Shen Yi: "What?"
Gu Yun: "I'm going to Jiangnan."
Shen Yi cried out in pain, "Ouch, my chin hit the back of my instep, but it hurts me to death—are you crazy? The Northwest Guard's head coach has left Jiangnan without permission, are you going to die or rebel!"
Gu Yun replied calmly: "I have brought the sand scorpion's nest today, and it should be peaceful in at least three or five months. With Xuanying's footsteps, I can reach Jiangnan in a day or two. I won't delay for too long. People will come back."
Shen Yi sank into his dantian, and began to brew a long speech, but before he could say it, Gu Yun had already hit him in the stomach with a horizontal elbow.
Shen Yi "Ow" and bent down: "I haven't said anything yet!"
Gu Yun: "Prevent problems before they happen."
That night, Thirteen Xuanqi captured the leader of the sand bandit and his henchmen who had been dealing with them for a long time from the depths of the desert. Gu Yun heard the report and ordered "take it in custody", and then he had to leave that night before he could rest.
The Prince of Loulan, Ban Oduo, had already prepared the wine and food, and was waiting to pick up the wind and dust for Xuan Tie Ying, but when he arrived, he saw Gu Yun put on a black eagle armor with a forehead lawsuit.
Loulan Kingdom is located at the entrance of the ancient Silk Road. They are the sons and daughters of the desert, and they hate the rampant sand bandits very much. Over time, they have become the best guides for the Xuantie Camp to suppress bandits in the desert. The relationship between the two parties is quite friendly.
Loulan people are good at singing and dancing, especially good wine. Men and women are all alcoholics, and princes are alcoholics among alcoholics.
Gu Dashuai's unpredictable tactics or outstanding martial arts didn't touch him, except for Gu Yun's ability to quench his thirst with spirits. Very conscientious.
Banerduo dragged a long note and used a tune similar to singing and traveling in the desert, and asked Gu Yun hummingly: "Master Gu, why are you walking as fast as the clouds in the sky today, you are going to chase a girl like the sunset. ?"
Shen Yi: ""
What kind of girl is the girl like the sunset? Is it red and round
Gu Yun: "I'm going to chop people."
"Oh!" Ban Erduo froze for a moment while holding two jars of wine, and wondered, "Just chopped and chopped again?"
"Don't you eat in the morning?" Gu Yun shouted murderously, "Get out of the way!"
A few black eagles flew by like shadows, their toes tapped lightly, and landed behind Gu Yun. In a blink of an eye, they disappeared like a black whirlwind, leaving only white smoke curling in the air, making an enchanting bend in the air. .
Ban Erduo watched his back, and asked Shen Yi with reverence: "The commander cuts people three times a day?"
Shen Yi waved at him, motioned him to come over, and whispered, "My son was kidnapped."
Banerduo bears his heart: "Oh! That must be a girl who looks like a full moon!"
Shen Yi: "No, he only has the back of his head like a full moon."
Leaving Prince Banerdo to touch the back of his head in confusion, Shen Yi walked back with a lot of thought, and after taking two steps, his expression suddenly changed - sorry, Gu Yun walked in such a hurry, did he bring any medicine
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Jiangnan greeted Gu Yun, who was covered in sand and dust, with a light rain that did not wet his clothes. He rested a little and took people directly to the house of Yao Zhen, the inspector of Yingtian.
According to Gu Yun's identity, he should not have any friendship with the local officials in Jiangnan. There are some old things involved here.
When Gu Yun joined the army to suppress bandits for the first time at the age of fifteen, he rescued several unfortunate people who were kidnapped by the gangsters. Yao Zhen, who was framed and dismissed from office back then, was one of those unfortunate people. Later, Yao Zhen had some tricks. When he was able to recover, he was the inspector of Yingtian at that time, and he was regarded as a gentleman's acquaintance with Lord Gu.
Master Yao was taking a rest that day, and he was still unwilling to get up after sleeping three poles in the sun. He was shocked when he heard the report from the servant.
Yao Zhen: "Who did he say he is?"
The servant said, "He said his surname was Gu, Gu Zixi."
"Gu Zixi," Yao Zhen said sincerely, wiping the mucus from the corner of his eyes, "Gu Zixi, Marquis of Anding? I'm still the first assistant of the court—you can believe this kind of liar, call him out!"
The servant responded with a loud voice and stepped forward.
"Wait!" Yao Zhen sat down with the quilt, thinking for a moment, "Come on, I'll go take a look."
He was blessed to the core, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that such a thing as leaving without permission might really be something Gu Yun could do.
At this time, the monk Zhiran, who happened to be in Yingtian Mansion, didn't know that he was about to suffer a disaster.
This monk is stingy and stingy out of Zen.
He is an eldest son who wants to break a flower in half, can have a broken temple for boarding, never stay in an inn, eat bran and swallow vegetables all day long, and rely on alms for a good meal—commonly known as begging.
He didn't spend it himself, and he definitely didn't allow Chang Geng and the others to spend it. It was difficult for these three and a half teenagers to endure hardships, yet they were able to follow him on a feast of hunger and feast.
Knowing that he walked very casually, sometimes he took Chang Geng and the others along the streets and alleys in the market place, and sometimes he wandered aimlessly along the fields. Ordinary tenant home, catch what is what.
Once I went to a widowed old man's house and saw that he couldn't open the pot. Instead of turning out food, he posted some money instead.
"In the prosperous times of Ankang, there are also deaths from freezing and starvation, and in the prosperous times of turbulence, there are also prosperity and wealth," Luna passed through the market in the small town, and gestured to Chang Geng and the others, "The word 'world' should be divided into two, and 'Tao' is the human heart. The direction, 'world' is a grain of rice under the lights of thousands of homes, and a brick in the city."
Chang Geng: "Master is supposed to be a person who was born in the world. When talking about 'world', he is quite right."
Chang Geng was almost taller than Monk Liran, his voice had completely faded from the youthful Qingyue, he was a little low, and he spoke slowly and steadily, appearing to be very stable.
He has a hobby of quietness. He used to feel uncomfortable when he saw a crowd of people. He always felt inexplicable when dealing with strangers. He didn't know what to say. received.
Thinking about it, it may be because he was determined to break the boat, and some reluctance in the smallest details naturally turned into trivial matters.
He smiled and said calmly: "If a monk doesn't know the world, how can he have the face to claim to be outside the world?"
Knowing that the monk has a very bluffing face, washed clean like an eminent monk from the dust, he hasn't bathed for several days, like an eminent monk who has gone through calamities, his bald head reflects the glorious Buddha's light, and his eyes are always filled with a look of preparedness. The water that saves all living beings - if he were more generous to Brother Kong Fang, Chang Geng and the others would admit that he was a complete monk.
Suddenly, Madam Cao interrupted the senior monk and said in a low voice, "Stop playing the Zen machine, Brother Chang Geng, didn't you notice that many people were watching us?"
The few of them—a monk, a gentle young man, a son of a nouveau riche with a straight chest and a belly, and a little girl who is pretty but can’t tell what’s wrong, are very eye-catching when they walk together. He was used to being watched, and even Chang Geng became less sensitive to passers-by's eyes.
But this time, the onlookers they were met seemed to be a little too much.
When people on the side of the road saw them, they all stopped to examine, not only examining, but also secretly communicating with each other.
Fat Ge murmured, "I always feel like something is going to happen."
Chang Geng: "You are right."
As the tallest of the four, Chang Geng had already crossed the head and saw a notice posted on the tower not far away—the notice was painted with a realistic portrait of a bald-headed monk with beautiful eyebrows. Below it was written: This person is a fake guardian. The eminent monks of the National Temple, who are trapped and abducted, do everything, and are extremely obscene. They are hereby wanted. Anyone who reports the crime will be rewarded with 10 taels of silver.
"Master Mingran," Chang Geng said, "you are worth ten taels of silver."
Master Lingran became a beautiful and lively stone statue of a monk on the spot.
"It must have been my foster father who received Uncle Wang's letter and sent someone to trouble you." Chang Geng glanced at the crowd that began to roll with silver lines, "Sorry, let's go first. Let's go."
Understand and quickly gestured: "Amitabha, Fourth Highness, don't forget the promise in the tea shop."
Then the monk smeared oil under his feet, and Sa Yazi ran away. It was as quiet as a stone statue and moved like a gust of wind.
In the market, the common people who were waiting to capture the 12 taels of silver were shocked when they saw the grass, and they abandoned their restraint one after another.
Fatty Ge: "My dad and the others used to go up the mountain to hunt rabbits that's what they did."
Chang Geng and Cao Niangzi looked at him together.
Fatty Ge: "Holding a stick and screaming, trying to scare the rabbit into a panic, it will slam into the net itself - um, really."
Knowing that the master was more witty than the rabbit, he didn't panic. He had already understood the structure of the town market. He jumped left and right, and the whole person became an afterimage. I don't know how to figure out the route. The people who chased him from all directions became a group, and it was easy to do.
At this time, there was a clamor of "get out of the way" not far away, and when I looked again, a team of officers and soldiers came, thinking that they had received a tip from someone to arrest people.
Chang Geng thought to himself, "Sure enough, Gu Yun found someone to do it."
He was a little comforted and a little uncomfortable.
The comfort is that even though Gu Yun is far away in the northwest, he refuses to let him fend for himself. Although the means are a bit damaged, he still misses him in his heart.
At the same time, he felt that he had been implicated by the master. Besides, that person didn't go back to the Hou's mansion even during the Chinese New Year, so what was he doing with his hands stretched out so long
Madam Cao grabbed his sleeve: "Brother, what should I do?"
Chang Geng came back from the complicated thoughts, pondered for a while, then reached out and reached into his luggage, grabbed a handful of broken silver ingots, looked in the direction, and scattered flowers like a goddess: "I have received the money!"
Fortunately, Master Ran ran away and couldn't take care of it, otherwise he would have grown out of hair in distress—
The man who was chasing the monk was smashed in the head by the broken silver ingot. He was stunned on the spot and could go to pick it up. It was blocked into a ball, and the officers and soldiers were firmly blocked behind, and it was clear that the monk had disappeared.
Chang Geng smiled: "Let's go too."
Said, he took the lead to get out of the gap, and was about to leave this right and wrong place unwittingly, but before he had time to leave, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came to mind from the other side of the narrow street. stuck inside.
Those who come from the busy city on horseback are either looking for trouble or arresting people.
Fatty Ge suggested, "Brother, let's cross the path."
"No," Madam Cao said dully, "let's just be honest."
The sound of the approaching horses' hooves stopped precisely at the entrance of the market, and I saw a few men from the military turned over and dismounted.
Chang Geng was stunned, no one expected that Gu Dashuai came from the northwest to arrest people in person.
Gu Yun had already thought about it on the way here. He would first peel off the skin and cramp, and then take Chang Geng back and give him a beating.
Xiaoshu couldn't be straight if he didn't cultivate, he felt that he was too spoiled with this child before, and what he learned from the late emperor really didn't work, and his father's way of doing things still had to imitate the black-faced old marquis.
But he was full of rage, and the moment he saw Chang Geng, he was suddenly dumbfounded.
Gu Yun was on the horse and almost didn't recognize Chang Geng.
The teenage boy is the same every day. When Yanhui Town, Chang Geng was always under his nose, and his growth was not obvious every day. He could only know that he was growing taller through his short pants. Over the years, the changes accumulated over time in Chang Gung suddenly transformed a young man beyond recognition.
His stature has caught up with the tall Gu Yun, and some thin flesh and bones have grown into an adult appearance at some point. past.
Gu Yun let his horse pace for a while, and thought expressionlessly, "I can't fight."
It's not that he can't be beaten, but since Chang Geng is already a man, if he uses the method of teaching a child to teach him, it will not be a lesson, but a humiliation.
Year after year, for Gu Yun, there is no difference, they are all rushed and meaningless.
At this moment, he suddenly felt the ruthlessness of time with hindsight. .
Gu Yun finally realized that Chang Geng was counting from fifteen to sixteen, and in three or four years, he would move to the Yanbei Palace and leave his wings for protection. What is the concept of three or four years? Maybe it's enough for him to go back to the capital, so is there only "one-sided relationship" between them
After a year, the big-hearted Gu Dashuai finally reacted.
He turned over and dismounted, walked straight to Chang Geng, said with a sullen face, "Follow me."
Chang Geng's eyes were fixed on his face, and he was not willing to move an inch. There was still a shallow scar on Gu Yun's neck. It was only with difficulty that Chang Geng found his own voice: "Foster father, why are you here?"
Gu Yun snorted coldly, and walked out of the market first in silence.
"Speaking is different." He thought sullenly.
The officers and soldiers who came along trotted forward and said to Gu Yun, "Master, the monk ran away, are you still chasing him?"
"Chase," Gu Yun agreed, "the whole city is wanted, even if you jump into the sea, bring it back for me!"
Officer: "Yes!"
Madam Cao tugged at the sleeves of Fatty Ge secretly behind, and Fatty Ge stuck out her tongue, feeling that they were a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and they could not protect themselves.
Chang Geng and the others followed Gu Yun all the way to the residence of Master Yao, Yingtian's inspector. Master Yao was ready to flatter him and brought someone to the door: "His Royal Highness is in the humble house, it's really full of brilliance! , I have prepared wine and food, ready to serve His Royal Highness."
When the voice fell, Gu Yun walked in with a calm face of the King of Hell, and there was a sentence hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows - what kind of wind is coming, he will starve to death.
For a whole night, Gu Yun didn't even think about how to talk to Chang Geng, so he had to drink the Loulan wine he brought with him in his room. After a while, there was a knock on the door.
Gu Yun: "Come in."
Chang Geng gently pushed open the door and walked in: "Foster father."
Gu Yun didn't say a word, and his face was mixed with joy and anger.
Chang Geng closed the door with his hand back and lowered his head slightly, as if staring at Gu Yun for a long time was struggling.
Chang Geng: "Foster father, I miss you very much."
Gu Yun was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "Come here, let me take a look."
Chang Geng walked over obediently, Gu Yun had a strange smell of alcohol on his body, a little sweet, it seemed to be wine from the Western Regions, and on his shoulders was a hard armor of cold iron that would not go away for many years, Chang Geng thought he could restrain himself, but he did not expect high He estimated himself - just like he didn't expect Gu Yun to actually come to Jiangnan to find him in person.
He secretly took a breath, stepped forward without authorization, and hugged Gu Yun.
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