After all, Nanli City was a prefectural city and had a lot of supplies, especially if it only supplied a hundred people. All it took was money to purchase them. After spending fifty taels of silver, we could put together more than a dozen oxcarts.
Along the way out, the sky was wide and the clouds were low. There was farmland on both sides of the road. Some were grains and some were tobacco leaves. In the distance were rolling mountains. They were not dotted with houses. The walls of each house had blue and white plaid patterns, mostly hand-painted by the owner. Pei Ziyun felt refreshed. I remembered many things.
"Oh, it's been two years since I came here in the blink of an eye."
I just woke up thinking about that night of brutal fighting, passing the exam to be a scholar only to hear that Ye Suer had left, getting into a grudge with the Holy Prison Gate, going to the city to take the exam to gain the title of Jie Yuan, and then personally going to ask for canonization, and now I'm here again in Nanli, and I've been here for most of the time. The whole world was full of mixed feelings for a moment, and before I knew it, I had arrived at the entrance of a mountain half a mile away.
But the merchant drove the bullock cart and refused to go any further.
"Sir, it's not that we don't want to go up the mountain, it's just that the mountains are really dangerous. You insist on going, so we have to drive the cattle and horses back." The merchant refused Pei Ziyun's request and refused to go up the mountain.
He Qingqing's face was a little cold as he listened to the merchant's words: "Young master, there is no need to embarrass them. The mountains have long been accustomed to misunderstandings."
After He Qingqing finished speaking, his face turned gloomy. Seeing this scene, Pei Ziyun understood and sighed: "Unload all the goods, you can go back!"
After saying this, the merchant hurriedly said: "Thank you sir, thank you sir."
He hurriedly unloaded the oxen and horses that were carrying the goods, and hurried back without even taking the body of the car. After walking far away, he whispered: "This young man from the mainland is so stupid. How come he has contact with this mountain village, and he is not afraid of being poisoned by this mountain." The poisonous snake ate the insect.”
"Are women attractive? Look at such a charming girl. She might have been poisoned by love. Let's see how long she can survive."
He Qingqing originally had no thoughts, but when he heard the discussion, his expression changed. He pressed the Miao knife and said to Pei Ziyun: "Young Master, these dare to insult you, I will go up and kill them all."
After He Qingqing finished speaking, he was about to go up. Pei Ziyun called the little girl to stop and said, "There is no need to kill these people. I know why."
Pei Ziyun looked at her with soft eyes: "I just heard you say that there is a layout left by my uncle on the mountain. King Nanli has joined forces to attack the stronghold several times, but all failed."
"If that's the case, then use the economy - money, food and grass."
"Not only did the King of Nanli use a political ban, he also spread rumors that the village was poaching people, and there were countless poisonous snakes and poisonous insects. He might have deliberately caused murders and conflicts at first. After a while, everyone naturally believed it, and even normal exchanges and trade were gradually cut off. That’s why copycats are so difficult.”
"From this point of view, the King of Nanli is not considered a mediocre king. It is a pity that the decline of the country is irreversible." Pei Ziyun said: "Although Nanli has died and returned to the greater Xuzhou County, the rumors have become The fact is that without King Nanli, there are still villages with enemies."
"So this dilemma is still difficult to solve."
"I think this donor, Bo, is from some chieftains." Pei Ziyun smiled and frowned, "You are the manager of the village, you should understand this."
After hearing this, He Qingqing suddenly realized and his eyes turned red: "So that's it. In fact, the master of the village left a lot of gold and silver back then, but it was difficult to buy it with money. Even if it was bought, it would be several times more expensive."
"My mother was often sad. When she was dying, she held my hand and said that she was incompetent and had ruined the master's family business. She also said... This is all the young master's property... One day the young master came, how could he treat the young master? The Lord explains…”
"It's because we are incompetent and can't see clearly their tricks."
At this point, He Qingqing burst into tears. Pei Ziyun listened, feeling a little sad in his heart, and waved his hand: "Okay, life is the best thing for a person, let's transport these trucks up first!"
After listening to Pei Ziyun's words, He Qingqing stopped and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. I will call the clan members right away."
He Qingqing put her fingers into her mouth, formed a ring with them, and blew hard, blowing a unique whistle. After just a moment, a big eagle flew down from the mountain. He Qingqing stretched out her hand to catch the big eagle. Touching her head, the eagle also rubbed her.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, take this cloth back and give it to the village." He Qingqing tied a cloth around the eagle's neck and let it fly. The eagle flew towards the sky.
After a while, dozens of figures were seen coming down the mountain, and dozens of people came closer: "Zhao Master, you are finally back. If you don't come back, the mountain will really run out of food."
Pei Ziyun looked at these people. Although there were a dozen or so of these dozens of people, most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled. They were very happy to see the food and looked around.
"You all come, I finally found the young master, come and pay my respects." He Qingqing called to everyone. After hearing this, these people did not react, and then they started talking.
He Qingqing had a cold face and asked them to talk. After a while, a group of people came back and prostrated themselves, knelt down and said, "Meet the young master."
Pei Ziyun felt a little uncomfortable with being called this way, but he said nothing: "Everyone, please get up and let's carry food up the mountain together!"
Only then did these villagers get up and replied: "Thank you, young master."
Those who came forward to pull the carts and those who pushed the carts moved more than ten carts of things toward the mountain, full of laughter and laughter.
When they arrived at the village, there were not many people in the village. Pei Ziyun looked at He Qingqing and asked, "Why are there so few people in the village?"
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, He Qingqing's eyes dimmed: "Over the years, the village has been suppressed, and some people couldn't stand it anymore and ran away."
Seeing these words, Pei Ziyun also sighed. Everyone in the village who didn't go down the mountain gathered around him. There were only a few hundred people in the village, and many of them were very poor.
He Qingqing was talking to an old woman. She was wearing the most complete clothes in the room, and she could still vaguely see her former glory. She had many wrinkles on her face, and asked: "Miss, is this the young master?"
He Qingqing said: "Yes, mother-in-law, I have verified that the young master not only inherited the master's sword skills, but also inherited the master's witchcraft. He will definitely lead us to a bright future."
A group of people in the field cheered. The lord back then led the village to fight in all directions and conquered dozens of villages with great majesty. These honors are still remembered in the memory of the old people and are also conveyed to the young people.
At that moment, a group of people paid homage to the young master and shouted: "Greetings to the young master."
Pei Ziyun raised his hand: "Everyone, get up and distribute the food, cloth, and meat first. These are nothing. There will be more in the future."
After listening to Pei Ziyun's words, everyone cheered. Now they were sharing barbecue, wine, milk fans, and food. Everyone in the venue was happy, singing and dancing. Both men and women gathered around the bonfire, holding hands, singing and dancing.
He Qingqing looked at it and burst into tears. How many years has it been since this happened
Pei Ziyun's face was silent. In fact, although He Qingqing said that those who stayed were the most devout believers, in fact, according to his own point of view, many of them have become numb. The years have long obliterated the piety and enthusiasm of the year. Accepting himself is just inertia, but this It's human nature. Pei Ziyun wouldn't have any objections. He just said to He Qingqing: "Uncle is gone. I want to visit. Please lead me there."
He Qingqing nodded: "Young Master, this is the right thing to do. You come with me."
The core of the cottage is a large courtyard, which gives people the first impression of grandeur, with exquisite brackets, double-layered corners, carved beams and painted pillars, white walls, gray hexagonal bricks, and blue paintings harmoniously blended together.
Entering the main entrance, there are corridors connecting the buildings. The up and down stairs are cleverly arranged for easy communication. The corridors between the courtyards are criss-crossed. There are round window sills at the four corners. The doors and windows are all made of wood carvings. This is a bit grand, but it is obvious that although there are Even after cleaning, the buildings were dilapidated.
"This is the residence of the Lord. When the Young Master comes, we will clean it up." He Qingqing was a little embarrassed: "Now, let's go to the back mountain to visit the Lord's mausoleum."
Nanli City
In a courtyard, I followed Pei Ziyun all the way to Shi Muzhong in Nanli, and listened to the secret report of the chess pieces buried in Nanli.
"Li Xianlian, Taoist, uncle? Mount Lumen?"
"You said the real name of the high priest twenty years ago was Li Xianlian?" Shi Muzhong asked with a frown.
"Yes, not many people know this real name, and Pei Ziyun doesn't seem to know the connection. The person who asked is our boss in the government."
"The boss didn't know it at first, but he found out later after checking it."
Shi Muzhong wandered around, doubting in his heart: "Listening to the information, Lu Menshan is the last remnant of the high priest, but at this moment, what is the relationship between this person and Pei Ziyun? Could it be that he wants to inherit the mantle of rebellion? This is really too much Ridiculous."
"But Pei Zi has come thousands of miles away, so he won't be in a panic looking for trouble. Is it another mysterious variable that I can't see clearly?"
After hesitating for a while, it seemed that he had to investigate the situation on Mount Lumen before proceeding. Shi Muzhong ordered: "Go back and collect information about Mount Lumen for me, and be careful."
"Yes!" This man went out and was surrounded by more than a dozen warriors. He seemed to have a lot of power.
Shi Muzhong opened the communication talisman. The last time he investigated the news was too simple. Mr. Xie had already activated a secret agent, who was said to be from the Songyun Sect.
Opening the communication talisman, light flashed on the talisman, and a man appeared on the opposite side. He could not see clearly with his face covered. Shi Muzhong looked at this man and asked: "Did you know that there are people from Songyun Sect who have gone to Nanli? "
The figure in the talisman thought for a moment: "It's definitely not the case now. Songyun Sect's sphere of influence is not in Nanli at all, not even its tentacles."
"But twenty years ago, there was a Li Xianlian. I heard that he had blood from Nanli or even the Wang family of Nanli. He rebelled and went to Nanli because he couldn't win the title."
"I see, tell me about the recent changes in Songyun Sect." Shi Muzhong lingered for a few steps, feeling that this opportunity should not be wasted, and asked.
Fu Lu communication consumes a lot of money, and the farther away you are, the more expensive it becomes.
"Recently, within the sect, senior brother Song Zhi entered the Lingxi Cave to practice in order to break through the Tianmen. He seems to have a direct fight with Pei Ziyun, and there is also a sect..." The man said one by one.
"Okay, please be careful." Shi Muzhong said with satisfaction.
"It's inevitable. I've been here for all these years and no one has found out. How can I reveal my identity?" After saying this, Fu Lu stopped in response.
Shi Muzhong hesitated for a step and thought: "So there is still such a connection? But the Songyun Sect didn't pursue them back then, let alone now, everyone is dead."
"What is Pei Ziyun doing here? Do you want to confirm this person's life or death? There is no need for Pei Ziyun to come in person. Could it be that he got advice from someone? Is there a hidden treasure?"
Shi Muzhong took a few steps, thinking about the strategy in his mind. After a while, he smiled: "No matter what, you will inherit this little Yuze and make many, many enemies."
"Most people don't want the power of the high priest to come back. Regardless of whether there is treasure or not, if I spread the news, some people will be tempted and suspicious, and I will be able to benefit from it."
(End of chapter)