Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Sources of Calm (Part 1)
Ye Hongyu stood on the field, looking at the back that walked into the tent, and was silent for a long time, with some complicated emotions in her eyes, and then she turned around and walked back to the chariot.
As the sun sets, the cavalry returns to the camp, and the sound of the piano and flute in Qingxia gradually fades away.
Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhu stopped playing, but their emotions were still immersed in the previous atmosphere, and the excitement, pleasure and fatigue were mixed together until they were awakened by a heavy shot.
The fourth senior brother glanced at Wang Chi, signaled him to prepare, and then stretched out his palm and hit Beigong and Ximen hard on the back, making a very heavy move.
Beigong and Ximen felt a severe pain, their chests were shaken, and they vomited blood with a thud. They were at ease. Before they could even angrily ask their senior brother what they meant, Wang Chi stuffed two pills into his mouth.
A fresh medicine instantly spread between their chest and abdomen. The previous feeling of being bored and manic was wiped out. The two felt much more comfortable, and then they understood why the senior brother was trying to beat him.
"If you work hard like you, you won't last long."
The fourth senior brother said, "I have a good rest at night."
Beigong Weiyang said, "Thank you, senior brother for your help."
Senior Brother Fourth said, "My palm is not the key, the eleventh medicine is the real good thing."
Wang Chi has loved thinking and debate since childhood, loves flowers and plants, and loves doctors. He dare not claim to be unparalleled in the world in medical skills, but the drugs he has developed are definitely the most rare variety in the world.
Listening to the praise of his senior brothers, he shook his head embarrassedly.
At this moment, the second senior brother walked into the tent.
Everyone rushed forward and helped Senior Brother Six take off the heavy armor on his body.
Everyone thought about Ye Hongyu's invitation to fight in front of the formation, and the senior brother only replied indifferently that you are not my opponent. Then they asked the other party to retreat, and they praised the senior brother's elegant demeanor.
The second senior brother said calmly: "That little girl is amazing. It takes some effort to defeat her. If you can say something, you won't fight. It is naturally a better choice."
Only then did everyone understand that the senior brother seemed to turn around casually, but in fact he had this idea, and he couldn't help but be speechless.
Senior Sister Qi laughed and thought, it turned out that you are not as 20% like you usually do.
The pill quickly dissipated in the body, and Beigong Weiyang felt that his spirit and mental power had recovered a lot. He was resurrected with great ambitions and said, "Stay sleeping well for a night and fight them tomorrow."
Ximen Buhuo was still excited at this time and said, "That's right."
No one answered their words.
Beigong Weiyang's face was haggard at this time, and his ten fingers were injured. Ximen Buhuo's hands waving in front of him, and he still maintained the posture of playing the flute. It looked like chicken feet was ridiculous and pitiful.
No one can see that if they are forced to fight to the death, they are afraid they will really fight to the death.
"Thank you for your hard work today, let me do it tomorrow."
The second senior brother reached out and patted the shoulders of Beigong and Ximen.
Beigong's body suddenly stiffened.
Ximen opened his mouth wide and his eyes were slightly wet.
The second senior brother frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Beigong sighed and said nothing. Ximen Buhuo wiped away his tears and said movedly: "Senior Brother, this is the first time you have praised me for so many years."
The second senior brother was silent for a moment. Then he said seriously: "I will praise you more in the future."
Senior Sister Qi looked at Ximen Buhu’s hands like chicken feet and quipped, “I’ll give you chicken feet to eat tonight.”
Ximen asked in confusion: "Why do you need to eat chicken feet?"
Senior Sister Qi held back her laughter and said seriously: "Use form to replenish the form."
Ximen Buhuo smiled bitterly and said, "Will that make up for it the worse the more you make up?"
A happy laughter sounded at the exit of Qingxia.
The water has boiled. The rice has been washed, and Senior Sister Qi has started to cook supper.
The people from the back mountain of the academy came to Qingxia this time and made some preparations, brought enough rice and pickles, and had a ready-made stove. She and Wang Chi worked together, and it was not complicated to make.
The Xiling Temple coalition forces in the southern wilderness also began to gather stoves and cook. It seems that today's battle has come to an end for the time being. Smokes are rising everywhere, and the atmosphere has finally become calmer.
The atmosphere at the exit of Qingxia became solemn. The second senior brother was led by the disciples, standing behind him, looking at the endless grain trucks in the south, the expression on their faces became very ugly.
The people who transported food to the Xiling Temple coalition were the villagers of the Qinghe County clans. The food must have been stored food in Qinghe County. Not long ago, those were all food from the Tang Dynasty.
Beigong Weiyang said sternly: "One day, we will kill all these traitors!"
Ximen Buhuo said in a deep voice: "The children of all the families must die."
The two of them are from the island of the South and are not native to the Tang people. However, after living in the academy for so many years, they have long regarded themselves as Tang people, and even acted more angry than the fourth senior brother and others.
The fourth senior brother held the sand table and calculated for a moment, and said, "If you want to recover Qinghe County in the future, you must kill at least 200,000 people to clear the forces of the various sects and truly expel this breath."
Hearing that he was about to kill 200,000 people... the expression on Beigong and Ximen's face suddenly froze.
They are scholars who dedicated their lives to music. They have never even killed chickens in their lives. Although more than a thousand heavy riders died under the sound of their piano and flute today, they really cannot imagine that they will do something to kill the slaughter.
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It was quiet under the tent.
The disciples of the academy guarded Qingxia for the purpose of Chang'an City and the Tang Dynasty. Even if they kill many people, they don't care. However, if one day in the future, they need to raise their butcher's knife...
Beigong suddenly laughed and said, "Isn't there still a junior brother?"
Ximen Buhuo suddenly realized and said repeatedly: "It's not bad, I'm good at doing this kind of thing."
The fourth and sixth brothers also nodded one after another, thinking that if the academy wants to kill all over the world, who else can I give up on my junior brother?
The second senior brother didn't say anything.
Wang Chi said next to the cutting board: "The cold dishes are mixed, are there any sesame seeds?"
The second senior brother said, "Let's have a meal."
At this time, everyone suddenly smelled a faint smell of mushy smell.
Senior Sister Qi called out and hurried to the stove. She saw that the food was burnt.
Beigong Weiyang looked at the battered rice and sighed, "When the teacher took the senior brother to travel, the food in the back mountain has not been very good."
Ximen Buhunnian said, "It was still the time when Sangsang was in the academy, everyone had the best food."
No one accused Senior Sister Qi, but she felt very uneasy.
The formation outside the Qingxia exit has been established. Compared with the second senior brother and the senior brother who have their own priorities, her main job is to be responsible for logistics. It is very easy, but she did not do it well in the end.
After a moment, the uneasiness turned into anger. She said angrily: "Senior Brother Six is used to make iron and swords, and the temperature is too high. Where is suitable for cooking?"
The second senior brother raised his eyebrows slightly and scolded unhappily: "This is unreasonable and rude."
Senior Sister Qi was stunned and said angrily: "If I think I'm not doing well, don't eat it!"
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After a simple meal, you should rest and prepare for tomorrow.
Senior Brother Fourth said, "Yuzi is under a lot of psychological pressure. So she feels a little embarrassed. At that time, Senior Brother, you scolded her, and she feels more and more wronged, so she yells at you, don't blame her."
The second senior brother frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Senior Brother Fourth said, "She was worried that you would lose her composure, but she would be scolded by you in the end. This is grievance."
The second senior brother was slightly stunned when he heard this, and after a long silence, he said, "No need."
The fourth senior brother stopped talking about this because the disciples from the back mountain of the academy had been talking about this matter for several years, but they had never talked about it.
He turned around and looked at the entrance of Qingxia behind the tent. Looking at the stones that were looming inside, he said, "If the temple is not prepared, we should still guard the gorge. This is more labor-saving."
The second senior brother said, "Everything must be safe, that is the biggest inappropriate thing. Today's battle situation is clear, but the temple keeps dispatching cavalry, just to force us into the gorge... Although I don't know that after entering Qingxia, they
What kind of means will be there? But until the last moment, I don’t want to take this step.”
"Why?"
"Because as long as you step out, you may take more steps."
The fourth senior brother turned around and looked at the coalition barracks that were densely packed in the southern wilderness, saying, "I am more worried about whether the other party will launch a night attack."
The second senior brother looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and said, "There is a teacher watching in the sky, but they dare not."
At some point, the fellow disciples in the tent also walked out and stood behind the two senior brothers.
People looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, each of which had nostalgia.
"Is this really a teacher changed?" Wang Chi asked.
The second senior brother said, "Maybe."
Senior Brother Six is not as easy to be moved as his fellow disciples. He is used to thinking about simple and realistic problems and said: "Firewood is a problem. If you want to go into the gorge to collect wood, you will easily be attacked by people."
The second senior brother pointed to the dense arrow branches like wheat fields on the field outside the tent and said, "There are firewood everywhere."
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Unlike Qingxiakou, which is sometimes lively, sometimes sad, and basically peaceful and joyful, the Xiling Temple Alliance Camp is filled with an atmosphere of frustration and depression, which is very quiet.
Bai Haixin drank a glass of wine and two bowls of rice, and then signaled his subordinates to remove the food case. Then he walked out of the tent, looked at the green mountains under the moonlight, frowned deeply, and fell into a long silence.
He is the head coach of the Xiling Temple coalition, but in fact, he can't even enter the top five in the coalition. Does he still dare to give orders to the two Xiling masters and the sword saint Liu Baifa?
This was his trouble, because he had no idea what the great figures in the temple were thinking, and did not understand why so many cavalry were sacrificed just to force the academy into Qingxia.
Since we need to guard the important road, we naturally need to guard it in the gorge.
What he couldn't understand even more was why the people in the academy would rather fight with the army in the fields than take a few steps back and enter Qingxia.
A priest in red came over and handed him a piece of paper.
Bai Haixin glanced at her, her brows became deeper and deeper, thinking that she would continue to die tomorrow?
"Let all the martial arts practitioners in the practice sects and the army come to the big tent."
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