"There are people on both sides of the valley, about a dozen." Ling Muyun drove the carriage slowly.
"Well, he's a deserter, not a robber."
"Is there any difference? They are all in the business of robbing families and homes."
After walking a few dozen feet, there were three people blocking the way.
"Brother, we are only robbing wealth, not lives, so please cooperate." The leader of the group, the bearded man, did not look vicious, and when he spoke, he did not sound like a vicious person.
"Isn't this the difference? Robbers want both money and life, while deserters only want wealth."
Jia Nianxi raised his head and looked ahead with interest.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
Ling Muyun struck a thunderbolt from his palm, blowing the bluestone in the distance into pieces.
"What now?"
"Please!" The big man signaled and moved out of the way.
"How could a good soldier get into the business of robbing families and homes?" Jia Nianxi stuck his head out of the car and asked.
"Miss, we are Brazilians and soldiers of the Qin Dynasty. Since the Battle of Feishui by King Fu Tian, the Qin Dynasty has been in danger, and we met Yao Changxu who killed Fu Jian in Xinping Temple. Therefore, we are in exile and have no choice but to do this."
The big man with beard clasped his fists and bowed.
"Go back. If you do this business too much, you will become a bandit." Ling Muyun took out a jewel from the package and threw it to the big man: "Change it and make it into a package."
"Qiao Zong thanks you for your kindness! Dare you ask me your name?" Qiao Zong looked excited.
"Why bother with your name?" Ling Muyun raised his long whip and drove the ox cart forward.
"Brother Ling, why don't you let him go to the Immortal Crossing?" Jia Nianxi sat in the car for a long time and also sat on the shaft of the car with his legs hanging down.
"There is no shortage of ordinary soldiers on the Immortal Crossing. If he can go back with peace of mind, he will live up to my good intentions." Ling Muyun explained.
Jia Nianxi picked up a bottle of wine and took two sips; "Brother Ling, sing a song."
"Then let's play a Xizhou song."
Jia Nianxi did the thing he regretted most in his life.
As a result, no matter how boring the trip is, singing will not be mentioned.
Even if Ling Muyun was in the mood, he would be interrupted by her excuses.
There are many Rouran and Chile people in Gaochang City, but few Han people.
The Kan family is even scattered in the Han area in the east of the city.
If it weren't for Hu Erniang's support, Ling Muyun really wouldn't be interested in visiting Gaochang.
It is only used as a transition and supply for the journey.
After asking around for a long time, Ling Muyun finally met Kan Qi.
He is not tall and is dressed in advanced attire. He is holding a book with the cover peeled off. The scattered pages in the book must be related to Feng Shui.
"Can I ask if it's Uncle Kan Qi's house?" Ling Muyun knocked on the door knocker, interrupting Kan Qi's interest in reading.
"I'm here, sir, what's the matter, young master?" Kan Qi turned his head, with a puzzled look on his face.
It was supposed to be a small courtyard, but in order to catch up with the system, it was changed into a double courtyard.
"I have been entrusted by Hu Erniang to come and pay my respects." After saying that, Ling Muyun handed over the golden walking stick that had been prepared in advance.
I was still wondering who Hu Erniang was, but when he saw Jin Buyao, Kan Qi was struck by lightning and froze on the spot.
When he came back to his senses, he took Jin Buyao tremblingly, his voice trembling slightly: "Erya...how are you?"
"Well, eat well, sleep well, have a broad mind, and... no regrets." Ling Muyun combined Hu Erniang's figure to enrich Hu Erniang's words.
"No regrets... Silly boy." A trace of relief flashed on Kan Qi's face: "Young master, after a long journey, I have to take a break. I'll let my wife make some homely meals. I hope you don't dislike it."
Kan Qi was so enthusiastic that Ling Muyun and Ling Muyun couldn't refuse, so they watched Kan Qi carefully place the golden step and talked about Hu Erniang.
Hu Erniang, whose original name was Kan Erya, was a well-known beauty in the Han area of Gaochang.
About twenty years ago, Sima Wei arrived in Gaochang. It is not known exactly what happened, but the heroic look on his face fascinated Hu Erniang.
Therefore, Hu Erniang learned the style of Chile and found an opportunity to express her feelings to Sima Wei.
Sima Wei had lived outside the border for a long time and did not take Hu Erniang's words seriously.
The style of the two Jin Dynasties was an era that advocated aesthetics.
If a person has a beautiful skin, his interesting soul will be noticed, and therefore he will get more chances to be liked.
Pan Yue, also known as Pan An in the former Jin Dynasty, would see a large number of people with cerebral palsy sending flowers and fruits every time he went out.
As for Sima Wei, he was in his prime, majestic and graceful, and it was not surprising that a few people with similar brain problems would say a few words of admiration to him.
Therefore, when Sima Wei said to Hu Erniang with a wicked smile: "If you were fatter, I would like you."
Hu Erniang believed the joke and ran away from home paranoidly. Following the footsteps of the Northwest King, she went to Tushan.
Unexpectedly, Sima Wei, who was more beautiful than Pan An, became the king of the northwest who had difficulty walking.
And she has become a plump boss lady wearing heavy makeup.
Regret? not regret.
Just keep it.
"Uncle Kan's book is quite old." Ling Muyun changed the topic to prevent Kan Qi from being too sad.
"It is said to be a fragment of the Burial Sutra, but it has no beginning or end. I have nothing to do, so I just looked through it. If you like it, you can take it." Kan Qi carefully closed the book and handed it to Ling Muyun.
"The Burial Scripture?"
Ling Muyun did not take the book from Kan Qi. Instead, he went out of the courtyard, took the "Burial Sutra" from the ancestor's treasure from the ox cart, and handed it to Kan Qi.
"This..." Kan Qi turned over a few pages of the burial scripture and compared it with the fragment in his hand. He found that it was more detailed and involved the methods of the ancestral temple and Jiangxi. He couldn't put it down for a while.
"Uncle Kan, take it if you like it. I got it by chance. If you didn't mention it today, I would have forgotten about this book."
"How can this be done? A gentleman will not take away someone's love, and this thing is too valuable." Kan Qi endured his heartache and pushed the book over.
In addition to inheriting the Yixue from his family, Guo Pu also inherited the Taoist theory of magic and mathematics. He was a very famous alchemist and was said to be good at many strange alchemy skills.
Among them, the most famous ones are "Book in the Green Bag", "Annotations to the Water Classic" and "The Burial Classic".
The two of them pushed it back and forth, but Jia Nianxi couldn't stand it. He grabbed the burial scripture, tore out three pages, and swallowed it in his mouth: "Isn't this just a broken copy? Collect the broken copy to save trouble."
Kan Qi felt pain in his heart and quickly wrapped the burial scriptures in brocade cloth and placed them at the bottom of the box.
There was another wave of attempts to persuade him to stay, and finally, he waved his hand far away at the door and watched Ling Muyun and the others leave.
"It's a pity to tear out a few pages!" There was no blame in Ling Muyun's tone.
"Kan's possession of this fragment is considered a gift to God. Even Guo Pu couldn't withstand the secret of the entire burial sutra, let alone the Kan family?"
What Jia Nianxi said was not something an eight-year-old child could say.
"In any case, it can be regarded as living up to Hu Erniang's entrustment. Let's replenish some supplies so that Gaochang won't waste time anymore. How about that?"
Ling Muyun did not discuss the Burial Sutra with Jia Nianxi.
"Next stop?"
"Let's go to Dunhuang, don't stop on the way, save time."
"That's a long way to go."
The road is long but the words are near.
