Republic of China

Chapter 221 White Mountains and Black Waters
In an era when transportation basically relies on walking and communication basically relies on shouting, if people want to know anything new, apart from word of mouth, they can only rely on print media.

As we all know, print media has been the mouthpiece of those in power and vested interests since the day it was invented. There are too few print media that can seek truth from facts, are not flattering, and are not afraid of power.

More often than not, black is said to be white, white is said to be flower, and waste water is said to be sweet.

Under the exclusive rule of warlords, this situation will be even more serious. Almost all you can see are praises and all kinds of tidbits. It's shit.

For example, seven or eight people died on this Eastern train, inside and outside, and it was robbed by gangsters. The passengers were driven like pigs into the back carriages to suffer. It would be absolutely big news if they were left alone.

But the result was all kinds of large-scale praise and praise.

——Members of the train crew exerted a high degree of consciousness, initiative, and determination, and increased their awareness of the overall situation, urgency, and responsibility under difficulties, and gathered the power of the masses, fully reflecting the love between the government and the people, coordinating with each other in an orderly manner, and cracking down hard. We have suppressed the arrogance of criminals, held high the banner of the rule of law, actively promoted the strengthening of local public security, and set a good example for various places. We hope to continue our efforts, deepen, be detailed, and be practical in the process of social stability, seize opportunities, and respond to challenges. , make overall plans in a focused and step-by-step manner, and remain unwavering, unyielding, unchanging, and uncompromising in the face of all difficulties
Confused?
Just be confused.

Anyway, the situation is made public.

As for the few who can figure it out, what does it have to do with my newspaper media?
It is unclear that someone robbed the train, and then the enthusiastic people and the train crew teamed up to kill him, and he had to be pinched in a big way.

But ordinary people who read newspapers have long been accustomed to it and can see the clues.

Does it matter who the robber is?
Of course it doesn't matter.

The important thing is to be destroyed by the group.

What an honor!
It’s been a long time since we’ve been suffering from horse bandits outside the customs!
From now on, I would rather spend more money than take the train when I go out!
The only thing that people care about now is that those enthusiastic people do good deeds without leaving their names, and they don't even know their names. It's a pity.

As the initiator, Zhao Sanyuan and others gave up traveling by train that night. Firstly, there were no suitable trains in the middle of the night. Secondly, the train was very limited and there was nowhere to run if anything happened.

Why are you running?

Of course, Mo Wenshan didn't want his junior to be put in danger.

The purpose of entering the customs this time is to avoid the limelight and stay away from danger.

If you are still living a life of fighting and killing, what the hell is going on?Wouldn't it be better to fight to the death with the little devil Onmyoji? It would be a win for the country.

So the group took the next step and bought a spacious donkey cart to continue heading west.

The midday sun shines down, shining warmly on people's bodies. There are more and more pedestrians on the road, with their own goals and return journeys.

But in winter and spring, the road outside the pass is not easy to walk. In the local dialect, it is called Fanmuzi, which means that after the heavy snow melts, it is mixed with the soil. It no longer has the splendor of the snow-covered snow. There is mud everywhere, and some places can be buried. It would take a lot of effort for a carriage or horse to get out of someone's calf, let alone a human being.

So the burden of driving the donkey cart fell to the most experienced person.

Zhao Sanyuan rolled his eyes while driving the donkey cart. His ears were almost calloused, but he didn't dare to push too hard and could only bear it silently.

"I've given you many warnings. It's best to kill the Gu master with one shot. Don't be impulsive if you can't kill him. You have to think long-term and seek stability. You kid, how about you, if you put Gu on the other side and you crash the car window? Then you're not taking the initiative. Are you exposing your secrets? Even if you are the King of Heaven, I am not afraid, but what about Xiao Liu and Xiao Kang? If they are tortured to death, we can just have the dinner where we are?"

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"The Three Emperors Sword is comfortable. Come on, tell me, did you kill the Gu Master with Qi Sword, or did you kill the Gu Master with Fart?"

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"Can you give me the dignity to say that you are my direct disciple of Mo Wenshan? Looking at it this way, I will be choked before I die."

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Zhao Sanyuan shrank his neck like an ostrich, not daring to answer the conversation, and didn't even dare to turn his head back to look at the master.

Who dares to talk back to you?

But I really tried my best, okay?

Is that possible?

What will happen to a car full of people if they don’t get on?

As long as the matter is resolved perfectly.

None of the brothers suffered any injuries, and they stopped their losses in time without causing any more casualties.

At worst, can we not fight blindly with the Three Emperors Sword?

I practice hard, and when I can kill someone eight hundred miles away with one sword, I will be considered a master.

Snapped--

In a depressed mood, Zhao Sanyuan cracked the whip much harder, making the donkey bray repeatedly.

Brother Donkey thought to himself that you are really not a human being. I am pulling six or seven people with one donkey, so I don’t care if I don’t care for them. I even whipped them hard.

"Why are you whipping it so hard?"

Snapped--

Mo Wenshan slapped his little apprentice on the back of the head, causing his dog-skin hat to tilt.

"I can't even smoke it anymore. Master, you are so unreasonable."

"What's the point? What should I do if the donkey rolls around? Are you pulling the cart as a donkey?"

"Can I rub it?"

Zhao Sanyuan looked helpless and reached out to rub the donkey's butt.

I don't know if this donkey is more humane or something, but he turned around and snorted and bared his teeth at Zhao Sanyuan, which really deserved a beating.

Whenever this happens, Kang Muang doesn't dare to be a peacemaker with Xini. My younger brother is an apprentice, so he is no longer an apprentice?

Just bear with it.
Lao Kang didn't dare to beep, and Xiucai and Lao Liu didn't dare even more. They both looked up at the clouds in the sky, as if they could see a flower, but they didn't look at Mo Wenshan and Zhao Sanyuan anyway.

In addition to one old man and four young children, there were other people on the donkey cart.

Shen Ren and Shen Caiwei.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are father and daughter, but in reality, a few people already understand what the relationship is.

The difference is that Shen Ren no longer has the gentle and gentle temperament he used to have. Just think about it, whoever has lost his head has nothing to do with gentleness.

In order to detoxify the passengers in that carriage, he spent a lot of information.

Strictly speaking, it’s not actually detoxification.

What happened at that time was that Lu Xiucai divided the 'ginseng beard' offered by Shen Ren into sections and put it in the mouth of the poisoned person.

One by one, all the orifices were bleeding, and the amount of bleeding was huge.

Severe illness requires strong medicine.

Shen Ren can't detoxify, but it can replenish it.

The toxins flow out together with the blood, and under the action of 'ginseng', they replenish the qi and create new blood. Although it will not solve the problem 100%, it can at least save their lives and they can be sent to the hospital for treatment afterwards.

As for how long it will take for Shen Ren to recover from the price he paid, I am afraid only he knows it.

It was Shen Ren who proposed this trip and wanted to go to the imperial capital together.

The so-called hermitage in the city is definitely safer under the emperor's feet than in the countryside and mountains. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous if the "ginseng arresters" come to your door. You can't be beaten and beaten, and you can't run away. It's better to hide in the market. Protect yourself and open a small medical clinic to live a stable life.

Again, as long as you can live happily with Caiwei, anything will work.

"Brother Mo, you are too strict. In all my years of living, I have never seen a man as brave and resourceful as San Yuan at such a young age. Although he has small flaws, they are not outweighed by his flaws. You should encourage him more. "

It's really not Shen Ren's idea of ​​calling him brother. In terms of seniority, you can't call him brother. You can't call Mo Wenshan a boy, right?

Zhao Sanyuan, who was depressed, heard Shen Ren's intercession and immediately straightened his back and listened.

Okay, Old Shen!If you can speak, speak more!

If you don’t have enough money to open a medical clinic in the imperial capital, it’s easy to say!
I have got!

I have both!
"What are you encouraging? What am I encouraging him for?" Mo Wenshan lit up his old pipe, "If you don't carve jade, you can't make it. If you don't learn, you can't be righteous. You allow him to play the harp but don't allow me to scold him?"

Yes, Zhao Sanyuan drooped his head again, like frost beating an eggplant.

Can't you always praise me honestly?
Just one word will do.

I really don’t know that I have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

"Brother Mo." Shen Ren smiled and shook his head, and did not go any further, because there was no need to say more, Zhao Sanyuan couldn't see the look in his master's eyes, but he could see it clearly.

Where are the reprimands and scoldings?
It is clear that he loves her to the core.

Shen Ren lamented that it was really an awkward relationship between master and disciple.

If you want to praise, just praise. If you don't say nice things well, you won't say them well.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Although he cares about his two apprentices very much, the length of his five fingers is still there, right?

In life, he did appreciate Kang Muang's stability more, but Zhao Sanyuan was too much like his younger self.

Outstanding talent, fire-like nature, intelligent mind, affectionate and righteous, and never bows his head. As long as he is determined to do something, even the King of Heaven and I will not be able to stop him.

I don't care if I get by in small things, but I am so angry when it comes to big things.

Whenever Mo Wenshan looks at his young apprentice, he will be reminded of his once high-spirited self.

The more this happened, the more uneasy and uneasy he felt.

I am over 70 years old and have lived for more than [-] years. I have too many regrets, unwillingness and helplessness.

Unlike Shen Ren, a ginseng essence, how many days do I have left?Maybe he can live to be a hundred years old and become an immortal, but maybe he chokes to death after eating at night.

What to do with the two apprentices?
Especially the little apprentice.

He is good enough, really good enough.

But not enough, far from enough.

You must be able to protect yourself no matter what happens, and you must never follow in your own footsteps and live a life full of regrets.

Currently, he is in a turmoil, has entered the world, and is inextricably linked to many forces and even the brothel of the Marshal's Mansion. This is a development that is extremely undesirable to see.

If you let it go on, it will be impossible to escape. I am afraid that it will really fulfill the calculation of the year.
If you blame me, blame me for accepting you as my disciple. If you had not become my disciple, Mo Wenshan, you would have had a different life.
"We are almost at Shanhaiguan, right? We are finally leaving Rehe. The road is really difficult." Lu Xiucai was at a loss for words, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Old Liu nodded repeatedly, "Ah, yes, yes! After passing Shanhaiguan, we will really leave our hometown. Then we have to look back and take a good look, right? Sanyuan?"

"Yeah." Zhao Sanyuan was not very interested. He definitely didn't know the master's good intentions, but he turned his depression into motivation and carefully simulated the route of the Three Emperors Sword Xingqi in his mind.

You must play the real Three Emperors Sword and let the master praise you from head to toe!

"Master, how many days will we stay in the imperial capital?" Kang Muang, as the chief steward, has to think carefully about the itinerary, such as what kind of transportation should be used to get to the next stop. If you take the train, you will definitely not be able to buy what you want if you buy the ticket on the same day.

The look Mo Wenshan gave him was just two words.

rest assured.

For Xiaokang, he is 1 assured.

"It won't take long. When you get there, you guys should eat, drink and have fun. Don't hold it when you go out. As long as you don't smoke or visit prostitutes, you can do whatever you like."

"Um, master, aren't you coming with us?"

"Why, you still have to sleep with me holding you in your arms?"

"No, no, no, what I mean is that it's inconvenient for you to do things alone. I'll help you carry a bag or something."

Mo Wenshan shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I just went to Baiyun Temple to do some errands. Neither you nor Sanyuan have entered Jianhong Temple, so naturally they are not disciples of Quanzhen Longmen. It's better not to go. I won't either." I don’t want outsiders to know that you two are my disciples, Mo Wenshan.”

Although it is nominally affiliated to Longmen, the Longmen system is huge, with many branches below it, and the situation of Mowen Mountain is quite special. It may be said that it is protected by Longmen, but no one in the direct lineage of Longmen has stood up and stated that Mowen Mountain Shan himself was not ordained in the sect, so he said he was not protected. After being taken into Jianhong Temple by Changxingzi, the number of people pursuing him was indeed reduced by more than half. It would have been impossible without the help of the big boss of Longmen.

It's just that love is love, and gratitude is love. Except for senior brother Changxingzi, Mo Wenshan didn't tell anyone else in Longmen about accepting a disciple.

"Baiyun Temple? Master, don't go in vain. When the time comes, the old immortal paintings will come back on the hour. I won't pick anyone from the Leibu Fire Department."

"There's no such thing as a fairy, but the ancestor's can't do it."

"That's okay, Master, you can figure it out."

"It's fine if you don't. Do you like Patriarch Qiu Chuji's?"

"Then what else can you say? Absolutely-hey, I'll go-"

Zhao Sanyuan covered the back of his head and bared his teeth, "Why are you cutting me again, Master?"

"Kill you? I can't kill you! Do you think I went to Baiyun Temple to purchase goods?"

Pedestrians around him cast admiring glances.

I secretly thought that this old blind man could do it, and he would be sure and ruthless in his attacks.

Fortunately, the outline of Shanhaiguan could be seen in the distance at this time, so Mo Wenshan temporarily stopped caring for his young apprentice.

It is said that people are timid when they are close to home, and they miss their emotions when they see things.

When Mo Wenshan saw this magnificent pass again, he couldn't help but think of some past events.

People are getting old.

It's still there.

Gratitude, resentment, love and hatred will be fleeting.

Only the way of heaven lasts forever.

"Let's look back. I don't know when I will come back next time."

Everyone got off the donkey cart and looked eastward at their hometown.

It is as white as snow on the peaks and as bright as the moon among the clouds.

These white mountains and black waters usually don't make me think much of them, but when I was about to leave, I felt they were so friendly that I lingered for a long time and didn't want to continue walking west.

Shen Ren held Shen Caiwei's big hand and her small hand.

So many days and nights, so many years, have been reincarnated in this land. If you want to cherish this life and stay away from disputes, it is time to say goodbye to the land that raised you.

Liu Mangfan took out an exquisite pendant from his collar and opened it to see a family portrait of his family of three. His wife is virtuous and virtuous, and his son is filial and lovely. I hope they can get along well with each other in Fengtian City.

Lu Xiucai respectfully bowed his hands to his hometown, "Grandpa, eldest brother, I will never forget the blood feud. I am taking a break now for the sake of better revenge in the future."

"Old Kang."

"Ok?"

"When Master was hunted down here, he must have seen the same world."

"That's right. However, Master's eyesight is disabled, so he can no longer see with his own eyes the path he traveled when he was young."

"It doesn't matter. Master can't see anymore. We will be his eyes. Master can't walk anymore. We will be his legs. If anyone dares to bully him again, we will kill his whole family."

"Is it okay to just kill me?"

　Only then did I realize that the number of chapter titles was wrong. 220 was not missing, but I marked it wrong. Haha, it doesn’t affect viewing.
　　
　
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