Li Xian left, taking with him the team of monks that Li Ye had given him.

Li Ye did not have many people for Li Xian, Chu Nanhuai, Su Emei, Wei Xiaozhuang, Li Wenwen, Liu Xiaohei, plus Zhang Changan and Chu Zheng.

In terms of combat power, Chu Nanhuai's master and apprentice are already the top combat power under Li Ye, and they are only weak to King Qi. Zhang Changan and Chu Zheng, going to Yangguan is purely an experience, if they are alive, they will have the possibility of being used in the future.

"Unexpectedly, King Lao An is still alive. ”

After Li Ye said goodbye to Li Xian alone, Shengji came to his side, and said with emotion while there was no one around.

After speaking, without waiting for Li Ye to answer, she continued: "Chu Nanhuai and others, although their strength is extraordinary, but their two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands, two and a half children, that is, the strength of ordinary real people, when it comes to fierce battles, the aura can't withstand consumption, and you can really rest assured if you throw them to Shazhou?"

Li Ye looked at the sky and said, "Don't worry." ”

"What did you leave behind?" asked Li Maozhen strangely. Li Xian, Chu Nanhuai and others are of great significance to Li Ye, and Li Maozhen does not believe that Li Ye will let him live and die.

Li Ye turned his head to look at Li Maozhen and said with a smile: "You are my backhand." ”

Li Maozhen was slightly stunned, first her pretty face was slightly red, and then she took a sip of it, and then she understood what Li Ye meant.

She patted Li Ye on the shoulder, looking like I am the eldest sister and I am very strong, and said seriously: "If it really comes to that point, you just have to rest assured." ”

Li Ye nodded.

The agreement was reached.

If the situation of the Guiyi Army is really critical, Li Ye will go there in person. The burden of commanding and dispatching the frontal battle situation naturally fell on Li Maozhen's shoulders. She is not a thug, but a qualified commander. handed over the frontal battlefield to her, Li Ye didn't have anything to worry about.

Walk one or twenty miles to the east from Yangguan, there is a county, called Shouchang, although the city is not big, the residents are only tens of thousands of households, but it is the only two county towns in Shazhou, second only to Dunhuang County in Shazhou Prefecture.

In the dry loess city, the architectural style is simple, the adobe houses are one after another, the residents are dressed plainly, most of them are sackcloth shirts, and they wear an extra sheepskin jacket in winter.

Today is a good weather, the sun is shining, it is rare that there is no wind and sand, there are many people who come out to move, there are more people basking in the sun in the yard, and there are guests coming and going in all kinds of simple and narrow shops.

Nangong No. 1, who was walking on the street, was still wearing a white crescent robe, and there was a decoration of Qin Tianjian on his chest. It's just that the line has been worn out so badly that it can't be seen from its original appearance, and the white robe has almost become earthy yellow, dry, but fortunately, the material is good, and there are no wrinkles, which can barely set off some demeanor.

Rao is clothes are no longer gorgeous, but Nangong is first walking in the crowd, he still looks outstanding, no matter who can see that he is different from ordinary people. Without saying much about his robe, his stubble was cleanly shaved, his hair was combed neatly, and even if one sleeve was empty, there was a sense of merry.

If his expression is not so blank, his eyes are not often wandering.

People walking on the street, whether they are poor or rich, whether they are successful or humble, have a posture that makes them feel comfortable, compared with these people, Nangong No. 1 seems very uncomfortable, he doesn't dare to look at others, he doesn't dare to walk unfast, as if he is on his back, as if people all over the world are looking down on him.

He didn't seem to be wearing any clothes.

Even if he straightens his waist, raises his chest very high, and walks with a dashing pace, his movements reveal stiffness, timidity, unnaturalness and unconfidence.

The knuckles of his right hand holding the sword were always pale because he clenched the sword tightly.

Only by clenching the sword in his hand could he settle down a little, but only slightly.

Going to the street and facing many people, this is a very torturous thing for the current Nangong No. 1.

Soon, Nangong first bowed down and entered a small shop.

The shop at the end of the alley can't be called a shop, it's too small to fit a table, and the light is too dim for ordinary people to see at all, at most it's a shack.

It had only one wall, supported by dry wood and thatch, and the front was empty, with two worn-out curtains, which were tied together to make room for the door, and the narrow place behind it was blocked with firewood.

Sitting down in this small shop, Nangong Yi secretly breathed a long sigh of relief, finally felt a little more comfortable, and then used a neutral and strong tone to rush to the people in the shed: "Whatever you have, you can serve anything." ”

A shack is divided into two spaces by a simple stove made of stone clods. There is a table outside, which is a place for guests, a little spacious, and there are all kinds of miscellaneous items piled up on both sides of the room - just some firewood and grass, pots and pans, etc., and there are no cabinets.

In the innermost and darkest corner, there was a place bigger than a kennel, covered with hay and covered with a thin quilt full of patches.

Behind the stove and in front of the kennel, there was a girl with yellow hair and a weak body, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a vegetable-colored face, slightly dark skin, only a little red cheeks, and a rough skin because of the cold weather in winter.

Such a little girl has nothing to do with being beautiful and good-looking, that is, she is not ugly.

Seeing Nangong enter the door for the first time, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up, she didn't stand up straight, because her head would touch the roof - a roof made of dry wood and thatch, and it would be very troublesome to pull her hair, and it would take a long time.

Hearing Nangong No. 1's words, the little girl responded softly, it turned out to be a pure Guanzhong cavity, and quickly picked up a clean notched clay pot from the ground and put it on the stove.

Because of the uneven cooktop, she tried twice before she could get her balance right, stooped down from the corner in front of the stove, pulled out a shriveled pocket, and began to pour flour into the basin, looking as if she were counting money.

The wait was long, but Nangong Yi didn't care, he sat at the table, the long sword was on the table, still in his hand, looking sideways at the sunny alley outside, so quiet that he couldn't even breathe.

Except for the courtyard where he lived, the entire Shouchang City, a small shop with almost no customers, was the only place that could make Nangong No. 1 not so uncomfortable, for the simple reason that no one came.

Nangong No. 1 is not short of money, but he can't cook by himself, he will try once a day, and if he fails, he can only come here obediently. He refused to go anywhere else, there were many people.

In the past, he was also a person who was very particular about food and drink, but now, no one is good.

The little girl is not beautiful or ugly, Nangong No. 1 is very satisfied. There are not many words, Nangong No. 1 doesn't speak, she definitely won't take the initiative to speak, what Nangong No. 1 says, she only answers the simple words that must be answered, this is what makes Nangong No. 1 feel the most comfortable.

He doesn't want to talk, and if he can, he doesn't want to say a word, so he doesn't want others to talk to him. Quietly looking at the street without a view, it is best if no one has walked it, and if someone looks at him, he will feel bored in his heart, and if he looks at it a few times, he will want to slash the other party.

The food was quickly prepared and brought to the table by the little girl.

Two miserable pottery bowls, are cracked, fortunately there are no cracks, very clean, this is very important, one is packed with mutton, the meat slices are cut very evenly, although the size is different, but the thickness is basically the same, one is filled with dough cakes, three pieces of the same size, all obliquely against the edge of the bowl, steaming, very fragrant, meat and noodles are originally fragrant.

Finally, a wine gourd.

Nangong first took the first wine gourd, opened the stopper, poured it into the third bowl, and it was gone before it was full, and he shook the gourd twice, only pouring out two more drops. This made Nangong Yiyi frown, looked up at the little girl who was cramped and grabbed the corner of her clothes, and motioned to the other party to explain with a puzzled look.

"Lao Huang died of illness last night, and the price of wine in other places has risen, so you can only buy so much. The little girl lowered her head, her little face flushed, and her already chapped cheeks seemed to have drops of blood oozing out of her skin.

Nangong nodded first, didn't say anything more, and buried his head in concentrating on his own food. Because there is less wine, I can only take a bite of meat, a mouthful of bread, and a mouthful of wine. In the past, he used to have a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, and a mouthful of bread and a mouthful of wine.

Lao Huang's liquor shop is a fixed place for the little girl to go to sell wine, the other party takes care of her, and the price is cheap, and the shopkeeper in other places will naturally not give her this preferential treatment.

When Nangong No. 1 was eating, the little girl squatted back on the stove and looked at the street outside the curtain silently, her expression was the same as Nangong No. 1 just now. There was still a spark in the stove, and it was still hot, and she could feel some of the residual heat when she got closer. When the spark is gone, she will have to retract into a haystack.

In Shouchang City on the Gobi Desert, dry firewood is not easy to obtain, and she must save some of it.

The sun outside was gone, which meant she couldn't go out in the sun.

Nangong No. 1 quickly finished eating, beckoned, and motioned for the little girl to come over and collect the money.

The little girl's movements were still sharp, but when she took a handful of copper coins, her face changed, "It's a lot." ”

Nangong picked up the long sword first, stood up, and explained: "It's a lot of wine money, and the next time I come, the wine gourd will be full." ”

The little girl then put down the copper coin and nodded seriously, "I will prepare it in advance." ”

Nangong No. 1 didn't say much, lifted the curtain and walked out of the shack.

He is not short of money, Mo said that after eating the little girl's meal, even if he doesn't eat, he can make the other party worry about food and clothing. However, this little girl who was saved once by Nangong was stubbornly unwilling to accept the extra money.

A month ago, when the little girl went out of the city to get dry firewood, she was chased by wild wolves and ran all over the ground, and she was about to die in the wolf's mouth, but it was Nangong No. 1 who happened to pass by that she survived.

It was also from that time that Nangong first began to come here to eat.

If it weren't for Nangong No. 1, the little girl wouldn't be able to afford mutton or flour. Her price is very fair, only a little labor fee, so she can't eat mutton, and she can have a cake every day, which is good.

She expects that if the price is fair, there will be many customers coming to the door, and if she works hard, she may be able to eat enough, and in two years, maybe she will be able to open a larger shop.

However, her small shop is destined to only be supported by Nangong No. 1. Those who can afford to eat outside will not come to her, and the poor who will come here would rather choose to cook by themselves.

The only advantage that a little girl can get by opening a store is because this store is really not what it looks like, and it is not very competitive.

Nangong went back and forth for the first time, stood at the door of the store, looked at the little girl washing the dishes, and said in a deep voice: "I lack a cook lady, or you come to my house, I will pay you and eat." ”