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The words that were supposed to be sad and sad, came out of Shan Chang's mouth, but they seemed calm, as if they were explaining a trivial matter.

Li Ang reassured: Your good fortune is like the sky, you won't leave us so early.

Haotian has never been fair, but treats all beings equally in the matter of death.

The head of the mountain looked up at the sky, sighed and said, It's just that I have some regrets.

What are you sorry about?

Li Ang was puzzled in his heart. Failed to break through the last hurdle of practice? Or failed to witness the victory of Yu State's war with his own eyes?

The head of the mountain lowered his head and said seriously: Promise me one thing.

You say.

Protect the people of Yu Kingdom.

Li Ang was even more confused. He has always believed in the unity of rights and responsibilities, and he enjoys the convenience brought by the patrol position in the academy, so he naturally takes the protection of the people as a matter of course, and will do so without the reminder of the head of the mountain.

Why bother emphasizing it?

It's natural.

Before Li Ang could answer, the head of the mountain interrupted: This is not a request made as a head of the mountain or as an elder, so there is no need to bear any burden.

Ordinary people are limited by their talents and abilities, and most of them are dull and short-sighted. Many times I can't see it, and I don't care about things that will happen ten or a hundred years later.

Cultivators are different. The farther they look at things, the more rebel the answers they get, and sometimes they even stand on the opposite side of most people.

You have done enough for the people of Yu State, even I can't ask for more.

I only hope that one day in the future, when you are asked to make a choice, you can be more tolerant and compassionate to mortals.

Shan Chang's tone was extremely solemn, and Li Ang felt inexplicably uneasy when he heard these words.

The breeze blew across the mountains, and a dark cloud slowly floated over, blocking the warm sunshine.

The low hills are in shadow,

Li Ang took a deep breath, thought twice, and nodded solemnly, I promise you.

That's enough.

The serious expression on Shan Chang's face dissipated immediately, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile: It's getting late, have you eaten yet?

without.

Then let's go. There is a restaurant in Xingzhou, counting the history, it is almost two hundred years old.

Shan Chang stepped down the low hill, maybe because he had just paid homage to the tomb and missed the old man, Shan Chang was very chatty, walking in front and chatting with Li Ang.

For example, although this Tao'an Village inherited the old name, all the villagers moved here after the flood, so no one knew him.

Xingzhou is famous for its persimmons and lotus roots, as well as the Yellow River carp—although in Yu State Li is the emperor's surname, and people are forbidden to eat carp to avoid taboos, but no one takes it seriously, and generally the people don't raise officials and don't investigate. When the harvest is bad, the poor rely on fish to survive.

While chatting, the two had already walked into Xingzhou and found a restaurant.

This restaurant is built on the bank of the Yellow River. Due to the sedimentation of the Yellow River, the water level is several feet higher than the ground outside the embankment. Therefore, sitting on the tall building, you can barely look at the river and see the vast, misty Yellow River flowing eastward.

The business of the restaurant is very good, and the seats are almost full. The shopkeeper saw the white-bearded and haired Shan Chang, and out of respect for the elderly and loving the young, he asked the child to serve him a bowl of noodles in advance.

The noodles are mutton noodles. The noodles are wide and tough. The bone broth is white and bright like milk. More than a dozen thick slices of mutton are placed on the side of the bowl, and coriander and garlic sprouts are sprinkled in the middle.

The head of the mountain took out two chopsticks from the box on the table, just about to move the chopsticks, he turned his head and asked Li Ang, You eat first?

Li Ang laughed a little and said: You eat first, I'm not hungry yet.

I don't know whether it's because he lost his appetite after going through a difficult battle, or because his cultivation has brought about new changes in Mosi. Li Ang is indeed not hungry at all.

Then I'll start.

Shan Chang tapped the end of the chopsticks on the table, aligned the chopsticks, and inserted the wooden block into the bowl.

Hum——

The next moment, the school jade pendants on the waists of the two vibrated at the same time.

Li Ang picked up the jade pendant, frowned slightly and said, Is there a police in the academy?

The head of the mountain nodded slowly, It is estimated that the endless sea has changed.

Then I'll go to the prefect's mansion first.

Li Ang didn't have a close-footed worm on him, so if he wanted to know what happened, he had to go to the prefect's mansion to borrow a close-footed worm.

He took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, got up and went downstairs, towards the Xingzhou prefect's mansion.

brush--

He passed by a person, which was obviously a very common thing, but Li Ang stopped suddenly and turned back abruptly.

It was a very ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a blue robe, wearing a cape, with a book under his arm, with a faint smile on his kind and gentle eyes.

An extremely standard middle-aged Confucian scholar, let Li Ang guess, nine out of ten are teachers or newspaper editors.

Something is wrong, something is wrong.

When I first encountered the nightmare, the feeling of being uncomfortable and stuck in my throat came to my heart again.

Li Ang only felt his teeth itching, and subconsciously took a step, wanting to call out to stop him.

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He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound—a strong sense of déjà vu grabbed his heart,

If the middle-aged Confucian scholars were stopped at this time, the pedestrians on the entire street would die.

This is by no means an illusion. Li Ang could even vaguely see how the heads of passers-by exploded densely, and flowers made of blood bloomed from them.

Tread Tread.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stepped into the restaurant, as if he had known his goal for a long time, climbed up the steps, pushed open the wooden door of the box, and sat in front of Shanzhang very casually.

The head of the mountain still maintained the posture of extending his chopsticks into the bowl. He slowly put down the chopsticks, looked directly at the disciple he was most satisfied with, and said slowly: How did you get in?

By going around, it is obviously not the restaurant or the city of Xingzhou, but the whole country of Yu.

The talisman you planted can record the aura of monk Zhuxiao. When the aura reappears on the territory of Yu Kingdom, an early warning will be issued.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar, or Junqianzi, smiled and said: Because of this, we had to disappear before, and each person can only appear in Yu State once at most.

But now, Lord You Qiong woke up. With his cultivation base, he is enough to hide your talisman within a short period of time if he is fully prepared. Help us sneak into Yu Country collectively.

As if to verify his words, Jun Qianzi took out a compass from his arms and lightly put it on the table.

The glazed light on the compass flickered, slowly condensing into dots of light.

Among the more than ten gloomy red dots, there is a dim blue dot guarding it.