It's snowing heavily and the New Year is approaching.
Jiang Ming had almost finished drinking the wine in the wooden house in the mountain... He found a wooden stick, picked up the deer, wild boar and other prey he had caught, returned from the mountains, walked into Ping'an County, and stood among the envious people. Watching him, he walked home.
After these years of development, Ping'an County has gradually become more prosperous. People are coming and going in the county, it is very lively, lights and colors are everywhere, and it is full of festive atmosphere.
Jiang Ming felt a little confused and recalled the year when Lao Scarzi was killed. Every house had red paper posted and every household hung lanterns...
However, the current situation is quite different from that of the past.
Although the Yan Kingdom was caught in the flames of war, after the Dayun Mansion was captured by the Feiyun Army, it lived in an orderly manner under its jurisdiction. The army would purchase grain, grass, and iron tools, but it would also give sufficient rewards, which was stronger than the Cangshan Army in the past. I don’t know how many.
In addition, Feiyun Army has always had a good reputation among the people. During the Cangshan Army Rebellion, Feiyun Castle came into being and saved the lives of countless people. It became famous... Now that Dayun Mansion has returned to Feiyun Army, there are some Many people were so happy that they even took the initiative to send steamed buns to Feiyunjun to express their gratitude.
However, the Feiyun Army never claimed to be benevolent and righteous. When they met anyone who had a blind eye or was a scoundrel, they would kill them very quickly. Several newly rising aristocratic families in the city were also severely beaten. The obedient ones, on the other hand, tried to win over each other and cooperated with each other, and managed Dayun Mansion in an orderly manner.
"There are so many talents in the Feiyun Army!" Jiang Ming chuckled in his heart. The Feiyun Army now controls the land of the Three Prefectures, and the situation is quite big... Without a few talented people, it would be impossible to achieve such a situation.
"It does look like a true dragon..." Jiang Ming muttered, and then made a few bah bah bah noises, not wanting Fang Lie and others to be sucked to death by him.
"Master Jiang is back!"
"Happy New Year, Master Jiang. I wish you a happy New Year in advance..."
"Have a good New Year, have a good New Year...the old gentleman is still in good health!"
Along the way, many people said hello to him and shouted "Master Jiang" in awe. Jiang Ming responded appropriately. Occasionally speaking a word or two would make the people who said hello to him glow with red faces and feel honored. , walking with head held high...
Time flies, things change and people change. It has been more than ten years since Jiang Ming crossed this world... Today's Madman Jiang has lost his youthful frivolity, but he is still a thorn in the side of the county.
The strength of the "third-rate peak warrior" can be regarded as unimpeded in Ping'an County. In the past few years, Jiang Ming has dealt with many rogues and beheaded several people, and he has great prestige in the county.
When he reached a two-story restaurant, Jiang Ming did not go in, but stopped and poked his head in. He found the boss behind the counter who was dozing with his head propped up, and he shouted loudly: "Fei, remember to bring wine in the evening when you are thirty!"
Time is ruthless, and it has gone through several turmoils and wars... In today's taverns, there are fewer and fewer familiar faces. Jiang Ming rarely sits in the tavern anymore, bragging and joking with the drinkers. At most, every day After going down the mountain for the first time, I took advantage of the night to play games in the tavern, and had a drink with A Fei in the tavern after closing the door.
Nowadays, Ah Fei has lost his youthfulness and is much calmer. However, when he heard the shouts outside, his eyes suddenly opened wide and his eyebrows were dancing again:
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"How can I, Boss Fei, forget about this? Wait a minute, Brother Ming, my drinking capacity has increased greatly this year, and I will definitely drink you down!"
"Don't learn from your father about bragging..."
Jiang Ming patted the head of a five- or six-year-old boy at the door, threw him a bag of roasted chestnuts he had just bought on the street, and continued to stagger forward.
On a street, a red-faced butcher who was busy selling meat saw Jiang Ming passing by. He quickly raised his head and shouted: "Brother Ming, lean meat, suet, and a set of sewers... I've given them to you at home!"
Today, Wang Dong has completely given up on his dream of being a warrior, but having practiced martial arts, he can still kill pigs with divine help, and his business is booming...
Jiang Ming nodded and walked slowly back home.
"Brother Jiang Ming is back... Come and eat the steamed pork made by my mother." In the small courtyard next door, a slim girl was practicing martial arts in a decent manner. Her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Ming.
"Tian An'an, how many times have I told you, you have grown up... and you have to call me uncle!" Jiang Ming's temples ached. Madman Jiang roamed Ping'an County and was only afraid of this one person.
"I don't care, we all have our own business. You call her sister, and I call you brother!" Tian Anan put her hands on her hips, and Jiang Ming completely lost his temper with her.
Jiang Ming caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye, rushing out from the next door room with a rolling pin, and quickly slipped back into his own house...
In the house, Zhou Wenxiu was cleaning the dust and said without looking back: "If you don't have food, go make it yourself!"
Jiang Ming was speechless. As she grew older, the temper of the former Axiu girl also grew...
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New Year's Eve, night.
The snow is falling just like the New Year's Eve that first came.
Jiang Ming took Zhou Wenxiu, covered some hot dishes in a wooden box, and walked through the snow nest to the other side of the county, arriving at a secluded bluestone courtyard.
Ah Fei's family and Li Qingqing's mother and daughter were all there. Tian Anan was teasing the little guy with a tough head and a tough head. Jiang Ming handed the food to the girls, then bent down and slipped through the door curtain and entered the house.
As soon as he entered the house, Jiang Ming felt warm all over.
The fire in the furnace was burning brightly, and it was all red, like a warm and bright life burning...
At the head of the bed, a skinny old man was sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the strong fire. The light of the fire was reflected in his cloudy eyes, as if it could rekindle the hope of life for him.
"Master Jiang, want a sip?" Jiang Ming picked up a plate of shiny wine gourd and said with a smile.
"Ah?" The old man looked up blankly, and when he saw that the person coming was Jiang Ming, he chuckled a little dullly: "Okay, I just love this sip of your wine, it's even mellower than what I brew myself!"
"Master Jiang is so complimentary!" Jiang Ming sat cross-legged across from Lao Jiangtou, and poured a small glass of wine for each of them on the small table between them.
Over the years, Old Jiangtou has become increasingly old and unable to walk. Jiang Ming used old yellow rice wine soaked with mutated medicinal materials to prolong his life. Unfortunately, no matter how good the medicinal materials were, they could only slightly slow down the process of life loss, but It cannot be reversed.
Lao Jiangtou took a trembling sip of wine and let out a sigh of relief. As if he suddenly remembered something, he slowly said: "How is the harvest going down the mountain this time... How much has Lao Scar exploited again?" ?”
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"It's not bad, I made some money!" Jiang Ming smiled, reassuring the old ginger.
"That's good, that's good..." Lao Jiangtou nodded and murmured, his eyes involuntarily moving to the firelight in the center of the room.
Tian An'an led A Fei's son, playfully came in to add some firewood, and then ran out to play in the snow.
The fire jumped, getting brighter and brighter, but the shadow in the corner of the bed became darker and darker, as if it could not be integrated into the light of the flame...
Jiang Ming drank in silence with Lao Jiangtou, and from time to time he heard him talk about some random things, some from a few years ago, some decades ago...
"Perhaps, the lives of all old people are like this... slowly, dying, slow movements, slow reactions, and the past that keeps emerging... Aging is quiet and beautiful, and dying without a disease may also be a happy thing..."
Lao Jiangtou has been able to survive many storms and wars, and is already much happier than many people...
Jiang Ming is immortal and has long lost the fear of death. Now seeing Old Jiang Tou's appearance, he feels a lot of emotion in his heart. No matter whether he lives forever or not, life will always be the most magnificent thing in the world.
Unknowingly, he seemed to feel that his martial arts realm seemed to have improved a bit...
"Martial arts is also a kind of life, which needs various experiences to fill it. Martial arts that only cultivates hard is like a hazy life, thin and weak..."
Ding
Jiang Ming clinked glasses with Lao Jiangtou and drank all the wine in the glasses.
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In March, the willow leaves sprout new buds, creating a scene of vitality and prosperity.
After all, Old Gingerhead could not survive the winter and died on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year.
At the foot of the mountain, in front of an earthen grave, Jiang Ming poured down two glasses of old wine, left the wine gourd in front of the grave, turned around and strode away.
The breeze blew, blowing a corner of clothes, and gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain road...
"I have been collecting herbs for more than ten years and have never left Dayun Mansion. It is finally time to go out and have a look..."
Immortality itself is boring. Only by enjoying the infinite scenery in life can you add all kinds of beauty to this long and peaceful life...
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One month later.
The continuous torrential rain has finally subsided, ushering in a sunny day with bright sunshine.
On the muddy official road, a young man was walking dusty with a large wooden box on his back.
Ahead, the continuous city wall appeared in sight.
As you get closer, you can see three big characters written in the middle of the tower.
Qinglin Mansion.
Jiang Ming stared at those three words and smiled:
"I didn't expect that in the past few years, Miss Wang, with the help of my information, really made the so-called 'Unknown Person' develop in a great way..."
When Jiang Ming left a letter back then, he was just doing it casually and did not have high hopes. After all, the information was just information, not a murderous knife... Miss Wang, as an ordinary person, was able to deal with all the major forces and use these... The use of intelligence to develop a force is really quite good.
"He also pushed me to be the ultimate boss of the Wuming One, Wuming..."
As soon as Jiang Ming said this name, he thought of the unlucky guy who played the erhu with full blood, and couldn't help but shake his head.
However, Jiang Ming did not object. This was also a kind of deterrence. Without a master behind the scenes, the power of the unknown and the famous would not be able to develop...
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In the past seven years, Wuming has taken action two or three times. Each time, he mercilessly killed first-class warriors. Even a first-class peak warrior fell under Wuming's sword... But Wuming has grown even bigger. Now, His tentacles have already touched all parts of Yan State.
Intelligence is wealth. With the development of power, the nameless people's subordinates have also gathered astonishing wealth. Countless treasures, rare and exotic objects, martial arts and martial arts are all hidden in the secrets of the nameless people.
The list of these treasures will be compiled by Miss Wang every year and presented to Jiang Ming for review.
And he came here this time because of the secret technique in a treasure list.
"The Broken Meridian Meridian increases the warrior's speed several times in a short period of time at the expense of breaking the meridians..."
"Can't get it right...another forbidden martial art that can be used!" Jiang Ming whispered and walked into the city.
In the past few years, he has seen a few martial arts forbidden arts, and Jiang Ming has also practiced some, but most of them are a bit useless to him, and this pulse-breaking meridian is what made Jiang Ming interested for the first time...
