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One cold morning, a black jackdaw landed on the branches of a snow-covered tree, kicking down a few piles of broken snow.

The jackdaw's eyes were gurgling as he looked at the huge city that stretched thousands of miles from north to south not far away. Suddenly, he saw swarms of swan geese flapping their wings from the beacons in the city and flying across the sky. The formation was huge. The jackdaw was frightened and panicked.

And escape.

Fish intestines and rulers, swan geese pass on the book.

Regardless of whether it is a bamboo slip or a letter, a plain letter or a ruler or an eight-line script, the military order from Buyilou received within ten days of Muliang is: "If you have something entrusted to you, I will send you nothing."

It has been three years since the Great War of Troubled Times kicked off. Those wanderers who left their homes and came to the broken world in the middle edge of the Tianxi Mirror, for the first time today, can finally pay attention to their hometown...

Bodhi Road, Mr. Qi Ying, who was once the Taoist master of Liuzi Sect in the academy, stood under the eaves of the small courtyard with his hands behind his hands, looking up. He squinted and stared at the red-tailed goose mixed in with the geese in the flying snow in the sky. The goose's feet were tied

Writing a letter from his family.

After losing his wife in middle age, Mr. Qi Ying has nothing to entrust to him. However, every time he thinks of his youngest son in the past three years, he feels guilty. Although the brothers and sisters in the family have enough food and clothing to ensure that he has enough food and clothing, who can show his good character and virtue?

Carving? If the father is not around to teach, will the child learn well? After tossing and turning all night long, Mr. Qi Ying handwritten a letter of admonition to his children.

"The conduct of a gentleman is to cultivate one's character through tranquility, and to cultivate one's virtue through frugality. Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal. To learn, one must be still, only then must one learn. Without learning, one cannot broaden one's talents; without one's ambition, one cannot achieve success.

Study. If you are arrogant and arrogant, you will not be able to stimulate your energy, and if you are impetuous and impetuous, you will not be able to cure your nature. Years will go with the times, and your will will go with the sun. Then you will become withered, and you will not be able to take on the world. If you stay in a poor house with sorrow, what will happen to you!"

Liu Shisan lives next door.

Dressed all in white, he didn't know when he started to be greedy for wine. He was often drunk with all kinds of wine and fell unconscious. He would lie by the pond in the garden, sleep on the pillars of the rockery, or indulge on the roof, on the window edge, or on the roof.

Under the tree, there is no place to sleep... Fortunately, every time he died in a drunken dream, Nangong Jiu would resist him and then throw him on the bed. As for ginger soup and hot water to sober up, wash and undress, don't even think about it, Nangong Jiu can't do it

Even if I come, I won’t do it.

She looked at her junior brother who was like mud, and an impulse surged in her heart. She thought it was so unbearable that it would be easier to draw a knife and chop him down.

In fact, what Nangong Jiu didn't know was that their master, Luo Changfeng of Fengxue Yincheng, also had the experience of being drunk and giving up on himself, and life would be worse than death. From this aspect, Liu Shisan can be regarded as inheriting the mantle.

Hongyan returned east, and he sent two letters. One was to Fengxueyin City, and the other was to Zhongzhou Imperial Alliance.

An Hongdou, a traveler from the ends of the earth, was not in Yincheng. She took her little bean sprouts and traveled thousands of miles across the mountains and rivers to look for traces of Luo Changfeng. At this moment, she was in the northern sky, on the coast of the Endless Sea. Kuangshi Juejian once drank

Reciting poems on the Guanhai Tower.

An Hongdou was dressed in red and looked a little thin.

Little Bean Sprout Luo Chengxue is three years old. She is wearing a little red coat and her pink face is very much like her parents. The little girl's shining black eyes are looking at the boundless black ocean, and she is standing aside holding her big hand with her little hand.

, as if she had sticky candy in her mouth, she shouted with milky milk: "Mother, mother..."

An Hongdou bent down and picked up the little bean sprouts. Suddenly he saw an eagle not far away swooping through the clouds and landing on the railing of the sea view building.

An Hongdou recognized it, it was news from Yan Lingwei of Fengxue Silver City.

She took off the letter and found that it was a letter from Liu Shisan.

"Little junior sister died in battle."

"Mu Liang held a butcher's knife and opened up a Great Wall. Then he fell deeply into the Luotian Great Wall. It took seven or seventy-nine years to break the formation."

"All the heroes in the world guarded the city and built ten beacons."

"The Skybreaker plan was implemented, and the alien masters suffered heavy losses."

"The army is temporarily withdrawing."

"The war has calmed down a bit..."

"Is my little junior sister okay?"

"Disciple asks how is his master's wife."

Liu Shisan's letters home are very simple, and everything is described in an understatement. There is no sadness, no joy, no worry, no joy, no sorrow, no pain, and no emotion. It seems that he is not experiencing it personally, but like a spectator watching from the sidelines.

Little did he know that the more he concealed himself, the more deliberately he appeared. The young man was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he kept his brows low, thinking that others would not notice anything?

An Hongdou read the contents of the letter and felt a slight pain in her heart. The past three years had passed by in a hurry, and she was obsessed with searching for Luo Changfeng's whereabouts. She was almost obsessed with it. She could say that she was "indifferent" to the war in Tianxi.

I don't have the time to care about the safety of my three disciples.

But I didn't expect that today, when I received a letter from my disciple for the first time, it was such sad news.

The little bean sprout Luo Chengxue seemed to feel her mother's sadness. She stretched out her little hand and gently tapped her mother's forehead with her onion-like index finger, as if to relax her slightly frowning eyebrows.

An Hongdou breathed a long sigh of relief, rubbed her daughter's head and asked, "Would you like to go to Muliang City with your mother?"

I gave up the idea of ​​setting out in a boat to look for the cemetery where the sun never sets.

Whether it was for those three children, or for Mu Liang who could wield a butcher's knife, for reasons of love, reason, public or personal reasons, she should visit Mu Liang City in Tianxi.

An Hongdou thought...

A swan goose flew over thousands of mountains and broke into the ancestral land of the Yan family in the paradise. A man in civilian clothes who was the general of the Xuanjia left guard of the 100,000-strong imperial army of Yan was taking off his armor in the field. While farming, he heard the long cry of the swan geese and was busy.

He raised his head, ran towards Yuan Tou, and unpacked the letter from Muliangcheng in Tianxi.

This is the sixth prince

of eight lines of script.

The Great Yan Empire once loved the pastoral landscape, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence. After the Yan Kingdom was destroyed, the sixth prince, Youran, single-handedly led the descendants of the Yan family to avoid the pursuit of the clan by Jun Zeyu and even Luo Changfeng.

Those tribesmen, the old and the weak, women and children, as well as some of the Imperial Guards Xuanjia, migrated thousands of miles to their ancestral land, settled down, and multiplied and multiplied without caring about worldly affairs until the chaos arose again.

The sixth prince, who seemed to be attached to the mountains and rivers, but actually had a very low sense of the world, called General Zuo Wei on a starry night and entrusted these old and weak women and children. Then he walked out of the garden and cultivated land alone with a knife, using the pseudonym Youran

, went to Zhuluyuan in Tianxi, and from then on became an ordinary city defender among the millions of soldiers.

General Zuowei escorted the Sixth Prince's writings and hurriedly came to the peach garden behind a few thatched houses, behind a girl in purple who had already stood at attention and was pruning peach branches.

"Your Royal Highness, this is the sixth prince's family letter!"

The purple-clothed girl did not look back, but was stunned when she heard the words, and then said calmly: "Uncle Patriarch, I am Ye Ziyi. Just read Brother Youran's family letter."

…

There were thousands, if not tens, of thousands of geese returning eastward that day in Muliang City. Some wrote to their parents, some wrote to their children, some expressed their love for each other, and some said goodbye.

Someone wrote without concealment and straightforwardly: "Once separated, the two sides look at each other, just think it is March or Fourth, how can it be the May or Sixth Autumn. There is no expression on the Chinese Valentine's Day, eight pens cannot write, in September the love is scattered, ten strands

I beg you to return my affection. A hundred lovesicknesses, thousands of longings for each other, and all kinds of melancholy annoy you."

Someone also sent a letter on a plate in a roundabout way. The plate was full of words, written in circles, circle after circle, and listed in layers. The lover tried his best to decipher, and one hundred and sixty-seven words turned out to be one.

The first miscellaneous poem: "The mountains and trees are high, and the birds are singing sadly. The springs are deep, and the carps are fat. The birds in empty warehouses are often hungry. The women of the officials rarely meet with their husbands. When I go out, I see white clothes. It is said that it is, but it is even more wrong. But it is not.

Entering the entrance, the center is sad. Go up to the hall in the north, and enter the steps in the west. You are eager to express your voice and urge you. Sigh long and ask who to talk to. You have done something, and I think about it. There is a sun on the mountain, but there is no time. We tie a scarf, and I miss you for a long time. You forget.

Concubine, unknown. Concubine forgets the king, the crime should be punished. If you are safe, you should know it. Yellow is gold, white is jade. High is the mountain, low is the valley. The surname is Su, the courtesy name is Boyu. There are many talents, and there is enough wisdom and resourcefulness.

"My family has been settled in Shu for a long time. What a pity that the horses' hooves will not be counted. Thousands of pounds of mutton and a hundred dendrobiums of wine will make your horses fat with wheat and millet. People nowadays are not smart enough to read books. They should read from the center to the four corners."

No matter what the method is, no matter what the feelings are, at least the swan geese have a way when they go and a way back when they come.

The most pitiful ones are the widows, separated by the world, with white hair and black hair, with broken eyes and scales, and they have never returned.

The young monk wished he didn't know who to send this note to, and was alone by the stream, watching the river lantern carrying a thread of worries gradually drift away.