"What are those two kids doing?! Are they drinking again!"

An old monk wearing washed-white monk robes rushed over and fiercely took the wine from Meng Tangan's hand: "Confiscated!"

Meng Tangan looked at the wine gourd hanging on his waist in silence: "Your words are not convincing at all."

Ying Ming, who was affected by Chi Yu, sadly pointed to the sky and swore: "I really didn't drink."

Of course, in the end, I still couldn’t escape the fate of being punished for copying Buddhist scriptures a hundred times.

"Look now, you might as well share the spoils with me earlier." Meng Tang Ansheng was lying on the table helplessly, biting the pen holder, half of his fair cheeks had a red mark, he was a little childish, and his eyes were full of tears, really.

While crying, "My hair is going bald."

Sixth Senior Sister hugged her: "Master loves you the most. You copied it twice and fooled me. When did Master really pursue it?"

Meng Tang'an leaned against her senior sister's arms and said, "Senior sister is the one who loves me the most. I like senior sister the most."

Ying Ming: "..."

Is he always the one who gets hurt?

Then he leaves?

The third senior brother also helped her copy and was very satisfied with her handwriting: "It's very good. I can imitate it one step closer."

There was also a senior brother who was eating melon seeds next to him and said quietly: "Xiao Tang'an, what does this wine taste like? I don't remember it every time."

"Food is nature." Meng Tang'an said deeply, "It's human nature."

"There are more and more false ideas every day." Ying Ming rolled his eyes.

The health-preserving pot lies on the tea table, acting like an ordinary pot, lying down and pretending to be dead, with no hope of life.

Outside the window lattice, there is bright sunshine in September. Surrounded by a group of people, the slender figure is leaning lazily in front of the table. Three thousand green hairs are like a waterfall, tied with a white hairband, and a white skirt is spread on the ground.

Like a sea of ​​flowers and clouds, the fairy spirit floats in the air.

She held her chin, and there were volumes of Buddhist scriptures scattered on the table. Halfway through writing, the master threw them aside. Her eyelashes were curled and drooped, and her peach blossom eyes were clean and affectionate. She could see the whole thing at a glance, so clear.

Incredible, almost innocent and pure.

He tapped his fingertips boredly and played with the black bone whistle hanging from his collar.

This was the only thing on Meng Tang'an's body when she was found from the lower reaches of the upper Qingjiang River.

Bone whistle?

Does she like bone whistles?

"How about we do something big?" She couldn't figure it out and stopped thinking about it. She was eager to give it a try, as if she would turn into a butterfly and fly out in the next second.

"What are you going to do again?" Ying Ming stared at her warily.

"We secretly ran down the mountain and amazed everyone!"

"You're dreaming!!"

This time, everyone sternly rejected her, giving various reasons, but the bottom line was that it wouldn't work.

"I really just want to see what it's like at the bottom of the mountain."

"Master will not let you go down the mountain, so give up."

Meng Tang'an also thought about it as soon as it came out, and put the matter behind him in a blink of an eye. His eyes fell on the yard, and his voice was gentle and soft: "Let's plant peach trees."

"Ah?" Senior sister looked outside, "Why do you want to plant peach trees?"

"There is no reason for her to do things, and she can only be happy."

"Little junior sister can do whatever she wants. Senior brother, are you going to dig a hole now?"

Meng Tangan was quiet for a while, unconsciously stroking the bone whistle hanging on his collar with his fingertips. His eyes were clean and quiet, looking at the ginkgo tree in the courtyard with a sense of confusion.

"I just feel that next year's peach blossom wine will be delicious..."

The old man looked outside indifferently for a long time, drank all the wine that Meng Tangan finally got, and walked down the mountain humming a little tune.

"Master." Eldest brother said warmly, "Do you still want to tear up the missing person notice at the foot of the mountain?"

Missing notices about Meng Tangan are plastered all over the country, day after day.

"Tear it up quickly, what are you going to do with it?"

The old man waved his hand: "This stinky girl wants to run down the mountain all day long. What good is there at the bottom of the mountain? You have to keep an eye on me!"

The little junior sister was brought back by Master not long ago. She was dying at that time, but she was finally rescued. She is good-looking, quirky, and can play music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Even more so - the surviving wife of Xu Beihou.

She is the best at coaxing people, and her talent and beauty are rare. The brothers, sisters, and even the elders in the temple are very respectful of her. They love her so much that they forget about everything and pamper her like a child.

It's just... I heard that the arrogant and noble Xu Beihou went crazy looking for someone, and made such a big noise, senior brother was really worried that one day there would be trouble in the temple.

The old monk drank wine and walked down the mountain: "God has arranged the greatest thing. Some people are destined to miss it in this life."

"Go back, and remember to ask that girl to buy Su Ji's wine next time, it's so delicious!"

…

Two hundred thousand troops arrived at the frontier day and night.

"Xie Xun!" A joyous voice sounded, and Pei Haofan walked out of the tent. He had aged a lot during the years of exposure to wind and sun on the frontier. His face was resolute, and his temples were gray. The traces of time could be seen. He might have been seriously injured before.

Because of his recovery, his face was still a little weak, "I knew you would come!"

He knew it from the beginning.

Is the golden lin a thing in the pond?

Pei Haofan was kind to Xie Xun and was his mentor. Xie Xun handed over his hand: "Master."

"Come in, the soldiers are here too. Is everything okay in the capital?"

"Everything is fine."

"What's wrong with your throat?" General Pei frowned.

"I accidentally got hurt," Xie Xun said in an understatement.

"What's going on? Is it still okay?"

"Maybe."

General Pei let out a long sigh.

He wasn't here in Beijing, but he heard a lot about it.

Emperor Yan died and a new emperor ascended the throne. He was in the frontier and could not return to Beijing.

The night Emperor Yan died, General Pei sat there all night.

He didn't expect it to be so soon.

Liang Xi must die after him.

I remember back then, when they were still young people, we were able to bring peace to the world together and meet to see the prosperous times together!

Why... break your promise?

General Pei pulled himself away from his thoughts and looked at the sharp and thin profiles of the people around him. They were particularly determined in the yellow sand. They had the spirit of a young man and the composure of a general.

But he lost his wife only a month ago.

Pei Haofan moved his lips, but finally said nothing and patted Xie Xun on the shoulder.

Xie Xun’s achievements were achieved on the battlefield.

When the boy was fifteen or twenty, he won the horse riding on foot!

Both modest and arrogant, he naturally became one with the soldiers, fighting together on the battlefield, stationed at the border drinking and eating, free and easy, just like blood relatives.

After two years, Xie Xun finally came back. Not only General Pei, but millions of soldiers also cheered.

The war did not leave them any time to reminisce, and this first battle began!

General Pei was ill, so he handed over the position of general to Xie Xun and joined the battle as deputy general.

Originally, at his age, he should have disbanded his troops and returned to his fields, but the old man insists on defeating Nanliang, and there is nothing anyone else can do.

Xie Xun is now a million-strong warrior, and he can conquer all nine provinces with one sword!

In one month, four cities in Nanliang were plundered, and good news came one after another!

"He has never lost a battle so far. He never disappoints people." Old General Pei said with emotion.

The Holy One is delighted, and the people are overjoyed.

October is even colder.

Xie Xun led a million-strong army from Northern Yan towards Suicheng City in Southern Liang.

Wherever the cavalry went, Nanliang soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor, abandoned the city and fled.

The troops are approaching the city.
Chapter completed!