That night, Li Yunxin and Xin Xiliu went to Yunshan, talking a lot and thinking a lot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But there are other people who are going to Weicheng.

In fact, it is going to the "former Weicheng".

The fire that burned Weicheng had just been extinguished for more than a month. Centered on the huge and ruined city, the land within a radius of ten miles was cracked. The grass and trees have long since withered and withered, and together with the autumn wind, there is flying sand and choking smoke in the sky.

Between Weicheng and Dongting, there is a vast forest. But now the forest is gone. Before the flames of Weicheng were extinguished, the autumn plants and trees were finally ignited, from the periphery of the city to the edge of the cave. Now the road is scorched and black, as if it has been trampled and ravaged by angry celestials.

And on the side of the cave, there was also a terrible catastrophe. Junshan was blown down by thunder, and one of the former Dongting scenes no longer existed, leaving only half a huge and ugly rock standing on the water. But this is not the most alarming scourge. The real disaster is the water of Dongting Lake.

In the past, thousands of miles of Dongting, the smoke and waves were vast, like a fairyland. Today's Dongting ...... It was almost a dead place.

The supernatural powers used by the cultivators when chasing Li Yunxin almost poisoned the fish, shrimp, and spirits in the entire lake. Although the venom was later removed from the water, the body was left in the lake.

At first, the people of the state capital living along the lake were overjoyed and salvaged the fish and shrimp that were still fresh. Either eat it at home or sell it.

But soon...... Anyone who touched the dead fish and shrimp had their skin ulcerated and vomited blood within three days. And those who eat these fish and shrimp will bleed and their internal organs are broken. In just four or five days, thousands more people died. For a while, they knew that it was the fish and shrimp who had caused the trouble—they were busy pouring the rest into the lake.

As for the dead bodies, no one dared to touch them. A few were buried in the ground, and the majority were thrown into the lake.

The rest of the month passed - so many corpses slowly decomposed and fermented in the lake. Soon, all kinds of diseases spread. The cave court became vast again. It's just that now it's no longer water vapor, but a terrible miasma.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Dongting only enters and does not go out - the surging Weishui and a few other trickles provide it with water, but it is not the source of a great river. Therefore, the terrible poisonous water and miasma only enveloped such a vast area, and did not spread like the surrounding area.

But even so, the entire southern part of Gyeongguk suffered a terrible blow.

The area around Dongting has been the land of fish and rice since ancient times, and one of the grain producing areas of Qingguo. Now no one dares to bring water from Dongting to irrigate, and more people living along the lake have left their hometowns -- the people of Qingguo are already panicking.

However, those who have left their homes have lived a prosperous and sustainable life. They left their homeland to seek safety.

But there are others who have no permanent place to live and have little food and clothing. They don't have much land, so they make a living by working for people. At this point, it's another good thing for these people.

In response to the current dilemma, the state government issued a notice. On the one hand, it reassures the people and persuades them to keep their homeland, and on the other hand, it is convenient to claim that those who go to the old land of Weicheng and the surrounding area of Dongting to reclaim the land will not only allocate those lands that are now considered "terra nullius", but will also be exempted from taxes for three consecutive years.

So so many came full of hope.

And saw Weicheng and Dongting, which have been unrecognizable.

In fact, in their eyes, it's not bad.

The water is still clear, and there are fish and shrimp in the water. It is said that the government also asked the monks to seal the water inlet between Weishui and Dongting so that the poisonous water would not overflow.

Large tracts of land are covered with ash from the burning of forests, which not only saves the effort of clearing wasteland, but also serves as a natural fertilizer. If you want to plant in winter and plough in spring, you only need to dig out the roots of trees and grass in the wasteland, and the workload is very small.

It's mid-autumn now. There is also time to plant some seedlings that can survive the winter before winter. After half a year of subsistence on the government's grain stipends, there may be a bumper harvest in the coming year -- such a prospect is a blessing that many people could not have imagined before.

As a result, the surrounding area of Weicheng gradually became populated. It's not much, but it's always gathering slowly.

And it came to pass that by the night, two more men came in the darkness of the night.

Be...... Two women. One old, one young.

In fact, the old man is not old, but he is in his thirties, and he is considered a half-old. In the late autumn night, he was wrapped in a navy blue cotton cloak and wore a hat on his head. This dress is nondescript, like a running river, but like an ordinary woman. However, looking at the patches on her cloak, she knew that perhaps because of the hardship of life, she used the hat to protect herself from the rain as a brimmed hat to protect herself from the wind and sand.

This middle-aged woman called herself Dou Po.

Behind Dou Po is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old lady. He also wears coarse cloth clothes and hats. But there are more patches on the clothes. But even so, if anyone looks through the unkempt hair on her face, they will find that this little lady is really a heavenly beauty.

This little lady, who calls herself Ling Niang, says that she is the daughter of Dou Po. But outsiders will find it strange when they see it - this old lady doesn't feel sorry for her daughter, so she has carried a lot of things on her arms and back.

-- On his back he carried two halberds, seven feet long. One third was on the back, and the other two long sections were high into the sky. It is inconvenient for ordinary men to walk with such a back method, but this Ling Niang walks very steadily.

On the left armpit is a bundle of swords. But it doesn't look like a real thing, it's something made of thin pieces of iron. Although it is bright, it will tremble from side to side. It's reminiscent of those street swords-and-sword-swallowing entertainers. In his right hand, he carried a large burden with white flowers on a blue background, bulging with bags. I looked at the bedding, clothes, and food.

Even if this little lady is slender, she looks bloated after carrying so much on her back.

-- It's true, it's a showman. This is who they call themselves.

At this moment, the empty-handed Dou Po and the coolie-like Ling Niang stood on a scorched earth. There were six or seven tents behind him, and these were six or seven households. They all came here a few days ago, and they first built a place to settle here, and then planned to slowly reclaim the wasteland.

I just asked a family. It is said that seven miles further from this place is the former Weicheng.

I also advised them not to go any further—near the city of Weicheng, the fire had burned for dozens of days, and the land had long since been steamed dry. Nothing could grow within a radius of ten miles, and even the grass seeds were baked into ashes. It's better to live with them and help each other. "Mother and daughter are not always a way, and there must be a man in the end. It's better to stay here and make a family," this persuasion to them was said for a night.

But whether it was Dou Po or Ling Niang, they didn't say anything.

After bidding farewell to these reclaimers, the two continued to walk in the direction of Weicheng. After walking for about half an hour, even the ashes of the plants and trees mixed with the soil under his feet were gone, leaving only a thin layer of yellow sand. The air is getting drier and drier, and the air is starting to feel eeriely cool.

This chill is not simply the chill of an autumn night. It seems to be because of something else.

In this way, a quarter of an hour later, the outline of Weicheng was revealed on the horizon like a creeping beast.

Dou Po stopped, the dry earth rustling under her feet. Then he turned around a little and looked west.

On the west side, there is the surging Weishui. Although the river could not be seen from such a distance, the faint sound of water could be heard. Once upon a time, it was a vast field here. Walking down the path along the field can lead to a small ferry crossing. Now these are gone, only the wilderness.

Dou Po leaned out a hand from under the cloak and pointed westward: "You said that the last time Li Yunxin met Long Jiu was by this ferry?"

Ling Niang also stopped. He took a breath and then looked west—squinting slightly. After a while, he said softly, "Yes." ”

When Dou Po got this response, she retracted her hand: "What else?"

Ling Niang was stunned: "...... I only saw each other and said something. Nothing more. ”

Dou Po turned her face slightly and looked at the "daughter" behind her with her spare eyes. But what appeared in her eyes was a stern coldness that did not match her identity and dress: "Think again!"

Ling Niang shuddered slightly, then bit her lip, and thought for a while before she whispered, "He...... When I was back to the city that day, I met on the road. I went out of town with him that day. And then...... The two of us walked back along the road. There were people dead in the city that day, and ...... on the way There is a stage. Someone on the stage sang ......"

While thinking about it, I said a lot slowly, trivially.

This bean woman did not urge her, and listened to her patiently for nearly two quarters of an hour. But during this time, some details such as "did he frown at that time", "did he say 'definitely' or 'definitely' at that time", "was his pace fast or slow at that time", and so on.

Some questions Ling Niang could answer, and some couldn't remember clearly. After she finished speaking, Dou Po also asked, and the middle-aged woman said, "You have to remember." If you think of any thing, every detail, you have to tell me. Is it useful that I said the count, not that you said the count--if you are really as smart as you think you are, how can you be killed by that Li Yunxin?"

When he had said this, he lifted his feet and walked away. That Ling Niang didn't dare to say anything, she only pursed her lips and followed again.

Two quarters of an hour later, the two arrived at the gate of Weicheng.

This is the south gate of Weicheng, called Yuanning Gate. By the moonlight, you can see that the gate is still intact and has not yet collapsed. Looking inside, there was a black hole, as if countless fierce gods and evil spirits were hidden. Dou Po's footsteps slowed slightly, and Ling Niang understood. opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "On the day I entered the door from here, and when I came, I was in Weicheng—"

As he spoke, he walked forward. Ling Niang described in detail what she saw along the way that day, as if she had restored the scene at that time. And who would have thought that the prosperous Weicheng at that time was now only left with broken walls and ruins, and even rats and insects?

In the darkness, there were only the footsteps and voices of two people...... Sounds weird.

“...... He wandered around the city for many days and sent out many paintings. Some imprints were also carved into the stone. Before they knew it, the two of them had walked a mile along the dry Willow River and came to a piece of bluestone.

"I ...... Marks have also been seen on this stone before. But it's only half engraved, and there's no spiritual circulation......"

The bluestone that Ling Niang said is next to the Liuhe River. Now there are no "marks" on it - the stone surface seems to have been cut off by a sword, and several fine lines have been cracked. It looks like it's been tempered by fire.

“...... I gave the beggar a painting. Then the beggar was killed in the middle of the alley......"

While listening to her, Dou Po slowly possessed herself. With his hands still in his sleeves, he squinted and stared at the bluestone for a long time. Then he slowly reached out and drew half a symbol on the bluestone: "Is that so?"

Ling Niang took a closer look: "...... No. ”

She thought about it again with a blank face, and changed her line: "-So?"

But it's not.

This bean woman is not in a hurry. Ling Niang said no, and she erased it - with a fleshy palm, it was erased from the surface of the stone, and then painted something else.

And so it was -- two hours of trying!

For two hours, she bent over, only one hand moving. Those runic sigils...... Why didn't you try a thousand?!

In the end, even Ling Niang was a little frustrated, and said cautiously: "Mother-in-law...... Maybe...... You should go look elsewhere first, right?"

Dou Po looked at her with that serious and cold gaze again: "Now you are a waste. Do you know that even if you want to regain cultivation from us, you will have to go through a lot of hardships? If you don't even have this kind of patience, hmph, you will immediately cut yourself!"

Ling Niang was silent.

-- Another half an hour passed.

When this Dou Po wrote the 1,646th rune on the stone surface, Ling Niang's eyes finally showed a light of relief. She looked at it carefully for a while, then took a deep breath: "...... Yes. ”

Dou Po straightened up and stared at the talisman for a long time - her brows slowly furrowed: "What does this mean?"

She was talking to herself and didn't ask for advice. Ling Niang didn't speak.

After pondering the kung fu of half a burnt incense, he walked again. The places where he traveled and stayed were the places where he stayed in Weicheng in the days before Li Yunxin took away the kiss.

So, the whole night passed.

When it was dawn again, Ling Niang had already fallen asleep against a broken wall. And Dou Po stood on a towering stone pillar. The stone pillar used to be part of the city's most prosperous restaurant, Qionghua Lou – she squinted her eyes and looked down on the city in the morning light.

Although most of the buildings have been burned, the streets are still there. She has seen the white of the fish's belly from the edge of the sky until she sees the fiery red morning glow. Then he closed his eyes and thought silently for a while, then opened them, and pulled out a booklet from his bosom.

This booklet is nothing else, but the "Chronicles of the Mansion" - "The Chronicles of the Weihe Prefecture". It details the population and the size of the fields in many towns and cities in the prefecture over the years. In the past, Weicheng was a big city in the world, so it was recorded in great detail -- to the point that there was a certain household, the number of people, and the age of a certain street or alley.

After looking at it for half an hour, the Dou Po casually threw away the Fu Zhi, and the booklet burned itself before it fell to the ground.

Then, she slowly raised her hand, and there was an extra magic pen in her hand.

She began to paint something in the void, with the light in the background, the entire Wei City in her vision.

After a quarter of an hour, she stopped writing.

One...... A human figure with all the meridians appeared in front of her.

The background is also the entire Wei City.