At night, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, a breeze blew again from Beiliang Territory, causing Lin Yuan to wrap up his clothes tightly.
He and Qin Boyong were sitting on the steps in front of the "Banshan Study". There was a jar of flower brew and two small bowls placed between them, as well as a handful of peanuts placed on the lotus leaves. The two of them drank wine, admired the moon, and talked.
This was the first time Lin Yuan drank alcohol in his life, and even the sweet flower wine made him a little heady.
Seeing Lin Yuan's face turn red, the old man picked up the wine jar and filled another bowl for him, and asked with a smile: "What happened in the Lu family today that could make a heartless person like you drink away your sorrows? "
Lin Yuan picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth. Without wiping his fingers, he put his hand into his hair and started to scratch it, as if he had a headache. After a long while, he stopped, put his palm on his forehead, looked sideways at the old man and said, "Qin Boyong, do you know the feeling of life passing before your eyes?"
I guess Lin Yuan was really a little drunk, and he started calling the old man by his first name.
However, Qin Boyong didn't mind. He said with a self-deprecating smile: "You forgot, I am a 'thousand-man massacre', with countless lives on my hands."
"Fuck you, uncle!" After Lin Yuan laughed and scolded him, he put down his arms, put his hands on the ground behind him, looked up at the bright moon, and said in a serious tone: "Then when you witnessed the death process for the first time, ,Are you afraid?"
Qin Boyong roughly understood Lin Yuan's thoughts. He also looked up at the sky and said softly: "Afraid, how can I not be afraid."
Lin Yuan chuckled and joked: "There are actually things in this world that can scare the 'Jade-faced Imperial Master'."
The old man also chuckled. He put the wine bowl in front of his mouth and said, "There is a first time for everything."
After saying that, Qin Boyong drank all the flower wine in the bowl. Lin Yuan also picked up the wine bowl and drank heavily.
However, Lin Yuan still didn't know how to drink. Halfway through the drink, he felt his throat was burning and he quickly tilted his head and coughed repeatedly.
Qin Boyong patted his back and asked a little funny: "So you are depressed because you saw a dead person with your own eyes for the first time today?"
Panting to calm down, Lin Yuan turned over and lay directly on the ground. Regardless of the impoliteness of lying around, he just looked at the sky and sighed, and then said with dull eyes: "It's not because of this... ..but I am thinking, if the person who died in front of me was Sister Weiyang or Sanli, would I be helpless like today and can only watch their lives pass..."
"Are you planning for a rainy day?" Qin Boyong asked, tilting his head.
With another long sigh, Lin Yuan put his arm on the bridge of his nose and whispered: "So be it."
The old man patted Lin Yuan's thigh, then reached out and grabbed the wine jar and drank heavily, finishing the remaining half of the jar.
"In my opinion, you don't have to worry about it." Qin Boyong said to Lin Yuan while holding the mouth of the altar.
But this kid seemed to be asleep, lying on the ground motionless.
Qin Boyong shook his head and chuckled. He looked forward again and said: "With your sister's fifth-grade perfect strength, there are few opponents in Beiliang Territory. As for the little brother in red, you don't have to worry. Instead of worrying about the two of them, you might as well consider your own safety."
What the old man said was true. Considering Lin Yuan's current physical condition, he really was "unable to restrain a chicken."
"It is precisely because they are worried about my safety that I am afraid..." Lin Yuan did not stand up, but just opened his mouth and murmured.
Qin Boyong understood Lin Yuan's worry and asked: "Are you afraid that the next danger will follow one after another, and they will be in danger if they stand in front of you?"
Lin Yuan responded with a "yes". He climbed up from the cold ground, lowered his head and asked himself: "What should I do then?"
"How about you hide back on Qifeng Mountain?" Qin Boyong said with a smile.
His suggestion attracted a strange look from Lin Yuan.
Qin Boyong did not choose to see Lin Yuan's reaction. He continued: "If you go to the mountain and become a tortoise, can you escape these problems?"
I thought the old man would say something wise, but I never thought it would be such a bad idea.
Lin Yuan scratched his head in distress, and said: "It's not that simple. Besides, I don't want to escape. My father's matter always needs to be clarified. What's more... it seems that he may still be alive. , I can’t even take a step back.”
"Since you don't intend to be a weak person, why are you worrying here?"
With sharp questions and sharp eyes, Qin Boyong left Lin Yuan speechless for a while.
He stood up and walked down the steps with his hands on his knees, standing with his back to Lin Yuan, looking up at the starry sky.
"Do you think that when the late king and I decided to revolt, did we ever consider the difficulties and obstacles involved in the process?"
"Do you think that the late king and I would have thought in advance that the establishment of the Northern Jin Dynasty would require many brothers to sacrifice their lives?"
Lin Yuan didn't know how to answer Qin Boyong's question.
"Do you think the late king ever thought that he would die on the battlefield during the Pengmiao battle?" Qin Boyong asked again.
Lin Yuan was speechless. After thinking for a while, he replied uncertainly: "Probably...no..."
"You are wrong!" Qin Boyong turned around with a flick of his sleeves. He looked a little excited.
"We have considered these things when we first met! We know how difficult it is to build a country where the people are healthy! We also know that many people will die for this! Even... Where did the late king go? , I already guessed at that time that I would die in battle while defending the territory of the Northern Jin Dynasty!" Qin Boyong's eyes were a little red.
Lin Yuan stood up slowly, wanting to go down and comfort him. But as soon as he stood up, Qin Boyong's impassioned voice sounded again.
"But even so, so what!"
"At that time, strength was the most important thing in the world, and the talk that all living beings are equal and lead to the same destination by different paths is bullshit! Once you have achieved success, you just want to step into Tongzhou to pursue the path to immortality. There are a few people who have considered the life and death of ordinary people. ?”
"The world is full of false prosperity, and people everywhere are in dire straits!"
"Brother Yun and I were not afraid at the time. We were also afraid that our success was made of the flesh and blood of others!"
"But if the late king and I had backed down, then when would the veil of hypocrisy in this world be torn apart?"
"Without the sacrifices of those soldiers, how could the Northern Jin Dynasty make a living for the people?"
"Although we cannot save the suffering people in the world, our persistence has at least allowed the subjects of the Northern Jin Dynasty to live a comfortable life."
"Wild boy, no one can know whether things in the future will be good or bad. You can imagine what will happen in the future, but you can't be afraid. As long as you are afraid, you can only stay put."
At this moment, Lin Yuan had already walked in front of the old man. He smiled lightly and said, "I'm just thinking nonsense. Is it necessary to use your experience to teach me a lesson?"
Qin Boyong put his hands behind his back. He stared at Lin Yuan seriously and said, "I have known you for many years, and I don't want to see you become a coward."
"Besides, you and Brother Yun have too many similarities."
Lin Yuan looked at his old friend blankly, thinking that he saw the shadow of his old friend in him.
Lin Yuan took a breath and sighed. He raised his arm and patted the old man's shoulder.
"You are afraid of seeing people around you being killed, but what's the use of being afraid? Although you can't practice, you have a good brain and can protect them wisely." Qin Boyong continued.
Lin Yuan nodded and responded: "Don't worry, I won't back down. My father hasn't been found yet."
The two had known each other for a long time, and then they laughed for no reason. They walked up the steps together and sat on the ground again.
"So, did you gain anything from the Lu family today?" The old man grabbed a few peanuts in his hand.
When he mentioned this, Lin Yuan had a headache. Today, he wanted to use Lu Mingcheng's incident to ask whether the funds used by the Liu family to hire killers were related to the Lu family. Who knew that stealing the chicken would end up losing the rice? life.
"Although the original goal was not achieved, it cannot be said that there was no gain at all..." Lin Yuan tried his best to keep his mind clear and began to sort out today's events.
"How?" asked the old man.
Lin Yuan's mind began to recall what the black man said before he died, but whenever he thought of the bloody face, the horrific scenes from the morning would pop up in his mind.
After vigorously shaking his head a few times, Lin Yuan held his breath and dismissed the blood-red image from his mind. He closed his eyes tightly and spoke slowly: "Desolate... Desolate Mountain!"
"What did you say?" The old man didn't hear what Lin Yuan said clearly.
Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and alert, he squinted at the old man and asked, "Do you know Desolate Mountain?"
When Qin Boyong heard the name, his brows suddenly furrowed and he put down all the peanuts that were brought to his mouth.
"Why do you ask for this?"
"The man in black you saw in front of the Lu family today told me before he died that Lu Hao was originally from Desolate Mountain. I guess he had more to say, but he died before he finished speaking. " Lin Yuan explained.
After listening to Lin Yuan's words, the old man began to rub his chin regardless of the oil stains on his hands. He was thoughtful and his eyes gradually became hollow.
"I heard that Desolate Mountain was originally the territory of a group of bandits. However, since the seventh year of the Golden Age, the Northern Jin Dynasty has gradually calmed down the civil strife. Most of the bandits have either abandoned the mountain or been wiped out by the army. The same should be true for Desolate Mountain. Such a situation." Lin Yuan told what he knew about the situation.
At this time, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside the fence.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Boyong hurriedly got up and walked straight back to the "bookstore". Only then did he remember that Lin Yuan was still there, so he shouted in the room: "You wild boy, you go back today! I'll check on the matter in Desolate Mountain!"
As soon as the sound fell, the wooden door closed with a bang.
Lin Yuan sat there blankly, blinked a few times and then stood up with the lotus leaf.
"Then I'll leave first!"
After saying hello, there was no movement in the room, and Lin Yuan did not stop, so he ate peanuts and left on his own.
