everyone understands what he said.

The elder brother sighed and said something else: "Pipsqueak is gone. ”

In the back mountain, Jun Mo and Chen Pipi had the deepest relationship, and at this time, listening to the news, he was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Can the Lord of the Audience recover?"

This is one of the most important questions for the college.

When Jun Mo asked this question. looked at Ning Que.

Everyone who was awake under the grass house looked at Ning Que.

On Suzaku Avenue that day, Ning Que had given an answer to the people in Chang'an City, but today he still thought about it for a long time before he said with certainty: "No." ”

Hearing this answer, the second senior brother always had a cold expression, and finally relaxed a little, that is, the wind blowing into the grass house. It seems to have become a little warmer.

Contemplating the realm that the Lord once revealed. It is the coldest cloud in the hearts of the people in the back mountain, although he was defeated in Chang'an City, but in fact he was not defeated by Ning Que, but by the Shocking God Array.

In other words, he was still defeated at the hands of his master.

If it is not in Chang'an City, but in another place in the world. Whether it is Senior Brother or Jun Mo, even with the curtain, they are not necessarily the opponents of the Lord.

As for Ning Que. There is no possibility...... The sound of the waterfall, echoing in the small courtyard, is very deafening.

Ning Que couldn't figure it out back then. How could the second senior brother fall asleep in such an environment, and he couldn't understand how the senior brothers and sisters could hear each other's voices every time they were discussing matters in the small courtyard.

He once asked the second senior brother this question, and the second senior brother's answer at that time was: After listening to it for a long time, it will naturally become a habit. As long as the heart is quiet, what sound can disturb the ears?

After dozens of days, after seven days and seven nights of unimaginable fighting in front of Qingxia, two dazzling and dazzling battles of the strong were staged, and Jun Mo returned to his own courtyard again.

For the first time, he felt that the sound of the waterfall was a little noisy.

He knew it was because his heart wasn't quiet enough.

It was already dark, and he stood by the window and looked at the night dome on the mountain, as he had done during the journey, and was silent for a long time, then he looked at his empty sleeve and frowned slightly.

In a shocking battle with Liu Bai, he broke his right arm.

The mutilation of the physical body is not a problem, Jun Mo is still able to sweep the world with an iron sword in his left hand - the problem is the mutilation of the soul - the body and the soul have always been two sides of the same coin.

He knew very well that he would probably never reach the end of his spiritual path again in this life.

At the end of the path is the Great Dao.

On the other side of the river is the other side.

It is not above the Five Realms, but a higher and farther, a place that only Uncle Xiao and Master can reach.

It's above the sky.

In terms of kendo in today's world, he is only slightly inferior to Liu Bai, but he is younger and has more potential, so he would have had more hope of going to that place.

Now these hopes have been extinguished.

For cultivators, this is the heaviest blow, more terrible than death, and the desire is crazy, even if it is as strong as Jun Mo, it gradually turns gray and black.

But if someone asks him if this qiē is worth it, he still doesn't bother to answer.

Because you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, because Qingshan sees how charming he is, the water can't rise when it falls, and the mountain can't come back up, regretting this kind of love has never had anything to do with the proud second senior brother.

How is it not worth it to be able to fight with Liu Bai so wholeheartedly?

It's just that...... Some regrets...... If you can't fight with the sky, it's actually very interesting to fight with people. ”

I don't know when, Ning Que walked into the small courtyard, he looked at the back of the second senior brother who was a little lonely, and said: "Although the Guan Master is abolished, the senior brother and the third senior sister are also seriously injured, invisible injuries, there is no way to recover in a short time, whether it is Tang Guo or the academy, you are very much needed now." ”

Jun Mo didn't look back and said, "Don't worry about me." ”

Ning Que said: "There's no way not to worry. ”

Jun Mo turned around, looked at him and smiled and said, "A little regret, I don't want to." ”

It was just a turning distance, but Ning Que suddenly felt that he didn't know the man standing in front of him, as if some very subtle changes had happened to him.

It's not because the second senior brother didn't wear a bun and a crown, or because he showed a rare smile, he is still the proudest person in the world, but he has no aura that makes people stay away.

This change made Ning Que a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to say.

Jun Mo said: "I'm just a little uncomfortable, my left hand can no longer hold my right hand when I lose my hand, and I can't salute anymore, the most important thing is that my posture is quite poor...... Two chapters of 7,000 words completed.,Tomorrow it's still two chapters.,Please vote for recommendation on Monday.,And then report it.,I'm trying to finish this volume in four days.,These two days I'm thinking about the outline of the next volume.,Brain power is a little insufficient.,I looked at the fourth volume again in the year of the curtain.,I found that it was indeed written some**ah.。 ）rq！！！