son-in-law

Chapter 1184 The old dream goes to a new journey

Turn the lanes, cross the long streets, and run through the gradually floating city.

The surrounding is a scene of chaos.

The two figures in tandem slowed down, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard by a narrow alley.

The wooden door outside is long gone, the house in the yard is crumbling, and there are traces left by the owner's hastily left, and may have been patronized by beggars or thieves.

"No one." The wounded boy stated.

Beside him rubbed plaster on his face, and a beggar-like figure helped him in.

Check courtyards and crumbling houses for anything you can use.The pots and pans were long gone, and there was only a little firewood left in the house.The blood-stained boy didn't move quickly, but the little beggar was quick in his hands and feet, and found half a crock pot in the mud in the corner.

There is still some water in a broken well in the yard, but only the well rope, the bucket is gone, the little beggar unwrapped the furoshiki and made a small net bag to hold the earthen pot, and then put it down with the well rope, pour some water on it, and wash it. Crock pot ready to boil water.The teenager started a fire under the shelf of the collapsed house, and said the next steps to deal with the wound.

Due to the need to participate in the battle, I didn't bring many things with me. At this time, I only had a few knives and some medicine left on my body.The relatively severe bleeding injuries suffered in the battle have already been dealt with in an emergency. At this time, a relatively delicate finishing touch is required. Needless to say, internal injuries will take some time to recover.In the southwest, the relationship between the young and the girl was rather strange. At this time, there was no time to catch up with the old. The young man took a cold attitude and talked about the steps of healing. The little beggar lowered his head and worked. error.

The flame rose and boiled the water in the pot. The boy tried to tear off the blood-stained clothes. The little beggar washed his hands at his command and came to help him. When the boy handed her the scalpel, Slightly stunned.

"What, what's wrong..."

The little beggar who knew that his body was stained with mud ashes, washed off all the black mud on his face when he ran to wash his hands, and squatted in front of him at this time, his melon-seed-like face was elegant and quiet, and the hair on the side of his face was stained with stains. For some reason, it reminded him of small flowers in the field in spring, or dandelions floating in the wind.

Ah, it's that little... little bitch...

"Nothing..." He shook his head, "...If you can't tear it, just cut it."

"Ah."

She nodded and proceeded cautiously.

Outside the courtyard, the noise of the city's drums could be heard from far away, but perhaps it was due to the turmoil of soldiers and horses, and everyone was eager to leave the city. The clothes were even crusted in some places, and blood would inevitably flow out.She looked at him from time to time, but his eyes were calm and unmoved.

Pain is of course painful, but for some reason, looking at this unfamiliar yet familiar face in front of him, he felt a little reluctant to speak.

Broken bamboo sticks were picked out from some of the wounds. It looked quite miserable, and the girl's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

He treated the wound again, stopped the bleeding, and applied medicine. There were several wounds where the young man burned his knife and burned his head, and then a layer of medicine powder was applied.The girl tore open the tattered clothes she carried in her bag and wrapped it up for him—she had returned to Jiangnan disguised as a beggar, and all she had with her were two tattered beggar clothes. One is torn, and the other is ready to be put on by the teenager.

"Aren't you going to Taihu Lake? Why did you come to Jiangning?" He asked casually when the wound was almost finished.

"Ah..." The girl was stunned for a while, then lowered her head, "Go, come here, you won't be able to walk."

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

After coming out from the southwest, I thought of the girl I met in Chengdu several times, but only the image of the other party crossed my mind, and the real deduction was impossible to start.After all, in troubled times, even those who practice martial arts find it extremely difficult to walk. The "little bitch" in Chengdu is just a weak woman who has left the southwest. How many chances are there to be alive... He doesn't want to think about it.

After all, given the size of the world, no matter whether the other party lives or dies, most of the two parties will never see each other in this lifetime.

But deep down in my heart, I actually have some vague thoughts. When I think about it many years later, it is the youth's longing and sustenance for youth. deep traces...

"...Then why did you run to the edge of the battlefield?"

he asked.

The girl lowered her head.

"I... I saw your name in the newspaper these days, I know you're in town..."

"Newspaper... um..."

The expression on the boy's face changed for a while, and then, red and white colors interspersed, and after a while, he vomited blood with a "wow".The girl's expression suddenly became anxious, and she was in a hurry: "You...you, you...what's the matter with you..."

"Pfft...internal, internal injuries...it's okay...it's okay..."

He vomited blood into the yard, gasping for breath to calm down.Outside the courtyard, it seemed that a crowd was rushing past.He held the girl's hand with a serious look on his face.

"It's okay...don't panic...don't panic..."

After a while, the people outside the yard passed, the girl put on tattered clothes for him, and the two sat together under the collapsed house.Looking around, the sun on the horizon is giving off a little warmth, and the decaying autumn grass in the yard is growing out of soil lumps and bluestones everywhere, and the autumn wind is slowly stroking them.The two sat under the dumped house, and the girl began to ramble about what had happened since she left the southwest.

From the arrangement of Aunt Gu, to the study of following the Huaxia Army Caravan, to her gradual isolation, she encountered robbery, learned to pretend to be a beggar, and later met a "noble person", who was named Huo Qinghua's aunt took her in and became a "little scholar" who read books and newspapers in the yard of "White Rakshasa", and has survived so bumpy and tenaciously until now.

She spoke to herself, and came over to the southwest, and the little benefactor who had finally reunited, told about the difficulties and hardships since this journey.During the period of time in Chengdu, it may still be invisible, but it was not until she left Chengdu that the girl was able to clearly realize that although the "little benefactor" from the southwest seemed a little cold in temperament, she was actually very kind to her. Okay, he gave himself a book like "Women Hold Up Half the Sky", perhaps because he couldn't bear to be too fragile, but out of the tolerance of the Huaxia Army, he still saved himself like a kitten and a dog.

Even at this moment, she is still somewhat in awe of this "Long Xiao Engong", because the other party still has a straight face, although his appearance is not scary, and occasionally even makes people feel a little cute, but In front of him are still the uncompromising Chinese soldiers, even with so much blood, and the wounds are scorched with a soldering iron without changing his face. Under the cute appearance, he is really much more powerful than himself.

When she came to Jiangning, the silver taels on her body were basically gone, and there were only a few land deeds brought out from the southwest.But even so, at this moment, she stated her progress as if she was facing her peers and her elders, but there was a peace in her heart that she had not felt for months.

Speaking of Huo Qinghua, the small yard, the life and death of those "white rakshasas", in the end, the small yard is gone, and Aunt Huo also died in the infighting of the fair party. There is no order here, no The good guy and the bad guy, the girl hugged her knees. In the end, she didn't know where to go. I just heard that the Huaxia Army had arrived in Jiangning, so I wanted to come and have a look...

"...But, you...how did you come out. Why...don't you join those people..." She asked in a low voice at the end.

Ning Ji was silent for a moment: "I still have something to do, so I can't go back."

"Oh." The girl nodded.

"...If you don't know where to go, let's go together next." There was another silence, and finally Ning Ji turned his face into an iron plate and tried to say these words as calmly as possible.

"Okay."

"...I mean, if you're not...if you want to follow them...well, forget it."

"……Um."

"...The newspapers are all lies."

"Well, I already knew that."

"it is good."

The boy pursed his lips and nodded.

Then change the name...

He made a decision in his heart.

After the healing came to an end, Qu Longjun began to prepare a small pot of porridge with some dry food that he carried with him, and got busy.The autumn wind blew across this courtyard. Even in the late autumn, there were small yellow flowers swaying. Ning Ji looked at the girl's figure, and finally gradually began to recall the scene of Xue Jin's death on the road.

I don't know what the battle has turned into. Uncle Chen Fan and the others don't know if they can successfully suppress Lin Zongwu. This broken Jiangning may become more broken, but it doesn't matter. The old Su family compound has long since become The ruins are in ruins, and after another round of washing, probably not even those traces will be left, and those people the parents once knew, like Xue Jin, may be scattered in this chaotic age.

When they go back in the future and talk to their father, aunt, and mother about this period, they will probably feel sad too.Maybe...you can save yourself a beating?

There is also a little bald head. I didn't expect him to be a disciple of Fatty Lin. This is really a coincidence. His nature is not bad. It is estimated that he will cry for a while, but in the future... Maybe he will be Fatty is taught to be a bad guy, and he will meet again someday, and he doesn't know what to say.It is certain to beat him, but he is not afraid of him. When the time comes, if he beats him half to death, and spares him once, he will be considered to be benevolent and righteous.

In addition, it is really about Uncle Chen Fan and the others. Uncle Qian, Aunt Qi, Hei Niu, Xiao Hei, Yuwen Fitu, and Uncle Chen Fan... all came, all came... He thought Here, there is a feeling of incomprehension.

It is impossible to go back, and their reputation will be ruined by them this time.Originally, they escaped from the southwest because of such shameful slander, but now there is no news about that slut Yu Xiaoer. When Uncle Qian and the others go back, they will show their feats in Jiangning:

"His name is Wu Chi Y Mo."

"Five feet is five of one, two, three, four and five..."

"He went outside and immediately spoiled another girl..."

"Chen Fan has seen it with his own eyes..."

"Your son doesn't really have a hobby in this area, right..."

……

Thinking about it, I feel that the Southwest is going to become a hell on earth.

I'm afraid I really won't be able to go back until I have achieved the level of fame as No. [-] in the world.

Of course, maybe it's time to let Uncle Qian and the others bring their own safety...

The setting sun was changing, he thought about these things in his heart, looking at the figure busy beside the crock pot, he was not too confused about the decision not to go back.

There is nothing wrong with reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.Perhaps when his father summons Jiangnan to save the world, he will be strong and invincible, and then he will be able to help his father and elder brother to do something really great.

At this moment, he thought so.

Of course, not long after, it was getting dark, and in a courtyard in the north of the city, Chen Fan, Qian Luoning, Xiaoqi, Hei Niu and others, as he expected, chatted about how he came to make a big name all the way. .

In another place in the west of the city, facing the bonfire, the huge monk was also quietly listening to his apprentice telling the story of how he had walked with Long Aotian, a young man from the Huaxia Army.Not far in front of them, the Daguang Sect members were facing Wang Nanda's mourning hall, chanting the mighty scriptures.

In the loud and noisy sound, the choked voice of the little monk was like a ripple in the vast ocean torrent. Lin Zongwu listened to all this quietly...

In this world, all life is like an insignificant bit in this vast ocean. At this moment, the sea covered with dark clouds is surging, and the rainstorm is about to come in a hurricane. Who can notice the small bit in this sea?

Just like senior sister Si Kongnan and junior brother Wang Nanda, after a short flight, they finally went to the abyss that was forgotten by others.

In the blink of an eye, the life that was once full of future has disappeared in the heavy rain of this world.

Thinking of this, he was overwhelmed with grief.

"Amitabha."

The huge figure touched the shoulder of the little bald donkey and sighed slightly.

"It's the journey of life."

he said.

　I know, wait and see, let's take a closer look.

　
(End of this chapter)