() Following the crowded flow of people to a busy intersection, the leading carriage drove into the side road first.
The path is not big, just wide enough for a carriage to drive in. The horses with iron hoofs slowly walked on the bluestone path, turning left and right all the way, and finally came to a rather spacious courtyard with two sides.
There are numerous horse carriages, large and small, gorgeous and ordinary, parked in many stables.
The convoy transporting goods parked in the open stable one after another. After registering their names with a boy next to the yard, more than a dozen guys hugged each other and talked loudly and ran out of the yard.
When they come to Shuguang City, they have to have a lot of fun. What they hope most, after staying in the sect all day long as handymen, is to stay in Shuguang City for one or two more days.
On the left side of the exit of the trail is the door of a rather large inn. At this time, in the second-floor window above the inn door, an old man with white hair calmly watched the people talking and laughing underground gradually walking towards the downtown area.
The words that were calm and unhurried came out slowly from Uncle Gao's mouth;
"Are all the goods we need arranged?"
The listener was a middle-aged shopkeeper who was nodding and bowing in the room. The fat middle-aged shopkeeper was wearing a large Chinese robe, bowed slightly and said to the old man's back by the window;
"Executive executive, I've already asked someone to purchase the goods you need. They will be delivered to our inn early tomorrow morning. Do you want to see if you want to play something tonight..." He asked tentatively in front of him.
old man.
Uncle Gao turned around and shook his head gently;
"Excuse me, shopkeeper. I'll go and collect the reward from the guy below later. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
The middle-aged shopkeeper lowered his head and hesitated for a while before raising his head slightly to glance at the senior manager. He looked like he was speechless.
"Do you have anything else to do?" The senior executive asked in surprise when he saw that the fat shopkeeper hadn't left yet.
"Pfft!" The fat shopkeeper stretched out his legs and knelt directly in front of the senior management and said sincerely;
"Senior executive, please take me back to the sect for the sake of your dedication and dedication for so many years since I was young."
After hearing the fat shopkeeper's words, Uncle Gao did not answer him immediately. He turned around and walked to the window, looking at the bustling downtown with countless colored lights hanging on the roof, revealing the most beautiful fireworks.
The old face covered with many vicissitudes of life and many wrinkles sighed impatiently, and then gently responded to the fat shopkeeper behind him;
"Mao Er, some things are not as simple as you think. You may not be able to practice if you come back to the sect with me. The journey of a monk is the most difficult and dangerous. If not, why would I come to the Servant House in the heyday of my youth? It's because
People like me cannot advance to a higher level in cultivation."
"But I still want to enter the sect. Even if I am a handyman, I will go. Do you know that I am a high-ranking executive? When I look at those free and easy cultivators flying in the sky, my heart is unwilling to be in this city of dawn.
To be a shopkeeper, I want to practice! I want to soar in the sky..."
The fat shopkeeper's fat face was red, and he excitedly expressed his dream in his heart.
The colorful lights reflected on Uncle Gao's old face at this moment, adding a touch of strange color to Uncle Gao. He seemed to be talking to himself or to the fat shopkeeper behind him;
"When all sentient beings embark on this road, there is a fog in front of them. There is too much jealousy and too many constraints. If you bear it silently, you will not suffer. There is too much pain that cannot be compensated. You can only cry secretly holding the memories..."
I don't know when the young man in civilian clothes stood by the door, blankly staring at the lonely figure standing by the window. The man in civilian clothes had a red bandage on his chest, showing that he was
The strange man whom Uncle Gao and his friends rescued on the way. Feeling those two sentences, and carefully comprehending the charm.
He turned around thoughtfully and looked straight at the man who was looking at him blankly. Uncle Gao waved his big hand mercilessly, and the fat shopkeeper who was kneeling on the ground left dimly.
After closing the door and looking at the fat shopkeeper leaving, the strange man could see the unwillingness, resentment, and impatience in his lonely eyes...
"Call me Uncle Gao, they all call me that"
Uncle Gao, who had been sitting on a chair against the wall for a long time, called to the strange man to come and sit down.
"Where am I?" the strange man who got down asked Uncle Gao.
"You were in the City of Dawn, fell from the sycamore forest on the road, and were brought together by us into this inn located in the City of Dawn."
"Do you have any more questions?" Uncle Gao poured the teacup in front of the strange man and asked calmly.
The bright candlelight in the room can clearly illuminate the confused and ignorant look on the face of the strange man at this moment.
Uncle Gao inadvertently looked at the strange man in front of him. His face was originally arrogant, arrogant, and bohemian, but his face was covered by ignorance and confusion. But the experienced Uncle Gao still saw traces of it.
Seeing the strange man nodding in confusion, Uncle Gao sipped the tea in his hand and asked;
"What's your name? Where are you from, why..."
"Ling Chen, I only know that my name is Ling Chen, I don't remember the rest." The strange man looked at his hands in surprise and found that it was so difficult to hold the tea cup.
"Um"
Seeing the confusion and pain in the strange man's lowered head, Uncle Gao stood up and walked in front of the strange man. His big wrinkled hands held the arms of the young man named 'Ling Chen' and carefully massaged them all the way down.
to the top of the palm...
Feeling the difference between his tendons and others, Uncle Gao raised his brows slightly...
"Your hand tendon was severely injured. Although it is not broken, it is very fragile. It will take at least a year to recover." Surprisingly, when Uncle Gao said this, he did not see the slightest hint of pain on Ling Chen's face.
He was astonished, as if this injured body was not his own.
"Then according to what you said, my feet are like this too." Ling Chen lowered his head and looked at his feet that were experiencing severe pain.
Uncle Gao knelt down in surprise and touched the soles of Ling Chen's feet through his clothes.
Uncle Gao shook his head and touched Ling Chen's knees again, then nodded slightly and said;
"There's nothing wrong with your hamstrings, but the bones in your knees are broken and there's a bigger gap. Just like your hands, you'll need at least a year to recover."
"Am I a useless person?" Ling Chen murmured as he looked out the colorful window.
Uncle Gao sat back on the chair opposite Ling Chen, hesitated for a moment and comforted;
"That's not the case, but you can't do too heavy work within this year, but I will arrange some easier jobs for you. After all, there is no one who works hard in the yard."
Ling Chen, who was leaning against the wall, felt complicated at the moment. He only knew his own name. He had forgotten everything else, not even his parents. What on earth was going on?
The more he thought about it, the pain that penetrated into his soul was felt in Ling Chen's mind, forcing him to withdraw from deep thought.
Ling Chen's face showed a ferocious color, and large beads of sweat were flowing on his forehead. Looking sideways at Ling Chen, who was sweating profusely and with a painful expression, Uncle Gao sighed impatiently;
"Young people, if you can't remember it, stop thinking about it. We can't always live in the past. Look at the reality. What we should think about is living."
Uncle Gao, who was well versed in human relations, thought that Ling Chen had lost his memory in the ongoing war, which did not arouse his suspicion. After all, the person who previously detected Ling Chen was indeed an ordinary person. To be precise, he was someone who could practice but had mediocre qualifications.
of ordinary people.
Now that he has been rescued, just take him back to the entrance of the gate and take care of this half-disabled young man. It is better than having him homeless outside.
Waving to Ling Chen to go back to the house to rest, Uncle Gao sat silently on a chair by the window, meditating alone.
Ling Chen returned to the room and lay down on the bed, and gradually fell asleep. Maybe he was too tired, maybe he was longing for the past memories, but he dreamed of a man in a bloody robe fighting in the yellow sand.
It was a dark sky, fresh blood was flowing on the ground, and on the hill where countless scraps and severed limbs were piled up, he saw a man in blood robes.
The man in the blood robe stood firmly on the top of the mountain of corpses like a god of war standing tall on the sky and the earth. The face of the man in the blood robe could not be seen clearly due to his scattered hair.
The man in the blood-robed man's face was covered with bloodstains and stood in the sea of blood among the mountains of corpses. A bloodthirsty sword firmly supported his body behind his back, preventing him from falling. As if he was a bystander, Ling Chen remained silent.
Climbing up the mountain of corpses in the sea of blood, he came to the man in blood robe with disheveled hair, and doubtfully avoided the wet blood thread of the man in blood robe.
Looking at the familiar face under the bloodshot eyes in shock...
"ah"
Ling Chen suddenly woke up from his sleep with a murmur of sleep! He straightened up and gasped for breath...
"Uh, this"
Two young men in the room were squatting on the bench, holding chopsticks and holding boiling vegetables in an iron pot on the table...
The two young men were suspicious of the chopsticks floating in the air. The two doubtful faces turned their heads and looked straight at Ling Chen, who was sitting on the bedside and breathing heavily.
"Brother, do you want to have a bite?" Zuo Chun looked at Ling Chen who was gradually calming down and chewed the cooked vegetables in his mouth.
"Uh, who are you?" He grabbed the washcloth hanging on the bed and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Ling Chen asked the two young men sitting next to the small table in confusion.
Soy Sauce on the side looked at Ling Chen who spoke and said;
"We are the guys brought by Uncle Gao. We were the ones who saved you on the way."
Zuo Chun took advantage of the gap between Soy Sauce and Ling Chen's conversation, while vigorously picking up the cooked vegetables in the iron pot, tilting his head and saying;
"Your name is Ling Chen. When we came back, we asked Uncle Gao. Uncle Gao told us about your situation, but it's okay. My name is Zuo Chun, and his name is Soy Sauce. My two brothers are protecting you at Luo Ri Men.
It won’t be a big deal”
Soy Sauce also looked at Ling Chen on the bedside with concern. As a result, all the dishes he liked in the pot were pushed into the bowl by Zuo Chun.
"Gurgling" his stomach growled unconsciously. Ling Chen looked at Soy Sauce who was staring at him and smiled awkwardly.
"Hey, Ling Chen, come here quickly. I'll help you get a pair of bowls and chopsticks from below." After saying that, Soy Sauce opened the door and trotted out.
Looking down at the soy sauce leaving the room, Zuo Chun stood up fiercely, pointed at the bubbling and boiling iron pot, and started stroking violently, big stroking, special stroking.
He also said to Ling Chen, who was sitting next to him and was dumbfounded, with dancing eyebrows;
"Ling Chen, the soy sauce guy likes coriander and hates green onions the most. Later I will pour all the reserved green onions into the pot to see if the guy still eats it. Haha, what? Ling Chen, don't you like green onions too?
…”
"Uh." Looking at Zuo Chun who was tinkering in front of him, Ling Chen's suppressed mood was no longer so impetuous. He looked at Zuo Chun with a half-smile as he kept pouring a bag of ingredients into the pot. After pouring it, he didn't forget to put it in the pot.
Stir in one pass.
After the boiling soup in the pot and the newly added ingredients were mixed together, Zuo Chun put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and started chatting with Ling Chen next to him.
After a while, the soy sauce with bowls and chopsticks closed the door and sat down on the bench. The three of them took chopsticks! It officially started...
"Huh? Do you smell anything?" Soy Sauce, whose nose was extremely sensitive, smelled the strange smell floating in the air and asked Ling Chen and Zuo Chun beside him in confusion.
Zuo Chun pouted the bulging cooked vegetables in his mouth and said hungrily;
"It doesn't have any taste, this is the taste of this dish." I was already overjoyed and happy.
Ling Chen wasn't particularly picky about food, but when he tasted the taste in his mouth, it was as if he had never tasted it in a thousand years, and he was intoxicated by it for a while.
"Really?" Soy Sauce, who was dubious, picked up the chopsticks and looked at the expressions of the two of them. The chopsticks were inserted into the hot iron pot, but they were surprised to pick out a shiny onion.
Soy Sauce, whose face turned cold instantly, roared wildly;