The next morning the old man went straight back to the valley, and he would not return until noon on weekdays.

After he returned to the valley, he pulled Shang Zhengyu to his side without saying a word, and said, "Are you going back to the Central Plains?"

"Yes. ”

Shang Zhengyu knew that the old man was not as stupid and crazy as before, and he didn't say a word about the previous incident when the captives went south to invade Yunzhou and he went north to the Snow Cloud Country to ask for help. Shang Zhengyu had already seen that the old man should be from the Central Plains, at least there were no obvious traces of people from the Northern Regions on him, so Shang Zhengyu proposed that the old man could return to the Central Plains with them, in fact, there was also a desire to help the old man find his identity.

Unexpectedly, the old man recovered most of it by himself.

"I didn't expect the situation in Yunzhou to be so urgent now, so I have delayed you in the past two months?"

The old man seemed to be joking, but Shang Zhengyu didn't dare to offend the old man because of this. He hurriedly shook his head and smiled: "This is all a fate, there is no disobedience, the predecessors have recovered now, I don't know if they can return to the Central Plains with us?" If the seniors need us, we can also mobilize all the strength of my Wind and Rain Pavilion to find relatives for the seniors, the seniors can rest assured, the intelligence of my Wind and Rain Pavilion is unparalleled in the world, and it will definitely be able to help the seniors." ”

"Unparalleled in the world? Not necessarily!"

The old man smiled. Although he had begun to pay attention to his clothes as he regained his senses, the traces left by years of rough life on his body could not be erased in a moment.

"Hehe, although the old man has been away from the Central Plains for many years, there is only one person who can achieve the ultimate in intelligence in the eyes of the old man, and that is the Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion in Zhuozhou, could it be that the Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion has been destroyed after so many years? Fan Yang'a is also dead?"

Speaking of which, a wisp of cold color unconsciously flashed in the old man's eyes, Shang Zhengyu saw it in his eyes, and suddenly made up his mind in his heart, and said tentatively: "Senior, do you have something to do with Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion?"

"What has to do with it, there is a grudge!"

The old man glared angrily, and his voice suddenly exploded, and it was like a thunderclap exploded in the canyon, so that Wan Yanjing, who had been in a state of flux, was immediately awakened.

"Forget it, don't mention it. ”

The old man didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he was a little excited, and he didn't want to talk to Shang Zhengyu anymore, but Shang Zhengyu took the initiative to post it with a hippie smile, and said with a smile: "Senior, we are really fateful, and this Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion is also the enemy of my Wind and Rain Pavilion!"

"Huh?" the old man suddenly became interested.

Shang Zhengyu didn't hide it from him, he originally joined the Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, and then told his brothers about the rebellion and re-establishment of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and even emphasized the efforts made by the Wind and Rain Pavilion in the battle against the captives

, and finally said: "Senior, as long as you return to the Central Plains and inquire casually, you can understand whether what Shang Zhengyu said is true or false." If you really want to go back to the Central Plains and live again, Shang Zhengyu can provide you with the necessary help on behalf of the Wind and Rain Pavilion

。 ”

To be honest, the old man still trusts Shang Zhengyu a lot, because the old man who has entered Shang Zhengyu's true qi in his body has tasted it carefully, whether it is the Heavenly Lan Sutra or the general's order, without extraordinary courage and righteousness in his life, he feels that it is impossible to cultivate the two to such a realm, let alone combine them into one to condense the true qi, this is the first time he has seen it even in the old man's impression.

So it's not so much that the old man believes what Shang Zhengyu said, but that he believes in Shang Zhengyu as a person.

And the important thing is that although Shang Zhengyu's intention to solicit is very obvious, he does not go beyond the words, which makes the old man sound very comfortable.

The old man is not an arrogant and unreasonable person, he has a grudge against Fan Yang'a as early as decades ago, at that time, Shang Zhengyu and they were not born at all, and the old man naturally would not be angry with Shang Zhengyu and them. He seemed to be moved by Shang Zhengyu's proposal, and after thinking about it, he said seriously: "You said that the Seven Sons of Wind and Rain are now retired from the Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, so have you also withdrawn from the intelligence system you originally mastered?"

"That's nature. Shang Zhengyu's mind was clear, and he hurriedly became a hot railway: "The eldest sister of my seventh son of Fengyu is the first strange woman in the rivers and lakes today, and the sixth brother Qin Feng is the chief in charge of intelligence in Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion at the beginning, and they have already brought the intelligence network they have secretly established in the rivers and lakes over the years to Your Excellency Fengyu, so the younger generation dares to say that now my Fengyu Pavilion in the Central Plains is the only one in the world in terms of intelligence." ”

Although the old man did not speak, Shang Zhengyu could see from the flicker in the depths of his eyes that the old man had actually made a move, and this kind of thing was not in a hurry after all, Shang Zhengyu no longer spoke, but immediately changed the topic and talked to the old man about other things, and pulled the old man to sit down by the fire as he spoke.

Nalan Shu and Wan Yanjing had already made breakfast, and they put the food in front of the old man with respectful expressions.

Looking at Nalan Shu and Wan Yanjing, the old man seemed to remember something sad again, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but how could everyone let the old man be left out in the cold, and soon the atmosphere would be enlivened by other things.

The old man suddenly looked up at Shang Zhengyu halfway through eating: "I can join your Wind and Rain Pavilion, but the Wind and Rain Pavilion is not allowed to interfere in what the old man will do in the future, and you must mobilize all your forces to help the old man find someone, this is the old man's condition." ”

"No problem! Wrap it up on me!" Shang Zhengyu patted his chest and agreed, he was extremely confident in the intelligence networks that the eldest sister and Qin Feng had cultivated over the years.

Just when everyone was overjoyed by the old man's words, Wulanshu suddenly patted his head and exclaimed, "Mom, I almost forgot!"

He then looked at Shang Zhengyu and said excitedly: "Master, do you remember the day I went to shoot a wild boar! I ran with the wild boar for a long time, and found that this dark river can actually pass through the valley, I originally wanted to tell you when I came back, but you said that you wanted to take me as an apprentice, and I forgot it as soon as I was excited, this will just remember, don't scold me......

Shang Zhengyu is angry and funny, this is really another village, although there are old people accompanying everyone, there is no need to be afraid of the wolves in the Marand hills, but they are a big trouble after all. Now that there is another way to go, Shang Zhengyu naturally will not choose to return the same way

Return.

"I've crossed that river too. Although the old man had been confused before, he still composed those fragmented pictures into a complete memory in his mind after trying to recall them: "I also explored that area at the beginning, this dark river is all the way south through this hill to the plain behind, I was confused and didn't know how to run to this place where the bird doesn't, it's really sad." ”

The old man scratched his hair and sighed, looking at everyone and laughing.

Shang Zhengyu turned around and smiled at everyone: "Then we will prepare, and we will set off from here in three days!"

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The northeast of Yunzhou, on the bank of the Mingchun River.

"Grandpa Wulashan, how good you look at Yunzhou, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but it is much better than the bitter cold land in our northern regions. ”

A young man in a half-length leather jacket with half of his upper body exposed, laughing on his horse, with a scimitar pinned to his waist and a simple hunting bow behind him, wielding a leather whip in his hand to drive away the sheep around him. The sheep bleated, and one by one they ran up to the shallows of the river and began to drink.

In addition to the sheep on the shallows, there was an old horse, and on the back of the horse sat an old man. He was thin and dark, the wrinkles on his face were almost clumped, and his mouth kept clicking on the mouthpiece of dry cigarettes, and the slightly pungent smoke rings he spat out disappeared with the wind.

This is a lonely old man.

Wu Ershan took a deep breath of dry smoke, and as soon as he spit out the smoke ring, a gust of north wind blew in his face, and the smoke slapped directly into his sky, causing him to cough several times before he recovered his strength.

"Ahem, cough, what do children know, where is the Northern Regions here. Wu Ershan coughed for a while, and looked at the north wind with some dismay: "In previous years, at this time, the northern region should have been full of flowers, the red, yellow, pink, and blue, and I couldn't see how beautiful it was." It's like here, you always have to be blocked by the mountains in the distance, and it always makes people feel panicked. ”

In fact, this is the general impression of the people of the Northern Regions who have been in Yunzhou for more than half a year.

After all, only part of Yunzhou is plain, mostly hills, although the water and grass style is not as vast as the northern region after all. Looking at the unfamiliar land in front of him, the old man's homesickness suddenly poured out, but if Tian Khan wanted to come here, his family and his herdsmen could only follow.

Although the grasslands here are scarce for grazing, at least their lives should be better off now than those old brothers who insist on staying in the northern regions.

"Grandpa Wuershan, what do you think it is?"

Following the shouts of the young man, Wu Ershan raised his eyes and saw several figures standing on the river in the distance, standing on three rafts, rowing all the way down the Mingchun River.