Jinmen is not far from the capital, it only takes half a day by train, and it takes at most two days to walk. Fei Jingting came out of Jinmen and walked all the way towards the capital.
Along the way I saw a lot of the customs and customs of Beizhili, and compared them with what I remembered a few years ago when the Zhili warlords were in power, I found that there was basically no difference.
The same exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, the same people living in dire straits. If there is a difference, it is that the Zhili clique is at least local, and they are not so overbearing in their work. It is different if it is the Feng clique. The soldiers and horses from outside the Guan Dynasty speak with a rough accent.
He has a bad temper and will fight you if he disagrees with you.
As for the impact of successive years of war...well, it has almost no impact.
Fei Jingting also specifically asked an old man who was walking around. The old man said that he was caught up in the war between Feng Yuxiang and Feng Yuxiang. The two sides fired a mountain cannon from a long distance away, and then crackled for a while.
The old man looked at the gun for a long time but couldn't figure out who was winning. Then he roared and charged, killing a dozen unlucky guys, and then retreated in a swarm.
So it's no wonder that warlords these days are afraid of the great powers. In fact, their military strength is only on paper, and when it comes to real fights, it sounds lively, but it is just child's play in the eyes of the great powers.
Seeing the capital, the clone began to think wildly.
This thing is also strange. It is said that he is a clone. His body is new, but it carries all the memories of the original body. So it is a bit disturbing. He can't figure out whether he is Fei Jingting or a brand new life.
After thinking wildly for a while, he felt that he should say goodbye to the past. Although he remembered the experiences of his true body, they no longer belonged to him.
So he spent some inspiration and changed his appearance. His figure became thinner and his face became more heroic. He found a mirror and took a look. Guess what, this face looked familiar! So he gave it to himself.
Got a new name - Yan Shuangying.
The clone felt that the name was extremely appropriate. Apart from other things, it was at least invulnerable. In terms of skill, even without using magic, this guy was a bit more powerful than the original. He immediately started to play around, and this was
In parallel time and space, if you become famous, will you really become the captain of China a hundred years later?
On the second day, he stepped up his journey and finally arrived at Baiyun Temple. When he inquired about it, he frowned. It was for no other reason than that Baiyun Temple in the capital was the head of the jungle in the ten directions of Quanzhen.
The Quanzhen lineage emphasizes escaping from the world and practicing cultivation, but Taoist priests also have to make a living, and the Quanzhen lineage does not know how to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, so they can only set up secular temples in the jungles of Shifang to store incense for practice.
But rules are meant to be broken. Who would have thought that by the time of the Republic of China, Shifang Jungle would become the representative of the Quanzhen lineage.
Yan Shuangying went into the temple and walked around while offering incense. Except for the three monkeys hiding in various places, he could not find any Taoist priests who were practicing Taoism.
I think this Baiyun Temple is similar to those monks and churches. They deceive the world and steal their reputation, collude with dignitaries, and bully good people. I'm afraid all the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen lineage are hiding in the mountains, right?
Fei Jingting, who was greatly disappointed, spent a day in Baiyun Temple and set off south early the next morning. This time the goal was still clear - Wudang Mountain.
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Twilight all around.
The little maid ran back to the room, turned around and closed the door. Then she approached Wanyan Tongji and said, "Miss, Meng Xiaodong next door went to Jinmen, and I heard that he went with Mr. Mei.
Eh? Miss, do you think these two are... together?"
Wanyan Tongji had something on his mind, and he rarely scolded him: "You are chewing your tongue... What does other people's affairs have to do with you?"
The maid didn't take it seriously and said: "Isn't this just idle time?" After a pause, she said again: "Miss, are you planning to run away?"
"Huh?" Wanyan Tongji was shocked!
She didn't tell anyone that she was going to run away secretly, so she secretly packed a baggage, which was only a few pairs of jewelry and twenty dollars. Thanks to her growing up next to Guoluo Mama, she finally
I have saved so little personal money. If I had been living with my parents, I might not even be able to save some jewelry.
She hid the luggage in the cabinet early, locked it, and hid the key close to her body. It was said that no one would find it.
"How did you know?"
The little maid curled her lips and said: "Miss, your jewelry is gone, and I don't see you in a hurry, so you must have packed it away. Aren't you planning to run away?" After sniffing, the little maid said sadly:
"Be careful, you are too cruel. If you run away like this, I'm afraid my wife will beat me to death when she comes back."
Wanyan Tongji quickly comforted him, pulled the little maid over and comforted him: "Hey, it's not that serious. My mother-in-law looks fierce, but actually...well, she is indeed a bit fierce, but I will definitely not beat you to death."
Seeing that the little maid was about to cry, Wanyan Tongji simply broke the jar and said, "Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. If I don't run away, I will have to marry an old man. What do you want me to do?"
The little maid said: "Then you can run with me."
"Me? Take you with me?" Wanyan Tongji looked the little maid up and down for a while, then shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, no, traveling in the world is no joke. I have practiced cultivation, so I am naturally not afraid of anything, but you shoulder
You can’t pick, you can’t lift, and you’re one year younger than me. If you run out with me, you’d be a burden... Well, why don’t I give you some money and you can just run home."
The little maid quit: "Miss, it's not like you don't know the virtues of my family. There are so many mouths waiting for food. If I go back, I'm afraid I will be forced to be a slave to others."
Wanyan Tongji thought about it and realized that it was really true. The little maid was originally from a tenant farmer in a village outside the city of Baylor. That family was so fertile that they had eight children, big and small, and all of them were able to eat. The little maid saved up every month.
With such a small amount of monthly income, I have to support my family at the end of the year, otherwise my life will be difficult.
These days, the capital is not as good as Jinmen or Shanghai, and women can still work. Women in the capital, like women in other inland areas, sew and mend their clothes, take care of their husbands and raise their children. The little maid is only thirteen, but her eyebrows are somewhat longer. If this
She ran home, fearing that her family would really marry her off to a rich man and make her a child.
After feeling melancholy for a moment, Wanyan Tongji said irritably: "That's all, I'll take you with me."
The little maid was so happy that she suddenly had snot bubbles in her nose: "I knew the lady wouldn't leave me alone."
"Oh, it's so dirty, go wipe it off quickly."
That night was relatively peaceful. At dawn, the door to the west wing quietly opened, and the master and servant slipped out silently.
The little maid Mo Xiang took the lead, found a big bamboo and placed it in the corner, then turned back to sign with Wanyan Tongji.
Wanyan Tongji also made gestures, but unfortunately the two girls had never agreed on the meaning of the gestures, so they talked like a duck. They gestured for a long time without understanding what the other party meant.
The little maid Mo Xiang couldn't hold back and wanted to open her mouth. Wanyan Tongji rolled her eyes in anger, covered Mo Xiang's mouth with one hand, stopped the little maid's waist with the other, took two quick steps and turned over the wall.
After landing, the little maid Mo Xiang was a little dizzy. When the palm covering her mouth was removed, Mo Xiang blinked and looked at Yan Tongji first, then looked back at the wall that was as tall as one person: "That's it... that's it.
coming?"
Wanyan Tong remembered saying, "I told you before, I am a practitioner."
A fish-belly white color appeared in the east, and the master and servant trotted out of the alley. When they reached the street, Mo Xiang couldn't help it anymore.
"Miss, when did you learn martial arts?"
"Tsk, what kind of martial arts? It's cultivation, the kind that can lead to enlightenment and ascension."
"Oh...but the lady has been staying at the house..."
"Nao Nao. My master is a master who has attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven. How can an ordinary person like you see that?"
The real situation is that every time Wei Jiang came, after a spell passed, the little maid began to fall asleep. For a while, Wei Jiang came so frequently that Mo Xiang thought she had a strange disease called drowsiness.
"Really?"
"Of course. Miss, I have been practicing for more than ten years. I have watched my master ascend to the sky step by step and make lotus flowers every step of the way. Hey, if the master hadn't seen that the fate of this world is not over, he would have taken me to ascend with him."
After escaping from the cramped courtyard, Wanyan Tongji suddenly felt relieved and began to brag unusually.
The little maid quickly asked: "Miss, can I also follow in the practice?"
"You?" Wanyan Tongji took two steps away in disgust and said: "You think that cultivation is just a big cabbage, and that it can be practiced by just one person? My master traveled all over the world before he chose me as a disciple.
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Seeing that Mo Xiang was a little depressed, Wanyan Tongji couldn't bear it and said, "But don't worry, I will take you with me when I achieve enlightenment in the future."
"Hey, hey, miss is the best."
"Hmm... By the way, you can't use your original name when you go out. From now on, my name will be Wang Mintong. You... just change it back to your original name."
Mo Xiang suddenly looked miserable: "No! Wang Erya doesn't sound good at all!"
"Keke, I think it sounds pretty good."
"Miss, you are bullying me again!"
"Hahaha, Wang Erya, Wang Erya!"
The two masters and servants were playing around, and they looked a little bit old, but in fact, the two girls, one fourteen and the other thirteen, had always gone out with adults in the past and had never been alone. Suddenly they left home, and they were full of hope for the future.
When he was confused, he could only fight to relieve the fear in his heart.
They sneaked to Xibianmen, where people who were out of the city on errands were waiting in line at the city gate early in the morning. Many breakfast stalls were opened around Xibianmen, specifically to serve this group of people.
The two girls smelled the aroma of breakfast and immediately swallowed their saliva. After all, Mo Xiang was younger and couldn't help but said: "Miss, why don't you have a bite here?"
Wanyan Tongji...Wang Mintong felt unhappy when she saw people of all kinds from all walks of life sitting at the breakfast stall, slurping and eating.
I grew up in Baylor Mansion and lived in fine clothes and fine food, but I have never eaten in a place like this.
Then she thought about it, she had already left home, and she might have to eat out in the future, so she made up her mind, nodded and said, "That's fine, I think those buns are pretty good."
The little maid Mo Xiang was more knowledgeable than Wang Mintong. She pulled the young lady over to sit down, and Mo Xiang immediately shouted: "Two burnt rings, a bowl of soy milk, a bowl of bean curd, and six meat buns."
The stall owner agreed: "Okay, you two sit down first, we will get it soon."
Before Mo Xiang sat down, she picked up two pairs of kuaizi on the table, asked the stall owner for some water, washed them, wiped them clean with a close-fitting handkerchief, and then handed them to Wang Mintong.
After a while, breakfast was served.
There was no sleep that night. Wang Mintong was already hungry. She sniffed, picked up the bun and took a tentative bite... Hmm, is it okay?
It was good to have another sip of tofu noodle. She immediately started to enjoy it.
The moxiang on the side is not idle either. The coke ring is paired with soy milk, which tastes delicious.
A big meat bun went into his stomach, and it seemed to have some foundation. Wang Mintong asked strangely: "Hey? Is your burnt circle delicious?"
Mo Xiang said seriously: "It's not as good as the tunnel at the entrance of our alley, it's a bit old... Um, why don't you try it?"
Wang Mintong was not polite, and exchanged steamed buns for burnt rings, and ate them with relish. This girl was used to fine food, and the food at home was too simple. Suddenly eating such a strong snack opened up a new world.
After finishing the meal, there were only two meat buns bigger than fists left. Looking at Wang Mintong again, this girl was banging her mouth and it was clear that she still had some unfinished thoughts.
She reached out and poked Mo Xiang: "I want some more buns to eat on the way."
"Uh... Miss, it's just the New Year, and the snow hasn't melted yet, so the buns will freeze into icy lumps within an hour."
"Oh, there is so much nonsense, just buy it if you want. I have a solution."
There were eight large buns wrapped in oil paper in a drawer. The little maid Mo Xiang took out another furoshiki from the bundle, tied it up and hung it on her body. Just as the west door opened, the two girls slipped out of the capital.
Wang Mintong has been thinking about the matter of the Qiao family for several days. When she couldn't sleep, she thought about it a lot. For example, buying a white horse and fighting in the world... The conditions didn't allow for it. The price of a good horse was not cheap, and she didn't know how to do it.
Riding a horse; sleeping in the open air, fighting against each other... Looking at Feng Jun, who was armed with live ammunition, he shrank his neck, his cultivation could not withstand the bullets, so he endured it.
The two girls couldn't help but come out of the city. They didn't go far when they noticed that the passers-by were looking at them as if they were rare objects. They caught them from a long distance and stared at them.
Wang Mintong felt unsure and asked in a low voice: "Huh? Why do they always look at us?"
The little maid Mo Xiang said angrily: "Miss, look at what they are wearing and what we are wearing. I think we should quickly find a team of mules and horses, otherwise we will easily get into trouble."
"That makes sense."
At this moment, I didn't care about saving money anymore, and finally met a group of carriages and horses heading south. The little maid Mo Xiang braved her courage and chatted with the handlebars for a long time, and agreed on the price. When they sat down at Gaobeidian, the two of them were together.
Count five cents.
After paying the money happily, the two got on the carriage and wandered around until they arrived at Gaobeidian in the afternoon. Then they were blinded. What should they do next?
The well-informed Mo Xiang had no idea. Wang Mintong looked around and caught a glimpse of an inn. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Eh? Inn, let's go and stay first. Maybe we can meet the carriages and horses going south.