"Indeed, this is your father's handwriting. ”

In the Pinghai Town School, Su Qiuhe pinched the crumpled envelope in his hand and nodded and said.

When Ling Jiang heard this, his heart trembled slightly, and then he asked, "But Mr. Su, why didn't my father leave a document in the letter?"

Su Qiuhe returned the envelope in his hand to Ling Jiang and said with a smile: "Back then, when I went to Chang'an to study, I met a master who pointed to a green mountain in front of me and asked me, what did I see from this mountain?"

Ling Jiang's eyebrows were a little surprised, and he asked suspiciously, "How did Mr. answer?"

Su Qiuhe smiled helplessly: "At that time, I was just a fledgling, and after thinking about it for a while, I told the master the answer, which was naturally not the answer that the master wanted in his heart." The master then told me that a mountain is a mountain, and a mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain is still a mountain after all. It's such a simple sentence, which made me ponder for more than ten years, and in the end I didn't dare to say that I thought it through. ”

Ling Jiang asked: "Sir, I want to say that this family letter is like the master's so-called mountain, and the difference is only in how people look at it?"

Su Qiuhe didn't nod or shake his head, but was silent, projecting a calm and kind gaze on the young man's face. The hall suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of the breeze blowing the water could be faintly heard.

After a long while, Su Qiuhe said loudly: "What the answer is, it's up to you to think about it." If one day you figure it out, maybe the doubts in your heart will be completely dissipated. ”

"The answer ......" Ling Jiang looked down at the envelope in his hand, holding back the urge to crumple it again, he shook his lips, his heart sinking as if he had made some decision. Ling Jiang then raised his head and stared at Su Qiuhe, "Mr. Su, I want to go to Chang'an." ”

"When are you going?" Su Qiuhe's expression was very flat, as if he had already guessed that the young man would make this decision.

"After fifteen. "It's only the first day of the Lunar New Year, and if you want to leave your hometown and go to Chang'an, you have to be prepared.

Su Qiuhe nodded, he then turned around and returned to the lectern, picked up a letter that had already been written, returned to Ling Jiang, and said softly under the young man's eyes full of doubts and surprises: "When you arrive in Chang'an, can you help me send this letter to Guozijian and hand it over to Xu Xijiu?"

Ling Jiang cautiously took the letter in Su Qiuhe's hand and nodded, "Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely bring your letter." ”

"Hmm. Su Qiuhe nodded and replied, "It's not easy to go to Chang'an here, be more careful on the road." ”

Ling Jiang said goodbye to Mr. Su and walked home, arranging plans to go to Chang'an in his heart. After all, he had only been to nearby Tonghai City once to take the exam, and that memory was still very vague now, and how to go after arriving in Tonghai City still had to be explored carefully.

Not only that, but when you go out, you have to bring enough coils. Now that he has crossed the first mountain of martial arts, ordinary villains don't have to be afraid, but if he encounters a large number of bandits, it is still quite tricky, and it is best to be able to travel with some caravans......

After returning to the thatched house, Ling Jiang talked to Ya'er about it.

"What, Childe, are you really going to Chang'an?" asked Ya'er.

Ling Jiang nodded, this was not his temporary idea, but he had been planning for a long time, but there was still an opportunity missing, maybe the arrival of this letter from home was a natural opportunity.

"But Childe, where do you live when you go to Chang'an?" asked Ya'er with some concern.

"Where do you stay...... That's a real problem. Ling Jiang said helplessly. I have twenty taels of silver on hand, and it is not a problem to go to Chang'an, but it seems a little difficult to live in Chang'an for a long time, with only twenty taels.

After all, every inch of land in Chang'an City is expensive......

Ling Jiang thought for a while and said, "I didn't go to Chang'an to stay there, just to figure out some things, don't worry, I'll be back soon." ”

Ya'er listened to Ling Jiang's words, and she was still very reluctant in her heart. Although it is said to be very fast, how can there be half a year for this time, right?

"Ya'er will go with you!" Ya'er plucked up her courage and asked, "You can still take care of Gongzi on the road, besides, Ya'er is Gongzi's maid, how can there be a saying that you don't take a maid when you go out?"

"This ......" Ling Jiang was a little stunned for a while, after all, what Ya'er said was not bad, but he could take someone to Chang'an together, Ling Jiang really didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Ya'er continued: "Besides, son, how can you know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt are expensive?

I have to admit that Ling Jiang really didn't think about these things that Ya'er said. Even if he is a scholar, he still can't resist Ya'er's defense, after all, these things are not mentioned in the book.

So, the matter was settled. There are still ten days before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and Yaer also began to pack her bags for her trip to Chang'an, preparing enough dry food and clothes.

Although it is spring when you go out, it is still quite cold when it comes to the cold of spring. Winter clothes must be prepared, and you must not bring too much, so as not to delay the journey. The things inside and outside here, if there was no Ya'er to help, Ling Jiang really couldn't do it alone.

At this time, Ling Jiang couldn't help but envy in his heart, if he could be like Miss Xi Yao, it would be great if he could fly with the sword. Even if you can't fly, how can you say that you are like those rangers, you only need to carry a sword when you go out, and you still need a sword when you are indecided, why do you need to be so verbose?

Time flies, and in a flash, it is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

On this day, Ya'er did not snooze, but got up early in the morning, made two bowls of rice balls before dawn, and after Ling Jiang got up, two bowls of rice balls that were as smooth as white jade were served on the table.

After the two of them finished eating the rice balls, they could be regarded as having given the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Ya'er went to wash the dishes, and Ling Jiang began to pack the last of her bags.

In addition to Mr. Su's letter, the sword that Uncle Nine entrusted him to bring to Chang'an also had to be brought. Ling Jiang also learned from Uncle Jiu, wearing a shirt and carrying a sword, and then putting on a coat, and finally carrying a burden, the outline of the sword was not so obvious.

The wind was blowing fiercely that day, and Ya'er closed the doors and windows, and after making sure that nothing had been dropped, she took the key and locked the door.

"Gone. Ling Jiang stood outside the door and said softly to the cold wind, not just to anyone.

"Ling Jiang!" At this moment, a rhubarb's voice came from the courtyard on the side, "Go to Chang'an, don't be bullied!"

Ling Jiang turned around and waved his hand at the rhubarb standing in the courtyard, without any sad parting words. Under the howling cold wind, the figures of a man and a woman walked away along the country road.

Walking on the road, he remembered the letter inserted in the crack of the door of Uncle Nine's house. Two days ago, when he went to say goodbye to Dabai, there was no one at Uncle Jiu's house, and after asking around, he found out that Dabai went to sea on a fishing boat, and it was not clear what he was doing, but it was impossible to come back in a short time.

The green mountains are already close in front of you, even if it is winter, the green hills of Pinghai Town are still swarthy, unlike the northland scene written in the book, the mountains are bare, and only the snow is left in the world.

Ling Jiang had never seen snow, and by the time the snow had already melted in Chang'an, he didn't know if he could wait until the end of the year when the snow was falling and Chang'an was dyed with frost again.

"There are mountains outside the mountains, there are people outside the people, and the green mountains are still green mountains......

"Hmm, Childe, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing ......"

"Childe is lying, I heard it all. ”

"I didn't really say anything. ”

"I don't believe it. I heard those girls in the town say, ten scholars go to Chang'an, nine become bad guys, son, you can't become bad guys. ”

"How is that possible......"

The figures of the two disappeared into the green mountains and dense forests, and the tall trees creaked in the wind.

......

The moment Ye Xiangzhi stepped into the territory of the Great Zhou, he suddenly felt a lot warmer, although the leaves of the tall pine forest were still covered with this white snow, but there was no piercing cold wind blade in the ice.

This is the frontier of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but you can't see a single armorer with a spear in your hand, and you don't even have a city pass, because it's meaningless.

There will never be a foreign enemy to invade the Great Zhou from Bingling, which is the experience summed up by successive dynasties for thousands of years. Bingling has been a forbidden place for the living since ancient times, and no one can survive there for a month, except for immortals.

And Ye Xiangzhi can be said to be an immortal in the world. Holding a sword, there is no baggage, and there is only one sword on the whole body except for this plush coat.

A sword can cut mountains and rivers, and a sword can determine the world.

This should seem like a very chic thing, but Ye Xiangzhi didn't look too happy.

She frowned slightly, looking at the unfamiliar way in front of her, and her face was sad. I could only hear her whispering: "Ling Jiang, if I saw you, should I kill you?" or spare your life?"

The master told her that the name of her father's killer was Ling Hailong, but he had died ten years earlier, leaving only one son named Ling Jiang.

Unfortunately, Ling Jiang lives in Pinghai Town, and Su Qiuhe also lives in Pinghai Town. If she wanted to kill Ling Jiang to avenge her father, Su Qiuhe would definitely not allow it, and then things would become very troublesome.

And she hates trouble, for thirteen years of cultivation, she only has the way of the sword in her heart, and there is no trouble.

Just because all the troubles were cut away by her sword.

"Maybe he shouldn't be responsible for this crime, but he shouldn't live so smoothly in the world. Ye Xiangzhi whispered to himself, "Or maybe, I can go home and have a look first." ”

Her home in Chang'an used to be, but now it is long gone.

"Whew......"

A piercing howl interrupted Ye Xiangzhi's contemplation, and she slowly raised her head, a snow wolf stared at her quietly with wide eyes. There was no snow in the woods, but the snow wolf's fur was covered in snowflakes, apparently following from the ice when he smelled her.

The snow wolf did not look like a fierce man, it seemed to look very docile, standing motionless.

Ye Xiangzhi glanced at it and didn't stop, as if this snow wolf didn't exist.

"Whew!"

Seeing Ye Xiangzhi blatantly walking over, the snow wolf howled on the spot, his legs began to exert force, and he rushed towards her.

Ye Xiangzhi held the scabbard tightly in his right hand, and slowly moved forward with his left hand.

The distance between the two was only two feet, and the snow wolf had already opened its mouth, and its sharp teeth seemed to glow with cold light.

Sou!

The snow wolf that was running quickly bit down on Ye Xiangzhi, it should have been a scene of blood splashing, but it only bit a cold wind.

The two passed by so skillfully, and when the snow wolf looked back in confusion, Ye Xiangzhi was moving forward with his back to him.

There was a hint of murder in the snow wolf's eyes, this was obviously a good opportunity for a sneak attack. But it only lifted its front foot, paused in the air for a moment, and then slowly retracted.

On the path covered with fallen leaves, a pale yellow rune paper was left behind, which blocked the snow wolf's steps......

Ye Xiangzhi looked into the distance, the green mountains were in full view, the mountains were cyan, and only the top of the mountain was covered with a layer of white veil. She watched with fascination, and unconsciously quickened her pace.

She suddenly remembered what her master had said: "I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to be like this when he sees me." ”