Jiaohua

Chapter 170 The Glory of Life and Death
The things were almost smashed, and there were not many things that could be taken away. The old men at the scene helped to clean up the broken wood and medicine residue, and pushed them to the foot of the river mouth.

The girl poured the copper coins and broken silver in the small purse into her hands, counted and counted carefully, and after taking seven copper coins, she handed the rest to the old men: "Here!"

The old men took the money, thanked them again and again, and praised them for their kindness.

The girl didn't say a word, and helped her brother to leave with a drooping face.

There used to be quite a few villages up Xiangjuan Mountain. Since Dagan was in Yong'an Dingdu, all the villages on the mountains in the south were driven further south, leaving only some ancient temples and Taoist temples.

There are two Taoist temples on Xiangjuan Mountain, one is large and the other is small.

The two brothers and sisters climbed up the small Taoist temple along the mountain road, and entered through the courtyard gate at the back in the dark.

At the same time, in the backyard of the Daoguan across a mountain, the little girl led the horse down the stone path and stopped outside the gate of the courtyard behind.

The little Taoist just finished carrying water, raised his hand to wipe his sweat, heard the movement behind him, and turned his head to look.

Under the dim light, the girl was short in stature, led the horse and walked slowly in. When she saw the little Taoist priest, she said, "I'm looking for Daoist Master Qingyuan, but he's here."

"Are you alone?" the little Taoist asked.

"There are still horses." The girl gently pulled the rein in her hand.

The little Taoist went over with his shoulder pole, looked up at the horse, and then at the girl: "What do you want to do with Taoist Master Qingyuan? He has been wandering around the mountains for eight months."

"Eight months?" Xia Zhaoyi frowned lightly, paused, and said, "That's all. According to Daochang's temperament, no one will know his return date."

The little Taoist was amused by her grown-up tone, and said: "What are you looking for with Master Qingyuan? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"It's not a problem at all." Xia Zhaoyi looked back at Qingyun, raised his hand to caress its neck, "I just want him to take care of this horse for me."

"Take care of the horses?"

"It's inconvenient for me to bring it into the city. I'm afraid it will be confiscated. This horse has been with me for several months and has suffered a lot. I don't want to give up." Xia Zhaoyi looked at the little Taoist priest and said, "You What's the name, if you are willing to look after it for me, I will thank you."

"My name is Zang Yi, I don't need to thank you, I just take care of a horse." The little Taoist said.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, took off the small pouch on his waist, and walked over to hand it to the little Taoist priest.

The fragrance in the purse is faint, permeating the nose, the fragrance is very strong but not strong when it is close, and it can hardly be smelled when it is far away.

"Wonderful, this is..."

"For you," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "I made it with a few herbs, it won't hinder your cultivation."

At this moment, Qingyun lowered his head slightly, and gently rubbed against Xia Zhaoyi's body.

Xia Zhaoyi touched its neck and said, "Master Xiaodao, I will leave my horse to you."

"Don't be afraid to be, just call me a little Taoist priest."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded, and handed over the rein in his hand.

Seeing the little girl leave, the little Taoist turned to look at the horse, and said in a daze, "Why does it seem a bit strange, I just adopted a horse?"

He raised his hand and smelled the small pouch in his hand.

"It's delicious."

Coming out of the backyard, Xia Zhaoyi didn't go down the mountain immediately.

She walked slowly along the stone path, and went around to another back mountain of the Daoguan.

It was already very late at night, she came down from the back mountain and landed in an empty cemetery halfway up the mountain.

There are many large and small tombstones, and the moonlight is as white as snow. Some tombs don't even have tombstones, only small hills protruding.

Xia Zhaoyi walked through, slowly passing one tomb after another, and finally stopped at the solitary tomb in the east.

With the hillside behind, the surroundings are silent, except for the cold white moonlight, there are only one or two pieces of ghost paper rotting in the soil, and the old yellow cup in front of the grave.

The cups were originally a pair, one was rolled in the soil and half buried, and the other was nowhere to be found.

This is the grave of the second brother's best friend in the army. The soldier who used his body to block a spear attack for the second brother in the early years, because he was an orphan, the second brother buried him here, and then he will come here every month to drink a glass of wine , say session.

Now the paint color on the tombstone is about to fade, it is worn out by the wind and rain, and no one has come to take care of it for a long time.

The paint color is peeling off like this...

Really... a long time...

Xia Zhaoyi raised his hand to support the tombstone, closed his eyes, tears rolled down all of a sudden.

The autumn night was cold, and the mountain wind was strong, piercing her bone marrow through her thin clothes.

She is not a crying person, and she has always been able to bear it. Now standing here, she lowered her head slightly, sobbing softly, and completely collapsed.

The next day's light broke through the clouds, Xia Zhaoyi leaned against the tombstone and opened his eyes.

The colorful clouds in the sky are smudged by the golden light, and the deep purple and clear blue gold powder are in pieces, flowing with the clouds.

She could see people at the foot of the mountain carrying baskets and carrying baskets to make a living, and she could also see towns far away.

"Brother Qi," Xia Zhaoyi said softly, "What do you mean by glory, and what is life and death?"

The owner of the tomb didn't answer, only the morning wind whistling.

"Some people died and were sacrificed into the temple, some people died without leaving even a single page in the history, and some people died in vain because of changes in court and power struggles. victim." Xia Zhaoyi said quietly.

The mountain is also very quiet, except for the wind.

After a long silence, she raised her head, looked at the stars in the sky that hadn't dissipated, and let out a long breath: "That's all."

Getting up from the ground, Xia Zhaoyi brushed off the loess from his clothes, picked up the fallen leaves in front of the grave, and said seriously, "Brother Qi, I'll come to see you some other day, I'm going home first."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes and folded his hands, the tiredness on his face disappeared.

Going down the mountain to the capital, there are more pedestrians along the road than in the past few days.

Because it is walking, the speed has slowed down a lot. I can occasionally hear people chatting on the road. There are all kinds of news. The word "plague".

After leaving the Xiangjuan Mountain area and officially stepping into the official road of Gyeonggi, pedestrians talk less.

At noon, she stopped at a tea shop on the side of the road, but she didn't go in. Instead, she enjoyed the coolness under the shade of a tree behind the tea shop, and gnawed on the small dry food in her hand with the water in the water bag.

Then he continued on his way, and finally entered the outer city of Kyoto before the city gate was closed at dusk.

Mid-Autumn Festival just passed, August [-]th.

Xia Zhaoyi walked 88 steps after entering the city, stopped and turned to look at the long streets and lanes in the southeast, silently counting hexagrams in his heart.

The world is dead.

The number of hexagrams is variable and may not be correct, but it is definitely an ominous sign.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't feel the slightest disturbance in his heart, what was lost was Daqian Qiankun, and had nothing to do with her.

As for the new overlord after Fulang, as long as it is not Yi Shurong, it has nothing to do with her.

It's just that, regardless of prosperity or prosperity, it is the soldiers on the front lines and the people struggling to survive who suffer.

Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze, looked to the north, and tightened the small burden on his shoulders.

At the beginning when she rushed from Liling to Beize, she didn't think about returning alive, and she didn't have any nostalgia or thought about the capital.

But now, after months of travelling, her feet are on the ground again.

It's not a homeland, but it shouldn't be a stranger.

It's true, I hate this land.

　I asked for leave, and I didn’t say that I would abandon the article. Wow, QAQ, it was published in the previous works related to the previous one, probably before the first volume. .It turns out that I can’t see that place, I will ask for leave QAQ in the comment area in the future, no, I will not ask for leave in the future! !I want to finish writing! ! !
　　
　
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