Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 186, Return (1)
The cold winter is getting deeper and the wind is like a knife cutting.
As the tension eases, the refugees who moved to Chang'an some time ago have returned to their hometowns. People living in the south of the city are braved the cold and sorting out the villages burned into scorched earth by the enemy.
More than a hundred Tang soldiers came to the official road. Looking at their armor and weapons, they should be ordinary wing soldiers from a certain state. People busy rebuilding their homes looked at the tired expressions of these soldiers, put down their tools and applauded them.
, Someone shouted: "We'll be in Chang'an soon."
Tang Jun nodded and continued to move forward. The applause on the road was soon calmed down. At present, the court could not increase its efforts to provide relief. To survive this cold winter, it depends entirely on its own hands. The villagers must seize all the time, at least
We must repair a residence that can resist the wind.
There were several carriages behind this Tang army. The villagers who were busy working thought that the carriages might be officials from a certain county in the south, so naturally they had no time to pay attention to it. How could they have thought that in a sense, in a sense
It was these people in the carriage that saved the Tang Dynasty.
The skylight penetrated through the gap in the car window and fell on Jun Mo's face. He was seriously injured and had not healed. His thin cheeks were already very pale. When the winter sun shone, he was like clean snow.
Looking at the scorched earth-like village outside the window, I was silent and didn't know what I was thinking.
Muyou looked at his side face, her eyebrows were filled with worry.
All the disciples in the back mountain of the academy were seriously injured in the Qingxia battle. Relatively speaking, her condition was the best, but because she consumed too much mental power to preside over the journey, she had already recovered.
Most of them.
The situation of the fourth senior brother and others was much worse. After receiving treatment, they still couldn't get up and kept recuperating in several carriages behind them. I don't know when I will be able to recover.
But what she was most worried about was Jun Mo, because Jun Mo was the most injured. Jun Mo woke up after leaving Qingxia. It seemed that there was no problem, but it made people very worried.
Because during these days, he was silent for too long - he always sat quietly by the car window, looking at the shallow snow covered fields in the south of the Tang Dynasty, or the villages burned by the enemy.
Muyou looked at his still determined side face. She looked at his hair scattered behind her, then her eyes fell on the empty sleeve, and sighed silently in her heart.
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Those carriages did not enter Chang'an City, but turned to the academy directly.
The Tang army, who was in charge of escorting, left under the meadow. The meadow was covered with thin snow and there were countless clusters of peach blossoms in the snow. However, it was not yet the season for flowering. Today's academy was very quiet and even a little deserted.
There were no royal family or ministers who saluted humbly, no people greeted each other, no grand ceremony, no sound of gongs and drums. There were not even many people who greeted them.
No one cares about this because they didn't inform the people in Chang'an City, and went to war and returned to the academy to go home. Where do you need it?
There were only two people who welcomed them back on the meadow - the cute little book boy Xu Jialun, and Ning Que, who was wearing a crutch and bandages all over his body.
Xiao Shutong looked at Jun Mo without saying a word, and shed two lines of tears.
Jun Mo left him in the yard and was frightened for so many days. Today, he finally saw the young master coming back alive. How could he control his emotions?
When he saw Jun Mo's right arm break, he burst into tears.
Jun Mo frowned slightly and said, "Don't cry."
Xiao Shutong was obedient and wiped his tears desperately, but there were too many tears that he couldn't wipe them clean. When he saw Jun Mo's hair, he couldn't help crying and shouting.
"Young Master, why did your hair turn white!"
Ning Que looked at the second senior brother's empty sleeves and his gray hair, not knowing what to say.
Jun Mo said expressionlessly: "There are burning villages everywhere, and there are too many dusts on the road."
It's a clumsy and even a bit cute explanation, but no one laughs.
The carriage was quiet.
"Why is the academy so quiet?" asked the second senior brother.
Ning Que said: "Sister Third Senior Sister disbanded the teaching and students in the front yard of the academy in advance. Some of the teaching and students left. Most of the teaching and students were helping the court in Chang'an City, and some of them were already on the front line."
Jun Mo asked, "How is Senior Brother and Yu Lian now?"
Ning Que said: "The situation is fine, but it's a bit inconvenient to move."
The carriage drove through the dilapidated stone yard gate of the academy and went deeper.
The academy's church and the second-floor front hall were all ruined, especially the alleyway leading to the old and back mountains, where they could not see their original appearance, and there was no one to find a repair during this period.
Jun Mo looked at these scenes and remained silent.
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The mountain behind the academy is still as warm as spring.
It was still the thatched cottage that would be broken by the autumn wind. Xiao Shutong and Tang Xiaotang carried the teachers to the soft couch. Some were still sleeping, while others barely supported themselves.
I can't hear the sound of the flute from Beigong, the sound of the piano from Ximen, the sound of the ironwork by the stream, and the quarrel between Song Qian and his eighth junior brother over a chess piece, and probably I will never see the teacher again.
The eldest brother and Yu Lian were sitting in a wheelchair.
Jun Mo let go of Muyou and held his hand, walked to the wheelchair of the eldest brother, and saluted to meet him. Then he looked at Yu Lian and said, "Xiong Chumo deserves to die, why didn't you kill him?"
Yu Lian said calmly: "Some people are more useful than death."
The second senior brother thought about it and did not continue to ask.
The senior brother looked at his empty sleeves and his gray hair and said, "The teacher once said that since some things cannot be changed, you must learn to accept them."
"It's not about caring, it's about regret."
Junmo looked at the gray sky outside the hut and said, "I have always imagined that I would draw my sword and fight with the sky in the past. When the teacher climbed the sky by the Sishui River, I even thought about the Ming Dynasty even more.
One day, I can follow the teacher's pace, but now it seems that there is no chance."
Not everyone can understand what he said.
The eldest brother sighed and said another thing: "Pipi is gone."
In the back mountain, Junmo and Chen Pipi had the deepest relationship. He was silent for a moment when he listened to the news, and then asked: "Can the occupant recover?"
This is the most important issue for academies.
When Junmo asked this question, he looked at Ning Que.
Everyone who was awake under the thatched cottage looked at Ning Que.
On the Zhuque Avenue that day, Ning Que once gave the people in Chang'an City an answer, but today he still thought for a long time before saying with certainty: "No."
After hearing this answer, the second senior brother's expression was still a little cold, and finally he relaxed a little, and the wind blowing into the thatched cottage seemed to have become a little warmer.
The realm that the master once showed was the coldest cloud in the hearts of the people in the back mountain. Although he was defeated in Chang'an City, in fact, he was not defeated by Ning Que, but by the Jingshen Formation.
In other words, he was still defeated by the Master.
If it was not in Chang'an City, but in another place in the world, whether it was the eldest brother, Jun Mo, or even Yu Lian, he would not be the opponent of the observer.
As for Ning Que, there is no possibility.
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The sound of the waterfall echoed in the courtyard, which was very deafening.
Ning Que couldn't figure out how the second senior brother could fall asleep in such an environment, nor could he figure out how he could hear each other's voices every time he was discussing matters in the courtyard.
He once asked this question to his second senior brother. At that time, his second senior brother's answer was: After listening for a long time, it will naturally become a habit. As long as the heart is quiet, what sound can disturb the ears?
After dozens of days, after experiencing unimaginable battles in front of Qingxia for seven days and seven nights, two dazzling battles of strong men were staged, and Jun Mo returned to his yard again.
For the first time, he felt the sound of the waterfall was a little noisy.
He knew that it was because his heart was not calm enough.
It was dark, and he stood by the window and looked at the night sky on the mountain. He was silent for a long time like during the journey. Then he looked at his empty sleeves and frowned slightly.
After a shocking battle with Liu Bai, he broke his right arm.
The incompleteness of the body is not a problem. Jun Mo held the iron sword in his left hand, which is still enough to sweep the world - the problem is the incompleteness of the mind - the body and the mind have always been one side.
He knew very well that he would probably never be able to reach the end of the path of practice in this life.
The end of the path of practice is the great way.
The other side of the river is the other side.
There is not a higher place than the five realms, but a higher place, a place that only the junior teacher and the master can reach.
It's above the sky.
In today's world, he is only slightly inferior to Liu Bai, but he is younger and has more potential, so he had more hope of going to that place.
Now these hopes have been cut off.
For practitioners, this is the heaviest blow, which is even more terrifying than death. It makes people crazy. Even as strong as Jun Mo, he gradually becomes gray-haired.
But if someone asks him if all this is worth it, he still disdains to answer.
Because you don’t see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, because the green mountains see it so charming, the water falling cannot rise again, and the mountain falling cannot rise again, regretting this feeling has never been related to the proud second senior brother.
How worth it is to be able to fight Liu Bai so much?
It's just...some regrets.
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"If you can't fight with the sky, fighting with people is actually very interesting."
At some point, Ning Que walked into the courtyard. He looked at the second senior brother's somewhat lonely back and said, "Although the master of the temple is useless, the eldest senior brother and the third senior sister have also suffered very serious injuries, invisible injuries.
There is no way to recover in a short period of time. Whether it is Tang State or the Academy, you are in need of your senior brother now."
Jun Mo didn't look back and said, "Don't worry about me."
Ning Que said, "You can't help but worry."
Jun Mo turned around, looked at him and said with a smile: "A little regret, I don't want it."
Just a distance from turning around, Ning Que suddenly felt that he didn't know the man standing in front of him, as if some very subtle changes had happened to him.
It’s not because the second senior brother didn’t wear a crown or because he showed a rare smile that he was still the most proud person in the world, but he no longer had the aura that made people stay away from him.
This change made Ning Que feel a little uncomfortable and didn't know what to say.
Jun Mo said, "I just feel a little uncomfortable. When I hold my left hand behind, I can no longer hold my right hand, and I can no longer polite. The main reason is that my posture is quite poor."
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(Two chapters are completed in seven thousand words, and there are still two chapters tomorrow. Please vote for recommendation on Monday, and then report it. I will try to end this volume within four days. I am thinking about the detailed outline of the next volume these two days. I have some lack of brain power. I will re-enforce it.
After reading the fourth volume of the year of the curtain, I found that the writing is indeed a bit ***...)
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