Jimo was slightly startled and looked back at me. However, I looked even more surprised than him. He had no choice but to turn back, look at Mr. Xu and said, "Have you seen her before?"
He shook his head and said enigmatically: "It happened by chance, I just heard about it occasionally." After a pause, he looked up at the stars, as if confirming something, and said, "I looked at the sky yesterday. Mr. Jimo, Repairing in another month is the best time.”
"January? I'm afraid Guifang has already established a foothold in the capital..."
Mr. Xu waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. A large area of land in the north has been lost, the prince has been killed, the emperor has been captured, and those who can't get out of the south have nothing to panic about. The ghosts will definitely not be content with the capital. We have to go south to carry out remediation work, and Mr. Jimo takes advantage of the situation..."
"Thank you, sir, for your advice." He thanked me with clasped fists, then turned back to look at me, "Ms. Liao is feeling unwell, so Jimo is temporarily resigning."
"Boss!"
He waved his hand: "It's just a moment, you guys will wait for me at the banquet first."
I walked with him through the crowd, and when I passed Mr. Xu, I unconsciously raised my eyes to look at him. The moment I passed him, his eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose were as clear as ever. I seemed to have seen him there, but I never had such a clear memory. Since I was a child, I have always been vague when seeing people.
His hand, at an angle that no one else could see, gently brushed my hand. I shrank my palm, and the palm felt slightly hard, and it was a piece of paper.
Jimo sent me to the tent, and I sat quietly waiting for him to leave. I could clearly read a line of words on the paper through the faint moonlight.
If you want to know your origins, come to the Six Underworld Tent in the West at Zishi.
When I was young, I thought they were still drinking. I just looked at Mr. Xu's appearance. Although he was respected, he was not the same kind of person and probably wouldn't stay for much longer. He was so immortal that he almost wanted to achieve enlightenment. How could he be with this military strategist? The turbidity of the world is contaminated together? Moreover, he actually knows my origin. This definitely does not mean that I am from the Liao family. Perhaps, it is an explanation for my body. Anyway, I'll go take a look.
As expected, at midnight, the noise outside showed no sign of abating. I lifted the curtain and went out, but there was no one around. The paper said that the Six Underworld tents in the west were heading west without thinking too much. I felt like I had a spiritual guide in my heart, and I never lost my direction along the way.
In front of a tent, without pausing for a moment, he lifted the curtain with great determination. There was only a faint candlelight, and the light seemed to be deliberately lowered, which could only illuminate the face of the person next to the table. I don't know why, when I saw that face, a name suddenly popped into my heart, a name I had obviously never heard of before.
He raised his hand and motioned for me to sit down, so I went over and looked at him carefully by the light of the lamp. He raised a slight smile and said, "Why, you don't recognize me? On the day you went down to the next world, you kept saying that you wouldn't forget me even if you don't care about the Meng Po Tang Nai Bridge."
I suddenly thought of something, but when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them out no matter what.
He raised his eyebrows, obviously smiling, but sighed: "It doesn't matter. Negative, do you still remember?"
I was stunned for a moment and nodded.
I just remember the name, but everything else has been forgotten. However, I always feel that remembering this name is enough.
"At that time, I would drink tea with you every day, and I'm afraid you would forget about it."
I lowered my head. What he said was true. I had indeed forgotten to be clean.
"I'm afraid you've forgotten all the things in the Zhifu Spiritual Realm a long time ago, right? If he hadn't promised you to keep these memories that day, I'm afraid you would have forgotten even me."
he? I looked at him doubtfully.
He waved his hand and shook his head: "He told you not to remember him until you have passed this life safely. This time when I went to the next world, he also specifically told me that you and Jimo will be in great trouble and you need my help. One ride.”
Nether? Only then did I notice his words. What is the Zhifu Spiritual Realm?
He seemed to know what I was thinking, and only said: "You don't need to know these things. What should come will come naturally. Jimo is a very ambitious man, but if it becomes a big thing, you are an indispensable part of it." . No need to ask any more questions, just wait and see what happens and let nature take its course. It’s late at night, Miss Liao, please go back."
My thoughts were flying, but he still had Mr. Xu's unsmiling look. I didn't want to stay longer, so I went back alone.
That night, I seemed to have dreamed of something, but when I woke up, I had completely forgotten it.
Early the next morning, the sound of military bugles was heard. When the curtains were lifted, Jimo could be seen leading people to practice martial arts. He seemed extremely strict and not at all as friendly as he was last night. It was obviously extremely cold outside, but his body was covered with beads of sweat. I think I was there early in the morning. One month is not that long after all, it needs to be grasped from time to time. Unexpectedly, Mr. Xu was nowhere to be seen. Last night, I saw that his collar was slightly open and he was not shy about it. It was as if he and I were old friends. The three inches of skin exposed under the overlapping clothes looked so strong and familiar. However, in the end, it is just a name that cannot be mentioned in my mind, and there is nothing else next to it.
I straightened out my clothes that were messy after sleeping. I never like to tie my hair up. However, the ground in the mountains is covered with deep loess, so my long hair that was hanging straight on the ground had to be tied up. There were two hostas on the table. It seemed that they were not outside. The only thing these men know how to prepare is Mr. Xu, if not Jimo.
Pulling up my hair, I held up the curtain and went out. The morning sun was not so dazzling, but I still squinted to see the things around me. There was a figure vaguely in the distance. Judging from the color of the clothes, it was Mr. Xu. He seemed to be calling me, so I picked up my skirt and went over.
The military tents in the mountain are arranged very tightly, and the only two spaces left open are the place for martial arts practice and the long table for dining. At this moment, Mr. Xu was sitting at the table, drinking morning tea and looking at the sweating people over there.
My steps were always very light, but his eyes turned to me quickly. The teacup in his hand paused, and he immediately poured the tea for me and handed it over to me as if he had time.
"You must be hungry, the chef is still busy." He tilted his head to indicate.
I shook my head. The days I came in were quite restless. I was used to being hungry and full, and I rarely felt hungry. I didn't come here to find some food, but just looking at his appearance, I felt that there were too many stories that he knew but didn't want to tell. Yesterday, my origin was written on the note, but last night, he barely mentioned a word about it. Obviously, he just wants to use this matter to get closer to me and tell me that we already know each other.
"Aren't you used to talking yet?" he asked.
I nodded, yes, I am not used to it. The old habits of sixteen years cannot be broken so easily.
"It doesn't matter. You don't need to open your mouth in front of me." His fingertips pressed against his temples, "I understand."
But I don't understand what he means.
He smiled softly and pushed the cup of tea closer: "Don't be impatient, you will know everything you need to know sooner or later. All you have to do now is just look at Jimo Dongli." He tilted his head and said with a tight smile He looked at Jimo with his eyes, "He must live well."
I looked at him puzzled, isn't Jimo Dongli still living well now? Even though that method was used.
"The path he wants to take is a path that no one will care about even if he dies suddenly. However, he cannot die." His eyes suddenly fell on my face, and he looked deeply into my eyes, as if there was something hidden inside. What did he say, "He can't die for others."
I still didn't understand, but I didn't ask again. The old cook brought out porridge and fresh wild vegetables from the mountains. I was about to take off my chopsticks, but he stopped me.
"Mr. Xu said that the girl is weak and cannot eat these." There was no change in his voice. "The tonic medicine is already on the stove, so the girl should wait a moment."
Yesterday, I heard the big guy with hairy legs saying that he was stubborn. I didn't want to argue much, so I had to put down my chopsticks and watch Mr. Xu snicker.
After the old cook left, he grinned and said, "The old cook is a little dull. Isn't it for your own good? That medicine was taken from Jimo Dongli's house. He didn't even touch it when he was injured and dying."
He smiled narrowly, and I turned my head and ignored him. Just then, they saw that the team gathering in Jimo seemed to be coming over. Indeed, looking at the sky, they didn't have time to have breakfast. But suddenly there were so many people, which made me feel depressed and uncomfortable. I stood up and tucked my hair behind my ears before leaving. But Mr. Xu suddenly said: "I won't stop you when you leave. I'll see him once before leaving. It's not that I mean to scare you. If he makes a mistake in the future, you will definitely regret it. I don't care about his life or death. I'll wait here." For five years, just waiting for him to bring you."
His words made my heart rise and fall.
The emperor was in the hands of the ghost, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Fuqi was just lingering in the south. The imperial edict was useless. Jimo Dongli is just a person I have met a few times, and he is just a person who survived the turmoil. From now on, dust will return to dust and dust will return to earth. Although we are in the same mountain col with him at the moment, in the future, I will never I don't think there is any connection between us. Although no one here regards me as an alien, I have become accustomed to a hidden life and will definitely not stay among so many people.
While I was hesitating, Mr. Xu spoke again. Jimo was already approaching, and his voice was particularly low: "If I hadn't given you a way to survive, Jimo would have taken the emperor to order the princes by now. The emperor who is still alive is an important bargaining chip, and he knows , the ghost also knows. But he gave it up for you. It’s unwise. I would rather you leave this world, so I don’t have to spend so much time trying to preserve it.”
The words fell just as Jimo's hand pushed up the tent closest to us.
I suddenly turned my head to look at him, but I didn't know what I was feeling.
Mr. Xu said this to ask me to be grateful to Jimo Dongli? As a general, he colluded with foreign enemies and did such a disgraceful thing. Moreover, judging from the situation this morning, although the people here are strange, they are the team he cultivated. As a general, the most taboo thing is to secretly have your own power behind the back of the court, no matter how cowardly the court is.
"It's still early, why are you up?" He pulled off the square scarf tied around his waist and wiped the sweat from his face.
