After lunch, Beirong sent cavalrymen pulling carts without weapons, bows and arrows to collect corpses under the city. In the direction of the Beirong camp, it could be seen that they were dismantling camp tents in preparation for the return journey.
There was a burst of joy at the top of Sihuang City, shouting victory.
With orders and restraints, they would not shoot arrows at the enemy cavalry below, but they would inevitably curse each other and greet their ancestors.
Both parties enjoy it endlessly, and they want to decide the winner or loser in their mouths, which is quite lively.
It can also be regarded as a way to heal the war wounds of soldiers on both sides. Hundreds of years of accumulated hatred cannot be passed away overnight with just a few insults. It will only become deeper and deeper.
Chang Siguo and Yi Shangyan did not stay at the top of the city to enjoy the dirty words of the soldiers.
The two returned to the courtyard in the west of the city and watched the soldiers clean up the west wing. After exiting, the pretty maid in Yi Shangyan's room was busy wiping the furniture and beds carefully, laying out new bedding and placing them. Place porcelain bottles and utensils.
Shan Liwen's fire bottle defense was a great achievement, and he was even more successful in discovering the tunnel and exposing the Beirong sneak attack conspiracy.
Rumors have spread that Shan Liwen will be guarded by Beimen and transferred to the governor of Beicheng.
Chang thought about shirk the credit and give it to Shan Liwen, not wanting to be in the limelight.
Shan Liwen would not let it become a common fault among his own people. He would live in a tent in a military camp and give up the housing in this courtyard. It would be in line with his status to move out and live in a separate courtyard.
Chang Siguo had just arrived, so he couldn't live in the big house in a grand manner. He understood this rule.
Discussing changing houses with Yi Shangyan who lives in the east wing.
Yi Shangyan was too lazy to go to the trouble of moving. In the past two years, the number of items purchased by the maid had increased day by day. It was not easy to move them once. Seeing that Chang Siguo insisted on changing, he took it upon himself to move Song Mu, who lived in the west wing, to the main house. Anyway, that was Mu Mu doesn't have any female relatives, so he just has some messy luggage. Furthermore, I heard that Mu Mu also wants to take a step up and take over the position of guard of the north gate. Living in the main house is suitable.
Yi Shangyan patted Chang Siguo on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, what kind of woman do you like? How old is she? Brother asked Qingya to go to the market to help you collect and buy a diligent maid to take care of your house. , there is also a warm quilt at night, so it won’t be like a wooden room or messy like a doghouse.”
He raised his brows evilly and made a look that every man would understand.
Chang thought that he could search the body of a female prisoner without any scruples. Although he was curious about this decadent and decadent life of a feudal landowner from another world, he still refused: "Forget it, it's good to live alone without having to wait on anyone."
Yi Shangyan laughed, seeing that the black brother's refusal was not obvious, and he knew better.
After all, I'm still not old enough, and I'm too thin-skinned.
He said, "Okay, you don't have to worry about this. After a while, when the city is settled, we can take care of it slowly." He looked into the room and said, "Let's have dinner at home tonight, Qingya, put that altar together." Bring out the Longjiang stove buried in the side room and cook a table of delicious dishes."
"Okay, I've finished cleaning up. Let's go get ready."
Yi Shangyan walked out and said to Chang Si: "The war has been decided. The Beirong people can't raise waves. We don't need too many people to guard the city. In the afternoon, you can go to the classics library and look through the books. But don't be in a hurry. Choose the direction of your future practice, wait a little longer, and wait until you have a clear idea before making a decision."
Chang Siguo nodded. He had exactly what he wanted. Yi Shangyan was there to help him cover up. He went to the classics library to read and understand the world, the body refiners and the qi masters. This was a top priority for him, so he gave it to Yi Shangyan. Yan separated and walked toward the classics library in the east of the city.
The library is a two-story old brick and tile courtyard house, surrounded by a low courtyard wall.
Pushing open the wooden door, under the eaves, two old men with missing arms and legs spread out on wooden deck chairs to bask in the sun.
"Excuse me, you two. I have been thinking about my past in Xiabeicheng for a while. Come and read a book when I have some free time."
Chang Siguo closed the wooden door, walked forward, stood outside the eaves, took off his waist tag, cupped his hands and said, "Please check."
The two old men who were feeling comfortable in the sun moved their bodies, turned over and continued to sunbathe.
The old man on the right glanced at the bronze sign with open eyes, then glanced at the unfamiliar-looking big black man, baring his incomplete yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "Go in, and look around on the first floor. At this time of the war, the only people who can read are I am one of you, please tidy up your bookshelf after reading it and don’t mess it up. You need to copy it, and there is pen, ink, and paper on the desk. Do it by yourself. I only have one arm left, so it’s not convenient for me."
He said with a big yawn.
I heard Yi Shangyan say that these crippled old men hanging around in places such as the Service Building, Classics Library, and Martial Arts Hall are the older generation of cultivators in the military. They have no descendants to support them, and they don’t want to go back to the big city to live alone. In Tiannian, he still stays in the army and hangs out. He doesn't have to go on missions, but he is happy and free.
"I don't dare to bother you, sorry."
I often miss my fault.
Stepping up the steps and passing between the lounge chairs, he pushed open the heavy old double doors, crossed the threshold, and entered the dim and slightly musty main hall. He glanced around and saw a row of simple tables, chairs and desks against the left wall, where the Four Treasures of the Study were placed. There are stairs at the back leading to the second floor.
Entering the room on the left, there is a circle of old wooden bookshelves along the wall.
The bookshelves are divided into layers, and many books, bamboo slips, leather scrolls, silks and other objects are placed there.
Chang Siguo walked around the two rooms on the first floor and couldn't find the order of reading for a while. When he turned around and saw two old men sleeping with their mouths open, saliva dripping, and their snores were loud, he gave up. The evil guest in one's sweet dreams.
He went to the room on the left, moved a chair, picked up a book from the bottom corner and started reading.
At most, it would take a few days to read all the books in the two rooms.
I flipped through the pages for more than an hour and read eight books. I read carefully the content I was interested in and briefly browsed the exercises and skills.
These ancient book exercises are not lengthy treatises. Most of them are concise and concise, and they save pen and ink.
Chang Siguo discovered a phenomenon. All the exercises he had read had one thing in common. They only recorded the True Yuan Realm of the First Tribulation, the Solid Origin Realm of the Second Tribulation, the Crystal Bone Realm of the Third Tribulation, and the Pulse Extension Realm of the Fourth Tribulation. The realm came to an abrupt end. According to the records, there are still follow-up exercises. I don’t know why they are not all recorded?
I was engrossed in reading a travelogue when I suddenly heard a clear and rapid sound of a horn.
Chang Siguo put the scroll back on the shelf, moved the chair back to the wall, and walked out the door. This was a warning signal for war to summon all the soldiers to the city. It was strange. Did the Beirong people regret their previous move? Are you coming to attack the city?
Under the eaves, two old men pulled out sharp daggers from nowhere, staring at the courtyard gate with their sleepy old eyes on guard.
Chang Siguo bowed his hands and jumped out without saying a word, not forgetting to close the wooden door.
One of the old men slapped his forehead to react, stuffed the knife under the wooden handle of the lounge chair, and muttered and cursed: "If it's a big deal, just blow the horn randomly. I was so scared that my heart was pounding. I thought the thieves had entered the city." ……sleep."
He lazily lay back on the lounge chair, turned over and faced the door with his buttocks to bask in the sun.
The other old man put away his weapon silently. After a while, the two old men fell asleep again and snored loudly.
In the direction of the North City and East City, the horns were still blowing urgently, echoing over the Four Deserted City, but they could not cover up the passionate snores that were roaring one after another under the eaves.
