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The climate of the Northland is very different from that of the Central Plains, the temperature fluctuates throughout the day, the sun shines hot at noon, you can only wear thin clothes and sweatshirts, and at night the temperature plummets and you can't sleep with a quilt.

One side of the water and soil nourishes the people of the other side, so the northerners are good at wine, and the wine can be used to ward off the cold. Especially in the cold winter of snow, a bunch of people sit around the fire and drink a few sips of warm old wine, not to mention the taste, not to mention how comfortable.

Taverns and taverns are common in the Northland.

Although Dunhuang is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, it is not a new thing to open a new tavern in the street alley.

The tavern owner was a slightly hunchbacked old man, and there was only one man in his twenties.

Nowadays, there are few outsiders in Dunhuang, and the old man who opened a tavern on the street is a rare face in recent years.

People who have been to the tavern say that this old man has never done business at first glance, and when he opened, he did not use some price reductions to win popularity, and he was very rigid and rigid in doing business. The guy is not much better, his hands and feet are quite clever, but he just doesn't have much eyesight.

On the second day of its opening, the neighbors were already betting with each other that the tavern would have to close its doors for a few more days.

On the third day of the tavern's opening, an old Taoist priest Zhang Mingjun entered Dunhuang City with his apprentice Mu Sanqian and two thin horses accompanying him all the way, and the tavern owner who was still guarding the window suddenly opened his eyes and said a strange thing to the only guy in the store: "Yuan Xiang, I won't do business today, there are guests coming, let's close the door to welcome them." ”

There are a few stalls scattered in the dusty streets, and it is a dwilight as far as the eye can see.

Yuan Xiang, a thin tavern man, was like a bamboo pole and a straight pestle blocking the way of the old Taoist priest on the street.

"My lord invited the Taoist chief and the young master to go to the tavern and sit down. ”

"Master?"

There is an old Taoist priest on the side, and Mu Sanqian must depend on the master's arrangement, but the thin young man on the opposite side calls himself a little young master.

"It's okay, we were meant to see him. ”

"Who is he?"

"When I see you, I understand. ”

The two led the horse to the door of the tavern and handed the reins to Yuan Xiang. There was only one side door in the tavern, and when I entered, I saw that there was only one lamp in the room, which was a little dim, but the rich aroma of wine had filled the whole room, and it was going straight out through the side door.

The square table by the window was cleaned, and only a small jug of wine and three glasses were placed on it, and the enticing aroma of wine wafted from the flask.

"Andu Mountain has seen Zhang Zhenren. ”

The old wine seller tried his best to straighten his somewhat hunched back, but his cloudy eyes did not move an inch away from Mu Sanqian's body as soon as he entered the door.

"Apprentice, I've seen your grandfather. ”

"Mu Sanqian has seen my grandfather. ”

When he was still in Disha, Mu Sanqian's father would mention from time to time that there was a place called Xihe Prefecture far to the north, where Mu Fang wanted to meet a woman he loved the most in his life and an elder who was extremely respected but didn't like him very much.

The woman named An Ran later became Mu Fangxiang's wife, Mu Sanqian's mother, and the elder was Mu Fangxiang's father-in-law and Mu Sanqian's grandfather.

When Mu Sanqian was three years old, An Ran took his five-year-old daughter back to Xihe to visit relatives, but was attacked by gangsters on the way and was seriously injured, and died of illness shortly after arriving in Xihe Prefecture.

Andu Mountain didn't like the kid surnamed Mu in the first place, and after his daughter died of illness, he directly cut off contact with the Di Sha Mu family, and buried An Ran in the Anjia cemetery, and his granddaughter Mu Youran also stayed in Xihe Prefecture.

Although his grandson Mu Qianliu is far away in Disha, the saucer installed in the General's Mansion will write a secret report every month, which records in detail how Mu Sanqian is smart, how he follows the monk Wenkong to learn scriptures and chant Zen, and how he flies and bullies those false Qingliu who come to the door to quarrel can't raise his head.

Whenever the secret security in the direction of Disha was sent to the house, An Dushan would hide in the study alone and look back and forth, and when he saw Xiao Qianliu doing something extraordinarily interesting, he would grin silly and be amused.

Now that the grandson who only knew about him in the letter in the past really came to the front, and he called his grandfather, and Andu Mountain couldn't help but wet his eyes when he was a lot older.

Realizing that he had made a slight gaffe, An Dushan hurriedly raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.

"Good, good grandson. ”

Andu Mountain said three good words in a row.

"Yuan Xiang, you take the little young master upstairs to see the meeting gift I prepared, and I will accompany Zhang Zhenren to talk. ”

Zhang Mingjun nodded and motioned for Mu Sanqian to follow with confidence, and then sat down at the table by himself.

"There are Lao Zhenren all the way to each other, my grandson is blessed with a shallow life, Li Xian's old turtle has planned all his life but the six are one, the world will be together for a long time, it is a fixed number of heaven, but it is a pity for my poor grandson, who has no mother since he was a child, and now he has no home. ”

After Zhang Mingjun sat down, An Dushan poured three glasses of wine on the table, pinched one and handed it to the other side, and then took the glass on his right hand in his hand.

"My son An Ran used to say that my father was an old antique who could only lead troops to fight, and he didn't talk about human feelings, let alone human feelings. Her mother left early, and I don't know much about taking care of children as a father, almost like a son, and I started directly if I was a little disobedient. Now that I think about it, my dad never looked like a dad. ”

When An Du Shan spoke, the wine glass kept twisting back and forth between his fingers, and the mellow wine in the cup was close to the rim of the glass, about to overflow, but under the control of An Du Shan, Xuan'er was firmly attached to the glass.

To be able to do this, at least you must have a clear and rational realm, Andu Mountain has been affected by the military all his life, and his qualifications cannot be said to be superior, and being able to approach his fate in martial arts at half a hundred years can already be regarded as a great achievement. It's just that Zhang Mingjun doesn't quite understand what Andu Mountain's intention is at this moment.

"Since ancient times, it has been said that filial piety comes from the stick, and probably no one who is a parent does not love their children, so the teaching method is different from person to person. The general is busy with government affairs, and it is natural that he has no time to spend on his children. ”

"That being said. ”

An Dushan shook his head and denied Zhang Mingjun to help exonerate himself.

"Incompetent is incompetent, and there is nothing to shirk. Even later, after An Ran grew up and became sensible, I told her this, I was sorry for her. An Ran has a strong personality and is very stubborn, when she was seventeen years old, she secretly ran to the border to disguise herself as a man and joined the army, and she was so angry that she stomped her feet after I knew it, and a girl's family was just messing around. Mr. Lan advised me not to go to her for the first time, and to send someone to protect me secretly. As a result, I met Mu Fangxiang, who also joined the army, and at that time, the boy surnamed Mu was only a prince, and he hooked the soul of my family Ran'er back and forth. ”

"At first, I was resolutely opposed to the marriage between the two, and all the successive lords of the Buddha Kingdom had to shave under the throne of Zen Master Sejong to listen to the scriptures and study the Dharma, and asked my daughter to marry a monk? Even if he was the lord of a country, I would not agree! But my daughter was very stubborn, and ran away from home alone to Disha, and gave birth to a daughter and a son to a boy surnamed Mu. After a long time, my anger has disappeared a lot, and my daughter sometimes goes home to save the kid surnamed Mu and pretends to be a groom guard, not daring to reveal his identity for fear of making me angry. There were several times when I almost couldn't help but say, don't pretend, come over and kowtow to me a few times, maybe I'll recognize you as a son-in-law. But I never said it, and I won't have the chance to hear that kid call me father-in-law again. ”

"Disha is located in the northwest and the country is weak, no matter what he thinks about Qiyuan, he has no chance of winning, Mu Xiaozi surrendered without a fight to protect the people from slaughter and did not exceed my expectations, but in the end he is still the lord of a country, he chose to end his life in guarding the country, and the old man admires him. I haven't been able to have a drink with my son-in-law in my life, and I can only see him underground in the future, and I'm afraid that Mu Boy won't recognize me as an old antique father-in-law when the time comes. ”

When An Dushan said this, he slowly picked up the wine glass and gently sprinkled it on the ground.

"My son Anran has a pair of children, since the old man is the only relative of the two in the world, he must protect the two of them from suffering any more, even if it is Li Xian of Qiyuan, if he dares to get an inch, the old man will let him taste the taste of the Xihe Iron Horse!"

Andu Mountain's protector was anxious, Zhang Mingjun suddenly understood Fang Cai's clear intentions, so Zhang Mingjun asked directly.

"Lord An came here to confirm with his own eyes whether Mu Sanqian is safe and sound, but also for the matter of turning into a dragon in the dragon cave?"

"Taoism is the ancestor of Feng Shui, and this secret matter naturally cannot be hidden from Wudang. Kunlun Mountain is known as the source of the world's dragon veins, and Dunhuang just occupies one of them. Since the ancient Xia Shang Dynasty, the king and the earth breaker had to put on their own hats, which were given by God and acted according to the will of heaven, and if they needed to be corroborated, they had to be accompanied by various auspicious things. Liu Han Dynasty Han Gaozu Liu Bang, legend has it that his mother stayed in the wilderness at night and had Bai Mang into the belly, and later gave birth to a son Liu Bang, usurped the Liu Dynasty's Wang Mang, and before ascending the throne, it was also a frequent report of auspiciousness in various places.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is just to find a justifiable cover for his rights, the old man probably respects the gods and ghosts in his life, and the Confucian master has words, and the son does not say anything strange and confused, I quite agree with this sentence. However, there is a Mr. Lan in the general's mansion, he said that since the Dragon Cave incident happened in Xihe Prefecture, and it will definitely implicate Qiyuan in northern Xinjiang, and even Xishu, which is on one side, may also come to join in the fun, so he can't sit idly by.

On the occasion of coming, Mr. Lan also said that when manpower is poor, the destiny of heaven is natural. The old man has always respected Mr. Lan, so he came to Dunhuang to guard. Whether it is Qiyuan Northern Xinjiang or Xishu, it has never stopped intrigue, but at least those pickled things have not yet been put on the surface, not before, not now, and even more so on the boundaries of Xihe Prefecture. ”

"Lan Yuanting is one of the best strategists today, and he is naturally thoughtful in case of trouble, otherwise Xihe Prefecture will not always be like an iron bucket from the old Tang Dynasty to the present. However, in terms of feng shui deduction, Mr. Lan may not be able to catch it. Monk Disha Wenkong is the head of the Buddha of Sejong, if he only arranges a life of glory, wealth and stability for Mu Sanqian, he will directly send someone to escort him all the way, and he will enter the boundary of Xihe Prefecture is the first person in martial arts in the Qiyuan temple Yang Wenyuan may not be able to do anything, so why bother to let Sanqian worship me, the Taoist leader, as a teacher. ”

Zhang Mingjun slowly drank the wine in the cup, and waited for An Dushan to finish speaking before he spoke unhurriedly.

"Mu Sanqian is born with the root of wisdom, at first the poor Tao thought that it was more than ordinary people to open a know-how, and then to the Taoist method of knocking fingers to break the life for its fate Qi machine to deduce a little, but the result is a mess is not clear at all, in the chaos only the word Lone Emperor is the most conspicuous. Those who were judged to be the fate of the lonely emperor, although they have a prominent background and a princely future, they are easy to die, and the Southern Dynasty Qin Tianjian and the Northern Dynasty Astrological Observatory will not tolerate a remnant of the old country with the imperial fortune on his back, and the general can protect him for a while while while with three thousand by his side. ”

"Oh, is there a way to do it?"

An Du Shan didn't seem to believe much in Zhang Mingjun's statement of the orphan emperor's life.

"Naturally, there is a way, and it is far away and close at hand. ”

Zhang Mingjun didn't care, and still said with a smile.