Yellow sand, earthen walls, and thatched-roof houses are the usual scene at the border, depressing and boring.
Also accompanying them are thieves, swordsmen, and lone rangers.
Li Mu knew that the Mo family would definitely send people to Yanmen Pass to find out the truth, but unfortunately he could not stop it and did not want to deceive the Mo family.
Everyone knows that even if the Mo family knows that they will die, they will not look back. As long as they can see hope, they will dare to fight and leave the seeds of hope for future generations.
"What a pity, I'm not here now!" Li Mu from HD City sighed.
The reason why he was banished back to the court and left idle was because of his non-resistance. When the Huns entered, he stood firm and cleared the country, and did not engage in direct confrontation with the Huns.
Therefore, Li Mu knew better that the general who replaced him would have to fight the Huns head-on, even if he was unwilling, and this was what HD wanted.
However, if the Mo family saw that the Zhao border troops were being defeated by the Hu tribe, would they still be willing to help them with all their strength?
Li Mu didn't know, but even without the Mo family, he would have counterattacked. Being beaten blindly would be a shame for the Central Plains. He would have completely killed all the tribes in the grassland in one battle!
"I hope it won't be too painful!" Li Mu could only hope that the border army could have even a little bit of fighting power, so that the Mo family would not see that the border army had no ability to resist at all against the large armies of the various races on the grassland.
Jin Yao, Gu, and Yang Lou were separated, and the God Slayer Swordsmen were also separated. They would not gather together, but disperse completely to collect more comprehensive and accurate information.
Of course, the Mohist family's protection of Jin Yao was still in place. In fact, they almost protected Jin Yao personally.
"If you don't know, you think I'm protecting you!" Jin Yao was helpless.
Gu's cultivation level is very high, and his IQ is also superhuman. After all, he can serve as the head of a house in Mo Bian, who is engaged in theory. How can his IQ be low?
However, Mo Bian is just like the Taoist Xunxian group. Almost all of them live at home and have negative social experience and emotional intelligence. Gu Ye has grown up in the main hall of the Mo family since he was a child. This is also the first time.
came out once.
"Forty years, how do you manage not to go out?" Jin Yao was really frightened by Gu's experience in the world.
"When I was young, I showed my talent and was sent to the Benge training camp. Then I followed the teachers to do all kinds of calculations. I often did it for several years. When the teachers were exhausted, I would lead my disciples and wait for them to take care of me.
I'm going to die!" Gu said in an ordinary tone.
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Jin Yao thought about it carefully. Isn't that what the Benge group is like? They think that everyone is mentally retarded and not worthy of communicating with them, and then they immerse themselves in theoretical research, often working on a topic for several years. This has been true from generation to generation.
"Didn't you say we should keep a low profile?" Gu ignored Jin Yao's ridicule and looked at the long sword that Jin Yao was carrying on his back, which was taller than a man.
This is the Mo Dao that Master Xu made with his own hands using new types of ore and iron. They didn't think it was anything special on the drawings, but when the finished product appeared, the hilt alone was nearly two feet long, and the blade reached a terrifying six feet.
It's not an exaggeration to say it's a ruler or a gun.
But this thing is really a long and narrow knife with a single edge!
"So I wrapped it in a long cloth, and I have always appeared as a scribe. Even if I use force, I still hold Lingxu. This is the first time this Mo Dao has appeared in this world. Who would know it is me!" Jin Yao smiled.
In order to get the most authentic information, they gave up their black and white robes, put on the clothes of ordinary people in the world, and sneaked to Yanmen Pass.
"Shopkeeper, do you need a storyteller?" Jin Yao was familiar with the road and got to know each other in a small town inn outside Yanmen Pass.
"The young hero is from a novelist?" Those who can open an inn in the border area are also well-known and well-rounded people. It is even possible that they are backed by some nobles, so they are trying to find out Jin Yao's identity as soon as he opens his mouth.
"That's right!" Jin Yao smiled.
Although the novelist is not a big one, he almost monopolizes the entire lower class people that Confucianism gave up.
In other words, Confucians compile history, while novelists collect folk tales.
One is a Yangchun Baixue, and the other is a Lower Riba native. This is the Confucian standard for judging themselves and novelists, which also affects the public's distinction between the two families.
"How about a section?" Shopkeeper Kong Wuliang smiled and asked Jin Yao to do a section.
"Then let's play a piece!" Jin Yao smiled and took out an instrument he made himself. He is known as the big hooligan in the musical instrument industry, Suona!
"Is this a musical instrument?" The shopkeeper was a little surprised. This was the first time he had seen this thing.
Gu Ze simply stayed three feet away. When Jin Yao was practicing this thing in Benge, it was simply torture. At first, Niu Moo, who was said to be unkillable by killing cows, didn't show any signs until later. Maybe they were used to it!
"Beep~~" The long and mournful sound of the suona sounded, instantly silencing all the diners in the inn, and they all looked towards the place where the sound came from.
The shopkeeper was also stunned. This sound was so harsh that it hit the bottom of his heart. No musical instrument he had ever seen, not even gongs and drums, might be able to shake the sound of this thing.
"Hmm~na~" the long voice sounded again, and the lively inn had to stop the sound at this moment, because the musical instruments could not suppress the sound, and the voice of the voice could not be suppressed even more.
Suona is known as the king of musical instruments, and the big hooligans in the music world do not deserve this reputation for nothing.
The most important thing is that Jin Yao also played "Hundred Birds Chao Feng", known as the most famous Suona song, and "Hundred Birds Chao Feng" is also Suona's calling card.
Among all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king. It either ascends to heaven or worships in the hall.
And this is actually not talking about the suona, but about hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix! Because whether it is ascending to heaven or worshiping in the church, this song is played.
"Thousand-year-old pipa, ten-thousand-year-old zither, one erhu played for a lifetime, and the whole play ends with the sound of the suona. People on the road to Huangquan relieve their sorrows, and they recall their past on the gazebo platform. Po Meng forgets this life with a soup, and the dead souls are ferried on the Naihe Bridge to do it again in the next life.
Chinese!" After finishing the song, Jin Yao spoke slowly, bringing an end to the song "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix."
The whole place was silent. Even if they didn't understand the music, everyone could hear the sadness in it. Compared with the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the Central Plains, the sadness of the suona was more acceptable to the people of the border town.
"Here... how about I introduce you to some other jobs in Yizhuang!" The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time before speaking again.
Deaths occur very frequently at the border, so coffins are carried frequently. Introducing this young man to funerals can make more money than working at an inn.
The key point is that this is an inn, not a yizhuang. The instruments are down to earth, and the people from the lower reaches of the country are also very good. As a guest who licks blood at the edge of the border, he also likes to listen to it. The problem is, it is not down to earth!
"Okay!" Jin Yao nodded.
Gu was confused. Didn't he come to the inn to inquire about news? Why did he go to Yizhuang to work again?
"Didn't you say you came to the inn to inquire about news? People coming from all over the inn can inquire about news from all directions?" Gu still asked his doubts.