"No matter who I am, you can go see me, I'll be right here..."
"But I'm about to get married!" Liu Xiaoya interrupted him with a sad voice. The girl's eyes stared at the man opposite her without blinking, wishing that he wouldn't be so polite and decent. She secretly hissed in her heart.
Shouting: Aren't you a general, haven't you killed countless people, why don't you dare to pick up a gun today, snatch me out, and throw me on your horse. Just like the old storyteller said...
…
Han Baihang's murderous eyes, where countless innocent souls were buried, were forced by the girl's burning gaze to dare not look directly into them. Yes, she was getting married, and from now on she would raise her husband and raise her children, and from then on she would bury her head in love... When she thought of this smart
The lively girl has been growing old since then. Han Baihang's heart hurts indescribably, is it pity or...
Han Baihang suddenly said again: "Yesterday you said you wanted to go to school. If you are willing, I can send you to the best school and see the most beautiful scenery in the world! How about that?"
The girl's body felt like it was being shocked by electricity, trembling constantly. The school, the best school, the vague outline flashed in the girl's mind. In a big and big room, there were many boys and girls sitting there.
The smile is so bright. There is a gentleman wearing glasses at the front. He is very decent and gentle, just like General Han in front of him. Is it paradise there...
But her father's dark face with crisscrossed grooves appeared in front of her eyes, with an angry look on his face, which made her afraid to look directly at her. Her expression changed several times, but finally she lowered her head in frustration and muttered feebly: "No,
I want to get married..." After saying that, he turned around and left.
As Liu Xiaoya left, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been torn off, and he felt empty and aching. He comforted himself and said, maybe this is not bad. Although it is beautiful to follow him, the scenery in this troubled world is like a flash in the pan. Today he is a hero, tomorrow he will be a hero.
Maybe he is a prisoner under the rank. He is high-spirited today, but may be buried in horse leather tomorrow. Although there is a chance of victory in the battle between Jiangsu and Zhejiang, if the direct line wins, he will immediately become the target of public criticism. His future with Yushuai is unclear, and his life and death are unpredictable, so why bother others.
Thinking of this seemed to make Han Baihang feel a lot more relieved.
After more than an hour, Shi Shi also woke up after sleeping for seven or eight hours. Except for a few scratches on his head and face, there was really no major problem.
"Report!" Suddenly someone was heard shouting outside the hospital.
"Come in!" Han Baihang, who was walking in the courtyard, shouted. It was probably Sun Chuanfang who sent someone to tell them to set off.
"Mr. Han, you have a good rest!" Unexpectedly, Sun Chuanfang, dressed in military uniform, stepped in with a pair of riding boots.
"Qingshuai, you are making a big joke!" Han Baihang never expected that Sun Chuanfang would come in person.
"Hahaha..." Sun Chuanfang laughed, seeming quite proud of his unexpected move. Han Baihang also smiled and shook his head.
"I dare you to ask Mr. Han if he has rested. If possible, let's set off!" Sun Chuanfang asked with a smile.
Han Baihang suddenly didn't want to leave, but he couldn't think of a single reason for him to stay.
"Yeah, it's time to go!"
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The people in the village all arrived at the entrance of the village, waiting to see the young general who saved the village. The general was not a mortal, he was the reincarnation of Wu Quxing, that is to say, he was an immortal. It was a big deal to see an immortal in this life.
of blessing.
"General Han, I will lead the whole village of fifty-two people to offer you a bowl of wine!" The old village chief said while Liu Laoliu was interpreting. Han Baihang picked up the wine bowl, raised it high, and said: "
I also respect all the elders!" After saying that, he drank the wine in one gulp.
Han Baihang held a horsewhip in his hand and said loudly: "Fellow fellow villagers, we have to meet each other in high mountains and long distances. I'll take my leave!" Han Baihang whipped his horse and galloped away, as if he didn't dare to stop for a step. What exactly did he want to escape from?
He doesn't know it himself!
A thin girl kept pushing forward in the crowd. She wished so much that the general on horseback could see her and snatch her away. But he didn't, and he didn't even see this little figure.
She looked at that strong back and shed two lines of tears.
Jinshan Temple is located in the western suburbs of Fuzhou, on the Wulong River outside Hongtang Village. It was built in the Song Dynasty and is a water temple. It was originally a small stone temple in the middle of the river. Because its shape is like a stone seal floating on the water, it is like the Jinshan Mountain in Zhenjiang, Jiangnan.
Said "Xiaojinshan."
Sun Chuanfang personally led Han Baihang to visit Xiaojinshan, introducing it as he walked, saying: "People say that the Mahavira Palace, but this temple in Xiaojinshan is better than its small size."
The two of them were in front, followed by Gao Hongyi, Shitou, Huzi, and Sun Chuanfang's guards.
The Tathagata in the main hall was no more than ten feet tall, but the golden body was new. Han Baihang guessed that this was probably the handiwork of Marshal Sun. After entering the temple, he naturally burned incense. Han Baihang put three silver coins into the merit box, rolled up three notes of sandalwood, and then candled
Light the fire, worship and place it in the stone incense burner.
Han Baihang knelt in front of the Buddha and prayed sincerely: "May the world enjoy peace as soon as possible, and may the victims of troubled times ascend to bliss." Han Baihang finished praying in his heart, kowtowed three times and stood up. Sun Chuanfang looked at him and suddenly asked: "Brother Han, I believe
Buddhism?”
Han Baihang thought for a while and said with a smile: "I didn't believe it in my previous life, but I have to believe it in this life..." Han Baihang was talking about his experience in time travel. In his previous life, he was a good young man with upright views and supported science, but after he time travel
Well, if there is no power beyond reality that Ming Ming sees, it is really unexplainable. This is unbelievable.
Sun Chuanfang had thought hard about this passage for a long time, but still could not figure out what Han Baihang meant.
"Qingshuai?" Seeing Sun Chuanfang suddenly stunned, Han Baihang called him.
"oh?"
"Shall we continue?"
"Okay, okay, please!" Sun Chuanfang quickly made a gesture of invitation, and they walked out side by side towards the Guanyin Tower.
"Brother Han, there are only two clean rooms in Jinshan Temple. The one on the left is called Yiyi Zhai, and the one on the right is called the borrowing room. Yiyizhai is the place where Zhang Jing, a famous anti-Japanese general of the Ming Dynasty, studied, and the one on the right is called the borrowing room.
It was the place where Lin Jianglong, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, studied."
Han Baihang shook his head and said: "The literati are poor, so I'd better go to Yiyizhai!"
The guard captain behind suddenly coughed and said: "Mr. Han doesn't know something, that Yiyizhai..."
"Talk!" Sun Chuanfang interrupted him, then turned to Han Baihang and said with a smile: "Haha, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful. Please ask Mr. Han to rest in Yiyizhai for these three days!"
"You and I, who are in the army, are in a war-torn year. We have to thank Commander Qing for being able to steal these three days of leisure and fun!"
"Oh?" Sun Chuanfang said exaggeratedly and burst into laughter.