Not less than a few months had passed since Hua Ling was observed to be injured by a bullet. At that time, when Hua Ling saw a rural boy, the water mirrors in both worlds could no longer see the picture of Hua Ling.
It was like there was something on the young man's body blocking the observation of the water mirror, but it was clear that the water mirror was still normal when the young man was not close to Hua Ling.
The water mirror is omnipresent and omnipotent, and is even more practical than the ladder to heaven. It is the most common existence in a world full of spiritual energy. What will be blocking it?
The Emperor of Heaven seemed to have a guess, but could not directly confirm it.
It was not easy to send people down to observe Hua Ling now. He knew that Hua Ling would participate in a very important battle for a certain country. If he sent people down, it might lead to consequences that would not even reverse Hua Ling's ability to change.
, but don’t add any obstruction.
Human affairs still need to be solved by humans themselves, and gods can only provide objective interference.
Even if this causes mortals to not believe in gods, it doesn't matter. Gods don't live off other people's beliefs anyway.
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When Hua Ling, Wei Lai, and the Qian family brothers and sisters came to the recruitment office, they saw many people in ragged clothes and stooped shapes but with firm eyes. Maybe they were trying to protect their families and country, or maybe most of them wanted to give themselves a value in life.
"These days, famine is serious in many areas. Fortunately, you can still get a piece of food if you join the army." Qian Jun looked at the thin people around him and couldn't help but sigh.
After hearing this, I thought about it for a while and said: "In fact, it is considered an exchange of equal value. The country provides food and we defend the country. It is quite good!"
I don’t know whether childish and simple thinking is good or bad.
"Originally, after the wars and famines decades ago, many people were living everywhere. Now the homeless people have joined the army, and they have some sense of belonging." Hua Ling sighed, and then
Grabbing a few people and moving forward together, "Let's go, we still need to register."
Registering to join the army is actually not difficult. Everyone has the physical fitness, dedication and national awareness.
that is……
"Are you... a man?" When the soldier who was registering with a pen and paper heard Hua Ling say that he was a man, he couldn't help but look at Hua Ling's braided braids on his back.
Hua Ling's hairstyle is to comb all the hair back except for the bangs, and then braid it into twists from large to small from top to bottom. The bangs are parted in the middle to reach the cheeks.
In addition, it was difficult to tell the gender of Hua Ling due to her delicate appearance, and the soldiers did not believe that even after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, men still had long hair, even though it was not a short haircut.
Hua Ling was stunned for a moment and understood what the other party meant: "Do you want to cut it off?"
The soldier nodded: "Of course I have to cut it. It's a lot of trouble in the team with long hair."
It was not that he couldn't understand. Hua Ling nodded. After the soldiers registered Hua Ling and his party, he found a place to get his hair cut.
Qian Le looked regretful when Hua Ling got her hair cut: "What a beautiful hair...it's such a pity to have it cut."
Hua Ling smiled: "It's okay, it will grow out eventually."
In the end, Hua Ling cut herself off, went to the registered soldier, wiped her hair and asked, "Is this enough?"
The soldier was stunned at first, not seeing who was in front of him: "Who are you...?"
Hua Ling scratched the corner of his mouth, pointed at himself and said, "Hua Ling, that boy with long hair, the one with white hair." Then he grabbed his own head and said with a smile, "Look, the roots of my hair are also white."
The soldier vaguely remembered "long white hair" when he heard it, and said as if he suddenly realized: "Ah - it's you, you are really willing to cut it so short, I thought you would hide it and delay cutting it until you are discovered tomorrow and the day after tomorrow...
"
Like what the soldier said, some people do. After all, long hair has to be kept for a long time, and short hair can be pulled out in one stroke. It's not because the Qing Dynasty had to maintain the hairstyle. People who can take the trouble to stay generally take good care of their hair.
of.
But Hua Ling can't. He can control the growth rate of his hair by himself, because his whole person is irrational.
"That's not the case. I'll listen to anything that makes sense. Now that it's passed, I'll go back to the house." After saying that, Hua Ling wanted to leave.
Suddenly the soldier stopped him: "Hey, Comrade Hua, wait a minute."
"Huh?" Hua Ling looked at the soldier in confusion.
"Is your hair... caused by illness, or is it the blood of foreigners?"
"I'm sick."
"What's the disease?"
"I don't know either. I lost all my hair due to the illness when I was young. It grew back this color after I recovered. But my eyebrows and other body hair are still black." Hua Ling rubbed his eyebrows to show the soldiers.
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The soldier nodded clearly and waved his hand to indicate that Hua Ling could leave.
After Hua Ling left, the partition curtain in the room was opened by the people inside. An older soldier squinted and looked in the direction where Hua Ling left: "What's the name of that child?"
"Hua Ling, dad, what's wrong?" The soldier turned back to look at the old soldier.
The old soldier closed the partition curtain and said inside: "The miraculous doctor our ancestors of the Chen family met was also named Hua, and he was also a young man with white hair." There was a rustling sound, as if he was looking for something.
The soldier scratched his head, wondering what the old soldier meant: "You mean... Hua Ling is a descendant of that miracle doctor?"
"I think, more than that." The old soldier opened the partition curtain again and placed an intact jade pendant on the table in front of the soldier. The jade pendant was engraved with the word "Hua Ling" in small seal script, and there were ropes on the top and bottom for threading.
holes, but now no lanyards or tassels.
The soldier did not dare to act rashly. He just looked closely at the priceless jade pendant in front of him. He found that there seemed to be words engraved on it but he could not understand it. He looked at the old soldier again: "Dad, is this?"
"This has been passed down from your distant grandfather's generation. According to legend, the miracle doctor named Hua said that your distant grandfather's illness was due to the feng shui of the house and the conflict with evil spirits. The miracle doctor took off his jade pendant to ward off evil spirits. He also said
If he moves, remember to take it with him, so that no matter how long it takes, he believes that the jade pendant will always return to his hands."
The soldier looked at the jade pendant in surprise: "What happened next?"
"Then? Later, of course, the strange disease subsided, and our Chen family lived and worked in peace and contentment. No matter which generation, this jade pendant is regarded as a treasure. Everyone hopes to meet the descendants of the miracle doctor and hand over the jade pendant to its original owner."
The old soldier's words surprised the soldier and didn't know what to say, but he then thought again: "So I want to return the jade pendant to Hua Ling? But what if it's just a coincidence?"
The old soldier took the jade pendant in his hand again and looked at it: "The same surname may indeed be a coincidence, but the same young man with gray hair is very rare, and..."
The soldier approached the old soldier: "And what?"
"The words engraved on it are the name left by the miracle doctor back then: 'Hua Ling'."
The old soldier's words made the soldier unbelievable. There were actually very few chances for descendants to have the same name as their ancestors. Many families would avoid repeated names unless...
"That miracle doctor couldn't have lived hundreds of years ago to the present, right?" This is too scary to think about. In this way, wouldn't Hua Ling be an immortal ghost? A goblin?