Chapter 240

When the last cry of cicadas disappeared completely, the entire Qingyun Mountain was no longer verdant. The trees in the mountain were originally lush and lush, except for a few scattered leaves hanging on the branches at this moment, the autumn leaves on the ground had already disappeared. Slowly build up a thick layer.

The mountains are full of fallen leaves, but it is the autumn wind that is bleak.

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Saibei, Huaining City, Zhao Family.

Since autumn, the weather has become colder and colder. Mrs. Zhao's legs were infected with rheumatism many years ago, so the weather is even more difficult.

Xiaozi, the maid who originally served by Zhao Zilong's side, was also arranged by the old lady to be by her side after Zhao Zilong left.

"Little Zi, you said that Zilong is in the south, so I don't know if it's cold or not." Sitting on the big kang in the north that was already covered with earthworms, the old lady took a sip of the first-grade iron bestowed by the emperor in the early spring. Guanyin, click your mouth.

Taking the cup from the old matriarch's hand, Xiao Zi smiled all over her face: "Old Ancestor, you can relax. The south is not as warm as our Saibei, right now."

After hearing this, Mrs. Fu slowly let go of her worries about her precious grandson. After a while, there was some complaint on his face: "This child has been away from home for so long, and he doesn't know how to come back to see my old bone."

Xiao Zi couldn't help laughing, although everyone in the Zhao family was afraid of this heroine who was famous when she was young, but after getting in touch with her, it is not difficult to find that this old lady is in her old age and usually The old women are no different. They will also be worried about their son, and they will also be reluctant to part with their only grandson.

In another room not far away, Chu Ying was writing a letter home to her husband who was far away in Taiping Pass:

"Husband, how is your health recently? Please rest assured that I am in the family. I saw a letter from my husband yesterday, saying that the northern Qiang army has assembled as many as 30,000 troops, and the army camp where my husband is is also practicing repeatedly day and night. I am a female stream Since I can't serve the country on the battlefield, I only hope that I can support my mother and take good care of Zilong..."

There are so many things, no matter how big or small, I wrote almost five thick pages.

The ground outside the window, which had just been cleaned in the morning, now had another layer of fallen leaves. Chu Ying put the letter in an envelope and muttered to herself: "The autumn wind misses thousands of miles, and the bright moon shines on the people of the two places."

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Saibei camp.

The howling cold wind was so bitter that the sentry standing guard outside the barracks couldn't help shivering.

"Northern Qiang savage sons of a bitch, if you want to fight, you'll keep hoarding troops. What are you doing? When we really go to the battlefield, let's see if I don't cut off the heads of a few barbarians to make wine gourds." Dazhang Outside, the soldiers guarding the gate whispered.

"Just like you are cowardly, returning the wine gourd? I think you can only be a hero on the belly of your own mother-in-law." The soldier on the other side was a little disdainful when he heard the words, and he opened his mouth to attack.

"Why, don't accept it? If you don't accept it, you can also ask for a wife." The soldier who spoke up was not annoyed, but laughed and cursed.

The soldier who was sarcastic before stopped talking, and it took a long time before he spit: "When these Qiang barbarians are beaten until they don't even know their mothers, I will go home and beg for a house from our most beautiful woman, He gave birth to ten or eight with handles."

Soon, night fell, and the temperature difference between day and night in Saibei was huge. Coupled with the endless open terrain, at night, there was a chilling atmosphere.

Putting down the information in his hand, he casually took a piece of clothing from the hanger, and Zhao Wu walked out of the camp in casual clothes.

The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, but Zhao Wu frowned, feeling the slight chill in the air, worried about his mother's legs.

Walking casually, with his hands behind his back, Zhao Wu slowly walked to a slope.

He untied a small jade gourd from his waist, and stroked it lightly with both hands. The depression in Zhao Wu's heart caused by the continuous gathering of troops by the Northern Qiang in recent days also temporarily eased a lot.

Pull out the cork, put the mouth of the bottle on the tip of his nose and sniff it, Zhao Wu's face was full of intoxication, after thinking about it, he finally didn't drink at this moment. Thirty-year-old Saibei plum wine is very rare.

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Qingyun mountain top.

Except for Changshan who had already sneaked down the mountain, several disciples of Kongzhun Sanren all gathered here.

Finally, Xuankong's face no longer had a smile on his face, on the contrary, it was full of heaviness.

And Tsing Yi's face is full of indifference, she is proficient in metaphysics, she obviously already knows what is going to happen.

Among the three, only Zhao Zilong didn't know anything, but he was not in a hurry. Not long after he reached the peak of the fourth rank, his understanding of Bingjue also deepened a lot, and now he is very close to Dacheng.

The master and apprentice were not overly surprised by the miraculous rise in the younger brother's strength, as if everything was taken for granted, which made Zhao Zilong, who was a little secretly happy, very depressed.

Not long after that, Tsing Yi taught Zhao Zilong a lesson that can be said to be unforgettable in his life.

Zhao Zilong, with inflated self-confidence, went to Tsing Yi to compete one day ago, but after the two used the same level, Zhao Zilong was defeated with just one move. From body skills to moves, to reactions, Tsing Yi completely exploded Zhao Zilong.

Since then, Zhao Zilong has fallen into a crazy practice. According to Kongzhun Sanren, he has the realm of the peak of the fourth rank and the indestructible physique of King Kong, but if he really fights, he is not even the most common fifth rank. opponent.

How can Zhao Zilong not be stimulated by this?

Looking at the few disciples under his sect, Kong Zhun Sanren shook his robe.

"Great chaos is approaching, and peace will never be restored. Not only the Central Plains, but also Dongyi, Ximo, Southern Border and Beihai are ready to move." Kong Zhun Sanren sighed softly.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "Changshan has already descended, if nothing unexpected, he should have gone to Dongyi. Then Tsing Yi, I want you to go to Southern Xinjiang next as a teacher, while Xuankong is leaving for the West Desert. "

Seeing the two nodding their heads, only Zhao Zilong, who was still confused, looked at him, Kongzhun Sanren said indifferently: "Zilong, you have been under my sect for less than a year, but your luck is really grand. Now, we are almost reaching the threshold of Wangqi Realm."

You must know that Zhao Zilong's father, Zhao Wu, is only in the state of hope. In more than half a year, he has jumped from a young man who doesn't know what cultivation is to a master in the rivers and lakes. to how many people.

"You are different from Tsing Yi and Changshan. The tactics you have practiced are suitable for killing on the battlefield. With your current state, staying on the mountain will not help you very much. So, you should also go down the mountain this time. , don’t rush to find your parents, your experience is too monotonous, which is not good for your cultivation, as a teacher, I hope you can go back and visit them after a period of experience in Jiangchu territory.” Kong Zhun Sanren He said earnestly, among the three disciples, Chang Shan was the least reassuring, and although this little disciple was sensible, he was still young, which made him even more worried.

Nodding heavily, Zhao Zilong's eyes were a little red. He had already regarded his master, senior brothers and sisters as his most important relatives after going up the mountain for so long.

Seeing this, Xuan Kong and Tsing Yi stepped forward and patted Zhao Zilong's back lightly, their eyes full of encouragement.

After the autumn wind passed tonight, there was no trace of greenery in the whole Qingyun Mountain, and no one knew that the Qingjing Temple, the legendary dwelling place of the gods, was also empty at this time.

It's just that Xia Bucheng's leaves fall to the ground, so why does the autumn wind worry people.

This year is the sixteenth year of Dulwich College.