Standing in the city, east of Longling, west of Longshan, peaks and peaks stacked cockroaches, looking up is already standing in the light mist in the cloud city defense.

Before he could call the door, suddenly, the heavy city gate was pushed open by two city guards. In addition to the dozens of warriors who were holding the fight neatly and waiting for the roadside, there was also a middle-aged man in a young shirt who looked like a scholar standing respectfully in the middle of the road, with a cloth robe and a small silver abacus of more than three inches hanging from his waist.

He stepped forward quickly, bowed down and said politely: "The grass people Zhuge Buqun pay tribute to the Eight Sages King!" said that, bowed deeply, and made a gesture of praise.

Qing Yu was taken aback, and said in amazement: "The person lying in the carriage is not down, how do you judge that it is the Eight Sages King?"

The person who came smiled slightly, his face was a little more refined, and the silver beads on his waist were faintly echoing in the wind and sand whistling in the desert, like singing lonely in the hazy rain.

His expression was still leisurely, and he said unhurriedly: "Because of the young man-you!" he said, his eyes drifted to Qingyi, and he said gently: "If you are not mistaken, you are the widow of Qing Di, the general of Guide who was stationed in Nanjing." ”

"Why do you say that?" Qing Yu asked rhetorically. Since his father died of a violent illness twelve years ago, he has traveled all over the world with the Eight Sages King, and few people in the court have seen him, and few people in the rivers and lakes know him.

"You have six or seven points of resemblance to your father's expression. What's more, a six-foot pear blossom halberd does not leave an inch. Zhuge Buqun explained: "General Guide and the Eight Sages King are small and close friends, after the general unfortunately drove the crane to the west, the Eight Sages King regarded you as his own, connected to the house, and took care of you." So where there is a six-foot pear blossom halberd, there must be eight sages and princes. ”

"Who are you?" the Eight Sages King rolled up the curtains, revealing a blazing gaze, his eyebrows containing a hint of coldness, and looked at the person in front of him.

"Don't hide it from the prince, the grass people were originally a cloth cloth, but they were fortunate enough to enter Prince Rong's mansion to get an errand, and then they were wrongly loved by their masters and became the head of the house. Zhuge Buqun said respectfully.

"It turned out to be someone from Emperor Ye Jia's mansion, no wonder she knows so much about my royal affairs. The corners of the Eight Sages' lips turned slightly pale, revealing a hint of a smile.

This smile seems to be able to make the sunlight suddenly break away from the clouds, and the light shines in at once, gentle and free.

"I heard that when General Guide was alive, he lived in seclusion, rarely appeared, and rarely interacted with people outside the general's palace. Mr. Zhuge is not a person in the circle, but he can easily recognize Qing Yu, presumably Mr. has a broad temperament, a wide range of social interactions, and a good friendship with the general!" Zi Han's expression was slightly surprised, and he asked Canran.

Zhuge Buqun got up in panic and said respectfully: "This son has won the award, my generation is only shallow in learning, secondly, reckless by nature, and thirdly, the family is not high, how can it be compared with General Guide." ”

As he spoke, he groaned slightly, his eyes swept away, and he said: "General Guide was heroic and mighty, and his pear blossom halberd marksmanship was even more unique in the world, and he has been admired for a long time, but unfortunately he has never had the opportunity to meet. Until the third year of entering the palace, thanks to the glory of the master, I was fortunate to pay tribute to the general's dancing halberd on the day of Taizu's forty-fifth birthday.

At this moment, a rapid and bright sound of horses' hooves came from the distance, like a shower, iron hooves flying, and dust covered the sky.

"Woo——。 The horseman stopped his horse, and the black steed, with its front hooves raised and hissing loudly, stopped. An old general wearing heavy armor, with a martial demeanor, holding a pair of gold armor, and a long white beard with five willows under his chin, but in good spirits, jumped off his horse, panted and rushed over with an arrow, and bowed loudly: "Tang Rong, the general of Yanmen Mountain Town, sees the Eight Sages King, and is late to welcome him, please surrender!"

At the moment when the old general stepped forward quickly and was about to kneel on one knee, he was held firmly by Zhao Defang, and replied respectfully, and said softly: "General Tang, please get up quickly, after 28 years, you are still old and strong, don't come unharmed!"

"Where, it is already in the age of antiquity, and the body and bones are naturally not as good as a year, but today I am fortunate to be able to see the Eight Sages King, and I feel extremely energetic and radiant, as if I have returned to the time of twenty-eight years ago!" Tang Rong was overjoyed, and a little warmth actually surged into his eyes, and he said happily.

Qing Yu and Zi Han had already known from the old man that there was a tumbler "Lian Po" in Biansai, and they guessed that it must be this person, and they also stepped forward to salute the old general respectfully.

"What is the Eight Sages King, or the little Fang who always caused you trouble twenty-eight years ago, or the bastard boy who has been taught repeatedly!" Zhao Defang raised his eyes slightly, lowered his head and said respectfully: "You are the elder of this dynasty, my old boss and division commander - I was sent to Yanmen Pass by Emperor Taizu to serve as the captain, and you are already the general of Yunlu who is an official from the third grade." I was young and frivolous at the time, but I didn't worry you less. Your old words and deeds are still vivid in my mind!" After that, the two laughed out loud in tacit understanding,

In the end, Zhao Defang couldn't help coughing interrupting the laughter, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The ups and downs of life are a kind of experience, and the vicissitudes of time are an accumulation." The old general has been in the limelight for more than 50 years, and he has read countless people and things, so he is a rare 'treasure'!"

"Eight Sage Kings, you are sick and your face is not very good, what's wrong?" Tang Rong immediately turned his gaze to Zihan and Qing Yu and asked anxiously.

Zihan and Qingyu hurriedly supported the master, they didn't know where to start, their faces were a little embarrassed, and they were about to explain, but they were preempted by Zhao Defang and said: "It's not in the way, maybe it's because the desert is windy and sandy, and the throat is cold after blowing for a long time, and it is just a cough that is stimulated for a while!"

"I've always heard that you have been repeatedly transferred on the front line of Yanmen Mountain, Damao Mountain, and Baigou, but I didn't expect that after many years, you were finally transferred back to Yanmen Mountain, which is really changeable and has its own days!" he was silent for a moment and changed the topic.

"Yes, the old man has just been transferred back to Sanjin from Jingbei, but unfortunately the former generals have long been scattered...... Although you were young back then, you were really far-sighted, and now the phenomenon of 'soldiers do not know generals, and generals do not know soldiers' has made our army's military strength bend their waists, and the old minister --!" Tang Rong looked a little sentimental, and he was excited for a while, and raised his voice.

At the beginning, I was young and vigorous, and I could only act rashly, and there were many things that were not well thought out. Zhao Defang had a lot of eyes and ears on the spot, and it was a sensitive topic involving the military and political affairs of the imperial court, and he was afraid that if the topic continued to chat, it would breed trouble, so he stopped the topic in time.

Tang Rong choked up a little and said: "When people are old, they are always easy to be nostalgic, the old place, the old environment, and the time is easy to fall off, but the memory will not, it will only become more and more profound, and I can't help but miss some things, a group of people, a period of calm years that will forever sink in the passing clouds." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Defang's heart was invisibly twisted again, and through the shadow of memory, the woman had a slight smile on the corner of her mouth as if it was right in front of her, and her teeth were faint. The memories are very quiet and deep, which makes the nostalgia a little dignified, and those green years that have passed prove that I was also young.

"For so many years, I have longed for and pursued a quiet and peaceful life. Because when I look back, I find that what can make you strong is not persistence but letting go, what can make you indifferent is not gaining but losing, what can make you understand is not smooth sailing, but setbacks and ups and downs, and what can make you happy is not waiting for the past to end, but bravely saying goodbye to it......" Zhao Defang smiled slightly, and said with a calm expression.

"By the way, Lord Wang, I will introduce you to a virtuous man, it was this person who informed the old man that 'the distinguished guest has arrived, and the spring of Yanmen Mountain will bloom with the fragrance of Bianjing flowers', and the old man hurried back from Baishui, ten miles away. Tang Rong hugged his fists.

"The old general is referring to Mr. Zhuge . Zhao Defang turned his head and said.

Mr. Zhuge is knowledgeable, hospitable and enthusiastic, and he was an old friend when he was in Jingbei. Recently, he was ordered by Princess Lin'an to lead the camel team to buy back special products such as beach sheepskin, Helan stone, and eight-treasure tea from Xixia. I was originally happy to leave the deceased to drink tonight, but I am even more happy to reunite with you, Lord Wang, I must not get drunk tonight!" Tang Rong said excitedly.

As he spoke, the group gathered around the Eight Sages King and prepared to enter the city and close the gate.

At this moment, the west wind was blowing strongly, the yellow sand was rolling, covering the sky and the sun, and there was a chaotic world in front of me.

"You don't see the snow on the seaside, and the flat sand is reckless and yellow into the sky. Luntai roared in September at night, and the gravel of a river was as big as a bucket, and the stones were all over the ground with the wind. "In the misty wind and sand, there was a crisp and delicate sound, as pleasant as a camel bell, as strong as a warm wind.

Everyone stopped, originally thinking that it was a lost girl who came with lotus steps. When I looked at it, it was a young man with slightly blinking eyes, slightly raised pink lips, with fairer skin than a girl, a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows like a meteor, and his eyes were as bright as the moon.

The person who came was Jiang Sheng, with the help of his servant Tie Wuya, who slowly walked from a short distance in a wheelchair, the sand behind him seemed to be avoided, and the white sleeves of his luxurious gold clothes and the plain yarn of his underwear were spotless.

"The land outside the fortress, hot and cold, wild and bitter cold, storms and sand abuse, dominate this magnificent and dry world. Jiang Sheng stared at the rapidly rolling sand flow on the ground on the left and right, and sighed slightly.

"Young master, it seems that we are not too late, the city gate has not been closed, you can find an inn to rest, and you don't need to continue to wander in this wild and bitter cold place. Tie Wuya said happily.

"No, we were late, just at the right time. Jiang Sheng looked at the Eight Sages King and his party, not only the veterans holding a pair of gold-outfitted generals, but also the neatly lined guards, as well as the scholars with elegant manners, he turned his head and swept the white carriage with his residual light, and said with a smile: "I don't know if it is thanks to the blessing of that nobleman--- Wuyi, let's go into the city, I'm a little tired, I want to rest early!"

"Hmm", Tie Wuya responded, and pushed Jiang Sheng directly past the carriage, and then casually stepped into the city gate from the mezzanine of the queues, without looking back.

Everyone was unprepared, and they were stunned by this arrogant aura for a while, Tang Rong and Qing Yu originally stopped it, Zhao Defang stretched out his left hand behind his back, shook it a few times, and signaled not to say more or block it.

Zi Han was blunt, he muttered to Qing Yu: "I thought he was going to say 'thank you' or something at the back of the TOEFL, but unexpectedly went straight to the point and entered the city." ”

"Don't you think that when he said 'the blessing of the nobles', the little white face was cramping, and his tone was very insincere?" Qing Yu said with a little anger: "At first glance, it is a gentleman who does not obey the etiquette sect, looking for a draw!"

"Cough--", Zhao Defang stared at the back of a master and a servant who were gradually moving away, forcibly choked and coughed, and said to Tang Rong, Qingyu and Zihan: "They are all passers-by who are in a hurry to pass the customs, who steps into the city gate with the front foot or who steps into the city gate with the back foot, what does it matter?"

Zhuge Buqun gently tapped the silver abacus with his fingers, a smile hung on his face, and he said in a low voice: "In addition to the extraordinary measurement and courage, the prince also cherishes his talents, although the young man just now is arrogant and arrogant, but his temperament is extraordinary, and his skills are even more extraordinary. ”

"Yes, just as far as the dark-skinned man with a leopard's head and eyes beside him is concerned, although his demeanor is fierce, his steps are light and silent, and he is extremely steady, and he must be a person who has deep internal strength and practices martial arts. Zihan said: "That young master's skills are even more unfathomable, just now the wind was raging, the wind was strong enough to uproot the tree, he was cold and oppressive, but he did not show murderous aura, and calmly used his internal force to flexibly place the vortex formed by the wind and sand a foot away from his body, so that his clothes were not stained with dust - I don't know where it came from?"

"The more this is the case, the more we should be careful to take precautions, find out the identity, and find out the details. Tang Rong reminded: "The old man will now send someone to jump on the horse to stop the two of them!"

After that, the old general was ready to mount his horse and lead the people all the way away.

"Wait!" Zhao Defang said unhurriedly: "What this king cares about now is not the level of martial arts or the identity of the two of them, but when he has stood at the city gate for a long time, I don't know when he will be able to drink a mouthful of fragrant white jade apricot blossom Fen wine, and when he will be able to eat the tartary buckwheat that Emperor Taizu praised as "the first buckwheat in the world". There was a lot of dissatisfaction in his tone.

When Tang Rong heard this, he seemed a little panicked, Zhao Defang had always been unintimidating, and immediately took the reins of the horse, secretly blaming himself for not thinking about it, and not fully sympathizing with the fatigue of the Eight Sages King and his party running around all night, and immediately ordered the guards to return to the city and return to the general's mansion.

Zihan and Qing Yu understood that Zhao Defang was deliberately angry and diverted his attention, because he didn't want to mobilize the people to dig deep into the details of the master and servant, and they didn't want to make more trouble, so they didn't say anything more and followed the Eight Sages King to slow down.

"The world eats, all in Sanjin, there are 280 kinds of pasta that are well documented. If you have time, taste it. Knife-cut noodles, slashed noodles, dragon beard noodles, enema, ramen noodles...... It's all superb. On the way home, passing by a time-honored noodle village, Zhao Defang said to Zihan and Qingyu.

"More than 280 kinds of pasta? Zihan exclaimed.

"Absolutely not adulterated!" Zhao Defang's bright smile shone on his slightly pale face, and his firm tone swept away Zihan's puzzled expression.

Life is fragile and may fade away quietly at any time, but memory will not: in the years of being degraded, in the passing years of frivolity and song, he and the girl who once said that they wanted to be together, agreed to taste a certain flavor of pasta every day, and later did not know who liked the "all-encompassing" of the north for whom, and only clearly remembered that the last bowl was loudly called out with the name of "two hundred and eighty".

"Where is she now? Is life good? Will she still have resentment towards herself? Will she also touch the scene at a certain moment and recall the bowl of chaos, a piece of beam cake, a pot sticker, a plate of throwing cakes that she has eaten in the past, ......" Zhao Defang's originally calm state of mind was also a little turbulent, perhaps in the past 28 years, he often thought about it, but rarely thought deeply about these issues, because he was afraid of pain, self-blame, sadness, and responsibility.

"When you're separated, don't disturb each other's lives. This is the simplest excuse. Throughout the sea of people, every life will have a different scenery, but most of the people who once loved each other have been scattered all over the world, and can only be recalled in the voice of strangers.