When you are hungry... go hunting in the mountains! Gather wild fruits!
When I'm thirsty... I lie down and drink from the mountain spring, with frost and snow in my mouth...
Most of the Shanmen that Wang Linfeng reluctantly sent away at the beginning are now back here, guarding their homes silently, just for the unquenchable flame in their hearts to rekindle the light of hope for the restoration of Shanmen...
Fifteen years...
Enough to turn a young boy into a middle-aged man...
Fifteen years...
Enough to make young children young and strong...
But they have never changed their determination and desire to defend the mountain gate...
Yan Bing tried his best to dig out the reserves and put together dozens of feasts. However, facing these delicious food and wine, they almost forgot how to eat... They seemed a little restrained and panicked...
Too long...
Some of them... couldn't even use chopsticks well... In the end, they could only start with a red face...
It’s so difficult…
They were used to sleeping in tree holes and caves, used to lying on dead leaves and haystacks, facing spotless quilts and felts, they looked at each other and smiled, but also shed tears...
Most of them are orphans adopted by Feixiamen and are homeless...
The disaster fifteen years ago not only took away their home, but also their destination...
now……
Finally they are all back...
…………
……………………
Five days later…
Everyone sat on the ground, watching the sun cast its afterglow, and opened the dusty mountain door again with laughter. Even if they were hit by the dust falling from the door edge, they still couldn't stop the smiles on their faces...
Grass... spreads out from the gaps in the stone slabs and has grown to over half a person's height...
Pothos, ivy... almost cover all the halls and stone monuments...
But this did not affect the excitement of the disciples at all. While laughing and playing, they used the long swords in their hands to clean the door wall and cut off the vines...
In less than two months...
The huge Feixia Gate has regained its former glory, the broken bricks and tiles have been replaced by everyone, and the red tung paint has decorated the entire hall... 81Zw.????m
A group of Feixia Sect disciples and Baolong Pavilion disciples spent a completely different New Year in this atmosphere of oil paint and bricks flying all over the sky...
Yan Bing made some modifications and turned dozens of rounds of fireworks into "firework bombs", which lit up the New Year's Eve night! Everyone screamed in surprise, and the snow fell from the snow-capped mountains, causing the wall of the back mountain to be destroyed.
Buried by rolling avalanches...
I spent an "unforgettable" New Year amidst the old man's roaring curses...
But even though he was angry to death, the old man still didn't forget his original promise. In front of all his disciples, he held a grand apprenticeship ceremony for Yan Bing in the main hall...
The dust has settled, and everything is waiting to be done...
The news of Feixia Sect's revitalization was widely spread among the people through the oral accounts of the purchasing disciples, and they all added a special sentence to Yan Bing's instructions: "If it is fifteen years later, the Luomen Sect will not dare to come.
The one who goes to the appointment, seals the gate of the mountain, and eliminates his name in the world from now on... But it is the Takaraman sect..."
Beating up a drowned dog has always been a method that Yan Bing likes to hear. How could Yan Bing miss this opportunity to defeat the opponent's army? When the disciples of the Feixia Sect came down the mountain, what they said would be very unpleasant to hear.
It was unpleasant to hear. Yan Bing just sat and waited for these remarks to ferment and fall into the ears of old ghost Luo Men. Even if he was not angry to death, he would shorten his life by ten years...
Gradually...
Yan Bing fell in love with the life here...
It feels like just practicing martial arts every day, chatting with her brothers and sisters, and teasing the poor, this is the carefree life she really wants...
Here, there is no need to have lawsuits piled up on your forehead all day long, let alone the trivial matters of disputes between the two countries. All you have is the freedom and comfort of wandering in the clouds and wild cranes.
It's a pity...God doesn't fulfill people's wishes...
In less than three months of staying in this mountain gate, Yan Bing received two secret letters from Xingtian Camp...
One letter, sent from the Tongshun Army Camp...
The little emperor... had already visited the gate of the palace twice... without seeing him, he returned angrily... Everyone didn't know what the little emperor meant by this move, so they could only wait for Yan Bing to return to the palace before making further arguments...
The other letter was sent from Jinan Prefecture...
Xianyu Kezig stated: The Dutch envoy has arrived in Qijun... He wants to discuss the handover of prisoners in detail with Princess Kaiyuan, and hopes to postpone the auction of prisoners...
No matter what the matter is, Yan Bing himself needs to come forward to be the safest, and he can't hide even if he wants to...
After much hesitation, Yan Bing had no choice but to find his master and talk about the matter...
"Master...disciple...must get up and return to Beijing..."
"Oh...Okay, let me pack up first, and then say hello to your uncles and uncles! We can leave tomorrow!" The old man stood up without any hesitation or complaint at all.
He picked up a piece of furoshiki and stuffed the clothes he usually wore into it, but the "click" sound that came out inadvertently made Yan Bing smile...
That was... the sound of banknotes...
"Master! You have a lot of private money hidden away!?"
"What's so 'private'!?? Where did Master come from to 'talk' about rent money!!" The old man was obviously a little panicked, his face was stern! He couldn't even speak a word...
But Yan Bing smiled slightly, stepped forward, patted the old man's back, and comforted him softly: "Master, why are you panicking? If this private money is taken away! At worst, I will pay you double!"
"Seriously!??" The old man's eyes began to light up when he heard this. Before Yan Bing could react, he immediately raised his neck and shouted loudly: "Junior sister!! I was just sorting out my clothes! I accidentally found a few pictures
Banknote!!"
"Shua!" With a sound, Yu Mohan stood in front of the old man from the outer room in one stride. Without saying a word, he raised his palms high and spread them slightly... The old man immediately put a few banknotes into her hand with a smile.
In hand...
"I have counted it! There are five hundred and seventy-one taels in total! Madam, please keep it away..."
Yan Bingren was dumbfounded...
Why on earth are you opening a “mom and pop shop” with me!??
The old man waited until Yu Mohan left, then turned around and smiled at Yan Bing, and also spread out a palm...
Yan Bing frowned, then pulled out two thousand taels of silver notes and slapped them on the old man's hand, saying in a cold voice: "Just this time! There will be no next time!!"
"Hey! You're right, my disciple! One time is enough! How can I be so greedy! Haha!" The old man was laughing so hard that snot bubbles were almost coming out of his nose. He didn't mind the depressed expression on Yan Bing's face at all...
After a while, seeing that the old man was almost ready, Yan Bing slowly asked...
"Master...you...actually would rather stay in Feixiamen..."
When Yan Bing suddenly asked this question, the old man was slightly startled, and the movements of his hands were slightly delayed for a moment, but it was only for a moment. The old man did not make any answer and continued to pack his luggage silently...
