That Person In That River and Lake

  Chapter 59 I look at the snowfield, the people look at me

In Qiling Station, there is a lot of snow, and the eyes are vast and pure white. The heavy snow here has a special taste. The heavy snow like goose feathers is flying all over the sky, as clear as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke, as soft as catkins. Floating down in the sky. The trees and tents are all covered in silver, and the ground is covered with thick white snow, covering the entire land tightly.

The corpses outside the city have been covered by heavy snow, and occasionally there will be a little bit of soaked red. It is basically impossible to see that there has been a fierce war before. Maybe someone will come to collect the corpses, or someone will come to collect them. Forgotten, but more are still very likely to be covered up by the more tragic wars that follow, adding more bones.

  On the ruined city wall, there is an old man holding a knife against the wind. He has been standing here for a whole day, witnessing the first beacon fire without moving a muscle in the morning, until now it is getting late and the twilight has come. He has been here.

He was dressed in a green shirt but still as usual, there was no snowflakes at all, and he was never soaked by snow water. The fluttering snowflakes would disperse automatically when they fell within three feet of him, as if blocked by an invisible and colorless wall up.

Because he is a great practitioner, his true qi is invisible, and it evolves automatically. To protect him, not to mention snowflakes, he is standing in the rain of arrows. As long as his true qi is not exhausted, he cannot get close. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is no different from a fairy god.

That thin, plainly dressed old man was still hunched, but all day today, he stood proudly in the snow, giving an invisible support to all the county soldiers who stood in the cold wind and didn't know their way forward. , a great practitioner, a legendary innate warrior, did not kill a single person, but just stood in the snow for a day, and became the spiritual pillar of thousands of people.

  His name is Ning Qing, a rare old man.

As soon as Gu Qingci climbed up the city wall, he saw the hunchbacked but haughty back at first glance. He was lonely and desolate, but it made people feel safe. He walked over slowly, raised his hands slightly, and saluted with fists in a very respectful manner. Waist, said: "Old Ning, thank you!"

Gu Qingci knows better than anyone else how much a congenital warrior, a great practitioner who is willing to stand alone in the snow and shout for support with a knife, can help the morale of the army. It can be said that as long as Ning Qing stands here, there will be no one take a step back.

Ning Qing slowly moved away the hand holding Pudao. Because of his age, those withered palms did not have much blood color, and looked like there was only a layer of skin. When his hand was sent away, the Pudao The knife was still standing on the ground, frozen.

   "Master Gu, I don't deserve your thank you. I am the one who should say thank you. You are a real hero in the battle today, I admire you!"

  Ning Qing spoke decisively, with a sincere tone, bowed slightly, and Gu Qingci hurriedly supported him in fright, "Old Ning, there is no need to be like this, this junior can't stand it!"

Although there was a lot of conflict between Gu Qingci and Ning Qing before, after today, the gap between the two has dissipated a lot, not to mention that now they are facing the enemy together. , are not as tense as war.

   Gu Qingci's rejection of Ning Qing's worship was not because of Ning Qing's status as a great practitioner, but purely out of respect for an old man who is dedicated to serving the people. This spirit is worthy of respect.

  Gu Qingci and Ning Qing stood on the city wall together, looking to the north.

At this moment, a white figure appeared next to Gu Qingci, wrapped with countless snowflakes, and appeared abruptly. It was Qin Keqing, who was still as plain as a snow lotus, and said softly: "You have two subordinates. I was looking for you, and seemed to be in a hurry, so I said yes, the Beimo army is here!"

  Gu Qingci frowned, and looked at Ning Qing, and Ning Qing immediately grabbed the handle of the knife, pulled it out from the ground with a "swipe", broke a pile of ice, and shattered the ground.

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In Changling County, the heavy snow is still lingering, which makes people have infinite reverie, but walking in the misty snow and fog is unbearable. As the silk falls, it often fills the heart with unreasonable melancholy, as if the snow not only wets the ground, but also wets the heart.

  Therefore, besides the lingering feeling when it snows, there is a little more melancholy!

  In the distance, there seems to be the outline of a mountain. Everything in the old city slowly expands as it drifts away, and finally gathers—weathers—disappears gradually, and stops in this gray and white space in the form of floating dust. After that, it settles a little bit—the dust settles, and occasionally some snowflakes fall Come in and melt on your body quickly.

The Confucian shirt was thin, and although a pot of wine was scalded and a pot of charcoal fire was placed in front of him, Ma Zhibai still felt a little chilly, tightened his clothes, put down the book in his hand, and slowly stood up, while the one behind him was carrying The middle-aged man with the big knife followed, and the distance between the two was less than five feet.

Ma Zhibai walked to the window, saw the heavy snow falling, the sky was dark, and it was almost night, he couldn't help sighing, thinking of what happened today, he couldn't help sighing, and said softly: "If I am an official in Daxia People only do it for their own selfish desires and don't listen to the people's hearing, isn't that... oh..."

Although Ma Zhibai has read poetry and books, is full of knowledge, and is upright, but after all, he is a child of an official family, and he is also a county parent official. Some words are suffocated in his heart, and he is very vigilant. .

   "Young master, that Gu Qingci must not be a good person, that's why Zhang Zhihuan asked you to come here." The middle-aged man with the knife looked at Ma Zhibai's back, and then he spoke for a long time.

  Ma Zhibai shook his head. As soon as he entered Changling County today, he went straight to the county government office, but the door was turned away. He never saw anyone in the huge county government office. He sent people to search for it for a while, but there was no one there.

In desperation, he left the county office and searched around the city. What made him even more chilling was that every household in the entire county had closed their doors. Even if he saw a few people, they were basically people from the Jianghu. It must be extremely bad, so that the people don't want to go out, and the great county is dead.

   Seeing that it was getting late, Ma Zhibai decided to find an inn to stay first, and sent his book boy to follow two six-door policemen to go out to find the residence of the county official in Changling County, and planned to visit tomorrow. The excellent education allowed him to hold back his anger, but he has already decided that tomorrow he must go to the county magistrate of Changling County to have a good theory theory. The book of sages is not read like this!

After arriving at the inn, Ma Zhibai also asked the waiter, but after hearing Gu Qingci's words, the waiter was shocked, with tears in his eyes, looked to the north from a distance, sighed for a long time, and did not speak. .

The reaction of the waiter in the shop made Ma Zhibai more certain of his guess. This Gu Qingci must be in Yurou Township, harming the common people. Otherwise, how could the waiter in the shop react like this? The sad past is related to this county priest.

   Thanks for the "last minute" reminder from book friends.

Let me make some explanations here. First: in the chapter on receiving gifts, 10,000 taels was set too much, and adjustments have been made. It should be normal. Third: As for cheats, this thing is illogical. If you insist on being logical, cheats shouldn’t appear. Fourth: The question of the protagonist’s attitude towards killing people is just to avoid procrastination. , the number of words is not enough, and the character of the protagonist is also explained in the following chapters.

Finally, to sum up, this book is a rivers and lakes novel, the background of the world is superficial, don't impose it on the orthodox history, rivers and lakes are all about pleasure and hatred, although the protagonist is an official for the time being, but he just can't help himself, many things, It can only be dealt with quickly, there is no time to think too much, don't get too entangled in money figures, there will not be too many things about money in this book, even if there are, it is just a passing mention.

   Finally, I would like to thank the book friends for their reminders, and thank you all for your recommendation tickets!

  (end of this chapter)