When you are hungry... go hunting in the mountains! Pick up wild fruits!
When I was thirsty... I lie down and drink in the mountain spring, my mouth was filled with frost and snow...
The mountain gate that Wang Linfeng had been disbanded with pain has now returned to this place, silently guarding his home, just for the unextinguished flame in his heart to rekindle the light of hope to restore the mountain gate...
Fifteen years...
Enough to make a young man middle-aged...
Fifteen years...
Enough to make a young child turn young and strong...
But they never changed their determination and desire to defend the mountain gate...
Yan Bing did his best to hollow out the reserves and pieced together dozens of tables of feasts, but facing these delicious food and nectar, they almost forgot how to put their mouths... they seemed a little restrained and panicked...
Too long...
Some of them... even couldn't even use chopsticks... in the end they could only blush and start with it...
Too difficult...
They are used to sleeping in tree caves and caves, and lying in dead leaves and haystacks. Facing the spotless quilts and felts, they smiled at each other, but burst into tears...
Most of them are orphans adopted by Feixiamen and are already homeless...
The disaster fifteen years ago not only took away their homes, but also their homes...
now……
Finally all came back...
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Five days later...
Everyone sat on the ground, watching the afterglow of the sun shone, and smiled and pushed open the long-clogged mountain gate again. Even if the dust scattered along the door was blown away, they could not stop their smiles...
Grass... spread out from the cracks of the stone slabs and has grown to more than half a person's height...
Green ivy, ivy... almost covers all the halls and stone tablets...
But this did not affect the excitement of the disciples at all. While laughing and joking, he used the long sword in his hand to clear the door wall and cut off the vine thorns...
In less than two months...
The huge Feixia Gate reappeared the glory of the past, the broken bricks and tiles were replaced by everyone, and the red painted tung tile was rendered full of the hall...81Zw.????m
The disciples of Feixia Sect and Baolong Pavilion have a completely different New Year in this atmosphere of oil-brushing and bricks flying all over the sky...
Yan Bing made a little transformation and turned dozens of flowering bullets into "firework bullets", which lit up the New Year's Eve! It made everyone exclaim and also shocked the snow in the snowy mountains, causing the back mountain wall to be buried by a rolling avalanche...
Amid the old man's angry curse, he spent an "unforgettable" New Year...
But even though he was so angry that he was half angry, the old man still did not forget his original promise. In front of all the disciples, he held a grand apprenticeship to Yan Bing in the main hall...
The dust has settled, and everything is in trouble...
The news of Feixia Gate reviving the mountain gate was widely spread among the people in the oral narratives of a group of disciples, and they all added a sentence to Yan Bing's instruction: "If the Roman Cult will not dare to come to the appointment fifteen years later, and then the mountain gate will be closed and the title will be eliminated in the world from now on... it should be his Roman Cult..."
Beating the dogs in the water has always been a favorite method that Yan Bing likes. How could Yan Bing miss the opportunity to rebel against the opponent's army this time? A group of disciples from Feixiamen came out of the mountain and how ugly it was to say. Yan Bing just waited for these remarks to ferment and fell into the ears of the old ghost Romon. Even if he couldn't die of anger, he would have to reduce his life by ten years...
Gradually...
Yan Bing fell in love with life here...
I feel like practicing martial arts every day, chatting with a group of seniors, and teasing the poor. This is the carefree life she really wants...
Here, you don’t have to fill the lawsuits all day long, let alone the trivial matters of disputes between the two countries. All you have is the freedom and comfort like a wild crane.
Unfortunately... the world doesn't go as expected...
In less than three months in this mountain gate, Yan Bing received two secret letters from Xingtianying...
A letter from the Tongshun Army camp...
The little emperor... had already climbed the gate of the royal palace twice... and returned in disappointment before seeing him... Everyone didn't know what the little emperor's move meant, so they could only wait for Yan Bing to return home and then make a decision...
Another letter was sent from Jinan Prefecture...
Xianyukozig stated: The Dutch envoy has arrived in Linqi County... He wants to discuss the handover of prisoners with Princess Kaiyuan in detail, and hopes to suspend the auction of prisoners...
No matter what happens, Yan Bing himself needs to come forward to be the safest, and he can't even hide it...
After hesitating for a while, Yan Bing had to bite the bullet and find the master and talk about this...
"Master...the disciple...must get up and go back to Beijing..."
"Oh...Okay, then I will clean up first, and then say hello to you, uncles! We will leave tomorrow!" The old man had almost no hesitation or complaining at all. He got up and took out a piece of bag and stuffed the clothes he usually wore in. However, the "click" sound that leaked inadvertently also made Yan Bing smile...
That's the sound of silver bills...
"Master! You have hidden a lot of money in your old private house!?"
"What's the matter with Hu's 'private'?? Where did the master come from the 'say' of the house's money!!" The old man was obviously a little panicked, his face turned stern! He couldn't even speak with his mouth...
But Yan Bing smiled slightly, stepped forward and patted the old man on the back, and comforted softly: "Master, why are you panicking? If this private money is collected, you will be able to pay you twice the amount!"
"Seriously!??" When the old man heard this, his eyes began to shine. Without waiting for Yan Bing to react, he immediately raised his neck and shouted loudly: "Junior sister!! I just sorted out my clothes! I accidentally found a few silver notes!!"
"Swish!" Yu Mohan stood in front of the old man from the outer room with a quick step. Without saying a word, his palm was raised and he spread it slightly... The old man immediately put a few silver notes in her hand with a smile...
"I have counted it! There are 571 taels in total! Please keep it..."
Yan Bingren was stupid...
Are you fucking opening a "mother-wife shop" with me!??
After Yu Mohan left, the old man turned around and smiled at Yan Bing, and spread his palm...
Yan Bing frowned, then pulled out two thousand taels of silver notes and patted the old man's hand, and said coldly: "This time! No next time!!"
"Hey! What the disciple said! It's enough for one minute! I'm not that greedy! Haha!" The old man's nose bubbles were almost coming out at this moment, and he didn't mind the depressed expression on Yan Bing's face...
After a while, Yan Bing asked slowly before seeing that the old man was about to clean up and stopped working...
"Master...you...actually, you want to stay at Feixia Gate..."
When Yan Bing suddenly asked this, the old man was slightly stunned. The movements in his hand were slightly slowed down for a moment, but it was only a moment. The old man did not give any answer and still silently packed his clothes...