Volume 6 Suddenly Chapter 97 The Two Banks of the River (Part 1)
The middle-aged Taoist did not laugh or speak, but just stood quietly aside, as if Yu Lian was paying attention, and Jun Mo's silence had no meaning to him.
At this moment, the rain became smaller, and the sound of hooves and wheels crushing the stones came from the street again. The roasted sweet potato shop on the other end of the town was closed, and the white-haired old man and father and son sat down.
Walking in the ox cart in a light rain, and staying in front of the butcher shop for a while, my son brought out two hot baked sweet potatoes.
Yu Lian and Junmo took the roasted sweet potatoes and nodded. The old man wiped off the raindrops from his white hair, patted the scalper's thick neck, and said, "It will be difficult to eat in the town again in the future."
His family has been roasting sweet potatoes in the small town in front of Taoshan. They have been roasted for a whole thousand years, passed down from ancestors to the present, and have never stopped inheritance. In addition to watching the movement of the temple for the academy, the most important reason is that the Master likes to eat his baking
Sweet potatoes must also be the original stove, in the original town.
The war was about to begin, and the father and son who roasted sweet potatoes evacuated the town. No one dared to stop the temple cavalry outside the town and silently made way.
Yu Lian tore open the slightly burnt hard crust of the roasted sweet potatoes, picked out some red potato meat with his little finger and handed it into his mouth, squisting with his tender lips for a while, and thought that although it was delicious, it was not as exaggerated as the teacher said.
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Jun Mo thought about it and did not eat it on the spot. Instead, he carefully wrapped the roasted sweet potatoes with a handkerchief and put them in his arms. Then he looked at the middle-aged Taoist, his eyes penetrated the autumn rain and didn't know where it fell.
Yu Lian reminded beside him: "That handkerchief is mine."
Jun Mo said, "That's my senior brother."
Yu Lian was a little annoyed and ignored him. He held the roasted sweet potatoes and looked at the butcher in the threshold and said, "Whether the Taoist sect can survive, the master of the spectator doesn't care, and you have no reason to care."
The moment she talked about sweet potatoes and handkerchiefs, the next moment she talked about Taoism and the world, life and sacredness were never so easy to be unified and harmonious, so her words and deeds seemed a bit cute.
Today, the autumn rain falls in the small town. She seems to deliberately let herself go on a cute path.
The butcher raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "How can you, the junior, understand?"
Yu Lian looked around and found that there was no trash can on the street. He threw the roasted sweet potatoes he didn't want to eat onto the ground soaked in rain, and said, "Isn't it just bets on both sides?"
The butcher's thick ink-like eyebrows were getting higher and higher.
Yu Lian said, "The drunkard followed the audience, whether it was a fist or a sinister peeping. Even if he bet there, you came to Taoshan, naturally want to bet with the Taoist sect who was abandoned by the audience. I am very
What I don’t understand is why none of you are willing to bet with me?”
The butcher mocked, "Because there is no Haotian in the academy."
Yu Lian looked at him expressionlessly, and looked at him for a long time. Then he said, "Is there a door? Don't forget to place bets on both sides, as it is most likely to fail at both ends."
The butcher was silent for a moment and said, "If I kill you, I can stand on the river bank and wait for the ending to appear. No matter who wins, it will not harm me."
Yu Lian said, "You must see the end?"
The butcher said, "Yes."
Yu Lian said with a look of hatred for being uncontested: "It's really decayed! Apart from watching and waiting like a dog, I dare not do anything else interesting!"
The butcher walked to the threshold of the butcher shop, picked up the knife on the ground, looked at the dark sky cut by the autumn rain into countless thin strips, and said, "After you have lived for a long enough time, you will be as careful as we do."
Jun Mo didn't say much. Hearing his sigh, he spoke, "Living so carefully, the longer you live, the more boring you may be."
After saying this, he took Yu Liang to the outside of the town. The autumn rain fell on the two brothers and sisters, slightly wet, and the rain on the street was slackened by footsteps.
Standing at the entrance of the town in the autumn rain, Jun Mo said, "I didn't see it."
There was a worry between Yu Lian's eyebrows and said, "According to Ye Hongyu's memories, there should be still remains of the scroll of falling words. If it were not in the hands of that man, where would it be now?"
At this time, the middle-aged Taoist said in a distance: "You two come from afar, why don't you go up the mountain to be a guest?"
Yu Lian turned around and looked at him and said, "No one is required to invite bad guests, I will be exempted today."
The middle-aged Taoist said, "The two gentlemen must always have some knowledge."
Yu Lian said, "I am the leader of the Demon Sect who has been in Xiling for thousands of years and is closest to Taoshan. With this point alone, I am very satisfied. If the butcher doesn't take action, why should I move?"
Jun Mo was much more direct than her. He looked at the middle-aged Taoist and said, "I dare not take it when I see the sect. I just passed on a word to the people of the temple. From today on, Taoshan can only enter and not leave."
The middle-aged Taoist expression changed slightly.
At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the rain and clouds in the sky.
More than a thousand cavalrymen in and outside the town, as well as the priests and deacons hiding in the mountains and woods, listened to Jun Mo's words and the thunder, and were stunned and didn't know how to say anything.
A plain and casual sentence is extremely domineering.
It seems to be a proof of Jun Mo's words. There was a faint sound of horse hooves in the depths of the autumn rain. The earth trembled slightly. The rain accumulated in the puddles shook with light waves. It was still far away because it was too much.
It is so fierce that it gives people the feeling of wind and thunder sweeping across the earth and even autumn rain blowing away.
In the north, the Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty led by Xu Shi himself broke through the three defense lines of the Xiling Temple in the morning and arrived at Qiaobian Town, which is more than 40 miles away from Taoshan.
In the east, hundreds of monk soldiers from the Lanke Temple led by Guanhai Monk were walking silently in the autumn rain. As for those powerful Buddhist sects, including the Master Yidao, they should be able to arrive faster.
In the West, Cheng Lixue, with silver hair, summoned the former family of the Tianyu Temple in Xueshu Township, and was almost approaching. He looked at the Tianyu Temple that grew up in Taoshan, silently and moved.
In the south, countless swords flashed out the sword light. In the gloomy valley, countless trees wet by the rain broke the sword. The blood-colored divine chariot and the white-peared king chariot were guarded by tens of thousands of river troops.
As we approached Taoshan, we met the deacons of the Xiling Temple along the way, we didn't even dare to say anything.
Taoshan was already surrounded and the Xiling Temple was in danger. Jun Mo said that from now on, Taoshan could only enter and not exit. It was not that he was too domineering, but that the academy now has the qualification to say this.
What is shocking is that the academy did not immediately start attacking Taoshan, or had any connection with the butcher in the town, and it seemed that there were other reasons.
The academy seemed to be waiting for something. At the same time, many people noticed that at this important moment, Ning Que was not there, and Long Qing was not there.
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One day before, Ning Que ended his experience of watching the cracked stones in Lanke Temple. Looking at the hundreds of statues of Sangsang in front of the Rain Hall, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He picked out a stone statue that he was most satisfied with and put it in his arms. It was a sleeping figure of Sangsang. She slept on the hot and straight kang, but she still shrank together coldly, trying to get into someone's arms.
Her feet were exposed outside the bedding, as white as two snow-white lotus flowers, tender and tender.
He left Mount Wa in the autumn rain and embarked on the journey of finding Sangsang again, but this time he seemed to have a lot of confidence, as if he had some perception in the dark, and went straight to the north.
Before Washan was the State of Song. There was an unknown town at the junction of Song and Yan. The day he walked into the town, snow suddenly fell from the sky. I heard it was the first snow this year.
The only butcher shop in the town has been closed, and the calligraphy and painting shop is still there. Because the drunkard who likes to drink has gone, there is only the fragrance of tea and ink in the shop.
Ning Que walked into the calligraphy and painting shop, put the fried chicken he bought in the previous town on the table, looked at the boss with a slightly hunched back and said, "Drink two drinks with me?"
He turned to Xiaoshu, looked at him and shook his head, and took two wine cups.
Zhang San and Li Si heard the sound. When they rushed to the front shop, they found it was him. They were shocked. They subconsciously looked around and then carried the door panel shop as fast as possible to close it. Then they came to greet him.
"I've met uncle."
Ning Que nodded and signaled them to bring a bowl to serve rice wine. He said, "The butcher is in Taoshan, and the drunkard is chasing his senior brother, so don't pay attention to those things."
He said to Xiaoshu: "It took me a long time to arrange this structure."
Ning Que said: "So no matter how cautious you are, you should? OK. I admit that I came here today just to break this game, and I don't want you to continue this game."
He said to Xiaoshu, "Can you kill him?"
Ning Que was silent. With the unlimited and infinite dual realm of the drunkard, even if the eldest brother and the third sister joined forces, they might not be able to really kill him, let alone him.
"I'm going to the north, and I always feel that there are some problems with this trip." He looked at Xiaoshu quietly and said, "Go back to Chang'an City, sister-in-law, children, and old man are waiting for you."
He didn't respond to Xiaoshu, raised the wine cup and said, "I've drunk this glass of wine."
It is better to drink it all out to show sincerity.
He said to Xiaoshu, "Then go."
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Ning Que was driven out of the town and had to continue walking north with a stone statue in his arms.
He could not know the specific location, but he knew it was in the north.
The town is at the intersection of Song and Yan. Not far from the town, it enters Yan territory. Here there is a river that flows horizontally with Si, flowing from north to south into the Daze, then into the Da River, and finally into the sea.
Ning Que rode a big dark horse and walked among the fields and hills on the east bank of the river.
It was early winter, and the river was wet and condensed, and the fog was often heavy, especially in the morning, which was very different from the world.
Ning Que felt that he had seen his reflection in the fog.
The fog on the river seemed to have turned into a mirror.
It was not until the rising sun was getting higher and the fog dissipated that he realized that there was no mirror hidden in the fog. The river was not his own shadow, but a man riding a horse like himself.
The man was also wearing black clothes and riding a dark horse, which looked very similar to him.
The only difference is that Ning Que was wearing a black courtyard uniform, and the man was wearing a black robe.
That person is Longqing.
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(Actually, I really want to say to Xiaoshu: Let's go? Ning Que said: Let's go, then drink the wine in a glass. When I was drinking at Xiaoshu, I said to Xiaoshu: Then you go... Isn't it all right?
It's comfortable, but this chapter is well written, I can be sure of this, so I feel a little comforted.)