"There are people on both sides of the valley, about a dozen." Ling Muyun drove the carriage unhurriedly.

"Well, it's a deserter, not a robber."

"Is there a difference? They all did the business of robbing houses and houses. ”

After a few dozen feet of further progress, there were three people in front of him blocking the way.

"Brother, we only rob money and don't hurt lives, so please cooperate." The bearded man at the head does not look vicious, and when he speaks, he does not look like a very vicious person.

"Isn't that the difference? Robbers want money and life, and deserters only need money. ”

Jia Nianxi raised his head and looked ahead with interest.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Ling Muyun slammed the palm thunder and shattered the bluestone in the distance.

"And now?"

"Please!" Dahan motioned and got out of the way.

"If you are a good soldier, how did you start the business of robbing houses?" Jia Nianxi poked his head out of the car and asked.

"Miss, we are Brazilians, soldiers of Great Qin, since the Battle of the Heavenly King of Fushui, Great Qin is in danger, and Yao Changhan killed Fu Jian in Xinping Temple. Therefore, exile is a last resort. ”

The bearded man clenched his fists.

"Go back, if you do too much in this business, you will become a bandit." Ling Muyun took out a jewel from the package and threw it to the big man: "Change it, make it into a coil." ”

"Thank you for your great kindness! Dare to ask the name of the child? Chen Zong looked excited.

"Why do you care about your last name?" Ling Muyun raised his long whip and drove the ox cart forward.

"Brother Ling, why don't you let him go to Shenxian Crossing" Jia Nianxi sat in the car for a long time, and also sat on the wheel, drooping his legs.

"Shenxian crossing, there is no shortage of ordinary soldiers. If he can go back with peace of mind, he will live up to my kindness. Ling Muyun explained.

Jia Nianxi picked up a pot of wine and took two sips; "Brother Ling, let's sing a song."

"Then let's have a Xizhou song."

Jia Nianxi did the one thing he regretted the most in his life.

So much so that in the future, no matter how boring the trip is, I will not mention singing.

Even if Ling Muyun was interested, he would be interrupted by her excuses.

Gaochang City has many Rouran and Eile people, and there are few Han people.

The Kan family was even scattered in the Han area in the east of the city.

If it weren't for Hu Erniang's support, Ling Muyun really wouldn't have the interest to visit Gaochang.

It is only a transition and replenishment of the journey.

After inquiring left and right for a long time, Ling Muyun finally saw Kan Qi.

He is not tall, dressed as a former Jin Dynasty, and is holding a book that has lost its skin, looking at the scattered pages, which should be related to feng shui.

"Dare to ask if it's Kan Qi's uncle's family?" Ling Muyun knocked on the door, interrupting Kan Qi's interest in reading.

"Old man, what's the matter with the son?" Kan Qi turned his head with a puzzled expression.

It was supposed to be a small courtyard, but in order to rush into the system, it was changed to a double courtyard.

"I was entrusted by Hu Erniang to come and see me." After speaking, Ling Muyun handed over the golden step that had been prepared in advance.

Ben was still wondering who Hu Erniang was, but as soon as he saw Jin Buyao, Kan Qiru was struck by lightning and stayed on the spot.

When he came back to his senses, he took Jin Buyan over tremblingly, and his voice trembled slightly: "Erya...... Luckily? ”

"Well, eat well, sleep well, have a wide heart, and ...... No regrets. Ling Muyun combined Hu Erniang's figure and enriched Hu Erniang's words.

"No regrets...... Silly boy. Kan Qi's face flashed with a hint of relief: "Childe, the boat is tired, the right to rest, I will let the cheap cook some homely food, I hope the son will not dislike it." ”

Kan Qi was enthusiastic, and Ling Muyun and the others were not easy to refuse, so they watched Kan Qi carefully put Jin Bu away and talked about Hu Erniang.

Hu Erniang, formerly known as Kan Erya, is a well-known beauty in the Han district of Gaochang.

About 20 years ago, Sima Wei arrived in Gaochang, and there is no way to know what happened, but his heroic face fascinated Hu Erniang.

So, Hu Erniang learned the style of Le and found an opportunity to show her feelings to Sima Wei.

Sima Wei has lived outside the territory for a long time and did not take Hu Erniang's words seriously.

The demeanor of the two Jin Dynasty is an era of advocating beauty.

If a person has a beautiful skin, he will be noticed by interesting souls, so he will get more opportunities to like it.

Pan Yue of the former Jin Dynasty, also known as Pan An, every time he went out, there would be a large number of people suffering from cerebral palsy, sending flowers and fruits.

And Sima Wei, who is in the prime of life, is majestic, and the jade tree is in the wind, and it is not surprising that there are a few people who also have brain problems, and they say a few words of admiration.

Therefore, when Sima Wei said to Hu Erniang with an evil smile: "If you are fatter, I will like you." ”

A joke, Hu Erniang believed it, ran away from home paranoidly, followed the pace of the king of the northwest, and arrived at Tushan.

Unexpectedly, Sima Wei, who looked better than Pan An, became the king of the Northwest who had a hard time walking.

And she has become a plump boss lady with heavy makeup.

Repentance? No regrets.

Just keep it.

"Uncle Kan's book has been going on for some years." Ling Muyun changed the subject, so as not to make Kan Qi too sad.

"It is said that it is a fragment of the "Funeral Sutra", but it has no beginning or end. I'm going to have nothing to do, so I'll take a look. If Childe likes it, you can take it. Kan Qi carefully closed the book and handed it to Ling Muyun.

"The Book of Burials?"

Ling Muyun did not take Kan Qi's book, but went out of the courtyard, took the "Burial Sutra" from the treasure of the ancestors from the ox cart, and handed it to Kan Qi.

"This ......" Kan Qi turned a few pages of the funeral scripture, compared it with the fragment in his hand, and found that it was more detailed, and involved the law of the temple and the law of Jiangxi, and he couldn't put it down for a while.

"Uncle Kan will take it if you like it, I also got it by accident, if you don't mention it today, I have long forgotten that there is this book."

"How's that going to work? A gentleman does not take away people's love, and this thing is too precious. Kan Qi endured the heartache and pushed the book over.

In addition to the family tradition of Yixue, Guo Pu also inherited the mathematical theory of Taoism, and is a very famous magician, who is said to be good at many strange magic.

It is most famous for its "Book in the Green Bag", "Notes on the Water Scripture" and "The Book of Burial".

The two pushed back and forth, Jia Nianxi couldn't see it, snatched the funeral scripture, tore off three pages, and swallowed it in his mouth: "Isn't this just a remnant?" Collect the remnants of the book, save trouble. ”

Kan Qi's flesh hurt, so he quickly wrapped the funeral scriptures in brocade cloth and put them at the bottom of the box.

After another period of holding, finally, he waved his hand at the door and watched Ling Muyun and the others leave.

"Tear off a few pages, it's a pity!" In Ling Muyun's tone, there was no meaning of blame.

"Kan's has this remnant, it is already considered to be a creation, the whole funeral scripture, even Guo Pu can't withstand the heavenly machine, let alone Kan's?"

What Jia Nianxi said was not like what an eight-year-old child could say.

"In any case, it can be regarded as living up to Hu Erniang's entrustment, we will make up some materials, and we will no longer delay time in Gaochang, how about it?"

Ling Muyun did not discuss the "Funeral Sutra" with Jia Nianxi.

"What's next?"

"Dunhuang, don't stop halfway, save time."

"That's a long way to go."

The road is far and the words are short.