Zhou Bai thought of the hot-blooded foolish and loyal man.

"Mr. Zhou! Hongyu girl! In the past, I didn't want to see you again on the riverside, and I was really happy. As soon as Zhou Bai entered the barracks, he saw that Zuo Qianhu had been waiting outside the tent for a long time.

Zhou Bai's heart warmed, and he arched his hand and said, "General Zuo, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

General Zuo said enthusiastically: "Sir, please also tell me in the account." ”

There are special regulations in the Xiahou army, because the soldiers are confronting foreign races in the north, but the temperature difference between day and night in northern Xinjiang is very large, and the winter is extremely cold, so the army does not prohibit alcohol. It is now the late autumn period, and General Zuo, as General Pingnan, must of course abide by military orders, so he can set up a banquet in the military tent to feast Zhou Baihongyu.

During the banquet, I heard what General Zuo said, Zhou Baifang knew about the Beijing Division, when Zhou Bai beheaded Cihang Pudu, and the Taiyuan Guozijian divided the government and the opposition, although Zuo Qianhu was Xiahou's subordinate, Confucianism did not dare to move it easily, and he was afraid that this person would become a nail buried by Xiahou, so he tried his best to transfer Zuo Qianhu.

Although Zuo Qianhu is a foolish and loyal person, he is loyal to Daliang and Xiahou, and Confucianism is too ugly, and he has no right to interfere as a general of the Jingshi. Just when he was about to be in trouble, Xiahou sent an order to the border to lead his army south and choke the Jingchu artery to prevent foreign races from going south to provoke.

While talking and laughing, General Zuo was quite puzzled why General Xiahou suddenly passed on such an order.

Although Zhou Bai had a guess, he couldn't say it, so he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Hongyu couldn't help but speak, "General Zuo has been stationed here for a long time, haven't you heard of the undercurrent under the surface of Jiangcheng?"

Zuo Qianhu said seriously, "Mr. Zhou still doesn't want to be involved in this matter, according to the investigation of the three hundred secret agents sent by the border, there will be a big chaos in Jiangcheng recently, and this big chaos is caused by the provocation of foreign races." After speaking, Zuo Qianhu looked around and saw that there was no one else in the tent, so he poked his head out and whispered to Zhou Bai.

"Ten days later, our army will cross the river south and sweep away the foreign spies near Jiangcheng. Mr. and Da Liang have a life-saving grace, and I don't want to hurt Mr. by mistake at that time, so I hope that Mr. will not go to Jiangcheng in the near future. ”

Zhou Bai looked at Zuo Qianhu with some admiration, it is indeed rare to see such an upright person.

Zhou Bai raised his glass and said with a smile: "Why don't you live next to the general in the near future, and then cross the river after Jing Chu's business?"

Zuo Qianhu laughed, "So good, so good." Sir, please rest assured, although the military orders of my Xuanjia Army are not very strict, they are also prohibited, and they will not disturb Mr. 's life. ”

Full of wine and food, Zhou Bai repeatedly refused Zuo Qianhu's send-off, and left the Jiangbei military camp with Hongyu, which gave people a sense of depression.

Standing on top of the two-story wooden building built with the help of the Xuanjia soldiers, Zhou Bai finally couldn't help laughing.

Hongyu couldn't help laughing, "This Zuo Qianhu is also stupid and cute." ”

Zhou Bai smiled: "Such a character is its flaw, but it is also its advantage. At least in the face of this kind of person, even Xiahou is only willing to use it, and does not want to harm it. ”

Huan'er, dressed in a plain robe, walked on the familiar and unfamiliar streets, but found that she did not miss as much as she imagined, and she was still so familiar with the stalls around her, and some could even call out the name of the shopkeeper.

However, even though I am standing in front of me, it is as if I am in a different world.

"This is...... Xiaohuan, right?" The old man who sold rock sugar gourds next to him asked tentatively, although his clothes were completely different from a few months ago, and the aura on his body was also a little awe-inspiring, but the familiar face still reminded him of the little maid who often dragged his son to buy sugar gourds.

"Are you a monk?" said the old man suspiciously.

Huan'er was stunned, she didn't expect that someone would recognize her, and when she saw the old man, she remembered the other party's name, but she couldn't say it anymore.

"Also, the Chu family suffered from this catastrophe, and it is a good thing for Xiaohuan to become a monk. The old man's compassionate gaze pierced Huan'er's heart.

"What's wrong with the Chu family? What's wrong with the young master?" Huan'er put aside the nonsense in her heart and asked anxiously.

"This is Huan'er, right?" The old woman selling refreshments next to her also came up, and several people talked about the destruction of the Chu family.

The chaotic words could no longer be heard, and Huan'er only had the word extinguishing the door in her ears.

If it was before leaving the house, she might still ask curiously what is the destruction of the door. Now she already knows too many things that too many sons don't want to tell her.

No, it won't. I'm going to find Childe, I'm going to find Childe.

The figure suddenly disappeared into the crowd, causing the vendors to scream.

"Was it a ghost just now?" "You also saw it?" "You too?" "Xiaohuan hasn't seen him for a few months, can't he worship the fairy gate?" The fear in the hearts of several people gradually faded away in the discussion, and the topic was pulled into the parents and country gossip.

The breeze blew, Huan'er stopped in front of a ruin, all she could see was ruins, the tall door in her heart was now at her feet, quietly walking into the ruins, the broken bricks and stone walls on the ground had long blocked the original gravel path on the ground.

Huan'er walked along the path in her dream, stepping on broken bricks and walking towards the courtyard, the grass and trees in the courtyard had disappeared, and only the smell of burnt paste stimulated Huan'er's sense of smell.

"There must be an index. Huan'er silently recited the mantra in her mouth, and the spirit rune in her hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and a cyan flame danced in front of her and flew out of the city.

Huan'er stepped on the jade ring and flew up, and after a while, the cyan flame had already arrived at a cemetery, and it burned out and dissipated after a circle.

A messy forest of new graves stood in front of Huan'er, some without names and some were people she knew in the past, bypassing the tombstone in front of her step by step, and a traction in her heart guided Huan'er to continue to walk towards the depths of the cemetery.

Suddenly, Huan'er felt a shock in her heart, and when she looked up, a slanted stone tablet came into view. 'The Tomb of Chu Chen of the Chu Clan in Jingzhou', poof,,, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and splashed on this newly erected tombstone.

How can it be.... Huan'er's eyes turned black and she fell to the ground.

No, my life is still not broken, why has my son passed away? took out a doll from her arms, and the doll had a long hair wrapped around her right arm, which she had specially plucked from Chu Chen's head at that time.

After learning the fate spell, she pulled Chu Chen's life, and if Chu Chen encountered a calamity, she would immediately perceive it.

The fate spell should not be wrong, isn't it true that the son is not dead yet?As soon as the words fell, the hair tied on the doll's arm slowly withered and then broke.

A mysterious spiritual power evaded Huan'er's perception and dissipated from the broken hair.

Mao Jiu, who was sitting on the Yellow Crane Tower, felt something, stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, and the dissipated aura was withdrawn by Mao Jiu. "Huan'er, don't blame the teacher, if Chu Chen doesn't die, how can you concentrate on cultivation. Since you don't want to break the fate, what if the teacher will help you break it?"