Nightfall Chapter 97: Both sides of the river (top)

The middle-aged Taoist didn't smile, didn't speak, but just stood quietly to the side, as if Yu Lian's value and Jun Mo's silence meant nothing to him.

At this moment, the rain became lighter, and the sound of hoofs and wheels crushing the road stones came from the street again, the roasted sweet potato shop at the other end of the town was closed, the gray-haired old man and the middle-aged man The father and son rode in the ox cart in the light rain and stopped in front of the butcher shop. The son took out two hot roasted sweet potatoes.

Yu Lian and Jun Mo took the roasted sweet potatoes and nodded in greeting. The old man wiped off the raindrops on the white hair, patted the thick neck of the ox, and said: "It will be difficult to eat in town in the future."

His family has been roasting sweet potatoes in the small town in front of Taoshan. They have been roasted for thousands of years. They have been passed down from the ancestors to the present day. The inheritance has never been broken. Apart from watching the movement of the temple for the academy, the most important reason is that the master likes to eat him. The baked sweet potatoes at home must be the original stove, in the original town.

The war is about to begin, and the father and son of the roasted sweet potato evacuated the town. The temple cavalry hidden in the rain and outside the town did not dare to stop them, and silently gave way.

Yu Lian tore off the slightly charred crust of the roasted sweet potato, picked out some red potato meat with her little finger, and passed it into her mouth. She pressed her delicate lips and chewed for a long time. Although it was delicious, it was not like what the teacher said. That's an exaggeration.

Jun Mo thought for a while, instead of eating it on the spot, he carefully wrapped the roasted sweet potato with a handkerchief and put it in his arms, then looked at the middle-aged Taoist, his eyes pierced through the autumn rain, not knowing where it fell.

Yu Lian reminded him beside him: "That veil is mine."

Jun Mo said: "That's brother's."

Yu Lian was a little annoyed and ignored him, holding the roasted sweet potatoes, looking at the butcher in the threshold, and said, "The master does not care about the existence of Taoism, let alone you have no reason to care."

One moment I talked about sweet potatoes and handkerchiefs, and the next moment I talked about Taoism and the world. Life and sacredness have never been so easy to unite and harmony, so her words and deeds seem a little cute.

It's raining in the small town today. She seems to be deliberately letting herself go on a lovely path.

The butcher raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "How can you younger generation understand?"

Yu Lian looked around and found that there was no trash can on the street. He threw the roasted sweet potatoes that he didn't want to eat on the rain-soaked ground, and said, "Isn't it just betting on both sides?"

The butcher's thick eyebrows raised higher and higher.

Yu Lian said: "The alcoholic followed the master, whether it’s fist aid or gloomy peeping. Even if he bet on that side, you come to Taoshan, naturally you want to follow the Taoist abandoned by the master to bet , What I don’t understand is why none of you are willing to bet with my college?"

The butcher said mockingly: "Because there is no Haotian in the academy."

Yu Lian looked at him blankly for a long time. Then he said: "Is there a door? Don't forget to bet on both sides, it is the easiest to miss 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 won't do me any harm."

Yu Lian said: "You must see the end?"

The butcher said: "Yes."

Yu Lian said with a somewhat hateful look: "Sure enough, it is rotten! Except for watching, except for waiting like a dog. I dare not do other interesting things!"

The butcher walked to the threshold of the butcher shop, picked up the knife on the ground, looked at the gray sky that was cut into countless thin strips by the autumn rain, and said: "Wait for you to live long enough, you will be as careful as we are." /

Jun Mo hasn't spoken much. At this moment, he heard his sigh and said: "Be careful to live, the longer you live. Or the more boring."

After saying this, he walked out of the town with Yu Lian. The autumn rain fell on the two seniors, slightly damp, and the rain on the street was pounded by footsteps.

Standing at the entrance of the town in the autumn rain, Jun Mo said: "I didn't see it."

There was a worrisome look between Yu Lian's eyebrows, and said: "According to Ye Hongyu's memories. There should be remnants of the scrolled scroll. If it is not in the hands of that person, where is it now?"

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist said from a distance: "The two come from afar, why not go up the mountain as a guest?"

Yu Lian turned around. Looking at him, he said, "You don't need someone to invite the villain, but today is free."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "The two gentlemen must always have insights."

Yu Lian said: "I am the Sovereign of the Demon Sect who has gone deep into Xiling for thousands of years and is the closest to Taoshan. I am satisfied with this alone. If the butcher doesn't do it, why should I move?"

Jun Mo is much more direct than she, looking at the middle-aged Taoist and saying: "I didn't dare to be taught, just spread a word to the people of the temple, from today onwards, Taoshan can only go in but not out."

The expression of the middle-aged Taoist changed slightly.

At this moment, there was a thunder in the sky and rain clouds.

Thousands of cavalrymen in and outside of the small town, as well as the priests and deacons hidden among the mountains and forests, listened to Jun Mo's words, listened to the thunder, and did not know what to say.

A simple and casual sentence, but it is extremely domineering.

As if to prove Jun Mo’s words, there was a faint sound of horseshoes from the depths of the autumn rain, the earth trembled slightly, the rain accumulated in the puddles trembled little waves, clearly still far away, Because the coming was so ferocious, it gave people a feeling that the wind and thunder swept the earth, even the autumn rain would blow away.

In the north, Datang Iron Cavaliers personally led by Xu Shi broke through the three lines of defense of Xiling Temple in the morning and arrived at Qiaobian Town, more than 40 miles away from Taoshan.

In the east, hundreds of Lanke Temple monks and soldiers led by the sea monk marched silently under the autumn rain. As for the powerful Buddhist sects, including the masters of Yidao, they should arrive faster.

In the west, Cheng Lixue, with silver hair, summoned the old members of the Tianyu Temple in Xueshu Township, and he was about to approach. He looked at the Tianyu Temple that grew up on Taoshan Mountain, silent and emotional.

In the south, countless swords flashed with sword light, in the gloomy valley, countless rain-soaked trees smashed against the sword, **** gods and pear-white kings, guarding tens of thousands of river troops Next, slowly approaching Taoshan, the deacons of Xiling Temple who met along the way did not even dare to speak.

Taoshan has been surrounded, and the Xiling Temple is at stake. Jun Mo said that from this moment on, Taoshan can only go in but not out, not because he is too domineering, but because the academy is now qualified to say this.

What is shocking and puzzled is that the academy did not immediately start an attack on Momoyama, or had something to do with the butcher in the small town. It seems that it was due to other reasons.

The college seems to be waiting for something. At the same time, many people noticed. At such an important, or even the last moment, Ning Que was not there, and Long Qing was not.

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One day before, Ning Que ended his own practice and comprehension process of seeing the broken stone in Lanke Temple. He looked at the hundreds of sangsang statues in front of the Hall of Rain with a satisfied smile on his face.

He picked out the stone statue he was most satisfied with and put it into his arms, it was a statue of Sangsang sleeping on his side. She slept on the hot and straight Kang, but still shrank together coldly, trying to get into someone's arms. Her feet were exposed outside the bedding, white like two snow-white lotus flowers, tender and tender. Good pity.

He left Washan in the autumn rain. He embarked on the journey of searching for Sangsang again, but this time he had to appear a lot more confident, as if he felt something in the dark, and walked directly to the north.

Washan was the State of Song before, and there was a very unknown town at the border of the State of Song and Yan. The day he walked into the town, snow suddenly fell in the sky. It is the first snow of this year.

The only butcher shop in the town is closed, and the calligraphy and painting shop is still there. Because the alcoholic who likes to drink doesn't know where to go, 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 bought in the previous town on the table, looked at the slightly rickety boss, and said, "A couple of drinks with me?"

Turning towards Xiaoshu, watching him shook his head, and took two wine cups.

Zhang San and Li Si heard voices. When I rushed to the front shop, I was surprised to find that it was him. I subconsciously looked around, and then used the fastest speed to lift the door to the shop and close it. Then I came to meet him.

"I have seen Little Master."

Ning Jian nodded and motioned for them to take a bowl for the rice wine. Said: "The butcher is in Taoshan, and the alcoholic is chasing the senior, don't care about those things."

Chao Xiaoshu said: "It took me a long time to arrange this game."

Ning Que said: "So no matter how cautious you should be? Okay. I admit that I am here today to break this round, and I don't want you to continue this round."

Chao Xiaoshu said: "Can you kill him?"

Ning Que was silent. With the double realm of the drunkard, even if the senior brother and the third senior sister joined forces, they would not really be able to kill him, let alone him.

"I'm going to the north for a trip. I always feel that there is something wrong with this trip." He quietly looked at Chao Xiaoshu and said, "Go back to Chang'an City. Sister-in-law, children and old man are waiting for you."

Chao Xiaoshu did not respond, raised the wine cup and said: "Drink this glass of wine."

Ning Que drank it to show his sincerity.

Said towards Xiaoshu: "Then go."

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Ning Que was driven out of the town, so he had to continue walking north with the stone statue.

He couldn't know the exact location, but he knew it was in the north.

The town was at the turn of Song and Yan, not far from the town, and then entered the Yanjing, where there is a river running horizontally with Si, flowing from north to south into Daze, then into the big river, and finally into the sea.

Ning Que rode a **** horse and walked swiftly among the fields and hills on the east bank of the river.

It is early winter, the river water is damp, and the fog is often heavy, especially in the morning, which is very unlike the human world.

Ning Que felt that he had seen his reflection in the fog.

The fog on the river seems to have become a mirror.

It wasn't until the morning sun got higher and the fog gradually cleared that he realized that there was no mirror hidden in the fog. The river was not his shadow, but a man riding a horse like himself.

The man was also dressed in black, riding a black horse, very much like him.

The only difference is that Ning Que wore a black courtyard uniform, while the man wore a black robe.

That person is Long Qing.

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(Actually, I really want Chao Xiaoshu to say: Let’s go one? Ning Que said: Walk, and then drank a glass of wine. When drinking towards Xiaoshu, he said to Xiaoshu: Then you go... Various discomforts, but this chapter is well written, I can be sure of this, so I feel a little comforted.)