Zhang Xian unlocked the door and entered the house.
He sat there, suddenly palpitating.
He stood up and walked back and forth.
"wrong!"
He went out again and went to the wine shop first.
The agreed upon place was empty at the moment.
The two bad guys also left.
The waiter was dozing lazily. When the shopkeeper heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes and then lowered his head to settle the accounts again.
Deng Qi is not here!
Zhang Xian slowly approached the scene of the incident.
There were many more sergeants here, and they were all looking inside with vigilance.
Not caught?
Zhang Xian was secretly happy.
Squeak!
Squeak!
The sound of a big car came from the alley.
Many people gathered together to discuss the pros and cons of the commotion here today.
Zhang Xian was hiding among them.
"It is said that spies from the Northern Xinjiang Jinyi Guards were here to inquire about information and were hunted down by the Eagle Guards."
"Did you catch it?"
"I don't know."
"In the past, every house was searched, and my home was searched several times."
"Yes! The toilet in my house was stabbed with bamboo poles."
"The thieves of Jinyiwei are cunning, so you should be more cautious."
Deng Qi is cunning, he must have escaped!
Zhang Xian comforted himself in his heart.
Squeak!
Squeak!
The wheels are rolling.
The cart drove out of the alley.
The people in front were a little commotion, "I caught you."
"That's Jin Yiwei's secret agent, right?"
"yes!"
Zhang Xian felt cold in his heart and squeezed forward.
The cart slowly drove out of the alley.
There was a man lying on the cart.
Getting closer...
Deng Qi was lying on it, still holding the dagger in his hands. The dagger was inserted into his lower abdomen, and the blood condensed into a lump in his lower abdomen.
His eyes that had lost their luster looked blankly at the sky in Ningxing, and his body trembled slightly with the vibration of the cart.
As if, still alive.
A woman next to me scolded: "You thief, you deserve to die!" After scolding, she still looked at Zhang Xian and said, "You think so?"
"Yes!" Zhang Xian nodded.
The big car came slowly and passed in front of me.
Zhang Xian looked at that face, lowered his eyes slightly, and said silently: "Brother, let's go!"
He punched his chest hard.
The woman looked at him curiously, "Are you feeling well?"
Zhang Xian nodded, "I feel bad!"
He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
The people from the mission also came out.
"This is the person who entered the residence where you are waiting."
Wan Lingxiao said contemptuously: "You didn't notice it?"
The two experts accompanying him could not say that they wanted to avoid suspicion and did not dare to get involved in the fight between the two big guys, so they avoided Yang Yun.
The awkward atmosphere made Wan Lingxiao, who was in charge of the operation, very satisfied, but he saw that the sergeants accompanying the mission looked sad.
A sergeant beat his chest vigorously.
Bang!
So did the other sergeant.
Bang!
The sergeants did not dare to openly support Northern Xinjiang.
But they knew that the man on the cart was a warrior.
The Northern Xinjiang Army beat the sworn enemy of the Tang Dynasty so severely that he could hardly take care of himself.
In Chang'an's view, this was the cruelty of a traitor.
But in the eyes of the lower-level sergeants, they are warriors!
There are informants in the mission () and those in the palace. They dare not speak out, but they can use this method to express their respect for the warriors.
No!
It’s a tribute to your comrades!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The woman saw them beating her chest and looked at the empty left side in astonishment, "He's exactly the same as the man just now!"
...
It was Jiang Hua who came to say farewell.
Yang Yuan has not been out since he saw the corpse of Jin Yiwei's spy.
The Eagle Guard is still in Dasuo City.
The mission found out that the spy who committed suicide that day was not the one who entered the mission's premises to spy on him.
When the Eagle Guards were chasing the spy, the man who committed suicide showed up and took them away.
Although I don't know if the news was leaked... people from Eagle Guard came to the mission's residence and asked if anyone was talking about the outcome of the negotiation at that moment.
No one!
Even Yang Yuan shook his head.
Then, he felt relaxed all over.
The corners of his mouth even turned up weirdly.
It seemed like he was mocking something.
The mission was waiting outside the city.
The Daliao official who saw him off didn't say a word to Yang Yuan, but Yang Yuan just said yes.
Like a doll.
Jiang Hua came back, looking at the spring breeze.
"Thanks for the hospitality!"
He held his hand and Shen Tong smiled and said, "Come often!"
"Definitely!" Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Next time we will receive you in Chang'an."
"That's easy to say!" Shen Tong handed over his hand, "Have a nice trip."
The mission set off.
Galloping all the way.
The accompanying Northern Liao officials were somewhat unable to bear the hardship.
But Jiang Hua still dislikes himself for being too slow.
Return to Chang'an one day early, and ask for merit one day early.
On the other side, Zhang Xian is galloping as a businessman.
"Are you going to collect debts so quickly?" the sergeant at the checkpoint on the road laughed.
Zhang Xian handed over the three cents in accordance with the unspoken rules and cursed: "You idiot, I paid for the goods in advance. The goods were supposed to be sent to Ningxing last month. You are trying to waste my money!" "
"Maybe the person has already run away."
The sergeants laughed and let him go.
"A monk who can run can't run away from the temple!" Zhang Xian galloped on his horse.
"Let's settle this grudge slowly!"
...
On the fifth day, the mission came to a ferry.
This is a big river, and the water is so strong that I feel a little dizzy standing on the edge.
As the boat came closer, Jiang Hua asked, "Are you sure of such a big water?"
The boat boss patted his chest and said confidently: "In the thirty miles around here, the little man is the best at punting, and everyone admires him!"
Jiang Hua felt relieved and asked casually, "But the boat didn't capsize?"
The boss of the boat said: "It has been turned over five times."
The waiter changed his color, "Then you still dare to say that your own punting company is the best?"
The boss of the ship said: "The villain can escape death five times, this is his skill!"
The waiter's face was earth-colored.
But we still have to cross the river.
Jiang Hua even said that his family was the first to board the ship.
Fame and wealth can make people ignore life and death.
It can make people sell their souls.
Jiang Hua got on the boat, looked back and said, "Yang Sheren, get on the boat!"
Yang Yuan was silent along the way, and everyone knew that he was struggling in his heart, so they didn't bother him.
Although he was conflicted in his heart, Yang Yuan still won the initiative for Datang this time, and he would probably be promoted when he returned.
Even Jiang Hua was much polite to him.
"No."
Yang Yuan shook his head.
"You..." Jiang Hua was stunned, thinking, are you going to stay in Beiliao?
"Yang () Sheren, get on the boat!"
The accompanying Beiliao official laughed.
"No."
Yang Yuan looked at the river and suddenly drew his sword.
"What are you going to do!?"
The people around him suddenly backed away.
Yang Yuan put the horizontal knife on his neck, Jiang Hua said: "Yang Sheren, are you crazy?"
The accompanying official said: "Yang Sheren, you have made great achievements and you will definitely be promoted when you return. What are you doing?"
Yang Yuan looked at the mighty river and said: "I promised Bei Liao that I would serve the king. But after all, I can't live up to my ancestors. Today, I will die to repay my family and country."
Pull the knife horizontally.
Blood spurts out.
Yang Yuan's body shook a few times, then he fell into the river with a pop.
Immediately, he was swept away by the river.
...
The days of metaphysics are quiet.
Get up in the morning to practice, do morning exercises, have breakfast, and then have free time.
Ning Yayun rarely walked out of the check-in room and walked slowly through the mountain gate.
"Have you chosen the secret technique for Ah Liang, Master?"
An Ziyu played with the smooth ruler and glanced at the disciple standing diagonally opposite. The disciple shuddered, quickly lowered his head, and ran away as fast as he could after they passed by.
"I asked Ah Liang to give it a try and let's see how he feels in the past few days."
Ning Yayun swore that she had never been so cautious in her life.
"It seems that the headmaster and his disciples have never been so cautious, right?" An Ziyu didn't open any pot.
"That's Ah Liang!" Ning Yayun said with a smile.
An Ziyu asked: "Should A Liang be here today?"
"Um!"
Ning Yayun stopped, "It's time for me to go back."
"Farming today!" An Ziyu said: "The master should lead by example."
Metaphysics has a long history, and most of it was idle clouds and wild cranes.
Xianyun Yehe sounds free and easy, but people have to eat whole grains to live, and metaphysics cannot learn the methods of attracting believers to donate, so they have to farm to support themselves.
In the room where the secret techniques are stored in Metaphysics, the volume of secret techniques placed at the front is called: The Way of Farming.
This is the explanation given by the ancestor of metaphysics. He said: What secret skills can fill your stomach?
Eat enough first.
Free and easy metaphysics is very pragmatic at heart.
It’s just that I don’t have the desire to pursue fame and fortune.
When believers come to burn incense, metaphysicians sometimes feel that they are being disturbed.
When the believers didn't come, everyone started to argue or go to the mountains to play.
Naturally, Ning Yayun knows how to farm - in fact, the first lesson for metaphysics students is farming.
As the saying goes, after entering the mountain gate, the first thing you need to learn is how to support yourself.
Bend down, hold the wheat straw with your left hand, and wave the sickle with your right hand.
Although the action may seem simple, this is a job that requires proficiency.
If you use too little force, you will not be able to cut the wheat stalks. If you use too much force, you will hurt yourself.
Ning Yayun was obviously an experienced driver. After the sickle cut off a handful of wheat stalks, she was exhausted.
"Headmaster!"
Ning Yayun straightened up and saw A Liang running ahead.
The child smiled happily, and the professors and disciples beside him also smiled and waved.
"A Liang!"
"Why!"
Ning Yayun couldn't help but laugh.
"A Liang, come on!"
He waved.
A Liang trotted over and jumped into the field.
"Headmaster, is this your field?"
"right!"
Unlike in the Imperial College, after arriving in Northern Xinjiang, Ning Yayun took the initiative to ask for some fields and cultivated them with her disciples.
This means starting over.
"A-Liang, do you want to learn?" Ning Yayun said with a smile.
"Aye taught me."
"oh!()"
Ning Yayun smiled, thinking that this was what the prince wanted to learn.
"Come on, try it."
A Liang is still young, and the sickle looks very big.
Today, Zhang Xu led his men to protect the young Duke. Seeing this, he coughed, implying that it was too high.
"Yes! It's bigger, give it to me!"
A Liang handed the sickle to Ning Yayun. Ning Yayun held the blade and patted it casually.
Bang!
The front half of the sickle was cut off, and the remaining half was just right for Ah Liang.
This light slap made Zhang Xu think about it for a while. He quietly picked up the half of the sickle, turned his back and slapped it like Ning Yayun.
Bang!
The sickle shattered.
It was not until noon that the field was 60% harvested.
"It's time to eat!"
Some metaphysics disciples came driving a carriage.
There was food in the big bucket. The staple food was steaming flatbread, and the vegetables were mutton, boiled vegetables, and tofu.
Ning Yayun and A Liang were sitting on the ridge of the field. Ning Yayun saw that A Liang's bowl was mostly filled with vegetables, so she put a piece of mutton over it.
"Headmaster, you eat it." Ah Liang took it back.
"I'm old and can't eat so much meat." Ning Yayun smiled.
"You're not old." Ah Liang pinched him back again.
Ning Yayun looked at him with a smile, "Ah Liang, how many years do you think I can live?"
This question was a bit embarrassing for the child, but Ah Liang blurted out, "Fifty years!"
Ning Yayun couldn't help laughing.
"Eating without speaking!"
An Ziyu said as she passed by carrying food.
It wasn't until the sun set that the field of metaphysics was harvested.
"I and A-Liang are going back first."
Ning Yayun threw away the sickle, took A Liang and left.
"Bring back a cart of wheat!"
An Ziyu said.
On the road, more than ten large trucks were piled with sacks.
"good!"
Ning Yayun held A Liang on the cart and sat on it. She led the horse and walked slowly with a click.
Ah Liang felt sore all over, but he was very happy, "Master, can you make pancakes with these wheats when you go home?"
"cannot!"
"Why?"
"There is moisture in this wheat grain, so it needs to be exposed to the sun for several days."
"What about after being exposed to the sun?"
"It has to be left for a few months after being exposed to the sun, otherwise the pasta will not taste good."
"Oh! But why is this?"
"Well... I don't seem to know either. However, the person opposite probably knows."
Opposite, an old man with a fluttering beard looked at them with a smile.
"Master Ning."
Ning Yayun smiled and said, "What's the matter?"
The old man held up his hand and said, "Wu Rong of Yunshan, I have met Master Ning."
"Yunshan?"
Ning Yayun stopped, "Is Fuheng coming?"
Wu Rong smiled, "He is waiting for Master Ning in front."
"Twenty years ago, we said goodbye to Chang'an. I didn't expect that he was not dead yet." Ning Yayun's eyes turned. On the wilderness on the left, a horse came slowly.
"Elder Fu is still the same as before." Wu Rong said: "I came here just for one thing..."
"explain!"
"Yunshan has always been independent of the world, but Master Ning should know that the rise and fall of Fangwai is closely related to the fate of the country. As the fate of the country declines, the fate of the mountain gate declines. When the country dies, the gate of the mountain gate can only hide from the world, almost perishing. Today, only Jiangzhou remains as a barrier in the Liao Dynasty.
, since there is no longer a threat to Northern Xinjiang, can we stop?"
Ning Yayun said calmly: "Outsiders do not interfere in political affairs."
Wu Rong pointed at A Liang and said, "Really? Headmaster Ke Ning took the eldest son of Qin Guogong out as casually as if he were taking his own grandson. Is this non-interference in political affairs?"
"I am happy to do so!"
Ning Yayun shook off the dust and said, "Let's go."
He led the carriage slowly.
Wu Rong stayed by the roadside and said with a smile: "The future is long, Master Ning, go well."
Ah Liang asked: "Do you want to kill me?"
Wu Rong looked at A Liang and said seriously: "Yunshan will never dare to harm the little Duke!"
"If Yunshan dares to touch this child, I will lead my disciples of metaphysics to destroy your Yunshan Gate without the need for Qin Guogong's army to crush him!"
Ning Yayun's voice was faint and gradually faded away.
The rider from the left approached, "Elder, Ning Yayun refuses to agree to intercede on your behalf?"
"This matter is not easy to talk about. Let's come here with courtesy first and then attack." Wu Rong said: "Ning Yayun is a top player that Yang Xuan relies on. With him, Yang Xuan can only rest in peace in Taoxian."
"Elder Fu is waiting in front. There was no difference between the two sides back then. In the past twenty years, Elder Fu has devoted himself to training and has made amazing progress. As long as he defeats Ning Yayun, Yang Xuandang will be afraid of me, Yunshan."
"It's not my intention to be afraid. What I want is to make Yang Xuan stop." Wu Rong said.
"When Ning Yayun cannot be relied upon, he will have to turn a blind eye when sleeping, and he will be surrounded by people when he goes out!"
"It depends on Elder Fu!" Wu Rong said.
More than two miles ahead, an old man in Taoist robes was watching the farmers harvesting wheat in the fields, and he was quite curious.
"Do I need to be exposed to the sun after cutting?"
"Yes." said the farmer.
"Will you grind it into powder later?"
"It has to be kept for a while. New wheat doesn't taste good, so old wheat is better."
"I see!"
The old man put a few grains of wheat into his mouth and chewed them.
Get up and walk onto the road.
Looking at Ning Yayun coming slowly, she smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for twenty years, and Headmaster Ning's style remains the same."
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