Nightfall Chapter 62: The butcher shop in town

Chen Pippi and his party returned to Chang'an City. Ning Que followed them at the city gate, but did not find the big brother.

"Brother has something to leave, I want you not to worry."

Chen Pippi looked at him and said: "This time, don’t have too much psychological burden. My father acts like Tianxiaxi. No one knows where it will fall. Your fault."

Reunited again. There was no anger or disappointment, just comfort. Ning Que knew that Chen Pipi was such a person. There was no accident, but he felt that his mood became heavier, especially when the fourth brother looked at him and sighed. in this way.

Ning Que bowed his hand, bowed to them and those Jiange disciples, and then said to Chen Pipi: "It is my fault after all."

Chen Pipi said: "The teacher once said that those who ask for benevolence get benevolence and have no complaints. When the brother left, he should be in such a mood. Those who are alive and who leave will have their own rewards. , What's wrong."

Senior Brother Si also said: "If you really think you are wrong, don't make mistakes again in the future."

Ning Que turned and looked at the countless busy teams on the official road outside the city gate, and said, "I will not give myself another chance to make mistakes."

People who had been away from home for several years went home, and many people left home to go to the frontier. As time shifted, the situation on the mainland became more and more tense. The Tang Empire ushered in the most difficult situation and began to The thorough and strongest mobilization, the resources and spiritual temperament accumulated over the millennia, are fully revealed at this moment, whether it is a teacher in the countryside or a woman in a brothel, no one is afraid of war. Only quietly looking forward to it.

Countless grains and grasses were shipped from the standing warehouses in various states and counties, and countless horses left from military camps and sailed towards various border gates. The northeast frontier army, which was newly built for several years, was far from recovering to the peak of Xiahou’s leadership, and began to prepare to destroy the swallows. There was a lot of people in Tuyang City, and the sound of war horses kept humming. The battle plan gradually formed a definite plan. Both are Tu Chengjing's plans.

The Yulin army marched south from Chang'an. He has arrived at the plain behind the Qingxia, and joined the southern conqueror army that has guarded the Qingxia for several years, preparing to smash the hundreds of thousands of Southern Jin troops in Qinghe County in the south and the guardian cavalry of Xiling Temple.

The most critical and dangerous battlefield is still in the northwest of the empire. The court of the Golden Tent King Ju clan went south. A war of annihilation will inevitably occur. Countless military orders have been issued from the Peking University camp to the border, and the 200,000 most elite Zhenbei troops have assembled, ready to use their blood and life. Contest with the barbarians on the grassland.

It was just a few years after Xiang Wanyuan was lost. The Tang army was seriously lacking horses, and well-trained old cavalry could only be in front of them, fighting in the form of infantry, which felt disturbing no matter what.

In the coldest days of winter, Yu Youxian and Chen Qi finally returned to Chang'an City, went down the river from Xiling, and then crossed the dense forest, secretly bypassed the Moon Kingdom and returned to Tang. They ate a lot. Fortunately, I didn’t lose that letter.

Ning Que took the sweat-stained letter, knowing that Xu Youxian had been hiding the letter next to her body for dozens of days, and could not help but raise her eyebrows slightly, thinking about what Ye Hongyu wrote in this letter that he needed Is it so serious, doesn't she understand that oral messages are much safer? ——Unless Ye Hongyu wants to say something to him, he can't let others know, even if he trusts Xu Yuxian and Chen Qi, he can't know the slightest.

Cracking the fire mark, tearing open the envelope, he pulled out the thin sheet of paper, his eyes fell on it, and saw the words she wrote. There were very few words on the paper, so you don’t need to read it for too long. Words are very important, so he read it for a long time.

"Impossible."

This was Ning Que's first reaction after seeing Ye Hongyu's deduction.

After the spring breeze and rain, he never felt her presence again. He looked at the huge ship and sailed towards the kingdom of God in the sky. He thought she must have returned to the kingdom of God. For him She is dead.

What if Ye Hongyu is right?

Many things may be able to find the answer, such as where the subject’s choice is pointing, but he still can’t find the deepest and most true answer to why he chose that way. Of course, these things are not important to Ning Que. All his spirit was swallowed up by the literal meaning of this letter. Is she still in the world without returning to the kingdom of God?

Ning Que knew that the time had come to leave Chang'an City. He was silent for a long time, entered the palace and talked with Li Yuchang all night, explained many things clearly, and wrote a letter to Mo Shanshan, but finally tore it off, and then he boarded the tower.

He is watching the scenery from the tower.

Sangsang came to the world and he watched for a long time when she was in Xiling Temple. Later, she left the world. He thought that after she left the world and returned to the kingdom of God, he watched for a long time. He looked at countless powerful men, looked at Yun Zou Yun Liu, he looked at the great rivers and mountains in the world, looked at this city and this country, but in fact, he was also looking for it, he wanted to use his own eyes to find her The trace left.

It was early in the morning. He cooked a pot of vegetable porridge beside the city wall hut. He drank it while it was hot. When he drank it, his whole body became hot, and the falling snow melted when he touched his face.

Then he walked to the city wall, facing the world, bending his bow and shooting arrows.

With the help of the shocking formation of Chang'an City, his Yuan Thirteen Arrows can do a lot of incredible things, but they also have to be subject to many restrictions. To really play a role, many conditions are needed, such as Linkang in autumn. In front of the city palace, he wanted to cooperate with the big brother to try to kill the alcoholic, once he was detected by the alcoholic, it would be difficult to have an effect.

Because of these and other reasons, for many years after the Momoyama Light Festival, his iron arrow never appeared in the human sky again.

At this moment, his arrow is pointing at the world, who is really going to shoot?

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After Ye Su's death, Long Qing left the capital of Song State and took two thousand cavalry guards from the temple, braving the wind and snow and heading north. Then the big brother left, he went to find Chen Pipi and his party who had escaped first. As in the past few years, the alcoholic also followed him.

——It sounds nice or artistically sour, like a fallen leaf following the autumn breeze, and ugly, it's like gangrene.

The big brother found Chen Pipi and his party and escorted them to break through the Xiling Temple and return to the Tang Realm. Then he did not continue to follow, watching them enter Chang'an City before leaving first, not knowing where they went.

At that time, if the alcoholic enters Wuyuan at the same time, or can catch up with the big brother, just like before, but for some reason, his reaction is slow for a moment, and his feet are a little stagnant on the cold snow, seeming to be frozen. , So he lost the other side's whereabouts.

Because alcoholics don't want to chase. Go all the way. He had a lot of time to think, he got closer and closer to the truth, he guessed the reason why Li was leaving slowly, so his reaction was slower. The figure has also become much depressed. He turned and walked eastward.

His footsteps left clear marks on the snow. There was heat in those footprints, sweat flowing down-he sweated a lot because of fear. Because of the truth, the elder brother said in the capital of Song Dynasty that he would regret it, yes, he started to regret it.

The small town is east of Tang State. He walked very slowly on the snow. It was the next day before he walked back to the small town. Instead of returning to his home, he went to the only calligraphy and painting shop in the next town. Let the little tree make a pot of good tea to drink.

After all, tea is not as good as wine—the drinker held a small porcelain cup with two fingers, looked at the orange tea soup in the cup, and felt the slight astringency between his lips and teeth. I thought, but at least astringent tea can be drunk. The wine can no longer be drunk.

Chao Xiaoshu sat on the opposite side of the tea table, with a calm expression, holding the tea cup, and sending it to the world, washing the tea with tea, making the sea with the sea, a pinch of old tea with white smoke in the iron pot The new transpiring water has a wonderful tea taste.

The two of them didn’t speak, they just drank tea quietly. The alcoholic liked this feeling very much. He felt that Chao Xiaoshu was qualified to drink tea with him, but unfortunately the other was just an ordinary person, otherwise he might invite each other Drink the wine in your own pot.

The shop is still the two guys who are said to be relatives of the boss, but with the passage of time, the two intrepid teenagers in Chang'an City have now become youths, and the expressions between their eyes have become much calmer.

Zhang San and Li Si were playing chess. They were playing Othello. They were very attentive and did not notice the drunkard’s gaze. They frowned and contemplated, very much like the legendary sages, such as those in Lanke Temple. Or the pair behind the academy.

Before, they also dropped chess pieces in front of the drinkers. They were very nervous at the time. They were the only third-generation disciples of the academy except Tang Xiaotang. If all goes well, after many years, they should be Jun Mo or Yu Lian. , To become a new generation of mountain monsters-if you let the alcoholics know this, they will die very thoroughly. No matter how strong their teacher is, it is impossible to save them. There is no way to save the dead. Li Slowly and Jun Mo is not good either.

In the eyes of the alcoholic, Zhang San and Li Si played extremely badly. Of course, it was not really bad, but his eyes were too high.

People who have lived for thousands of years are easily bored, so they will naturally try all interesting things, such as games.

He and the butcher have already played those human games over and over again and again, and a great practitioner like him has a very high natural IQ, and one can imagine his level, even if his talent value is not increased. On the chess road, apart from the few people at the back of the academy and Lanke Temple, no one really can beat him on the chessboard.

High-level people see low-level people playing chess, and it's all bad chess. After watching for a while, the drunkard felt so boring. Just at this time, the fifth tea soup had already been drunk, and the remaining tea was gone. It was unnecessary to make new tea. He felt his mind calmed a lot and stood up. He ridiculed Zhang San Li Si, and talked to Chao Xiaoshu about the latest news of the county school, and then walked outside the shop.

He still didn’t go back to the house, nor did he go to the restaurant, but the only butcher shop in the town—in fact, that restaurant was also the only one. From this point of view, many things in this town are The only one, or this is what he and the butcher want.

The butcher’s shop was dim, and there was a fishy smell everywhere. It was a mixture of blood, meat mutton, and visceral excrement. The alcoholic frowned slightly, diminished his sense of smell, and found a slightly cleaner one. The place sat down.

The butcher is dehairing the pig's feet. A dozen white and fat pig's feet are neatly stacked on the chopping board, accepting the burning of the fire in his hand. With a slight chirp, a faint burnt smell gradually diffuses. After opening, the surface of the trotters became slightly yellow.

The alcoholic looked at this scene, shook his head, took the flask from his waist and started drinking. He knew very well why the butcher refused to give up his career or hobby, but he really didn't like it.

After the pig's trotters have been removed, they must be cut open, and the butcher picked up the greasy kitchen knife. As he was about to cut it off, his arm suddenly became stiff, because he noticed the strangeness of the alcoholic, because the alcoholic had too little words today.

The butcher turned to look at him, looked for a while, and asked, "What's the matter?"

He lived in this small town with alcoholics for many years. Earlier, they lived in other small towns. They know each other very well, and it is very difficult not to understand.

For many years, they just hid and enjoyed the fun that they had enjoyed countless times and became very boring. It was not until these years that they returned to the world.

To be more precise. The one who appeared in the world was an alcoholic because he was faster, but the butcher still slaughtered pigs and sheep in the butcher shop as before. Accompanied by trotters and sheep's head blood basin every day. But if there is something that the alcoholic cannot solve that day. He would naturally insert the butcher knife into his waist, walk out of the butcher shop, and begin to kill.

He knows what the drunkard is doing recently-to stare at the master's first disciple. Then went to Song Guodu. He also knew that Ye Su was dead, and when he sensed the holy light by the East China Sea, he was also moved by the sacred meaning hidden in it.

The alcoholic did not answer his question directly, but continued to drink, drinking like a whale swallowing the sea, drinking in an infinite state, and did not put down the jug for a long time, until half an hour later, after the jug dripped the last drop of liquor, Finally empty.

Except for being drunk by Sangsang, the jug has never really been empty--it was empty today, and the innumerable amount of wine in the jug was poured into the belly by the alcoholic.

The butcher's expression became extremely solemn. He hadn't seen the alcoholic be so nervous for many years. The last time it was like this, it was the day when Haotian descended to the world and came to the small town, and the other time was the old scalper dragging a car The moment the broken car entered the town.

The alcoholic put down his hip flask and looked up at him.

With this action, all the drinks poured into his abdomen turned into sweat, overflowing from the tens of thousands of pores on the surface of his body, and with the sound of the sound, his body became the source of a waterfall, and countless clear water spewed But falling, flowing around, instantly washed all the bone residue and blood on the butcher shop floor.

His body was like a wine sac. It was emptied at this time. After the water washed the ground, it was stirred by the cold wind from outside the butcher shop, and it suddenly disappeared. Numerous air currents spit around, blowing the butcher shop’s sign. Hurring, no peace.

The butcher looked at his pale cheeks, holding the knife tighter.

"There is something...maybe there is something I did wrong."

The alcoholic looked at him and murmured: "Li said slowly that I would regret it. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. I don't know if I can save it."

The butcher frowned slightly, inserted the knife into his waist, walked in front of him, and said condescendingly: "Ye Su's death is a good thing."

The drunkard said: "It seems that both the academy and the Taoist school want to weaken Haotian... Then Ye Su's death is not necessarily a good thing."

The butcher asked: "What do you mean?"

"At the beginning, I didn't want to understand it. I didn't think of a certain possibility until I watched Li slowly pass Chang'an and not enter."

A palpitation flashed in the drunkard’s eyes, and he said, “He ignored Chang’an City and left without a trace. Chen left Taoshan and didn’t know where he went. What do they want to do? More important than the whole world?"

The butcher usually doesn't talk much, looks a little clumsy, and sometimes acts very cowardly, but in fact he never lacks wisdom, he soon realized that it is more important than the whole world combined... …Of course it is the kingdom of God.

He raised his head and looked through the tattered asbestos tile above the butcher shop, and landed on the dark sky, as if to see clearly the movement in the kingdom of God.

The Master and Haotian have been fighting there for several years, no information has been transmitted to the world, there is no thunder, no rain and dew, no hurricane, no day.

But that is destined to be the most important battle in this world since its birth. It will determine the direction of the world. As the so-called peaches and plums do not speak, the next is a trajectory, the mountains do not speak, and the autumn wind must avoid it, okay, These metaphors are not appropriate.

In the realm of a butcher-drunkard, one can naturally perceive that in that battle, the master has no advantage, and the bright moon is gradually dimming.

He sat down in front of the drunkard, picked up the bucket from the side, and started drinking, just like a whale swallowing the ocean. Only the endless water can calm the dryness of his heart.

That is dryness caused by anxiety.

Guanzhu and Li have slowly disappeared. What they are looking for in the world is more important than the whole world. That is the kingdom of God—or, it is someone who everyone thinks has returned to the kingdom of God. Great existence.

Don't mention the college, just say what the Lord will do after finding that existence? The things he did point to bad things.

The more the butcher thinks about it, the more fearful he becomes. Could anyone really dare to kill Haotian? This thought was etched into his body like an eviscer, making him itchy, painful, panic, and anxiety.

I don’t know how long it took, he finally put down the bucket, and the water he drank into his body turned into sweat and poured out. The greasy clothes and leather apron drenched on the ground and flowed again. It was just the water. With a faint smell of blood.

"Even if Haotian really didn't return to the kingdom of God, why would he kill her? Why would he dare to kill her? Why would he kill her?"

"As for why...I don't understand, even if the new church makes her weak, even if she in the kingdom of God cannot help her because of the Master, but how can he overcome it? His arrogance It makes me uneasy."

The drunkard said with a pale face: "As for why he wanted to kill her...I dare not think about it, I don't think even the Buddha dare to think like that."

The butcher's face was extremely ugly, and he shouted: "He is...courageous...heaven!"

The drunkard said in a weak voice: "Why was he less courageous before?"

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(This month, I will spend time with everyone, shaking hands.) (To be continued..)