Li Xian left, taking the team of monks that Li Ye gave him.
Li Ye didn't have many people for Li Xian, five people were Chu Nanhuai, Su Emei, Wei Xiaozhuang, Li Wenwen, Liu Xiaohei, plus two teenagers, Zhang Changan and Chu Zheng.
In terms of combat power, Chu Nanhuai's master and apprentice are already the top combat power under Li Ye's command, only weaker than King Qi. For Zhang Changan and Chu Zheng, going to Yangguan is purely for experience. If they are alive, they may be used in the future.
"Unexpectedly, Old King An is still alive."
After Li Ye bid Li Xian farewell alone, Sheng Ji came to him and said something with great emotion while there was no one around.
After finishing speaking, before Li Ye could answer, she continued: "Although Chu Nanhuai and the others are extraordinary in strength, they are hard to beat with two fists and four hands. Two and a half boys, that is, the strength of ordinary real people. When it's time for fierce battles, the spiritual energy can't withstand consumption, so you can really rest assured if you throw them to Shazhou?"
Li Ye looked at the sky and said, "Don't worry."
"What backhand did you keep?" Li Maozhen asked strangely. Li Xian, Chu Nanhuai and others were of great significance to Li Ye, and Li Maozhen did not believe that Li Ye would let him live or die.
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Li Ye turned his head and glanced at Li Maozhen, and said with a smile, "You are my backup."
Li Maozhen was slightly taken aback, first her pretty face blushed, and then she made a gesture of spitting, and then she understood what Li Ye meant.
She patted Li Ye on the shoulder, acting as if I am the eldest sister and I am very strong, and said earnestly: "If it really comes to that, you can just rest assured."
Li Ye nodded.
The agreement was reached.
If the situation of Guiyi Army is really critical, Li Ye will go there in person. The burden of commanding and dispatching the frontal battle naturally fell on Li Maozhen's shoulders. She is not a thug, but a qualified commander. Leaving the frontal battlefield to her, Li Ye has nothing to worry about.
Going eastward from Yangguan for 10 or 20 miles, there is a county called Shouchang. Although the city is not big and its residents are only tens of thousands of households, it is the only county in Shazhou, second only to Dunhuang in Shazhou. county.
In the dry loess city, the architectural style is simple, and the adobe houses are connected one after another. The residents wear simple clothes, mostly linen and cloth shirts, and they wear a sheepskin jacket in winter.
Today is a fine weather, the sun is shining brightly, there is no wind blowing sand, there are many people out for activities, more people are basking in the sun in the yard, there are also people coming and going in various simple and narrow shops. guest.
Nangong No.1, who was walking on the street, was still wearing a white crescent robe, with the pattern of Qin Tianjian on his chest. It's just that the wiring has been worn down so badly that it's hard to see its original appearance, and the white robe is almost khaki and dry. Fortunately, the material is good and there are no wrinkles, which can barely set off some of its demeanor.
Rao's clothes are not as gorgeous as they used to be, but Nangong No. 1 still stands out from the crowd when he walks in the crowd. Anyone can see that he is different from ordinary people. Not to mention the robe, but his stubble is cleanly shaved and his hair combed neatly. Even if one sleeve is empty, he still has a romantic air.
If his expression is not so blank, and his eyes are not often wandering.
People walking on the street, no matter they are poor or rich, whether they are successful or humble, all have postures that make them feel comfortable. Compared with these people, Nangong No. 1 seems very uncomfortable and dare not look at others , not daring to walk unhappily, as if the mang was on his back, as if people all over the world looked down on him.
He appears to have no clothes on.
Even though he straightened his waist, raised his chest high, and walked gracefully, his movements revealed stiffness, cowardice, unnaturalness and unconfidence.
On his right hand holding the sword, the knuckles were always pale, because he held the sword tightly.
Only by clenching the sword in his hand can he be a little more stable, but only a little.
Going to the street and facing many people is a very torturous thing for the current Nangong No. 1.
Soon, Nangong first stooped into a small shop.
The shop at the end of the alley really couldn't be called a shop, it was too small, there was only room for one table, and the light was too dim, ordinary people couldn't see much when they came in, it was at best a shack.
It has only one wall, and the other wall is made of dry wood and thatch. The front is empty, and two worn-out cloth curtains are tied together to leave a gap, which can be regarded as a door. Block it with firewood.
Sitting down in this small shop, Nangong No. 1 secretly heaved a long sigh of relief, finally felt a little more at ease, and then said to the people in the shed in as neutral a tone as possible: "You can buy whatever you want."
A shack is divided into two spaces by a simple hearth built with stones and clods. There is a table outside, which is considered a place for guests, and it is a little more spacious. There are all kinds of sundries piled up on both sides of the inside—just some firewood, pots and pans, and the like, and there are no cabinets.
In the innermost, darkest corner was a place no bigger than a kennel, covered with hay and covered with a flimsy, patched quilt.
Behind the stove and in front of the kennel, squatted a girl with withered hair and a small body, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a disheveled face and slightly dark skin, only her cheeks were a little red, because of the cold winter , showing rough chapped skin.
Such a little girl has nothing to do with beauty, that is, she is not ugly.
Seeing that Nangong entered the door first, the little girl's eyes lit up and she stood up quickly. She didn't stand up straight because her head would hit the roof—the roof made of dry wood and thatch.
Hearing Nangong No. 1's words, the little girl responded with a light hello. It turned out to be a pure Guan Zhong accent, and quickly picked up a clean chipped pottery basin from the ground and placed it on the stove.
Because the surface of the stove was uneven, she tried twice before she could control the balance. She bent down and took out a shrunken bag from the corner in front of the stove, and began to pour flour into the basin, with a concentrated expression as if she was counting money. .
The wait was long, but Nangong No. 1 didn't care. He sat in front of the table, put the long sword on the table, and still held it in his hand. Looking sideways at the sunny alley outside, he was so quiet that he even breathed steadily.
Except for the courtyard where he lived, in the entire Shouchang City, this small shop with almost no customers was the only place where Nangong Yi would not feel so uncomfortable. The reason was very simple, because no one came.
Nangong No. 1 is not short of money, but he doesn't know how to cook by himself. He tries once a day, and if he fails, he can only come here obediently. He would not go to other places because there are too many people.
In the past, he was also a person who was very particular about wine and food, but now, no one is fine.
The little girl is neither beautiful nor ugly, Nangong No. 1 is very satisfied. She didn't talk much, Nangong No.1 didn't speak, she definitely wouldn't take the initiative to speak, what Nangong No.1 said, she only answered the simple words that had to be answered, this was what made Nangong No.1 feel most comfortable.
He doesn't want to talk, if he can, he doesn't want to say a word, so he doesn't want others to argue with him. Quietly looking at the street with no view at all, it is best if no one walks by, if someone looks at him, he will feel bored from the bottom of his heart, if he looks at him a few more times, he wants to chop the other person with a sword up.
The food was ready quickly and brought to the table by the little girl.
Two pottery bowls that look miserable, both cracked, but fortunately there are no cracks, very clean, which is very important, one contains mutton, the meat slices are cut evenly, although the size is different, but the thickness is basically the same, and the other contains mutton. There are three flatbreads of the same size, leaning against the edge of the bowl, steaming, very fragrant, the original fragrance of meat and noodles.
Finally, a wine gourd.
The first thing Nangong took was the wine gourd. He uncorked it and poured it into the third bowl. This made Nangong Yi frowned, looked up at the little girl who was holding on to the corner of her clothes, and motioned for the other party to explain with puzzled eyes.
"Old Huang died of illness last night. The price of wine in other places has gone up...the price has gone up. You can only...buy so much." The little girl lowered her head, her face flushed red. , the chapped cheeks seemed to have blood dripping out of the skin.
Nangong nodded for the first time, didn't say anything else, and concentrated on dealing with his own food. Because there is less wine, I can only have one bite of meat, one bite of bread, and one bite of wine. In the past, he always ate his meat for his wine, and his bread for his wine.
Lao Huang's wine shop is a regular place for the little girl to buy wine. The other party takes care of her and the price is cheap. Naturally, shopkeepers in other places will not give her this preferential treatment.
When Nangong Yiyi was eating, the little girl squatted back behind the stove, silently looking at the street outside the curtain, her expression was exactly the same as Nangong Yiyi just now. There are still sparks in the stove, and it is still hot at this time, she can feel some residual warmth by getting closer. When the sparks went out, she could only retreat into the haystack.
In Shouchang City on the edge of the Gobi, dry firewood is not easy to come by, so she must save some.
The sun outside was gone, which meant she couldn't bask in the sun.
Nangong No.1 quickly finished his meal, waved his hand, and motioned for the little girl to come and collect the money.
The little girl's movements were still nimble, but when she received a handful of copper coins, her expression changed, "There are...a lot."
Nangong No.1 picked up the long sword, stood up, and explained: "The extra money is for the wine. When I come next time, the wine gourd will be full."
The little girl took the copper coins and nodded seriously, "I will prepare it in advance."
Nangong No.1 said no more, opened the curtain and walked out of the shack.
He is not short of money, not to mention eating the little girl's food, even if he doesn't eat it, he can still make the other party feel comfortable. However, this little girl who was rescued once by Nangong Yi stubbornly refused to accept the extra money.
A month ago, when the little girl was out of the city to get dry firewood, she was chased all over the ground by wild wolves, and she was about to die. It was Nangong No. 1 who happened to pass by that made her survive.
It was also from then on that Nangong first began to eat here.
If it weren't for Nangong No. 1, the little girl couldn't afford mutton, nor could she afford flour. Her price is very fair, and she only charges a little labor, so she can't eat mutton, and she can have a piece of cake every day to satisfy her hunger, which is not bad.
She expects that if the price is fair, many customers will come to her door. If she works harder, she may be able to eat enough. In two years, she may be able to open a larger shop.
However, her small shop is destined to be supported only by Nangong No.1. Those who can afford to eat outside will not come to her, and the poor who will come here would rather choose to cook by themselves.
The only advantage that the little girl can get from opening a store, because this store is really ugly and has no competitiveness.
Nangong went back and forth for the first time, stood at the door of the store, looked at the little girl who was washing the dishes, pondered for a while and said: "I am short of a cook, why don't you come to my house, I will pay you, and I will pay you." eat."