The topic seemed to arouse Fang Jie's interest. He bent down and looked at the map carefully.
The shape of Tai Sui is like an irregular square, the south side is slightly wider than the north side. More than half of the border line in the south is the coastline, and the other half is surrounded by the Langru Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles from the north to the south. The border line in the north, the border on the northwest side is also Langru Mountain, and the northeast is bounded by Baishan Mountain.
On the whole, although the Great Sui Dynasty is vast, the difference between the Northwest and other places is too great. You must know that although the Baishan Mountain in the northeast is also cold, there is not a lot of grain harvested every year on the fertile black soil. This is why when Gao Kaitai negotiated with Fang Jie, he wanted Fang Jie to give him all the ways in the Northeast.
Northwest and northeast, horizontally in a line.
Fang Jie didn't know much about geology, and the memory of his previous life didn't help him at all.
"By the way, what does that Han in your tribe do on weekdays?"
Fang Jie asked Wanyan Yunshu.
Wanyan Yunshu thought for a while and said: "This person has a mysterious origin. Father Khan once asked him, and he only said that he came from the Central Plains. Because he didn't want to live in the dirt in the Central Plains, he went to Shiwan Dashan. He said that although the Shiwan Dashan is bitter and cold, it is pure, and the people of our Beiliao tribe are also pure."
Sang Sasha smiled and said: "In this case, there is no way to tell the truth from the fake."
Wanyan Yunshu continued: "On weekdays, he basically teaches my brother knowledge, and my father Khan often asks him some questions. My brother's earliest understanding of the Central Plains is from that person. So my brother is very fond of the Central Plains. Longing for it, he came up with the idea of living in the Central Plains for a while. Father Khan actually agreed to him, and he left with only a few guards. But... my brother seems to have said later... "
Wanyan Yunshu rubbed his head, recalling vigorously. Such details seemed really difficult for such an informal woman like her.
"I remembered, my brother said that the Central Plains he saw seemed a little different from the Central Plains that person said. It was basically the same, but many details were different."
She pouted and said that she had tried her best, and it was very remarkable to be able to remember these things.
Fang Jie couldn't help laughing and said, "Your little head remembers other things, it's good to be able to remember these things."
Wanyan Yunshu pulled Fang Jie's arm and hugged him: "I didn't know you at that time, and I didn't yearn for the Central Plains like my brother did, and I didn't talk to that Mr. Han many times, so naturally I wouldn't remember it. Knowing that I want to know you, I just need to ask him more."
Fang Jie smiled and shook his head: "But that's where the strangeness lies."
He looked at Sang Sasha.
Sang Sasha nodded: "That's right, that's where the strangeness lies... A Han Chinese from the Central Plains to the Hundred Thousand Mountains may not have traveled all over the Central Plains, so he doesn't know much about the customs of various places, and the general things may be wrong. But he himself He will never remember the details of the place where he lives."
Wanyan Yunshu was stunned: "It turns out that Father Khan was wrong... I remember when he mentioned it to Father Khan, Father Khan said that the Central Plains is vast and abundant, and there is no need to go into the details. It turns out that you can be wrong in general, but you can't be wrong in details. too much."
Fang Jie smiled and said: "So, now it looks more and more like what Sa Sa speculated. That person went to your tribe for some purpose. Maybe this purpose is not for your tribe. The Beiliao people live in On the edge of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, no matter whether he wants to enter the mountain or come out of the mountain, your tribe is the best place to stay."
Sang Sasha said: "He must have prepared before he went to your tribe. But he didn't leave the Central Plains to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but came out of it. So the things he prepared were taught to him by others, even his I don't know right or wrong. Perhaps, he has never been to the Central Plains."
Wanyan Yunshu rubbed the corners of his eyebrows: "It's so complicated, I'd better not think about it."
Fang Jie pondered for a while and said: "Now think about it according to your thinking, if he came out of the mountains at that time, and was sent out by someone, and prepared some things specially to deal with the Beiliao tribe, then his purpose is What? Just don't want to lose contact with the outside world?"
"What else can there be?"
Sang Sasha was silent for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "It is extremely difficult to enter the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the Beiliao tribe is the best place to stay. This must be true. What we have always thought before is that the people inside do not want to be isolated , I wanted to know what happened outside, so I sent someone as a sentinel. But I never thought about whether this person settled down in the Beiliao tribe and was waiting to contact someone outside?"
Fang Jie thought for a while and nodded: "It's probably..."
This conversation was just a boring topic for a few people, because it suddenly became interesting, so whether it was Fang Jie, Sang Sasha, or Wanyan Yunshu who used to live in Shiwan Dashan, they didn't continue to speculate in depth. One, these have nothing to do with them. Second, it's pretty good that they can guess these things, because they don't know much.
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northwest
Fan Gucheng
There are only some homeless people living in the city now. Their homes have been destroyed, and they have been avoiding the war since they escaped. Their news is too closed, and they don't know whether the war is over, so they dare not go home. So I can only walk aimlessly like this, like a walking dead.
They huddled in a corner, huddled against each other for warmth.
When Fang Jie returned to Fangu City, he had repaired it, but after a few years, it seemed to have become quite dilapidated again. The laughter and laughter that used to rippling in this city have disappeared without a trace, and now only the children among the refugees are crying because of hunger.
Mr. Jiu, dressed in a moon-white Confucian shirt, walked slowly into Fangu City, and took a look at the dusty and dirty streets. A few refugees curled up under the far corner, and when they saw a stranger coming, they leaned back subconsciously.
Mr. Jiu shook his head, his eyebrows seemed a little bored.
"People should become strong when they go through pain, otherwise the pain they go through is meaningless. Living like these people, the suffering of those few years has completely defeated them. Even if they are sent to a paradise in the future, their spirits will also be destroyed. It’s gone. They will live in painful memories, and when they see people, they will tell people how hard they have lived in the past few years to gain sympathy... There is no meaning for such people to live.”
Following behind him was a child who looked to be only eight or nine years old.
This boy was not beautiful at birth, his face was too long, his nose was too high, his eyelids were thin, his cheekbones were slightly protruding, and there were some freckles on his face. Even a well-fitting clean suit doesn't make him look pretty. His hair was a little yellow and split, and it fell down like a handful of straw.
"Master, you want to tell me not to be afraid of suffering, to regard suffering as an experience to temper oneself, and not to be passive and slack... right?"
"You're really not smart enough."
Mr. Jiu sighed slightly, really speechless about his apprentice's comprehension in these aspects. However, what he valued was not the child's understanding of the world, but another aspect, a very important aspect.
"Master, we haven't been here for a long time, what are we going to get this time?"
the boy asked.
He didn't seem to be able to hear the slight disappointment in his master's tone.
"There's nothing left to take."
Mr. Jiu shook his head: "I have taken away the things that can be used here, and the rest are things that I can't understand. This time, I am not taking anything away, but leaving something behind."
"Leave what?"
the boy asked.
Mr. Jiu sighed heavily this time, because this child is really not smart: "I only brought you here, so naturally I want to keep you."
"oh."
The boy nodded, but didn't ask why this time.
"The rules of our Moon Shadow Hall have never been appointed by the previous Master Jiu as his successor, but whoever is stronger will be Mr. Jiu. But when the rules are established, there will be times when they will be broken. I plan to train you and let you be Mr. Jiu, so you have to work hard, if someone robs you in the future, you have to be able to kill him."
"oh."
The boy let out another oh, but there was still no special reaction.
Mr. Jiu didn't bother to say anything more, and pointed to the refugees who sneaked out their heads to spy on this side: "Kill them all."
"Why?"
"No reason, I let you do this."
The boy was silent for a while, then turned around reluctantly and walked towards the refugees. An hour later, the boy came back, the dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood. Mr. Jiu seemed very dissatisfied with his killing speed. But he admired the youth's lack of hesitation when he killed someone. Those refugees could not escape, because the gate of the city had been blocked by Mr. Jiu's men. But these people didn't kill people, because Mr. Jiu's order was... Let the boy kill everyone.
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Mr. Jiu led the boy through a street and into a dilapidated shop. The wine flag fluttering in the wind at the door of the shop is less than one-fifth of its original size, covered with dirt, and only half of the white cloud can be vaguely seen. Walking into this shop, through the front hall and kitchen, there is a small courtyard behind.
There is a well in the yard. When Fan Gu was still full of people, there was no water from this well, so the simple and honest male owner of this shop always had to carry the burden to the well on the street far away. fetch water. Once, the hostess of this shop accidentally dropped a wooden basin for washing clothes into a dry well. She didn't hear the sound of the wooden basin breaking for a long time, so she sealed up the dry well, but she didn't think much about it. will be so deep.
"Why is there a well built outside? Can't get water out, isn't it suspected?"
the boy asked.
Mr. Jiu shook his head: "The well was drilled later, and it must have been able to produce water at that time. It's just that something happened later, the well collapsed, and the water was cut off. It's just that no one thought that there would be hidden treasures in the collapsed place of the well. So many secrets."
"Master, have you been living in the well before?"
"No."
Mr. Jiu said: "I have been living in this city. I am one of the people in this city, but I am the most inconspicuous one. When it is time for me to go back, I will go down this well. Once this The owner of the shop is a couple, both of them have good cultivation, but they can't notice me. When I have nothing to do, sometimes I sit on the edge of the well and watch the two of them bicker, and it's always the woman Win, but at night, she'll make it up to him in a special way."
"What is special compensation?"
the boy asked.
Mr. Nine smiled, but did not answer.
"I am the most inconspicuous person in Fangu City. Later, the most conspicuous person in Fangu City caused disaster. Fangu City was slaughtered and everyone died. Naturally, I will not be discovered by murderers. I didn't stop it, I just watched quietly, watching those familiar people die one by one."
"Later, the most conspicuous person came back again. It can be said that he returned home... He paid homage to those who died here, and I watched him in the dark."
Mr. Jiu smiled and said: "He is such an idiot, he actually pays homage to a group of dead people. If paying homage to the dead works, then Moon Shadow Hall would have come back out of the rivers and lakes long ago. Because there are too many dead people to pay homage to in Moon Shadow Hall."