The words that should have been deep and sad came out of the mountain chief's mouth, but they seemed to be calm and gentle, as if he was explaining a trivial matter.
Li Ang comforted him and said, "You are so blessed that you won't leave us so early."
"Haotian is never fair, except in the matter of death, which treats all living beings equally."
The mountain chief looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's just a little regretful."
What are you sorry about?
Li Ang was puzzled in his heart. Failed to overcome the last hurdle of spiritual practice? Or were you unable to witness the victory of the Yu Kingdom’s war with your own eyes?
The mountain leader lowered his head and said seriously: "Promise me something."
"You say."
"Protect the people of Yu State."
Li Ang was even more confused. He has always believed in the unity of rights and responsibilities. He has enjoyed the convenience brought by his position as a patrol in the Academy, so he naturally takes protecting the people as a matter of course and will do it without being reminded by the mountain chief.
Why bother emphasizing it?
"It's natural..."
Before Li Ang could answer, the mountain chief interrupted: "This is not a request made in the capacity of the mountain chief or an elder, so there is no need to bear any burden.
Mortals are limited by their talents and abilities, and most of them are dull and short-sighted. Many times we cannot see or care about what will happen ten or a hundred years from now.
Monks are different. The farther they look at things, the more 'deviant' their answers are, and sometimes they even stand on the opposite side of the majority of people.
You have done enough for the people of Yu State, even I can't ask for more.
I just hope that if one day in the future, you are asked to make a choice, you can be more tolerant and compassionate towards mortals. "
The mountain chief's tone was extremely solemn, and Li Ang felt inexplicably uneasy when he heard these words.
A gentle breeze blew through the mountains, and a dark cloud slowly drifted in, blocking the warm sunshine.
The low hills are shrouded in shadow,
Li Ang took a deep breath, thought about it again and again, nodded solemnly and said: "I promise you."
"That's enough."
The serious expression on the mountain leader's face immediately dissipated. He stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile: "It's getting late. Have you eaten?"
"without."
"Then let's go. There is a restaurant in Xingzhou. Calculating the history, it is almost two hundred years old..."
Shan Chang walked down the low hill, perhaps because he had just paid homage to the tomb and missed his old friend. Shan Chang was very talkative and walked ahead chatting with Li Ang.
For example, although Taoan Village inherited its old name, all the villagers moved here after the flood, so no one knew him.
Xingzhou is famous for its persimmons and lotus roots, as well as the Yellow River carp. Although Li was the emperor's surname in the Yu State, and people were prohibited from eating carp to avoid taboos, no one took it seriously, and people generally ignored the officials. When the harvest is bad, the poor people rely on eating fish to survive.
While chatting, the two of them walked into Xingzhou and found a restaurant.
This restaurant is built on the bank of the Yellow River. Due to the siltation of the Yellow River, the water level is several feet higher than the ground outside the river embankment. Therefore, sitting on the high building, one can barely look straight at the river and see the vast misty waves of the Yellow River water rushing eastward.
The restaurant's business was very good, and the seats were almost full. When the shopkeeper saw Shan Chang with white beard and hair, out of respect for the elderly and the young, he asked the boy to serve him a bowl of noodles in advance.
The noodles are mutton noodles. The noodles are wide and tough, and the bone soup is as white as milk. More than a dozen thick slices of mutton are placed on the side of the bowl, with coriander, garlic sprouts and other toppings sprinkled in the middle. The aroma is fragrant.
The mountain chief took out two kuaizi from the box on the table. Just as he was about to move quickly, he turned around and asked Li Ang: "You want to eat first?"
Li Ang said with some humor: "You can eat first, I'm not hungry yet."
I don't know whether it was because he lost his appetite after a difficult battle, or whether his improvement in cultivation triggered new changes in Mo Si, but Li Ang was indeed not hungry at all.
"Then I'll start."
The mountain leader tapped the end of the tachyon on the table, aligned the tachyon, and inserted the wooden block into the bowl.
Buzz——
The next moment, the school jade pendants on their waists vibrated at the same time.
Li Ang picked up the jade pendant, frowned slightly and said, "There are police in the academy?"
The mountain leader nodded slowly, "It's probably due to changes in the Endless Sea."
"Then I'll go to the Prefect's Mansion and ask first."
Li Ang didn't bring the chichi worm with him. To know what happened, he had to go to the prefect's mansion to borrow the chichi worm.
He took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table. He stood up and walked downstairs towards the Xingzhou Prefecture.
brush--
He passed by someone. It was obviously an ordinary thing, but Li Ang suddenly stopped and turned back abruptly.
It was an ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a blue robe and a bun, holding a book under his arm, with a hint of a faint smile between his kind and gentle eyebrows.
For an extremely standard middle-aged Confucian scholar, Li Ang would most likely guess that he was a teacher or a newspaper editor.
Something is wrong, something is wrong.
When I first encountered the dream tapir, that feeling of discomfort and a lump in my throat came back to me again.
Li Ang felt his teeth itching, and subconsciously took a step, wanting to call out to the other party.
"..."
He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound - a strong sense of déjà vu gripped his heart,
If the middle-aged Confucian scholar was stopped at this time, all the pedestrians on the street would die.
This was definitely not an illusion. Li Ang could even vaguely see how the heads of passers-by exploded densely, and flowers made of blood bloomed from them.
Tap tap tap.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar walked into the restaurant, as if he already knew his goal, climbed the steps, opened the wooden door of the box, and sat down in front of the mountain leader very casually.
The mountain leader still maintained the posture of stretching the kuai into the bowl. He slowly put down the kuai, looked directly at the disciple he was most satisfied with before, and said slowly: "How did you get in?"
Coming around, it is obvious that he is not referring to the restaurant or Xingzhou City, but the entire Yu Kingdom.
"The talismans you have laid out can record the Qi movement of Brother Zhuxiao. When the Qi movement appears again on the land of Yu Kingdom, an early warning will be issued."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar, or Jun Qianzi, smiled and said: "Because of this, we had to disappear before, and each of us could only appear in the Yu Kingdom once at most.
But now, Lord Youqiong is awake. With his cultivation level, he is able to deceive your talisman in a short period of time if he is fully prepared. Help us sneak into the Yu Kingdom collectively. "
As if to verify his words, Jun Qianzi took out a compass from his arms and placed it gently on the table.
The glaze on the compass flickered, slowly condensing into dots of light.
Among more than a dozen gloomy red dots, guarded by a dull blue dot.
