There are many barren small towns around Chunji Town, which are also located in remote corners, and most of them are not even as good as Chunji Town, and the only one that can be called rich enough to be compared with Chunji Town is the Nanfeng Pavilion thousands of miles away.

And coincidentally, there are also three Tang people in the Nanfeng Pavilion.

Compared with the six gentlemen in Chunji Town, the three Tang people living in Nanfeng Pavilion are older, about eighty or ninety years old, enough to be called old men.

It's just that his body looks quite tough, and because of the proximity of the cultivators, he looks like he's only fifty or sixty years old.

"How many years has Master Zhang lived in Nanfeng Pavilion?"

Zhou Luo stood on a cliff, there was not a single flower or plant around, and even the few remaining trees were only dead branches, which was originally a piece of loess, but it was covered by heavy snow all year round, and it was impossible to see the desperate drying, but it left the same frightening coldness.

There is a small pavilion on the cliff, and a string of wind chimes hangs in the center of the pavilion, which is said to have been built thousands of years ago when the corner was still a piece of loess, and the local people asked the priests to build a small pavilion in order to pray for rain.

Then let the people write the most sincere instructions on the heavenly paper, and then the sincere recitation of the divine envoys into the string of wind chimes, every time the wind blows into the pavilion and the wind chimes shake, the pleasant sound will penetrate into the ears of the gods in the sky.

Thus rain and dew will fall.

The south wind blows here all the year round, so this small pavilion is called the South Wind Pavilion over time, and even the small town at the foot of the mountain cliff is also called the South Wind Pavilion.

"I can't remember, it's been sixty or seventy years. ”

The old man sitting at the head of the pavilion closed his eyes and recalled, and then sighed, as if he was lamenting that he was getting older, and his memory was also poor.

Zhou Luo walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the small city under the city that was not densely populated, but the street pattern was very pleasing to the eye, his eyes were quite respectful, and he said softly: "In sixty or seventy years, the Nanfeng Pavilion with scarce resources can be turned into a rare rich town within a radius of 100,000 miles, and it can radiate the surrounding towns. ”

Master Zhang shook his head and said with a smile: "I treat people as a countryman, and people treat me as a countryman, what Nanfeng Pavilion can not do without today is their own efforts and progress, and what the old man can do is limited after all." ”

Zhou Luo nodded and said: "Yes, whether manpower is poor, whether what we can do in our poor lives is worth it, and how much we can do is unknown, so we have to do more things for the people behind us when we are still alive and still have some ability." ”

"How did Guo Tongji do it?"

After being silent for a while, Master Zhang suddenly asked.

"He walked peacefully. ”

Zhou Luo thought for a long time, wanting to say something good, but in the end, he only said this sentence when the words came to his mouth.

"That's good, it's best to be born without pain, and to die without pain. ”

Lord Zhang looked at the wind and snow on the cliff, his slightly cloudy eyes were full of reminiscence, and after being silent for a while, he said: "When the old man learned that Tongji was ordered to go to Chunji Town, he specially entrusted him to bring me two walnuts in Chang'an, but this kid thought I was going to fight for a tooth sacrifice, so he specially picked two fist-sized walnuts and fried them in advance and added sugar. ”

He took out two fist-sized walnuts and put them on the table, and said with some nostalgia: "The old man has been doing it for decades, and he has not yet completed the whole work, this big walnut is really difficult to plate." ”

When people are old, they love nostalgia, and they always like to think about the old things, and there is a strong nostalgia in those cloudy eyes, he is holding walnuts and talking about walnuts, but he is not talking about walnuts.

Zhou Luo retracted his gaze at the foot of the cliff, raised his hand and patted Laiyun's shoulder, and said, "If Li Xiu hadn't killed Zhai Yikuan, maybe this Nanfeng Pavilion would still be the Nanfeng Pavilion, and Chunji Town would still be Chunji Town." ”

Hearing this, the nostalgia in Lord Zhang's eyes not only did not fade, but became more intense, and a smile appeared on his face, and the smile was full of doting: "Although the old man has never returned to the Tang Kingdom in Nanfeng Pavilion for decades, he also knows a lot about many things in the Tang Dynasty. ”

"King Wu should also know that Li Xiu is Li Laizhi's son. ”

Zhou Luo nodded, his gaze did not fluctuate, the people of the Tang Kingdom admired Li Laizhi, but the people of Huangzhou did not have much fluctuation.

Master Zhang sighed: "Datang already owes Li Shuai a life, how can he make his son uncomfortable?

Zhou Luo turned his head to look at him, his face was still so serious and serious: "Zhai Yikuan is the most outstanding holy son in the three realms of my Holy Sect, he has no grievances with Li Xiu, but he died at his hands, what does the Lord say?"

Listening to this somewhat cold voice, the folds on Master Zhang's old face seemed to be deeper: "Zhai Yikuan and Li Xiu have no enmity, you and Guo Tongji are also innocent, but you killed Guo Tongji, in fact, everyone is the same person, in the end, it is just life and death, there is no need to argue about some high-sounding right and wrong." ”

"Actually, King Wu should know that if it weren't for the cooperation between your Holy Sect and Yin Cao and the desolate people, and used the Xie clan to force Cong Xiaoxiao to assassinate Li Xiu, this Liang Zi would not have been able to get married, and Li Xiu and Cong Xiaoxiao would have come together without any waves. ”

"The Holy Sect will get the friendship of the Tang Dynasty, the old man can't figure it out, why do you think that the Tang Kingdom is inferior to Wanxiang City? Is it because the whip is beyond the reach of the enemy?"

A touch of pride appeared on Lord Zhang's old face, and he said: "Whether it is the snow country or the desolate people, they are just a whetstone on the glorious road of my Tang Dynasty, they couldn't break the border of my Tang Kingdom a hundred years ago, and they still can't break it now, and after a hundred years, my Datang will wave the army straight in, and then you will still think that my Datang whip is beyond the reach of me?"

Zhou Luo looked at him and said, "No one can say what will happen in the future, the people of the Snow Country are born with thousands of innate bodies, where is it so easy to kill them all?"

"Even if Snow Country is really destroyed, it will be a matter of the future, and you will still die for now. ”

Lord Zhang glanced at the left and right, and the other two were always looking sideways at the wind and snow outside the cliff and the bustling town, with nostalgia in their eyes, Tang Guo is very good, but this Nanfeng Pavilion is also a place where he has lived all his life after all, and he can't see Chang'an before he dies, so he always has to take a look in front of him.

It's still snowing.

There was no vegetation on the snow-covered ground, except for the wind on the cliff that suddenly became much stronger, bending a branch and breaking and falling to the ground.

Then the howling wind and snow sounded the crisp sound of tree branches being trampled on.

Master Zhang raised his head and looked at the cliff down the mountain road.

Zhou Luo also turned around.

At the bottom of the mountain, a young man in a blue shirt came up against the wind and snow, and the branch broke at his feet.