Nangong Yan and Ji qingxueleng stayed on the mountain all morning before leaving.
When leaving, Ji Qingxue said goodbye to Lao Heshang: "master, we have something else to leave first. Let's meet again."
The old monk smiled: "I'd better say goodbye to the two benefactors. Seeing me again may not be a good thing."
Nangong Yan and Ji Qingxue looked at each other and thought that the old monk was curious and strange.
Ji Qingxue wondered, "what does that mean, master?"
The old monk looked unfathomable: "don't say, don't say."
With that, the old monk left.
Ji Qingxue bumped Nangong Yan's shoulder with her elbow and asked, "Hey, do you know what he means?"
Nangong Yan said "well", and Ji Qingxue's eyes brightened: "you know? What does he mean?"
Nangongyan was serious: "the Buddha said: you can't say."
Ji Qing gave him a snow-white look. What? It's obviously the Millennium fox spirit of Taoism. What kind of eminent monk does he pretend to be.
When going down the mountain, Nangong Yan remembered and asked her, "what wish did ah Xue make in front of the Buddha?"
The sun shines through the layers of leaves and drops sporadic warmth on the ground. Ji Qingxue tilts her head and smiles at him: "I won't tell you."
Then she said, "if I tell you everything, the wishes made before the Buddha will not count."
Nangong Yan suddenly stopped walking. Ji Qingxue didn't know why, so he stopped.
Nangong Yan didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly. Ji Qingxue smiled and stood there without moving or talking.
For a long time, Nangong Yan finally moved his lips and called her, "ah Xue."
"Well, I'm here."
The charming voice spread like a silver bell. Nangongyan solemnly said, "don't worry, Buddha doesn't want to do everything for you. I'll do it for you."
As soon as the voice landed, Ji Qingxue was stunned, and then the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.
She knew that this was the greatest tenderness given to herself by the man in front of her.
At that moment, Ji Qingxue seemed to hear the sound of flowers.
A slight vibration came from her chest, and a warmth rushed into her limbs and bones.
After a while, she finally spit out a burning word: "OK."
As long as you are there, what does it matter if those things can be completed?
As long as I'm here, I'll give you everything you want. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you everywhere.
Ji Qingxue stretched out his hand to him: "ah Yan, we should go back."
Without hesitation, Nangong Yan covered her palm and held her catkin instead: "OK, let's go back."
The dense forest timely covered the two people's leaving figure, but occasionally came their vague voice of dialogue.
"Ah Yan, why are your hands always so cold?"
"Well, Xu Tiansheng. But it's cold for you?"
"That's not true."
The man's calm voice contained a few smiles: "that's good. It doesn't matter if your hands are cold. Ah Xue just help me warm up."
Not far behind, the old monk has been standing in front of the mountain. He doesn't know whether he is looking at the scenery or people.
"Master, they have gone," said the little monk.
The old monk kept his eyes fixed and his voice sounded like a bell: "how do you know I'm looking at people?"
The little monk's eyes dribbled and turned. There was a sense of intelligence everywhere. His appearance looked very likable: "the disciples guessed. At first sight, they were not ordinary rural savages, and their identity must be extraordinary."
The old monk finally looked back at him: "Huiyan, no matter his status is high or low, as long as he comes here, he will have only one status - he is the person who the Buddha wants to cross in the sea of suffering."
The little monk nodded vaguely. The old monk looked at the direction they left, and his expression was secretive.
Just back in the camp, Rongsheng and Nangong Qi came together actively.
"Five younger brothers, according to what you said, I've asked someone to release the news. The ecstasy array has been set up. It depends on whether Shan Yuqing is fooled."
Nangong Yan's eyes flashed a trace of disdain: "don't worry, Shan Yuqing has a soft ear. If Yelu wasn't around, he would have been led by the nose."
Ji Qingxue knew what they were going to do as soon as he heard it. He was immediately interested: "what did you plan behind your back?"
Rong Sheng smiled with a black belly and cunning: "Hey, little master, you don't have to worry about it. I'll let you see a good play tomorrow!"
The next day, many officers and soldiers appeared in the streets of Qingqu city. They held portraits in their hands and asked people when they saw them, as if they were looking for someone.
In the restaurant, a good man said, "Why are there officers everywhere in the street today? I don't know what it is?"
Suddenly someone at the next table took over: "Hey, you don't know. I heard that there were deserters in our Yan army camp. I guess those officials are looking for deserters."
The man was surprised: "deserters? Is there such a thing?"
"Yes. In fact, we can't blame them. It's said that our strength has been greatly damaged before the war with the guards. Now the Xiongnu is about to attack the city. There is too much difference between the enemy and ourselves. No one wants to die."
"No, I'll see that the military camp is calm. It shouldn't be a problem to clean up a Hun. Who did you hear about it? It's unreliable!"
The man simply put down his chopsticks and looked left and right before deliberately lowering his voice: "Of course, it's reliable. I'm not alarmist. One of my brothers is in the military camp. He also said that people in the military camp have been in a panic recently, and they can't keep their lives. They don't want to fight. Ah, don't take this out and tell others. It's said that if you leak the news, you'll have to..."
He made a movement to wipe his neck, and the people next to him quickly nodded, but his expression looked very worried: "I thought as long as they were there, we would be safe and sound!"
They talked to themselves. After a few people sitting in the corner looked at each other, they all lowered their heads and went on eating.
Before long, the official broke in with a portrait in his hand to check the people in the restaurant one by one.
The shopkeeper of the restaurant immediately greeted him: "officer, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. It's just catching a few fugitives."
The shopkeeper asked carefully, "what on earth have they committed, and it's worth looking for someone like this?"
The officer gave him a horizontal look: "don't ask if you shouldn't ask. If you know too much, you will have nightmares."
"Yes, I know."
"You've been paying close attention to the people coming and going in the restaurant recently. If you see the person on the portrait, report it to the government immediately!"
The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly: "the small one knows, and the small one must pay careful attention!"
When the officers left, the two people who had just spoken had a touchy discussion again.
"Now it seems that nine times out of ten what you said is true. Then I have to go home and pack up my bags and leave here quickly. My family is a nine generation single biography. If I die, our roots will be broken."
The person nearby echoed: "you're right. I have to go home and clean up and leave this place of right and wrong."
At this time, someone in the corner shouted, "waiter, check out!"
After paying the bill, the people left.
After confirming that they left, the two people who had been talking couldn't help laughing.
"Mu lengzi can't see that you're doing well!" Rong Sheng said teasingly. Seeing his usual cold appearance, he acted like a real one, and he almost believed it.
Mu Qing returned to his usual appearance and glanced at him faintly: "I'm flattered. You can't let it go. Nine generation single pass!"
Rong Sheng was caught off guard and choked. I just said that!