Chapter 961 The old place of Qiling is full of flowing water and strong winds

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In the ancient country southwest of Qi Ling, the road is filled with yellow sand. It is clear that summer is about to come, but there is still no sign of slowing down. In the court, there are civil servants who are the same as Zhennan General Bai Fuji. They will never give up this good opportunity, but they are worried about Qi. In recent years, I have become very good friends with Bai Qiji. Seeing that Zhang Weilu is about to take over as the head of the Zhang family, I don't know what his intentions are. Although there are many temptations, it is a pity that both father and son are safe and never show their true feelings. Therefore, many officials in Qi Ling who were good at seeing the wind and ruddering and falling in the face of the wind became cautious and did not dare to openly compete with Bai Jiji. They had to secretly spread some unfavorable words in the hope that one day the wall would collapse and the building would collapse, which would benefit the people. Make profit from it.

Most of the rhetoric accuses him of being a general in Zhennan in vain. In order to guard against Yizhang's tiger attack on the South Road, he built too many fortifications and fortified cities, wasting people and money, and not being frugal. Every year in the court was spent on the country's troops and horses. The amount of money, food and manpower has actually increased by about 50% since he took office in vain. The redundant expenditure has endangered the Qiling treasury, wasting people and money, causing complaints and being blamed by God. The yellow sand of the old land of the ancient southwest country has not retreated for a long time, and the ability to command the army has... It really can't be called brilliant.

But all the military officers who can be ranked among the ministers know that their ability is in vain. Only the soldiers and horses guarding the border on the east and north roads have never been in vain, and they have spent countless money and manpower to build strong cities and guard paintings. After Yanshan, the North Road and the East Road both unexpectedly relaxed. At a time when the number of soldiers coming from conscription during the Taiping Years has been decreasing year after year, the number of soldiers guarding the border on the East and North Qiling Roads has increased instead of decreasing. Suddenly Eliminate the hidden danger of insufficient soldiers guarding the border between the two places

On the other hand, looking at the Huayan Mountain area on the South Road, except for the loss of troops that need to be supplemented, soldiers are never asked for.

Once the plan was figured out, Qiling was in urgent need of relief. Thinking back to the days when the world was never at peace, even if Yi Zhang had not mobilized a large number of troops to attack Qiling in the north, the latter still had a problem in his throat. Even after the alliance was signed, he did not dare to take it lightly. Every year, nearly Forty to five percent of the troops need to be dispatched to the southern border to guard against a sudden attack by Yizhang based on the danger of Huayan Mountain. However, after Bai Fuji straightened things out and built the city, he no longer had to worry too much about the southern border. Instead, he only had to take care of Shangqi, which borders the north road, and Zihao, Xiasong, which is connected by the east road. Even though it cost a lot of money, he still It's a good idea.

As the most powerful general in Zhennan among the military officers inside and outside the court, he has never sought much fame for himself. He has spent countless efforts to arrange such a big move in the southern border. During the holy season, I never show my merits, and mostly seek rewards for my elite soldiers and generals. In these two or three years, although there is no war on the surface, secret wars and temptations in places such as Shiyingzhuo have never stopped, so they often There are soldiers who have died many times and have made meritorious deeds in vain, but all of them have been recorded one by one. Soldiers who have died in battle and have families, young and old, can receive a lot of money to support their livelihood. Those who have never died but have meritorious service, Seek promotion and salary increase in an official position in the military. Therefore, even if there are still people in the court who have bad intentions and ruin their reputation, the reputation in the military is still very high.

But the wind and sand in the ancient southwest country are indeed getting stronger day by day. At first, there were still many desperate people, but now, there are no traces of people and birds, and they have to give up this place.

Such a vast area is left with raging wind and sand.

Sporadic rides to high places, horses' bells ringing, and rolling winds and sands pass by by themselves. However, depending on the height of the mountain, it is still not possible to escape the wind and sand. It rages all over the sky. Flying sand and rocks cover people's eyes. It is obvious that the southern part of Qiling is clear, so they avoid this place.

"With such wind and dust, there are still a few people who plan to pass here. It's hard to say what kind of thoughts they have. Ordinary warriors may not be able to survive if they step into this place, let alone a merchant caravan. Customers who want money rather than their lives, I don't know. How to exhort.”

Beitang Feng was most aware of his general's thoughts. Apart from occasionally chatting about nothing, the latter was always unwilling to speak without reason whenever something happened. Whenever he spoke, he either had something important to discuss or his mind had changed. It is estimated that even the civil servants in the court who are most disgusted with Bai Fuji, or the military officers who are jealous of talents and talents, do not know that Bai Fuji has such habits that they may not even know about. If he stopped to speak now, his character must have changed. It was rare that he had the understanding to say a few words of flattery, but at the end he reached out to take off his helmet and scratched his forehead, but still nothing came out.

"Have you ever heard the troupe sing, General?"

After being silent for a long time, Yan Siguan, who had followed Bai Ji out for a rare occasion, spoke up. He sat up straight on his horse, stretching his shoulders and back, without taking off his helmet. His clothes and armor were neatly dressed, and he looked towards the yellow sand with his eyes narrowed and his hands on his eyebrows.

Bai Negiji glanced at Yan Siguan beside him in confusion. He was very puzzled. The latter rarely mentioned the big and small things he went through before joining the army. His background was quite clean. He heard that he was in a theater troupe that was not very famous in his early years. I have made a living in martial arts, but I have never heard Yan Siguan take the initiative to talk about it, such as

The sudden mention of this immediately aroused his thoughts, and he urged Yan Siguan to come over. Beitang Feng, who had always been at odds with Yan Siguan, rarely turned his face away and looked at Yan Siguan in the same way.

Ever since he took over as the General of Qiling Zhennan, the past few months have not been short. It is the first time that Bai Qingji feels so comfortable and at ease. There is no need to cover up the complicated worries in his chest, and he rarely has a chance to rest. Although it is The ten battalions digging into the ground still cannot be taken lightly, but there is no need to worry about Yi Zhang all the time to draw the eaves of the mountain and drive straight into it, which will naturally give rise to some leisurely fun.

Yan Siguan always speaks in an extremely concise manner. Even when he talks about the past, he still doesn't add any words. It's like picking off the excess skin and flesh, leaving only the main bones of the body. He talks about it in a plain and simple way, and only consumes the effort of two or three cups of tea. He recounted everything that happened in the troupe in Caixiantan, and then stopped abruptly when Cheng Jingdong and Mo Yun finally found peace and joined the Qi Ling army.

"It is not easy for anyone to live. Compared to other places, the Three Kingdoms on the West Road are relatively prosperous, especially the lights in the imperial city are always lit, people spend all night having fun, and the rich princes send their servants to hold lanterns for night tours. However, there are still countless people who are worried about their livelihood. You may not be able to get enough food, let alone those ordinary people in the world who are proficient in fists and kicks, but are completely unable to start a gang with their fists and kicks. Therefore, many people take risks out of desperation. If you are alone, one person can only keep warm, but those who have In the family, there are old people who are often sick, and there are children who need to be mature. Thinking about it this way, the wind and sand that can kill people are not necessarily terrible in the world. The family has no worries about food and clothing, so it is miserable and terrifying. "

In the ancient ruins of Baizhang wind sand, there are

The person glanced at the higher place, nodded silently, and then continued to dive into the place where the wind and sand were the loudest. However, Bai Jiji, who was high up, and the Fenyan Temple Pass in Beitang beside him, saw no trace of anyone in the wind and sand.

This person is not dressed like a Jianghu person who walks around the ancient country southwest of Qiling all year round. His clothes are covered with broken jade and gold threads, his sleeves are lined with clam beads and green hair, and he has a long beard and green hair. He is clearly living in the fierce wind and sand. Narrowing his eyes, he didn't stumble like ordinary people when walking. Instead, he walked as if walking on flat ground. He seemed to be wandering back and forth in the ruins of an ancient country. It seemed that he had not found what he wanted for a long time, so everywhere he sat he felt like the wind and sand. Isshiki paused for a moment at the ruins, then frowned, tapped two fingers on his forehead, and laughed at himself twice.

In the past, I did remember that there was such a place with strange Feng Shui, but it was still too far away from now. When I think about it again, I don't know when it will be.

After all, it’s because I’m getting older and my memory is so bad that old things always feel close at hand, while new things always feel like they’re a lifetime away.

On the shore of Daquan Lake, a strangely dressed man with long beard and green hair suddenly stabilized his figure and pointed towards the center of the lake.

Thousands of piles of snow were thrown up by the waves, and the 800-mile-long Daquan Lake was divided into two.

In the streets outside the Mocheng City Lord's Mansion, an old storyteller was talking happily about a new paragraph. Usually, he was just talking about heroes and warriors in the world, but the two new paragraphs were not talking about heroes and knights, but about such heroes and knights. He is the most inconspicuous horseman in the world. He said that he saw mountain flowers blooming on the road. He said that when the road ahead was blocked, the flowers were dim and blooming in the season. When walking along the mountain stream, he saw geese chasing chickens and dogs in the village. Along the high river, he saw the bamboo picking fairy family.

There are many people in the city who are willing to listen to the old gentleman’s stories.

Quite a few, not to mention that the summer scene has already begun to appear in Mocheng City, and there are many people enjoying the cool air to relieve their troubles. They all go to the old gentleman's storytelling place to enjoy the cool air. There are often melons and fruits coming and going at the mouth of the well, which is the most comforting thing after the hard days. But just when the old gentleman got to the point of talking, he stopped talking for no reason, cleared his throat and gave a startled sound, said something that he would talk about later, and then turned around and left, completely ignoring the people behind him to stay, until no one was around. Chu's body turned electrically, and he instantly stepped into the city lord's palace.

Next to the green futon, the man with long beard and green hair was sitting down cross-legged. When he saw the old man's figure appeared out of thin air, he nodded slightly, which was considered a courtesy.

Under the suppression of several jade pommel spirit treasures, it is naturally no small matter to destroy someone. When the old man looked at the strange-looking man, the latter's face was very gentle, and it seemed that he could destroy the spirit treasures that were not many in the whole world. On its own, it's not a big deal worth talking about.

"An ordinary temple keeper from Qinshui Town came to meet the world's best at that time. He is not as well-known as meeting him. His courage is really admirable."

The old gentleman also put away his solemn expression, sat down cross-legged, and waved his hand at the man, "How can a storyteller from the mountains dare to claim to be the best in the world? I'm afraid I have found the wrong person. We neither know each other nor have any friendship. Old officer, I am just a guardian of the dojo, why should I be so polite?"

Suicune was not angry, nor would he believe the words of the person in front of him to fool the fool. He raised two fingers, pointed at a futon beside him and pointed at it while the old man looked at it attentively.

A corner of the sky above the desert city that was supposed to be full of cracks suddenly calmed down, and the sky was indifferent.

"I learned some tricks in the early years, but when I saw that this spiritual treasure was lacking, I couldn't bear it, so I showed off."

The old man hesitated for a while, then stood up and saluted.

Before the salute, the old man was just an old gentleman who told stories outside teahouses and restaurants to win favor. After the salute, it was Nie Changfeng who had been in charge of Mocheng for countless years.

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