Zhui Xu

On the eve of the day and night, the winds are raging. On the land of Wu Dynasty, which is thousands of miles away, the frontier has always been a subtle and sensitive term.

Liao, Xixia, Tubo, Dali, from the Xiongguan of the Northern Territory to the mountains of the southern Xinjiang, the frontier is only a thin line, going one step to another, and returning to the homeland. However, there is always a piece in this frontier. A piece of land is in the gap between the delicate pull. Here you can't enjoy the peace and peace you deserve. The army on the frontier does not care about it. People in the country will selectively ignore it, there are many people, and it is not even clear that there are such places.

In the eyes of people, there are the clouds of the ancient capital, the smashing of Qinhuai, the prosperity of the capital, the sweet-scented osmanthus in the south of the Yangtze River, the northward road, and the battlefield like the Shura field, but there is no such concept. It is like the inevitable war damage on the battlefield. Because of its inevitable, people simply don't think about it a lot. After throwing it away, just fighting.

Crossing the gap, the breeding wolves walked through the barren and sinister mountains. Luliang Mountain is one of the areas that survived between the cracks. People in the Wu Dynasty did not regard this as an enemy country, but they did not regard the people here as companions. Not many people knew about the matter here. Not many people understood this place. Ecology. If it is not due to the interests, this place in Lvliangshan Qingmu Village, I am afraid that it will not have too much relationship with the outside world from beginning to end, it will exist here, it will be annihilated here until it disappears in countless People's memories...

But even if there is a stake in the present, really understand the people here. Still not much. The small spot on the map on the northwest side of Luliang Mountain is a valley where thousands of people have lived. The valley is rapidly expanding and expanding in a short period of time. All developments are flustered and bloated.

On the market outside the valley, a house and shop are crowded on the rugged mountain. The external collection of Qingmu Village was originally a place for former merchants to settle down or trade with each other. Since Qingmu Village maintained its basic order, it at least guaranteed the safety of most people and quickly expanded. Now the sewage is turbulent and the crowd is crowded. The nearby places are surrounded by mountains and mountains. The crickets and the crickets are here to compete for a place. Such a place is the most peaceful place in the entire Luliang Mountain in the last one or two years.

In the valley on the inside, the inner village that does not allow the average person to enter is much looser than the outer collection, but it is developing rapidly. There are many people who have joined the stockade. This piece is in the valley. Still seemingly busy, a lot of new simple houses, wood and materials in and out of the day. At first glance, there is no rule in the accumulation, but in this development, there is still not much scorpion.

It has never been a place for equality and fairness. The chaos and noisy are mixed with primitive and barbaric atmosphere. People who are absorbed into the mountains and lack of running-in will occasionally hate each other, but power and force have suppressed most of the impulse. The most powerful and ferocious blood bodhisattva of martial arts does not allow blatant guilty existence, and it does not allow people to destroy a few simple mountain rules. Once destroyed, there is no humanized service such as reasoning or enlightenment. Many times, they also There is no such a benevolent opportunity to be driven out of the cottage.

Making a small mistake means that you are **** and make a big mistake, indicating that you are damned.

Cooperating with this high-pressure power is a clear and open approach. The principle of joining the cottage is very simple. As long as you have craftsmanship or hard work, you will be quickly absorbed into Qingmu Village. The scope of craftsmanship includes all aspects. The superb martial arts is of course the most intuitive and simple. Even if you make noodles and pancakes, it doesn't matter. If you have the skills you are good at, you can join.

If there is no craft, there is no martial arts, as long as you understand the rules, willing to suffer, can also be absorbed by the cottage, the rules are very simple, follow the newcomers in the cottage in the most harsh environment for 10 to 15 days, such as running, For example, it is simply standing, desperate, obedient, and not giving up. After being drilled to death, you will be able to join.

These things are not simple. It is not that people from places like Luliangshan will be able to work hard. It’s like a monk who used to take a knife and robbed in the mountains. He is often reluctant to work in the fields. Like the young people who are mixed with the underworld in the modern context, there are of course reasons for environmental reasons, but more, because they are lazy. . Although the fishing door is unstable, it is at least easy and simple. There is no threshold and it is not necessary to work overtime in the factory for 12 hours.

Of course, such people will not be sympathized, they will be abandoned, and then wandering around Luliang, join the other mountains. Then in some cases, I accepted the crush of Qingmu Village, or died due to various things. If in some cases someone must die, in this cruel world, people who are not enterprising are naturally the most legitimate sacrifices.

In fact, in the social structure of the past and the present, people may yearn for the Datong society of freedom and equality, but at the social level, class is not necessarily a matter that needs to be minded. In most cases, a stable social structure does not need to care about whether people are equal, and the best way to be fair is the core that needs to be maintained.

A country or organization can have disparate class differences, but the people at the bottom can read, and those who study can take the examinations, and the imperial examination can become a privileged class. As long as this system works well, the organization can maintain it steadily. The reason for the internal extinction in most countries is that this superior path is gradually stagnation. The privileged class can inherit the long-term and hereditary privilege and begin to monopolize the way to the upper level. When the lower-level wise people become more and more difficult, their dissatisfaction The more you pile up, the more you can only choose to rebel.

As a result, Qingmu Village is constantly expanding, although it has caused various problems, but there has not been a big shock that is really troublesome. In the summer of this year, Tan Hao’s “Zhao Anzhen” was issued, and when he was able to focus his attention on the interests of Lu Liang’s side, what he saw was such a mess to the puzzling stockade.

It is very different from the bustling or unfashionable cities in the south, and it must be different from the barbaric and primitive city of the North. It has developed and lived up because of a pen business. It is full of blood and barbarism. The upper part is controlled by arrogant force. The inside seems to be full of various contradictions and unstable factors, but it is just like this.

"Liang Laozi, I know, you are a smart person. You have been different from people who grew up in the mountains since you were young. You have seen the world. You can take the cottage to this look. How many can Tan Daren’s Zhaoan? Benefits. You must see it..."

cloudy day. A middle-aged man is talking in the small courtyard room on the mountainside of Aoki.

"South of Luliang, what I really want to say is still the site of our family. After the pick-up of Zhao'an, there are not only famous points but also armaments. How much can these benefits be obtained, all about the relationship in Beijing... He knows this time. There are a lot of people in Luliang, they are fascinated. It is nothing more than the business that Qingmuzhai operates at the moment, but you can see the old man... the army, Wu Shengjun, Dong Pang, these people, these soldiers Han is eating people without spitting bones. When they talk about rules, they generally don’t talk about it. When it comes to benefit, it won’t be soft at all. Moreover, the army will not do business, and if your stockade falls. In their hands, that’s really bad...”

"We are a businessman, we don't do anything extra, we can hold a group and make money together. It is just right. And... behind us is the power of Qi, and now several hills in the south are willing to join us. Even if you are in a hurry, and Lu Liang’s business, let’s take things to the north, how much will you earn, and you will count yourself... and ah, how many people can play with Dong Pang, and Wu Shengjun against Taiwan? ......"

The words that are not urgent or slow, the piles have been said. When he finished the matter, there was a coughing sound in the room. For a moment, the coughing sound suddenly increased. The old man lying half in the room seemed to be dying. After coughing for a long time, he just stopped hard. . The voice is weak and hoarse.

"Wh... cough, what's outside, what you said, the old man also thought about it. It's just like the old man said, the things in the stockade... such a big thing, has always been the owner of the village to come up with ideas ...... I am old, my body is not working, my mind... Sometimes I am confused, I think what you said is right, but... I don’t know if I want to pay it back, I don’t know, I’m more, more People discuss, so these things, or ... cough, still have to wait until the owner of the village back, can be fixed, but what you said outside, I think it makes sense, I will tell the owner..."

"Hey, I know that is the case, but ah, Liang Laozi, Lu Zhaizhuo has been out for so long, and there are too many time to wait." That person has a distressed look. "I know that Liang Laozi is your stockade." The main heart of the bones. You know, these things, the vertical and horizontal, the sooner the decision is getting better, the family is waiting for me to reply... Liang Laozi, let’s not circle, you give me a message, you Nod, this thing will be done, okay. Don't be embarrassed about my junior."

"Hey, what is a foreigner's words, old ah... cough, old sorrow, words, words, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

The cough sounded again. After a while, the middle-aged man surnamed Ho was reluctant to leave, and took the class out of the yard, looking gloomy. Looking at the weather like this, the shadows in the bottom of the valley are mixed, and the various arrangements are confusing. During the running of several worn-out children, it is full of excitement.

"His mother, really fight, old things..." He whispered outside, "I still refuse to let go."

Next to the class came over: "Why are you angry with these people outside of the staff? They are all buying and selling..."

"His mother, look at these people." He pointed out the finger below. "You don't know? Everyday food is not enough, a bunch of flowers, thieves, where the bird does not lay eggs." If we didn't give them a way to make money, they are still hungry. Do you know what it is like to be hungry? I let him eat and eat it! I ate a little bit of what we left and took it. Now, I saw several parties coming over to find them, and the owner of the village did not appear... Yes, the people who arrived yesterday, the batch that looks very fierce, what came to the head, I heard it..."

"Not yet, I am asking."

"Go and ask." Then the outsider took a look at the class and looked at the following. "This place is a bird, but if the bird is not in the egg, but if the business falls in my hands, I can turn it over several times. Now I will give a bunch of poor people." Holding, really... go to his mother, see how I can adjust them after the matter is settled, and they are the owner of the village, I also grabbed home to get tired and give it away... go to his mother! Old things..."

He left this side in a low voice and awkwardly. In the courtyard of the courtyard, the old man coughed for a while and drank some throat tea to ease it slightly. He is the old man Liang Bingfu who has been responsible for the Qingmuzhai things all the time, for the sake of Qingmu Village. Bringing big and teaching big red. Nowadays, the old man's body is getting worse, but he still manages most things inside and outside the stockade. After he was sent away, he lay there, wrapped his quilt and closed his eyes for a while. It’s been about half an hour. Suddenly someone came in from the outside. What was said in his ear.

Liang Bingfu opened his eyes. At that moment, his eyes gave a bright look that had not been seen for a long time. It took a while. He held the crutches in one hand and the body got up from the recliner.

The person responsible for taking care of him was a black and thin boy who came over to help him. Liang Bingfu’s movements were twitching, but there was a hard feeling in it. He walked away with a cane and the pace seemed a bit fast. This yard was built this year. There is not much decoration, and the yard itself is not big. A man is approaching: "Grandpa Liang, how come you came out."

Liang Bingfu said: "I pick up people... pick up one!"

The man who seemed to be confused about the convenience, who had come in to ventilate the news, whispered in the past and explained the matter.

With the crutches on the column, the old man walked outside the courtyard door, and the black and thin teenager next to him was still helping him, but he was pushed away with one hand: "You go away." Then I found myself wearing a blanket on my shoulder." Hey, he threw it at the boy: "take it away!"

At this point, he had a crutches with his hands on his knees and struck a few times on the ground. Then he stood there blankly. His face was full of wrinkles and age spots, and his lips were licked, making the lips look thin. A harsh but harsh feeling. The mountain road ahead is still empty. Looking down from the mountainside, the bigger and bigger the stockade is becoming crowded and crowded. In the past two years, it has stopped being hungry.

Many people are already dead...

He is not a talented talent. If he studies, he may not even be a middle-aged man. He was rescued by the red master, and he went to the former mountain village and went to the former stockade. The woman said to him: "Please take care of it here." He still remembers what the woman looked like at the time, although the appearance may already have brain filling, but at that moment he looked more and more clearly, so he lived in Here, holding the stockade, teaching the disciples, so that they can survive. But many people are still dead.

From the clumsiness of the past, to the majesty of this figure, the pressure on him, the heavy responsibility is the responsibility of the mountain. And some people get rid of the backbone because of their responsibilities, and some people get the same powerful power because of their responsibilities.

At the end of the road, it seems that there is a wind blowing. He just went out to pick up the man brought back by the red, but I don’t know why, when standing on the crutches, I suddenly remembered the woman who used to be, when she left the sword and left, many years ago, she left Something, now, these things may be able to go down...

After a few moments, a few figures came from the other side of the road, and the red was still covered with a cloak, but the hair was slightly rolled up by the wind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her face was just a smile on a weekday, but The pace is no longer as heavy as it used to be. The old man can see it at a glance. After all, she has been watching her grow up when she is still a girl.

The scholar who was next to her was also coming towards this side. The old man was walking on the steps of the door with a cane. He turned his head and then looked up at the old man. The look was complicated and calm. Unlike the younger generations, they were not proud. Until they reached him, the scholars bowed their heads and bowed their hands.

This is not like the way a woman sees her father-in-law... The old man is thinking in his heart, but his serious eyes have not changed. After a moment, he asked: "Why are you worshipping me?"

The scholar has got up: "I want to thank you for doing something for you here."

"Yeah." Liang Bingfu nodded, his eyes stopped in the air for a moment, and then he reacted again, sideways and nodded. "Well, come in, you... come in."

He stood with a cane with one hand and turned and walked inside. Red will come over and help him. (To be continued...)

Ps: There may not be tomorrow, because I will get something done, and then I will continue.