Nightfall Chapter 186: Return (Part 1)
The winter is getting deeper and the wind is like a knife.
As the tension eased, the refugees who moved to Chang’an some time ago have all returned to their places of origin. People living in the south of the city are braving the severe cold to clean up villages that were burned to the scorched earth by the enemy.
More than a hundred Tang Jun came on the official road, looking at their armor standard and ordnance, they should be ordinary Xiang troops in a certain state, people busy rebuilding their homes, watching the exhausted expressions of these soldiers, put down their tools and applaud To cheer them up, someone shouted: “I will be in Chang’an soon.”
Tang Jun nodded in greeting, and then moved on. Daopan’s applause quickly subsided. At present, the imperial court cannot increase its relief efforts. To survive this cold winter, it is all dependent on their own hands. The villagers must seize all the time and at least repair wind-resistant shelters.
There are still a few carriages behind this team of Tang Jun. The busy villagers think that these carriages may be officials from a certain southern state and county, so naturally they don’t have time to bother. How could they think that, in a sense, it was these people in the carriage that saved Datang.
The sky light penetrated through the gap in the car window, and fell on Jun Mo’s face. His skinny cheeks were already pale when he was seriously injured, and they were as clean as snow when illuminated by the winter sun. ——He looked at the scorched earth village outside the window, silent, and didn’t know what was thinking in his mind.
Muyou looked at his profile with worry written between his brows.
All the disciples in the back mountain of the academy suffered extremely serious injuries during the battle of Qingxia. Relatively speaking, she was in the best condition, just because presiding over the formation used too much thought power, and took a rest for these days during the journey. It has recovered most of it.
The situation of the four brothers and others is much worse. After receiving the diagnosis and treatment, they still can’t get up. They have been recuperating in a few carriages behind them, and don’t know when they will really recover.
But she was most worried about Jun Mo, because Jun Mo suffered the most injuries. Jun Mo woke up after leaving Qingxia. It seemed that there was no problem, but it made people very worried.
Because of the journey these days. He was silent for too long—he always sat quietly by the car window, looking at the shallow snow-covered fields in the south of Datang, or the village that was set on fire by the enemy.
Muyou looked at his still determined profile. Looking at the hair scattered behind him, his eyes fell on the empty sleeve, and he sighed silently in his heart.
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The carriages did not enter Chang’an City. Instead, he went directly to the college.
Tang Jun, who was in charge of the escort, left under the meadow. The meadow was covered with thin snow, and there were countless peach blossoms in the snow, but it was not yet blooming. Today’s academy is very quiet and even a little deserted.
There is no royal family or ministers who salute humbly, there is no public welcome, there is no grand ceremony, and no sound of gongs and drums can be heard. Not even many people greeted them.
No one cares about this, because they didn’t notify the people in Chang’an City. They went out and returned. When they returned to the academy, they would go home. Where is the need?
Welcome them back on the meadow. There were only two people—the cute little book boy Xu Jialun, and Ning Que, who was leaning on a cane and wrapped in bandages.
Looking at Jun Mo without saying a word, the little Shutong shed two lines of tears.
Jun Mo left him in the courtyard for so many days, and finally saw the young master come back alive today. Where can I control my emotions.
When he saw Jun Mo’s right arm was broken, he cried out suddenly.
Jun Mo frowned slightly and said, “Don’t cry.”
The little book boy was obedient and wiped his tears desperately. However, there were too many tears, and they couldn’t be wiped clean no matter what, and when he saw Jun Mo’s hair, he couldn’t help crying out loud.
“Master, how did your hair turn white!”
Ning Que looked at the empty sleeves of the second brother and his gray hair, not knowing what to say.
Jun Mo said blankly: “There are burning villages everywhere, and there is too much dust on the road.”
This is a clumsy or even cute explanation, but no one laughs.
The carriage is quiet.
“Why is the college so quiet?” Brother Second asked.
Ning Que said: “Senior Sister dismissed the teaching and students in the front yard of the college ahead of time. Some teachers and students left. Most of the teachers and students are helping the court in Chang’an City, and some are already on the front line. .”
Jun Mo asked: “How about brother and Yu Lian now?”
Ning Que said: “The situation is okay, but the action is somewhat inconvenient.”
The carriage drove past the dilapidated Shifang Gate of the academy and went deeper.
The teaching building and the second-story front hall of the academy are all in dilapidated condition, especially the laneway leading to the old and back mountains. It is hard to see the original appearance. No one can repair it during this period.
Jun Mo looked at these pictures and was silent.
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The mountains behind the academy are still warm as spring.
It’s still the cottage that will not worry about being broken by the autumn wind. Xiao Shutong and Tang Xiaotang lifted the teachers onto the soft couch. Some were still asleep, some barely supported their bodies.
For the time being, I can’t hear the sound of Beigong’s flute, the sound of Ximen’s piano, the sound of iron strikes by the stream, and the quarrel between Song Qian and the Eighth Junior Brother over a chess piece, I will probably never see the teacher again.
Big Brother and Yu Lian are in wheelchairs.
Jun Mo let go of Muyou and held his hand, walked to the big brother’s wheelchair, and met with a salute. Then he looked at Yu Lian and said, “Xiong Chumo **** it, why didn’t you kill him?”
Yu Lian said calmly: “Some people are more useful to live than to die.”
The second brother thought for a while, but didn’t continue to ask.
The big brother looked at his empty sleeves, looked at his gray hair, and said: “The teacher once said that since some things cannot be changed, you must learn to accept them.”
“Not caring, but regret.”
Jun Mo looked at the gray sky outside the Caolu, and said: “I have always wanted to draw a sword and fight against the sky like the little master uncle. When the teacher goes to the sky by Surabaya, I want to One day in the Ming Dynasty, I will be able to follow the pace of the teacher, but now it seems that there is no chance.”
Not everyone can understand what he said.
The big brother sighed and talked about another thing: “Pippi is gone.”
In the back mountain. Jun Mo and Chen Pipi have the deepest feelings. Hearing the news at this time, he was silent for a moment, and then asked: “Can the Lord recover?”
For the college, this is the most important question.
When Jun Mo asked this question, he looked at Ning Que.
Everyone who was awake under the Caolu looked at Ning Que.
It was on Suzaku Avenue that day. Ning Que once gave the people in Chang’an an answer, but today he still thinks for a long time before he says affirmatively: “No.”
Hear this answer. The second brother always had a cold expression, and finally loosened a little, and it was the wind blowing into the grass cottage. It also seemed to become a little warmer.
The realm that Guanzhu once showed was the coldest cloud in the hearts of all the people in Houshan. Although he was defeated in Chang’an City, in fact he was not defeated by Ning Que, but by Jingshen. Array.
In other words, he was still defeated by the master.
If it is not in Chang’an City, but in another place in the world, no matter whether you are a big brother or Jun Mo, or even Yu Lian, you will not necessarily be the opponent of the subject.
As for Ning Que. There is no possibility.
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The sound of the waterfall echoed in the small courtyard, very ear-splitting.
Ning Que couldn’t understand how he could sleep in such an environment. Every time the brothers and sisters were discussing matters in the small courtyard, how could they hear each other’s voice?
He once asked this question to the second brother. At that time, the second brother’s answer was: After listening for a long time, it will naturally become a habit. As long as the heart is quiet, what sound can disturb the ears?
After dozens of days, I experienced an unimaginable fight in front of Qingxia for seven days and seven nights. Having staged two dazzling and eye-catching strong fights, Jun Mo once again returned to his small courtyard.
For the first time, he felt that the sound of the waterfall was a bit noisy.
He knew it was because his heart was not calm enough.
It was getting dark. He stood by the window and looked at the night sky on the mountain, just like during a journey. He was silent for a long time, then he looked at his empty sleeve and frowned slightly.
In a shocking battle with Liu Bai, he broke his right arm.
The incompleteness of the body is not a problem. Jun Mo holds an iron sword in his left hand, and it is still enough to sweep the world-the problem is the incompleteness of the mind-the body and the mind have always been two sides.
He knows very well that he will probably never reach the end of the path in this life.
The end of the spiritual path is the avenue.
The other bank of the river is the other bank.
It is not above the five realms, but a higher and farther place, a place that can only be reached by the little uncle and master.
It is above the sky.
In terms of kendo in the world today, he is only slightly inferior to Liu Bai, but he is younger and more potential, so he would have been more hopeful to go there.
Now these hopes have been cut off.
For the ascetics, this is the heaviest blow, more terrifying than death, and craziness, even if it is as strong as Jun Mo, it gradually turns gray and black.
But if someone asked him if it was worth it, he still disdains to answer.
Because you don’t see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, because Qingshan sees how charming he is, the water can’t come back up, and the mountain can’t come up again, regret this emotion has never been related to the proud second brother.
How not worth it to be able to fight with Liu Bai so much?
It’s just…a bit regretful.
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“If you can’t fight against the sky, fighting against people is actually very interesting.”
I don’t know when, Ning Que walked into the small courtyard. He looked at the somewhat lonely back of the second brother, and said, “Although the master is abolished, the first brother and the third sister were also seriously injured. There is no way to recover from the injury in a short period of time. Regardless of whether Tang Guo or the academy, I need you brother now.”
Jun Mo didn’t look back, and said, “Don’t worry about me.”
Ning Que said: “I can’t help but worry.”
Jun Mo turned around, looked at him and smiled and said, “It’s a little regretful, I don’t want to.”
It was just a distance of turning around, but Ning Que suddenly felt that he did not recognize the man standing in front of him, as if some very subtle changes had happened to him.
It’s not because the second brother didn’t wear a bun and a crown, or because he showed a rare smile. He is still the most proud person in the world, but he doesn’t have the breath of respect and distance.
This change made Ning Que a little uncomfortable, and he didn’t know what to say.
Jun Mo said: “I’m just a little uncomfortable. When I hold my left hand, I can no longer hold my right hand, and I can no longer salute. The main reason is that my posture is not good.”
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(Two chapters are completed with seven thousand words, and there are still two chapters tomorrow. Please vote for recommendation on Monday, and then report. I will try to end this volume within four days. I have been thinking about the outline of the next volume in these two days. I have some brainpower. Insufficient, I re-looked at the fourth volume of the year when the curtain fell, and found that the writing was indeed a bit ** . )
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