The words that should have been deep and sad came out of the mountain chief's mouth, but they seemed to be calm and light, as if he was explaining a trivial matter.
Li Ang comforted him and said: "You are so blessed that you will not leave us so early."
"Haotian is never fair, but treats all living beings equally in the matter of death."
The mountain chief looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's just a little regretful."
What are you sorry for?
Li Ang was puzzled in his heart. Could he not break through the last hurdle of cultivation? Or could he not witness the victory of the Yu Kingdom's war with his own eyes?
The mountain leader lowered his head and said seriously: "Promise me one thing."
"You said."
"Protect the people of Yu State."
Li Ang is even more confused in his heart. 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 it as a matter of course to protect the people and will do it without being reminded by the mountain chief.
Why should we emphasize it deliberately?
"This is 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 they 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.
The 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, and nodded solemnly: "I promise you."
"This is 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 yet?"
"No."
"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 has inherited its old name, all the villagers moved here after the flood, so no one knows it.
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, people were prohibited from eating carp to avoid taboos. However, no one took it seriously, and the people generally ignored the officials. Harvest
In bad times, the poor 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, you can barely look straight at the river and see the vast misty waves of the Yellow River water rushing eastward.<
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The restaurant's business was very good, and the seats were almost full. The shopkeeper saw Shan Chang with white beard and hair, and 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. The bone soup is as white as milk. More than a dozen thick slices of mutton are placed on the edge of the bowl, with coriander, garlic sprouts and other toppings sprinkled in the middle. The aroma is fragrant.
The mountain leader 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’s because he lost his appetite after a difficult battle, or whether his cultivation has triggered new changes in Mo Si, but Li Ang is 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 put 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.
He was an ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a blue robe and a turban, holding a book under his arm, with a hint of a faint smile between his kind and gentle eyebrows.
An extremely standard middle-aged Confucian scholar, Li Ang would have to guess, is most likely a teacher or a newspaper editor.
Something is wrong, something is wrong.
When I first encountered the dream tapir, the feeling of discomfort all over my body, like a lump in my throat, came back to me again.
Li Ang felt that his teeth were itching, and he 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. He climbed up the steps, pushed open 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?"
Come around, obviously 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 monk 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. Each of us can only appear in the Yu Kingdom once at most.
But now, Lord You Qiong is awake. With his cultivation and full preparation, he is enough to hide your talisman in a short period of time and help us sneak into the Yu Kingdom collectively."
As if to verify his words, Jun Qianzi took out a compass from his arms and gently placed it on the table.
The glaze on the compass flickered, slowly condensing into dots of light.
Among more than a dozen miserable red dots, there is a dull blue dot guarding it.
This chapter has been completed!