The sun is pouring in, the summer breeze is warm, and the shadows of the trees are waving.

The hustle and bustle is a little bit, and I know the sound of insects, which disturbs Qingqiu.

Shoushan goes north to more than 37,000 miles, Gongjiang River in the west, Yushan in the south, there is a remote town, named Huanggang. There are only 1,000 households within a radius of miles, and most of them are engaged in fishing. Due to the remote terrain, people will bring the catch to nearby cities every day to sell in exchange for firewood, rice, oil and salt to supplement their families, so they can also get some information from the outside world, and it is not too isolated from the world.

On this day, the sky was slightly bright.

The remote town ushered in two young men with clear eyebrows.

They were dusty, ragged, and hurried, and no one knew where they came from and where they were going. I saw one of the older black-shirted young men, whose clothes were all tattered and stained with blood, as if he had fought with others. Blood is a taboo thing, and the arrival of two strangers instantly alarmed the peace of the remote town, and later after many inquiries by the elders of the town, it turned out that these two people were just victims of the disaster. Last night they crossed the river with the merchants and went north, but suddenly a round of tomorrow arose in the south, blowing a hunting wind and overturning the boat, and dozens of people on board were washed into the bottom of the river by the water. So when they got ashore, they planned to find a shady stall nearby, so that they could have some breakfast to suppress the false alarm in their hearts, but they did not think about it, but they disturbed the peace of the town. Finally, under the repeated apologies of the young man in green shirts, the residents saw that he did not look like a villain, so they led them to the only teahouse in the town to rest...

At noon, the scorching sun is in the sky, and it is a good time to take a lunch break.

Birds chirp and talk loudly.

In the quiet town, there are people whispering...

"Immortals, they must be immortals!"

"The genealogy in our ancestral hall has written that there was such a stubble thing as early as our Taigong's generation, when the night was dark and the wind was high, the sun came out of the east, and the moon rose in the west, and finally the moon was eaten by the sun, and the sky was bright. Later, someone found the corpse of a fairy by the pond at the foot of the West Mountain, and now it is enshrined in the land temple of Huluzi Village. It is said that it is the body of a god that has not been transformed for thousands of years. ”

"Don't tell me, it sounds, maybe it's true. This morning, when I took the big Guawa brothers into the city to pour fish, I heard that the ravine south of our town had been besieged by the government last night. Someone said that the sun rose from the mountain last night, and burned the two heavenly immortals. ”

"Tsk, that's a shame. The immortals were burned to death..."

"It is said that the gods and ghosts are in trouble, I think we should ask the mayor to hurry up and invite a few masters to come back and do a magic thing, right?"

Ordinary towns don't have so many fancy thoughts, so there are not many places for people to have fun. After noon, many people gathered in front of the ancestral hall of the temple one after another. A tea tree is towering to the sky, with lush branches and foliage that shade a lot. Seven or eight large mahogany round tables, several plates of pickled vegetables, and half a basket of shriveled peanuts and beans are enough for mountain people to talk about the sky and the sea.

On ordinary days, ordinary people can always find their own fun from the ordinary. Perhaps, this is the principle that contented people are always happy.

With the wind miserable, a little away from the chatter of people...

Not far away, about half a hundred zhang away from the right side of the ancestral hall, is the only teahouse in the town. The crooked four big characters of "Xiao Li Restaurant" are engraved on the simple door plate. Business is so cold that you can't even see a few flies. The tattered banana fan fell to the ground, and the only job and shopkeeper in the teahouse was lying on the bench, and the snoring of the afternoon nap was round and round, like an old sow in the pen burping. The skinny old yellow dog lay lazily on the corner of the stone steps, squinting at the old eyes waiting for the bone dregs to fall on his head, and yawned from time to time.

In the teahouse, there are several huge mahogany tables, and the innermost table is equipped with seven plates of dishes in acceptable condition, seven pairs of chopsticks, seven large bowls, seven small wooden cups, and a pot of boiling mountain black tea. There were only two cups for tea, because there were only two people seated at this time, and they should be the only guests in this teahouse for half a month. Because, the ledger on the counter still says that the yellow day half a month ago...

"Sasha..."

The black clothes were cold, and they sat still. Tsing Yi pondered, scribbling something on the mahogany table with a finger dipped in tea, muttering to himself from time to time.

Yesterday's thrilling was hovering in my heart, and I refused to leave. Strange traces, after the precipitation of the melon seeds of the smart brain overnight, have revealed many unpredictable signs. The countless fragments of memories pulled by that wisp of blood seemed to have some kind of magic, stirring Xia Xun's consciousness all the time. In the dark, he seemed to have touched some amazing secret hidden in the void, but he was never sure. Because, the preconditions for affirming this secret are too harsh and incomprehensible. Therefore, after thinking for thousands and weighing all night, countless possibilities were successively merged in his calculations, but it was difficult for him to make a final decision.

Only large and small silhouettes gradually form...

Gradually dissipate, and then gradually form...

"Feng Shui changes the mountain to hide the art of crossing the sea, Wushan uses the corpse to squeeze the blood to refine the heavenly pills, and the corpse refining cooperates with Feng Shui to resurrect the human corpse with the dragon's energy, and the three uncles and ancestors can perform their duties to maximize the use value of each corpse, so it may be a foreshadowing for the army. ”

Xia Xun chattered, drawing a circle with his fingers dipped in water, and dotting his eyes.

"The canyon is 100 miles in circumference, with more than 97,000 coffins and corpses buried in the outer fifteen miles, and about 400,000 condensed shadows in the inner fifteen miles of water burial grounds, with a total of no more than 500,000 corpses. At that time, there were tens of thousands of dead in the First World War, and there were 500,000 corpses in a canyon, and if the average number of them was selected, there would be at least more than 1,000 such ferocious lands in the territory of Datang..."

"So many?" the grim Mo Xian couldn't help but be surprised.

Xia Xun said: "This is still the most conservative estimate, if those few are really capable of subduing the game, their number will only be more and not less." ”

"With so many bodies missing, it doesn't necessarily go away from everyone. Mo Xian asked coldly.

"They just need to hide one person. ”

"Who?"

"Kyoto Babel Tower, or my grandfather. ”

Mo Xian's cold eyes sank a little, he also remembered what happened yesterday vividly, and even in a certain level, he had a deeper experience than Xia Xun. It's just something that Xia Xun doesn't dare to affirm, and he doesn't dare to be sure.

"With such two people, who in the world can hide it?"

"No one can hide it. ”

Xia Xun wiped the circle on the table with one hand, dipped it in tea, and wrote the word "Mou".

"So, I don't think they need to hide it. ”

"A good strategist does not care about a momentary victory or defeat, but only about his success or failure. In a game of chess, the two are weak. One knows that things cannot be hidden, and the other knows that things cannot be done, but the two conspire together, which can be the best policy. Based on the clues we have so far, if my hypothesis is true, it should have happened at the end of the war, when Yueyang's defeat was a foregone conclusion. Because, only during that time period did grandpa really be in a weak position and urgently needed an opportunity to lurk his minions. Moreover, it was only at that chaotic time node, during the period when the two sides were Ming Jin collecting troops to clean up the battlefield, that they had the opportunity to hide from the eyes and ears of the world, and single-handedly transfer so many corpses from heaven to day. It's just that it's easy to change the day, but it's difficult to transfer flowers and trees. If you want to transfer thousands of corpses from Yueyang to all parts of the Tang Dynasty without anyone knowing, the difficulty is no less than leading the army to sweep through the Tang Dynasty. From this extended deduction, it is not difficult to arrive at another hypothesis..."

The index finger is dipped in water, and the word "profit" is written under the word "plan".

"The so-called, everything is the first, and the common benefit is a win-win situation. In order to successfully bring these tens of thousands of Yueyang war corpses to various places in the Tang Dynasty, the three uncles and ancestors will inevitably promise amazing bargaining chips again, and even reach some kind of ulterior agreement with their grandfather. Using the last energy and connections accumulated by his grandfather and the three dynasties, in the shortest time after the armistice of that year, he took advantage of the emptiness of the internal affairs of the Tang Dynasty to open up the important posts in various states and counties with lightning speed, secretly planted people, and single-handedly planned and arranged the registration, transfer, location, burial and other matters of the dead in wartime. In this way, your problem will be explained very well. In the troubled times, there are so many dead people, whether they are cultivators or ordinary people in life, they are just white bones after death, and no one can notice it, and no one will notice that the batch of Yueyang war corpses that were transported to various places for burial are actually nothing, and the real war corpses are transported to mass graves everywhere in an anonymous way, that is, the place where the corpses are raised. ”

Xia Xun finished talking, Mo Xian was quiet as if he hadn't answered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Xia Xun looked at him for a while, and then asked, "Senior brother, do you have any ideas?"

Mo Xian glanced at Xia Xun and said, "Between chips and agreements, I prefer the latter. ”

Xia Xun smiled noncommittally, and then asked, "Why?"

"Intuition. ”

"Uh..."

The index finger unconsciously scraped the bridge of his nose, Xia Xun chuckled: "My intuition is quite accurate... Hehe. The index finger was put down, dipped in the tea, Xia Xun drew a box outside the word "plan", and it looked a bit like the word "picture" when connected, and then he continued: "Deep planning requires foresight, and the eyes of the rat are narrow." At the moment of defeat, the possibility of trying to go far is indeed far greater than receiving short-term benefits. After all, only a conspiracy as a precondition can explain the reason why Grandpa was able to mobilize several miles of gathering thunderclouds last night with just a wisp of consciousness attached to Chidori. Perhaps, in essence, everything in that canyon was the dark situation that he had laid down by joining forces with the three senior uncles and ancestors back then. So looking back now, the fundamental reason why Grandpa chose to go north to educate the barbarians may not be the broken arm to survive due to the weakness of the Central Plains, but the deliberate setting up a game to induce Kyoto to uproot his chess pieces on the bright side, creating the illusion that there are no more soldiers available to Taifu in the Tang Dynasty, so as to paralyze the eyes and ears of the world. In fact, he had already transferred his chips to the murderous soil of the corpse on that side, waiting for the times to change. ”

Mo Xian was the shopkeeper of the teahouse who had not woken up from a cold sleep, and then said softly and coldly: "Even if the army was defeated back then, after the war, your grandfather still holds the power of appointment and dismissal of internal affairs in various parts of the Tang Dynasty. The cost of such a plot is too great. ”

"It's just the surface..."

Xia Xun waved his hand and explained lightly: "How can you not get rid of the throat fish? How can there be eggs under the nest? Although the Son of Heaven has not removed his authority after the war because he is afraid of his grandfather's connections, the military power has been fully in the hands of the Tower of Babel, and the position of grandfather's Taifu has become a void, and its energy will be eaten up little by little. When the national fortunes stabilize in the future, the liquidation will inevitably come as scheduled. Even if Grandpa doesn't go into hiding, the edict of the thief twelve years ago will still be promulgated all over the world. On the surface, it is better to live to die secretly, after all, after the end of the war, my grandfather has indeed been defeated. It was precisely because of this calculation that he chose to conspire with those three uncles at the end of the war, and put them to death and survive. ”

Words are like light, dissipating the fog that obscures ahead.

The so-called wisdom of smart people is that their thinking about things is different from ordinary people. The so-called good calculation of good calculations is that their reasoning methods are extremely delicate. And the so-called good strategy of the good strategists is that their logic in analyzing the situation is beyond imagination. The combination of the three, like heaven and man, can often see many things that ordinary people can't see. Just like now, Xia Xun is giving Mo Xian such an almost deified feeling. With just one scene last night, he was able to deduce countless times, and after peeling back the layers of cocoons, he vividly filled one hypothesis after another into a bridge connecting cause and effect, so that the mystery sealed in the abyss of time gradually revealed the truth. Although it is just speculation, the delicate thinking and rigorous logic have made people have to admit that this is the case.

"I remembered the words of the uncle the day before yesterday. Mo Xian sighed coldly.

"What's that?" Xia Xun asked.

"There's something else in the world you don't know. ”

"Uh..."Mo Xian rarely praised others, which made Xia Xun a little embarrassed. Fingers scraped the bridge of his nose and said with a smile: "Then senior brother, you look up to me." What I can deduce, you can imagine if you calm down and think about it. ”

"Humble. Mo Xian said.

"Not modest, truthful. ”

Xia Xun shook his head, erased the pictures on the table with one hand, and said lightly: "Grandpa's layout has always paid attention to the hidden of ordinary people, and what we see now is nothing more than dust covering the surface." There are many questions that we cannot speculate on. For example, the fat road chief who led us to the canyon, who he was, and how could he know grandpa's layout. Another example is what role does grandpa play in this corpse game. Breaking the dragon, raising evil, and refining the holy corpse are all the means of the three masters and ancestors, so where is his purpose. I can't even see that..."

"Could it have something to do with that wisp of blood?" Mo Xian asked.

"There's definitely a relationship. ”

Xia Xun replied categorically: "Judging from yesterday's situation. You and I, and even the old woman of Chunyang, have felt something about that wisp of blood, and this will not be without reason. ”

"But last night was too dangerous. Mo Xian said.

"I know it's risky, but I can't control it. ”

"Why?" Mo asked.

Xia Xun raised his eyes, looked at Mo Xian seriously, and asked, "Maybe you don't believe it, there were a few moments last night, and I really couldn't control my consciousness. Moreover, I always felt that there was some kind of inseparable connection between that strand of blood and me. It's like a part of my body, or a part of my consciousness, and I can even see a lot of inexplicable images from it. I've never felt this before. ”

“......”

Jian Eyebrow sank slightly, and Mo Xian seemed to think of something: "Cover the sky." ”

"You think that, too?"

"Yes. ”

“......”

Xia Xun was speechless.

Whenever it came to the seal that sealed his ten Heavenly Seals, he would always become at a loss. It's like a gluttonous cat staying on the shore, looking at the fish in the river, always wanting to jump into the water, but it is born with water, and it is hairy by its own impulsive thoughts.

My mind was messed up, but from time to time a few innocuous small talk passed the time. The old yellow dog lying on the bluestone steps walked away in a gloomy manner, and no bones ever fell on it. The shopkeeper and Xiaoer, who was sleeping heavily, woke up, and the afternoon sun was too scorching, making him sweat profusely. However, the food was cold, so the young man in the green shirt asked the shopkeeper to help him return to the pot and cook it again. As for the meal on the table that had never moved chopsticks, the shopkeeper was no longer surprised, according to the young man in the green shirt, it was specially reserved for the people who came to pick them up.

It's just that most of the day has passed, and I haven't seen half of the figures...

"Wow... Chirp..."

The pork liver was stir-fried in lard, and the flames burned the aroma of meat, which made the yellow dog salivate, and then wandered back to the door. Knowing the cicadas, the yellow warblers playing, the black tea yellowing, the residents gathered under the big tea trees to chatter gradually scattered away. The woodcutter took up his machete and went up the hill again, the fishermen set up rafts to catch the nets they had cast earlier, and the women of the town packed up their clothes to dry in the ground and replaced them with freshly salted dried fish. Children played, hid in the baskets of the grain field, and giggled and laughed.

The sunrise and sunset are relaxed, and the scenery is pleasant, like the rhythm of the natural life of all things, free and serene, not bound by the smell of worldly copper.

It's heart-wrenching...