Qiling Station, the heavy snow is long, the eyes are vast and white, the heavy snow here has a special interest, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, as clear as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke, as soft as catkins, and they are fluttering down from the cloudy sky. The trees and tents were covered in silver, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, covering the whole land tightly.

The corpses outside the city have been covered with heavy snow, and occasionally a little bit of red will be soaked, and it is basically impossible to see that there has been a fierce war before, maybe someone will come to collect the corpses, or it may be forgotten, but more is likely to be covered up by the next more tragic war, adding more bones.

On the ruined city wall, there was an old man with a knife in the wind, and he had been standing here for a whole day, witnessing the first beacon fire from the morning, until now it was getting late, and the twilight had come, and he was here.

Dressed in a green shirt but still as usual, there were no snowflakes at all, and they were never soaked in snow, and the fluttering snowflakes would automatically disperse when they fell within a radius of three feet around him, as if they were blocked by a layer of invisible and colorless walls.

Because he is a great cultivator, his true qi is invisible, and it automatically evolves to protect him, not to mention snowflakes, that is, standing in the rain of arrows, as long as his true qi is not finished, he can't get close, this ability, in the eyes of ordinary people, is no different from an immortal.

The old man who was thin and dressed plainly, his body was still rickety, but all day today, he stood proudly in the snow, giving Qilingyi all the county soldiers who stood in the cold wind and did not know the life and death of the road ahead An invisible support, a great cultivator, a legendary innate martial artist, did not kill a person, only stood in the snow for one day, and became the spiritual pillar of thousands of people.

His name is Ning Qing, an old man.

As soon as Gu Qingci went up to the city wall, he saw the rickety but arrogant back at first sight, lonely and gloomy, but it made people feel very secure, he walked over slowly, raised his hands slightly, clasped his fists and saluted, bent down very respectfully, and said, "Ning Lao, thank you!"

Gu Qingci knew better than anyone else that an innate martial artist, a great cultivator who was willing to stand alone in the snow, holding a sword and shouting and cheering, would be of great help to the military spirit, it could be said that as long as Ning Qing stood here, no one would take a step back.

Ning Qing held Pu Dao's hand and slowly sent it away, the pair of dry palms did not have much blood because of his age, it looked like there was only a layer of skin, when his hand was sent away, the Pu Dao was still standing on the ground, already frozen.

"Master Gu, the old man deserves your thanks, the person who should say thank you is me, you are a real hero in the angry horse battlefield today, the old man admires!"

Ning Qing's words were convincing, his tone was sincere, and he bowed slightly, so frightened that Gu Qingci hurriedly supported him, "Elder Ning, you don't have to be like this, the younger generation can't afford it!"

Although there was a great contradiction between Gu Qingci and Ning Qing before, but after today, the estrangement between the two has dissipated a lot, not to mention that now they are facing the enemy together, although it is impossible to laugh at the enmity, but no matter how much grievances there are, they can't compare to the tension of the war.

Gu Qingci did not accept Ning Qing's worship, not because of Ning Qing's status as a great cultivator, but simply out of respect for an old man, or an old man who was dedicated to the people, and he deserved respect for this spirit.

Gu Qingci and Ning Qing stood on the city wall together, looking north.

At this moment, a white figure appeared beside Gu Qingci, with countless snowflakes, and appeared very suddenly, it was Qin Keqing, she was still as plain as a snow lotus, and said softly: "You have two subordinates looking for you, it seems to be very urgent, say yes, the Northern Desert army is coming!"

Gu Qingci frowned and looked at Ning Qing, but Ning Qing held the handle of the knife for the first time, and pulled it out of the ground with a "brush", breaking through a pile of ice and shattering the ground.

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In Changling County, the heavy snow is still lingering, which makes people have infinite reverie, but walking in the misty snow fog makes people unbearable to the snowy road, and sitting in the inn to see the snow on the bluestone slab falling like silk in the gray twilight, it often makes the unwarranted sorrow fill the heart, it seems that the snow is not only wet, but also wet.

Therefore, there is a little more melancholy when it snows!

In the distance, there seems to be the outline of a mountain. Everything in the old city, as it drifted away, slowly expanded, and finally converged—weathered—and gradually disappeared, stopping in the form of floating dust, and then, little by little, precipitation—the dust settled, and occasionally some snowflakes fell in and quickly melted on the body.

The Confucian shirt was thin, although there was a pot of wine in front of him and a pot of charcoal fire, Ma Zhibai still felt a little chilly, tightened his clothes, put down the book in his hand, and slowly stood up, while the middle-aged man with a big knife behind him followed, and the two were only five feet apart.

Ma Zhibai walked to the window, looked at the heavy snow, the sky was dark, and it was about to fall into the night, he couldn't help sighing, thinking of what happened today, he couldn't help but sigh, and said softly: "If my people who are officials in Daxia are only for their own selfish desires, and don't listen to the people, wouldn't it be ...... Alas......"

Although Ma Zhibai is full of poetry and books, he is full of economy and integrity, but after all, he is a child of the official family, and he is also a county parent official, some words are held in his heart and cannot be said, and he is very vigilant, although he sighs a lot, but it is just right.

"Childe, if you want to come here, that Gu Qingci must not be a good person, that's why Lord Zhang Zhihuan will let you come here. The middle-aged man with the knife on his back looked at Ma Zhibai's back and spoke for a long time.

Ma Zhibai shook his head, as soon as he entered Changling County today, he went straight to the county office, but he was closed, and no one was seen in the huge county office, he sent someone to look for it for a long time, but there was no one.

In desperation, he left the county government and searched around the city, what made him even more chilling was that every household in the entire county was closed to the door, even if he saw a few people, they were basically people from the rivers and lakes, which showed that the public security in Changling County must be extremely poor, so that the people did not want to go out, and the good county town was lifeless.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ma Zhibai decided to find an inn to live in first, and sent his scholar to follow the two six-door arrests to go out quickly to find the mansion of the county lord of Changling County, and prepare to visit tomorrow. The excellent education made him hold back his anger, but he had already decided that he would definitely go to Changling County Zun tomorrow to have a good theory and theory, the sage book, but it was not like this!

After coming to the inn, Ma Zhibai also asked the shopkeeper, however, after hearing Gu Qingci's words, the shopkeeper was shocked, with tears in his eyes, looking at the north from afar, sighing long, and did not speak.

The reaction of the shopkeeper made Ma Zhibai even more sure of his guess, this Gu Qingci must be in the fish and meat township, harming the people, otherwise, how could this shopkeeper react like this, he didn't want to say a word, and his face was sad, there must be a sad past, which is related to this county honor.