Waiting for the wind and rain, the city of clouds is light

There was the sound of wheels rolling on the mountain road. The soldiers stationed looked up and saw a slightly worn-out carriage coming down the mountain.

The two Confucian disciples were driving the car, and although their expressions were calm, there was a hint of sadness.

He probably went to seek medical treatment again, the soldier murmured to himself.The superior ordered everyone to go up and down the mountain to be thoroughly investigated, but so many seriously injured disciples came down one by one, and after dozens of days of investigation, they lost their patience. These disciples were either wounded or covered in bandages. It was unlucky to see them, so they opened the car The curtain saw the matter.

The carriage stopped consciously, and the soldier moved over reluctantly, and lifted the curtain with a gun, and as expected, another Confucian disciple was lying on his back.The disciple driving the car got up and saluted: "Little Sage's village is running out of wound medicine, if you don't go down the mountain to find a medical center, I'm afraid it will be too late..."

"Okay, okay." The soldier waved his hand, unwilling to say any more, "Let's go!"

"Thank you." The disciple bowed to the end and drove away in the carriage.The soldier walked back to the place he was guarding just now, and when he looked up, he could see a corner of the eaves of Xiaoshengxianzhuang.I heard that a fire broke out near the gate that day, and the surrounding wall was burned dozens of feet. The roof is now covered with a layer of ashes, and it has lost its original momentum.

Confucianism is really hurting... He secretly sighed in his heart, most of the disciples were seriously injured, the head of the school was taken away, and his vitality was damaged, so he was just dying.

The carriage drove into Songhai City and stopped in front of a medical clinic at the corner of the street.The disciple driving the car raised the curtain and lifted the person on the stretcher inside.The disciple on the stretcher was lying on his side, his injured arm was hanging outside, and his body was covered with a blanket.The doctor in the medical hall came out and carried the man in. The injured disciple moved his body to cover the letter under the blanket. One of the crowd carrying the stretcher beside him had a glint in his eyes, and took advantage of the chaos to reach out. Get under the blanket and draw away.

"Ouch..." The injured disciple made a gesture, "Take it lightly..."

"How did you do it?" The old doctor looked angrily, and yelled at the man in a low voice, "Don't make trouble here, go to the stream facing the next street and fetch a bucket of clean water!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The man responded in panic, rolled up his sleeves without any trace, turned and ran away.

There was a knock at the door, but Fu Nian didn't even look back, he watched the sprouts on the branches outside the small window, and answered the call to come in.

"Mr. Fu is very elegant."

Fu Nian turned around, clasped his hands in front of his chest and bowed: "I have seen you, my lord."

"The pursuit of rebellion the day before yesterday caused a lot of chaos. His Majesty the Emperor ordered Zhao Gao Haosheng to take care of Mr. Fu's safety and keep his humble house sheltered. Please forgive Mr. Fu."

"Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor's concern, Fu Mou is very honored." Fu Nian bowed again, his voice dry.

Zhao Gao didn't respond, his eyes swept across the table, the cup of tea that was brought in earlier, but now he didn't move at all.

Zhao Gao seemed to be smiling, and looked out the window in the direction Fu Nian was facing just now.Fu Nian still kept bowing to Zhao Gao, keeping his back straight while leaning over.

"Mr. Fu, you don't need to worry," Zhao Gao said slowly, "Little Shengxian Village has a deep foundation, even though it suddenly encountered this disaster, it will definitely turn the corner into safety."

Fu Nian didn't move: "With Your Majesty protecting the little Shengxian Village, Fu Mou naturally doesn't need to worry about it."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes, and then he covered it with a chuckle, turned and walked out of the room: "Mr. Fu can still behave calmly today, he really deserves to be the head of Sanghai Confucianism."

"I dare not take it." Fu Nian replied.Zhao Gao sneered, looked back, and stepped out leisurely, Fu Nian's voice as heavy as a mountain came from behind him: "Respectfully, my lord."

The door slowly closed behind him.

The courtyard at dusk has been lit, dark clouds piled up in the sky, and the setting sun shone from behind, blurring the shades of gray into an ambiguous pale pink.Zhao Gao walked slowly to the middle of the courtyard, a black figure flashed by, and a person knelt down on one knee in front of him: "My lord."

"How?" Zhao Gao said lightly.

"The subordinates have already inquired in Sanghai City. On the day when the incident happened, a woman appeared together with Zhang Liang, the third master of Confucianism."

"But how many people have seen it?"

"Yes," the man bowed his head and replied, "That woman is wearing a light red train."

Zhao Gao squinted his eyes, and his eyes stayed on the fragments of the dress presented by the person in front of him. Earlier yesterday, he ordered a search of the bushes near Xiaoshengxian Village, and found it near the cliff.The corner of the skirt was stained with blood, and the cut was flat and crisp, and it would have been impossible to cut it off with a sharp weapon. The edge seemed to have been burnt, with blackened smoke.

There are obvious signs of fighting around the cliff. The dead branches are scattered all over the place, and the cross section is smooth and flat, obviously cut by a sharp weapon.

"Have you reported it to the young master?" Zhao Gao stared at the corner of the dress, his hands behind his back were clearly knuckle, and the paleness reflected by the yellow light revealed a hint of treachery.

"This subordinate has already reported to the son's mansion that the lord wants to see him. The son replied, saying that he has carefully considered the lord's proposal and will investigate the matter when it is appropriate. However, the matter will be postponed for now. There is no need for the lord to ask for an audience, and there is no need to go. gone."

A sneer gradually appeared in his squinted eyes, Zhao Gao reached out and took the fragments from the person in front of him, and put them in his sleeves: "Young master is busy with business, Zhao Gao shouldn't bother you any more. Forget it, get off the sedan chair and let Zhao Gao Gao took the liberty to pay homage to Master Li and asked to report to His Majesty the Emperor on his behalf, I hope His Majesty will sympathize with Zhao Gaozhi's painstaking efforts and accept the humble position as a son..."

With a sneer on his lips, Zhao Gao walked towards the front door of the General's Mansion.

"...a little bit of worry."

Night fell outside the window, and the mottled shadows cast by the branches spread across the floor.Fu Nian stared at the oil lamp on the table, the scorched black stars on the wick were hidden in the bright yellow of the candle flame.

It only takes a few sparks to ignite the lamp oil, but it is too dazzling to burn into a piece.The cotton thread of the wick is irrelevant, but only by letting the lamp light on it can the lamp oil be drained bit by bit.

It's just that the wick...but it can also burn when it encounters fire.

He stretched out his right hand and touched the Tai Ah worn by his side.

The flames of the lights on the table trembled and went out like a wisp of blue smoke.

The door suddenly burst open from the inside.

The Tai'a sword carried the aura of pulling out mountains, and it broke through the defense outside the door as soon as it was unsheathed like a rainbow.The sword energy swept across, the wind swept away the dust, and the trees in the courtyard were uprooted.Before the soldiers who came from nearby formed a circle, they were spitting blood from the sword energy.The flames on the sentry tower were bright, and black smoke billowed up. The soldiers who heard the news surrounded Fu Nian, and the sound of metal clashing as the guns swept across.The body of the sword was already covered with blood, and more and more people fell down. Fu Nian swung the sword forward and pierced his back regardless of the gun, killing a bloody path in the crowd.The archers on the wall have gathered in a line, the sound of hundreds of bows being pulled is like thunder and humming, and the black iron at the tip of the arrow emits a cold light.Wherever he went, the figure on the tower was long and isolated, his robes fluttering in the wind.The small Shengxian village in the distant mountains was brightly lit. He put the Tai'a sword in its sheath, turned around and faced the southwest, and bowed solemnly.

With a single order, all arrows were fired.

The torrential rain of iron arrows bounced off and stirred together, and the torn arrow feathers fell from the air.The man's movements did not stop, and he bowed deeply to the bottom, and the set of etiquette was complete and impeccable.The second time he drew the bow was full, he retracted his hands and stood up, the strong internal force broke all the tendons, and stood upright on the top of the tower, motionless, like a giant mountain.

Fu Nian, head of the Confucianism at Sanghai, died of a severed tendon.

It was the night when the Xiaoshengxian village was on fire, and the soldiers stationed at the foot of the mountain were changing shifts, and the loose formation was defeated by the disciples rushing down the mountain.The Confucian disciples usually concentrate on their studies, but today they are all holding long swords like a broken bamboo, and the shadow of the sword splashes blood.The approaching army gathers to chase after him, but the second master, Yan Lu, stands alone in front of thousands of troops, fighting for a long time until dawn, his blue-gray robes are dyed bright red, when the reinforcements arrive to capture him alive, he uses his sword but the enemy is three feet away, Then he jumped down the valley.

Hundreds of Confucian disciples fled and scattered in all directions, like rice grains scattered into the yellow sand and rainwater falling into the sea.The vitality of the Songhai garrison was greatly damaged, and the first emperor was furious when he heard the news, and ordered the neighboring counties of Songhai to be sealed off and searched.The fire in Xiaoshengxian Village lasted for three days. The thick smoke covered the sky and engulfed the entire mountain forest, burned all the houses, towers and pavilions in the village, the curved bridge broke and fell into the lake, and the lake was almost dried up.After three days of rain, the fire was finally extinguished.The drizzle was as dense as a weave, silently penetrating into the scorched earth as if smoothing chapped skin, and the collapsed roof beams and pillars were silent, like a fallen giant exposing its ribs.

The majestic Confucian village is a piece of scorched earth.

The rain in late spring is gentle and delicate, coming and going at night, silently wet the small village at the foot of the mountain.

The pear blossoms are about to wither, and the drizzle and the wind blow to the ground in the courtyard.A little girl in her early teens was sitting on the steps with her elbows on her knees, looking at a pear blossom in her hand.It must have been after the rain that Shi Shiran fell from the tree, and the fragrance between the stamens was still so strong.

She raised her head, and behind the pear blossom was a figure obsessed with the broom, sweeping the fallen flowers on the ground one by one.

"Sister!" The little girl called out to her.

The woman put down the broom and turned to look at her. Her shoulder-length hair slid to her face intentionally or unintentionally, covering her forehead.

"Sister, can you help Ah Ling make a bun again?" She asked flatteringly, raising a branch she had just picked up from the ground, "Just use this as a hairpin, okay?"

The woman leaned the broom aside as she said, and walked over to sit behind Ah Ling.

"Sister is the best!" The woman stretched out her hand to brush her hair, the thick calluses on the knuckle side of her index finger rubbed against her ears, and there was a delicate and gentle touch. A Ling smiled and acted like a baby, and the unique soft luster of children's hair shone.The smell of the soil after the rain got into her nose, and her long hair was loosely rolled up. The woman took the branch she handed over and carefully used it to pin her hair. A Ling couldn't wait to jump down the steps, and touched the stagnant water on the ground. Looking at the back of his head, his little face flushed with excitement.

The window of the house was half-closed, the old man glanced out of the window, took this scene into his eyes, and sighed softly.