Chapter 8, Wild Pavilion

However, Jiang Yicao is naturally easygoing and does not pay much attention to such matters. It is just that the sight of endless yellow sand can easily become tiresome. Fortunately, behind the border town, there is a small stream formed by the heavenly water leaking down from the rocky area of Bitter Lake. The scenery by the stream is quite pleasant, and he often takes A Chou for walks by the stream, picking some unknown flowers and grasses to bring back and arrange in the house.

He walked up quickly and said with a smile, "What a surprise to encounter you again."

The two sat facing each other in silence

Qiyun Mountain

Oh? Jiang Yicao was somewhat surprised

I head north, crossing the Bitter Lake

Apart from ironware and fine horses, the Western Mountain produces nothing else. Therefore, to the north of the Qing River, along the essential route from Wangjiang to the Western Mountain—over the Bitter Lake—trade is not bustling, and no human figures can be seen; only a few dilapidated boats are ferrying back and forth, making a creaking sound.

I still cannot understand why you endured for ten years, only to deliberately reveal a trace at this moment. " Kong Youran gazed at the shimmering water in the lake below the pavilion and asked, " Do not say it was a moment of carelessness that allowed others to see your actions; such an excuse will not convince me.

Yes

Jiang Yicao gently wiped the water on his clothes, wondering to himself, when the author wrote this passage back then, he must have felt the same shock and admiration as he did upon reading it now

She would have remained silent, but upon this mention, Jiang Yicao's gaze naturally shifted to her bare feet, which at that moment were already hidden within her shoes, leaving only her delicate, creamy ankles exposed. He couldn't help but silently lament the loss.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yicao said lightly: "I have already understood the intentions of the Empty Divine Officer. But please rest assured, I am inherently lazy and timid as a mouse, and I will not stir up any turmoil in this world."

***

"Sir, is this considered bribery?" a small team leader cautiously asked Jiang Yicao

A Chou sat helplessly on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Jiang Yicao, who was tangled up with the quilt in a chaotic manner, as if she held a deep grudge against the quilt and refused to let go, which made her smile involuntarily. She gently touched the light goose-yellow robe on her body, thinking to herself that Miss Spring Breeze was truly thoughtful, as she had even stuffed her own clothes into the bundle. Just then, the person on the floor paused their snoring and lazily said, "Wearing Spring Breeze's clothes on you gives it a different flavor. When she gets married tomorrow, we will return her a piece."

Jiang Yicao suddenly asked, "I have never heard of such a method of making plum wine in the Central Plains. Could this be a practice from the Western Mountains? But the Western Mountains are desolate and cold, could they also have plum wine?" A Chou was taken aback, thinking that perhaps he had noticed something unusual, but then he heard Jiang Yicao continue, "If you make it but do not drink it, isn't that like playing the qin without a voice?" With a hearty laugh, he took out the wine from under the table, and A Chou did not notice him murmuring behind him, "Of course, it can also be salted first, but..."

Jiang Yicao thought for a moment and replied: "That was a request from someone, helping out a bit."

Jiang Yicao smiled awkwardly at A Chou and, feeling helpless, followed her. However, he heard her softly mutter something. With his abundant internal energy, his hearing was naturally unobstructed, and he clearly caught A Chou's mumble, which made him involuntarily burst into laughter.

In my idle search for old traces, I find it no hindrance to play with a cup.

Border Town

Bitter Lake

Jiang Yicao and the two others were taken aback, thinking to themselves, could this person really be willing to forsake the supreme honor of the Central Plains to venture into those desolate mountains and treacherous waters

Kong Youran suddenly questioned whether what she did today was right or wrong upon hearing his cold voice. She then heard Jiang Yicao say: "You just asked why that incident happened that night; that is a secret."

Goodbye

The subordinates, however, were thinking to themselves, how could it be reasonable to lose half a bag every time?

"That night, did you enter the town?" Jiang Yicao asked for the first time in response to the conversation.

Jiang Yicao held the wine and poured it into the basin, with one hand grasping a handful of green plums, while cheerfully saying: "Indeed, I will also learn the ways of the ancients"

Kong Youran shook his head and said: "The Bitter Lake is still part of the Clear River, and cannot be called a Dead Lake. It is just that the Clear River has changed its course, and in the area of several thousand miles beyond the Heavenly Veins, there is no longer a major water source. The region of Xiliang suffers greatly because of this, which is why people refer to it as the Bitter Lake"

He felt that it was already quite small-minded, yet the guest still appeared inexplicably astonished, exclaiming: "How can this be..."

Jiang Yicao suddenly took a deep breath, his left and right index fingers pressed against each other. After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled helplessly, saying, "After all, I am still young; the restlessness is hard to dissipate." It was unclear how he managed it, but in that brief moment, his expression returned to normal, as if he had just escaped from a terrible nightmare.

It is merely a matter of fate. Jiang Yicao's head lowered even further.

The two had been busy traveling for over ten days, and encountered some interruptions on the Qingjiang River, not having a peaceful sleep at all. At this moment, they finally found a very quiet place, and without carefully inspecting the room, they felt it was extremely beautiful. The two hastily had some dinner, and weariness set in. Jiang Yicao yawned and instructed the waiter to bring a basin of hot water, specifically requesting it to be very hot.

Will the spring breeze go to listen to the storyteller in Ming Alley again at this time? Fu Yan is probably fighting with Du Laosi again... Oh, and that empty and ethereal Kong Youran, the empty great deity! At this moment, a surge of grief and indignation filled his chest, and he raised the bowl with one hand to the sky, murmuring: "You are a good person, I toast you with a bowl of wine, may you cultivate and become an immortal, far away from this rotten world..."

What is the name of this mountain

This person possesses extraordinary talent; if he were to walk the world alone, he would naturally traverse the land with ease and freedom... Jiang Yicao continued to shake his head, "However, beneath this person's wild demeanor, he still harbors many concerns. His foremost thought is for the numerous brothers under his command. Moreover, the location at Hongshi, beneath the celestial vein, is indeed advantageous, nestled against the mountains and by the water. While the terrain is quite favorable for battle, there is a scarcity of food and salt. Observing how that ship was manipulated by the ambitions of the Tower, it is evident that the shortage of salt is a pressing issue."

This lake was originally part of the clear flow of the Qing River, but it is unknown how many years ago, when the earth shook and the mountains trembled, the left and right veins of the heavens suddenly fractured, blocking the river's course. It was only then that the Qing River changed its course southward from Ankang, and this original stretch of river became a dead lake, with the lake water naturally becoming somewhat bitter. Jiang Yicao casually replied, "I have also heard this from others, but I do not know if it is true."

Most of the residents in the town are seasoned veterans who once followed the esteemed Master of the Empire. They settled in Yingxiu Town after becoming disabled due to injuries sustained on the battlefield. Although these soldiers had once fought valiantly under the leadership of the Master against the Western Mountains and repelled the Northern Dan, dominating the world with no one daring to oppose them, more than twenty years have passed since those tumultuous times. The years of farming have left a thick layer of rust on the weapons they once took pride in, dulling the fierce killing intent they once possessed. Moreover, having inhaled too much toxic smoke, they are no match for the well-equipped troops of the capital, who are as fierce as wolves and tigers.

How boring... Jiang Yicao never expected she would resort to such tactics, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, displaying a look of pity for the foolish child who refuses to learn.

"That's quite good. As a girl, of course you should dress like this." Jiang Yicao replied casually while struggling to find a blanket from the wardrobe. After hastily laying it on the floor, she intended to revisit the earlier scene in her dreams. However, A Chou quickly stood up and said, "How can this be? You should be sleeping in the bed..." She thought to herself, isn't it always like that in the stories told by the storyteller in Mingxiang Alley? One must first show some humility, right? But unexpectedly, A Chou quickly stood up and said, "How can this be? You should be sleeping in the bed..." She thought to herself, isn't it always like that in the stories told by the storyteller in Mingxiang Alley? One must first show some humility, right?

Jiang Yicao nodded in agreement, thinking to himself that in the world, among all matters and things, who can truly understand the suffering of others

In the past, one of the two masters of the empire, the great general Shū Wúxì, died of a coughing blood illness in the western camp one month after the master conspired against the emperor. His son, Shū, refused to yield and privately took his father's seal, remaining outside the capital for ten years. If we consider the relationship of your fathers, you two are indeed family friends. Would you be willing to meet with him?

The owner of the small peach orchard in the town has died

Today, the two had a lengthy conversation, and the two answers he most wanted to hear were met with Jiang Yicao's response of merely the word "secret" repeated twice, which inevitably led to some disappointment

In the winter of that year, the snow fell swiftly

A fleeting blush appeared at the corner of A Chou's eyes as he slipped his feet into the slippers and said hesitantly, "I don't know either. I just randomly took a pair of shoes from the cabinet, and who would have thought they would be women's embroidered slippers? They fit me a bit snugly..."

Kong Youran let out a light sigh, enclosing his hands within the black sleeves. "Why must you, my elder brother, keep others at a distance of a thousand miles? I have been facing the wall in Xiling for ten years, and there are still many things I cannot comprehend. I have decided to leave my retreat and head to the wilderness for cultivation. This journey to Qingjiang can certainly be said to have been initiated by the two of you, but it can also be considered a matter of convenience."

Three people ascended the mountain while clearing the grass. Kong Youran allowed Jiang Yicao to enter the pavilion. A Chou seemed to know what the two were about to discuss, standing at a distance outside the pavilion, surprisingly unconcerned.

Kong Youran quietly observed his facial expressions, pondering how someone so young could possess such astonishing mastery of energy cultivation. This inevitably led him to reflect on the legendary figure of the Emperor Master, whom he had never met, and wonder what kind of charisma he must possess.

He used this to signify his intention to leave the temple, easing my heart. He unexpectedly gave me the divine robe, which is officially qualified to be worn by the great deity. As he spoke, he shook his head, saying, "It's all old news, just burn it." He casually threw this object, which symbolizes glory and status, into the flames.

In the heavy snow that envelops the border town, I alone sigh at the fragrance of plum wine

This wine is quite delicate, you should have a bowl as well. He poured half a bowl and presented it in front of A Chou

The position of the military officer is quite minor, being an official of no rank, yet within this city, he has become the leader among the people and is held in high esteem. However, Jiang Yicao does not possess the awareness of being the lord of this place; he spends his days in leisure without any thoughts or concerns. It is unclear why the great commander of the Western Camp, Shu Buqu, seems to have completely forgotten that such a place exists within his jurisdiction, as he has never issued any military orders. Although there is a threat from the Western Mountain Kingdom, that country remains far to the north. Since the two nations reconciled a few years ago, no formidable armies have been seen within a hundred miles outside this city. It is also puzzling why the great commander of the Western Camp, Shu Buqu, appears to have entirely overlooked this place within his domain, as he has never given any military commands. While there is a threat from the Western Mountain Kingdom, it is still located far to the north, and since the two nations reached a new agreement a few years ago, no intimidating troops have been sighted within a hundred miles outside this city. Occasionally, some private salt traders from Wangjiang sneak through at night, and Jiang Yicao turns a blind eye to it.

Jiang Yicao smiled faintly and said: "Divine robe." As he unwrapped the bundle, there appeared a pure white garment, with a striking cold plum blossom embroidered at the collar using soft silver thread

How can one dwell among the clouds

A Chou did not know what he intended to do, but seeing him happy, he could not help but step forward and open his lower garment to assist him.

Ankang City is to the north, and it is certainly much colder than the capital city. A Chou said this while rubbing his hands together, then he shrank back into the quilt, not waiting for him to turn around

Master Zhuo Siming adopted seventeen orphans, none older than eleven or twelve years and none younger than six years, several years ago

Only a pure heart can dwell among the clouds

The esteemed master traveled alone to the Blue Banner Army camp in the Western Mountain Kingdom, eliminating all officers from the rank of self-operated assistant and above, up to the banner leader, totaling three hundred and twenty-four individuals, without exception. The Blue Banner Army refers to the troops that massacred the city of Wenchuan.

Jiang Yicao helplessly said: "I, a mere commoner, have military duties and cannot conveniently listen to the teachings of the divine official..."

Jiang Yicao and the other person were surprised to learn that this seemingly ordinary hill had such a significant background. They couldn't help but feel curious and then thought of Mr. Zhiqiu, who was regarded by the world as a legend, and a strange feeling rose in their hearts. A Chou followed the direction of the ethereal finger and saw what appeared to be a dilapidated pavilion on the mountain, surrounded by scattered little wildflowers.

Jiang Yicao extended his hand to stop, quietly gazing into the empty void. After a long while, he spoke: "The priest once mentioned while observing the water on the boat that it is unknown whether rivers have the awareness of merging into the sea..." He lowered his head and deeply bowed, saying: "In fact, even if such awareness exists, there are always those who love to obstruct the flow of rivers. What can be done about this?"

***

For some unknown reason, A Chou has become less talkative again

Jiang Yicao also stood up and said: "The human heart seeks change, while the world seeks stability. Often, the best change in this world is to remain unchanged."

Silently and quietly, he turned his head and pointed to a small hill by the lakeside, saying: "This hill is called Qiyun. It is said that the esteemed Master Zhiqiu from our temple attained enlightenment here. Why don't we ascend it to enjoy the view of the lake and then engage in a deeper discussion?"

What surprised the two of them was that when the former military officer, whose face was lined with wrinkles and dust, saw the western camp documents and the dispatch order sealed with a large stamp presented by A Chou, he was momentarily so moved that he could not speak. Although for some unknown reason, this old military officer was particularly warm towards the two, once the matter was concluded, he hurriedly took a boat that very night to rush to Ankang City... Jiang Yicao could not help but smile wryly, wondering what kind of place this really was... Although for some unknown reason, this old military officer was particularly warm towards the two, once the matter was concluded, he hurriedly took a boat that very night to rush to Ankang City... Jiang Yicao could not help but smile wryly, wondering what kind of place this really was...

Jiang Yicao said to himself in his heart: "The person at six years old is me!" Suddenly, a surge of anger welled up, feeling that the one who asked the question was truly detestable, wishing he could strike him down with a single blow

The blacksmith Li, who leaned on a cane at the western end of the town, has passed away

A Chou noticed that he had been silent for a long time, sitting beside him and carefully unpacking her bundle, occasionally asking a question. Jiang Yicao responded casually while idly stirring the water with his hand. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he decided to play a prank, scooping up a handful of clear water and splashing it onto her face

I still wanted to ask you a few more questions, but who would have thought you left so quickly that night. If it weren't for rushing through the rain last night, I fear I wouldn't have been able to catch up with you today

The two individuals searched for an inn that appeared to be tidy and then walked inside

At this moment, the two were engaged in lively conversation, completely unaware of their fatigue, which seemed to have been cast aside. Jiang Yicao simply found a candle and lit it, as the oil lamp was too bright to use.

Little did she know, she did not evade either; with a wave of her sleeve, her true energy flowed out seamlessly, returning the clear water to the lake without a single drop missing

Who is it

State clearly

Jiang Yicao raised his head, seemingly aware of what this high-ranking official was about to ask, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes

( The first volume ends. Additionally: this little tune should be sung in Sichuan dialect )

Jiang Yicao took it, lifted a corner of the bundle, glanced at the items inside, and suddenly smiled knowingly, saying: "All are those who have abandoned the world. Please feel free to ask, esteemed divine official."

Jiang Yicao smiled faintly upon hearing this: "In this world, apart from you, I do not wish for anyone else to know me."

The emptiness and tranquility deeply understand that this person must be in great pain. However, if one does not provoke him in this manner to observe his reaction, how can one be certain that this raging river of anger will not suddenly change its mind in the future, refusing to flow into the sea, but instead flooding the wilderness? Thus, one can only force oneself to use words as a blade, ruthlessly stripping away the scars that this young man has carefully protected for ten years.

Outside Ankang City, the Qingjiang River flows quietly southward as it has for a thousand years, winding along the uniquely beautiful Shipaishan Mountain. The green water encircles the city, cradling the lush greenery of Shipaishan in the distance, resembling a fan with a bamboo frame and a gray silk surface, adorned with a design of swaying bamboo in a sudden gust. For decades, the handle of this fan has been firmly held in the hands of a father and son from the Shu family in the city.

"I remember," Jiang Yicao replied lightly, but his thoughts had already returned to that night ten years ago, when flames filled the sky, arrows flew in all directions, and the toxic smoke, carried by the usually gentle easterly wind, slowly yet lethally enveloped the entire town. The townspeople fled in all directions, only to be met with a volley of arrows as they reached the town's entrance.

With nothing to do in the city, the two of them settled in the house, lit a charcoal fire, and sat around the stove. Jiang Yicao suddenly remembered the gift that Kong Youran had given him before heading to the wilderness that day, so he took it out. A Chou, seeing him pull out a soft little package, couldn't help but ask curiously: "What is this?"

Ah Chou wore a troubled expression, yet he could not dampen the other's spirits, so he had no choice but to pick up the bowl and listen to his toast: "With this beautiful lady's personally brewed plum wine, I offer the following wishes: First, may we live forever." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then said earnestly: "Second, may the world be at peace."

Jiang Yicao should not respond

In the spring of next year, the wind will be strong

So-and-so has died again

Jiang Yicao clutched the quilt, a wave of drowsiness washing over him, his eyelids unwilling to part from each other. Yet, his mind was exceptionally clear, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, he caught a glimpse of the brocade couch, where long, flowing hair was scattered outside the embroidered quilt. He gazed quietly, unable to suppress a sigh of regret that arose in his heart.

Farewell

The two of them are merely master and servant, yet how could Jiang Yicao be willing to end up in such a situation today—unlike the circumstances of the young daughters in ordinary families, how could it be like that of A Chou

Before Jiang Yicao could speak, the boss had already let out a long exclamation: "Alright... the two gentlemen are being gracious, Xiao Si, please show the two guests to Room 2 in the west courtyard." It was unclear where a young servant had suddenly appeared from, as he was both leading the way while clapping his hands and greeting them with a smile, exuding an air of cleverness.

Jiang Yicao was taken aback and asked, "Can you make wine?"

He was rambling incoherently when he suddenly heard a melodious song coming from beside him. It turned out that A Chou was also somewhat intoxicated at that moment, his face already flushed with a rosy hue, and his spirits gradually lifted as he hummed a nameless tune intermittently.

If every day one desires a flower-like woman to conceal her face, don male attire, and accompany oneself on a thousand-mile journey, just as the spring flowers are about to bloom, yet she must remain vigilant day and night for one's sake, forsaking the joys of embroidery and butterfly chasing in her boudoir, how could Jiang Yicao bear such a thing

Jiang Yicao closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "It is quite understandable that the temple does not intervene in the grievances between the Red Stone and the court. But why, back then, did it insist on pursuing the eldest so relentlessly, chasing him for thousands of miles, until two priests fell victim to his blade, and only when the Empress Dowager intervened did it finally relent?"

***

After much difficulty, they found a boatman at the ferry heading to the border town at the end of Bitter Lake. Naturally, the two of them were unwilling to miss this opportunity, so they paid the fare and sat down on the wooden planks, listening to the sound of the long oars striking the water as they made their way to their place of employment

"The common path in this life is certainly without regret, yet upon careful reflection, I am filled with remorse." Who said this? "He stood by the window, deep in thought."

Jiang Yicao sighed: "On this night, Wenchuan has met with disaster." They were referring to a historical event from that year, when the elders of the Xishan Kingdom took advantage of His Majesty the Emperor's absence from the capital. In retaliation for the humiliation suffered when Zhuo Siming led the Wangjiang militia to drive out the Xishan forces, they secretly ordered the Blue Flag Army to march south, crossing Kuhu, directly attacking Wangjiang, and entering Wenchuan to massacre the city, resulting in heavy casualties.

A Chou stood in the rain, feeling utterly bored, occasionally tugging at the cuff of his left sleeve. As he gazed at the rootless water falling from the sky, he couldn't help but recall the day he first met Jiang Yicao, a smile unconsciously curling at the corners of his mouth, warming his heart. However, he had been wearing a bamboo hat, which caused the passersby on the street to avoid him, not noticing this slender youth standing curiously in front of the Ankang General's residence behind the Dingxi Camp, indifferent to the torrential rain, with a smile on his face.

Is there only one room?" Jiang Yicao asked in surprise

Jiang Yicao chuckled and said: "It should be this way, it should be this way. But you have yet to respond to my words."

Who pays attention to how many parting souls are beneath the flowing clouds? The fireworks are lonely on the white apple islet

The person who has arrived is Jiang Yicao. It is unknown why he has brought the recommendation letters and travel permits secretly obtained from Mo Ji into the Dingxi camp, and where he intends to go next

It must be June in Middle-earth by now, right? Jiang Yicao, feeling increasingly intoxicated, found himself in a state of blissful oblivion, murmuring to himself.

Jiang Yicao, seeing that the matter had been made clear, could not help but chuckle and said: "Why must the High Priest make things difficult for us, the wandering souls?"

As Jiang Yicao turned to leave, he suddenly heard a faint sigh from behind him: "The troops of the capital that launched a night raid on Yingxiu Town were later organized into the Wangjiang Yellow Battalion. A lone army was ordered to attack the wilderness, advancing four hundred miles, with all supplies cut off. Over twenty thousand men of the entire army did not return home, dying in a foreign land." Jiang Yicao thought to himself that the court could issue such absurd military orders to silence witnesses, and he couldn't help but smile wryly as he replied, "It is still fate..." He then stepped out of the pavilion.

Jiang Yicao thought to himself that this girl had learned her craft from an old man in the mountains during her youth, and after mastering it, she came down the mountain to follow him. He was quite curious, as he had no idea she possessed such skills

The atmosphere was quiet yet relentless, and the inquiry continued: "The Director of the National History Museum, along with Shu Wuxi, was known as one of the 'Twin Chopsticks' of the Imperial Master, Xiao Liang. He was the first to expose the Imperial Master's conspiracy, prompting the court to gather the strength of the entire nation to bloodily cleanse Yingxiu. Afterward, he secluded himself in Wenwu Alley, indifferent to political affairs..."

Some time has passed again

Although I vaguely suspected that the high-ranking priest who had concealed himself in the thatched cottage for ten years was coming down the mountain this time, likely for my sake, I subconsciously wanted to rid myself of this ominous conjecture and comforted myself by saying it was merely an interlude. Yet, just like the strings plucked by a musician's fingers, the melody continued to echo, leaving a lingering aftertaste. Jiang Yicao, though quite annoyed to hear this so-called interlude again, could not help but be unexpectedly struck by the sight of the figure standing by the lakeside on Baishi Road, the person in black who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

Do you not think that our two mentors killed too many people in their early years, thus offending the heavens? Otherwise, why would the gentleman meet such a fate? And why does your old man hide in that snow-covered Little Dongshan, refusing to come out even in death?

Jiang Yicao was taken aback, realizing that this person was so persistent, he was certain that this individual must know his identity, yet he did not know how he had come to that knowledge. However, A Chou paid no attention to this person, merely nodded towards the revered Grand Official whom everyone in the world feared, and then quickly pulled Jiang Yicao's sleeve to move forward.

Jiang Yicao seemed to have completely recovered, and with a smile said: "I have no sword on me, so from where would I draw a sword?"

Jiang Yicao now recalls the scene from that night, and his fingers still turn cold

I was notified by the official Feige of the Tang Hall of the Supervisory Court.

A Chou turned sideways towards the inner room, not bothering to turn his head, and muttered under the covers: "You have been so cautious these past few years, yet I wonder how you suddenly changed your demeanor in these last two months. Aren't you afraid of your identity being discovered?" After a pause, he turned around, his eyes shifting, and asked: "Even if what you say is true, the two officials from the Inspection Court are naturally survivalists. But on that day on the boat, when you made your move, didn't Kong Youyan notice any flaws?"

On this day, he and A Chou strolled by the creek again, but behind the mountain, they discovered a grove of plum trees, laden with green fruit. Jiang Yicao had a natural fondness for wine, but in the past, he had been strictly controlled while with his younger sister. Now, being at the border, he naturally sought out the taverns in the city to drink to his heart's content. However, he found the strong liquor too harsh, and could not quite enjoy it as he wished, which made him long for the fragrant snow wine he had drunk years ago near Gaotang. With this thought, he was already extremely thirsty, and at that moment, he suddenly saw the green plums. His mind shifted, and he couldn't help but feel delighted, eagerly rushing forward to gather them.

The room was filled with a warm fragrance, and against the wall stood a dressing table, beside which hung a painting of a lady. The painting depicted several women, and a row of low chairs surrounded a brocade couch, which was adorned with a cotton cushion. On the brocade couch sat a young girl, dressed in a pale yellow robe and small trousers, her hair styled in two buns, as if she had just bathed. She bore a hint of weariness on her face, and her bare feet, unadorned by socks, rested in a pair of embroidered slippers, presenting a scene of beauty that was truly unparalleled in my life.

The imperial teacher has arrived at the capital of the Western Mountain Kingdom, and within a day, he annihilated the council of elders, resulting in the death of twenty-seven elders

Kong Youran, upon hearing these words, also felt a sense of tranquility, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, and he gently said: "I am not one to build dams, but rather one who dredges rivers. Brother Jiang, you are overthinking it." With his esteemed position as a high-ranking official, how many in this world are worthy of being addressed as 'brother' by him!

A Chou, feeling helpless, smiled faintly and approached to stop him, instructing the soldiers outside the door: "Make some plum wine, this wine is not suitable, go find the owner and exchange it for some rice wine."

The author of this historical narrative is none other than the elderly man who now spends his days basking in the sun in Wenwu Alley

"Having suffered such harm and humiliation, why not draw the sword to swiftly settle the grievances?"

Returning to that small town, Jiang Yicao immediately instructed his subordinates to fetch some wine from the tavern. It was rare for the master to issue orders, so his subordinates did not dare to be negligent and energetically went to a small tavern in the town to buy and press some wine.

Xiao Si'er took the coin, feeling somewhat bewildered, and thought to himself, could this person be out of his mind? He deliberately walked slowly, only to hear a sound of water coming from inside the room. After quite some time, he saw Jiang Yicao walk out of the room, turning around steadily with his back to the door. After a while longer, he heard someone inside gently say: "Alright, come in now"

Kong Youran smiled upon hearing this, stood up, and said: "This is indeed very good, but the human heart is prone to restlessness..." His words were left unfinished

"A single blade of grass can disrupt the world... a single blade of grass can disrupt the world..." He muttered this ominous phrase somewhat absentmindedly, silently praying in his heart. His expression returned to calm, his gaze serene, and he smiled, saying: "These matters are no longer within my concern from now on"

Jiang Yicao looked up at the few lonely stars in the night sky and the delicate, solitary crescent moon, reflecting on his actions over the past decade. He often pondered how one should conduct oneself in life, believing that to be able to look up at the heavens and down at the earth without regret, and to laugh while traversing the mundane world without burden, was the ultimate achievement. Yet, he could not help but feel a deep sense of unease when he occasionally thought of the souls of friends and foes in Yingxiu Town, as well as the bear-like Liang who wore a tattered cotton coat year-round to conceal the cold hatred within.

Zhuo Siming

Jiang Yicao was just about to strive for more when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. Turning around, he saw A Chou calmly saying: "It doesn't matter, one room is enough."

At this moment, A Chou was still reminiscing about the sweet memories of their first encounter a few years ago. Suddenly, she saw him come out, and for a moment, she was at a loss, staring blankly. She raised her hand to brush off some raindrops from his hair and gently said, "What are you still standing there for? Are we going to the military post or the inn?"

The young attendant was the same child who had been replaced by the fourth boy. Today, he was exceedingly attentive, yet received no reward, which left him feeling somewhat annoyed. Hearing the guest complain again, he thought to himself: "Where did this bumpkin come from? He can afford to stay in the west courtyard, yet is so stingy that he won't even spend a couple of copper coins to take a bath, only knowing to soak his feet to relieve fatigue. He even made me light that calming incense for free." With such thoughts in mind, he simply brought in a basin of boiling water that had just been prepared. To his surprise, Jiang Yicao tested the water temperature, gasped in delight, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, even slipping a copper coin into his hand.

That old man on the mountain should be the cousin of Feng San, right?" He casually asked as he pinched the candle wick a bit shorter.

A Chou smiled upon hearing this, walked to the table and extinguished the flame, then covered half of the incense burner’s vent with a small copper piece, fearing that the calming incense, if burned for too long, would cause one to fall into a deep sleep. He then checked the door latch and secured the window shutter before finally feeling at ease and going to bed.

Jiang Yicao turned around and entered the house, casually securing the door latch. When he glanced back, he was momentarily taken aback.

Kong Youran looked at Jiang Yicao, who was casually responding, and couldn't help but feel a softness in his heart. He was inclined to refrain from further inquiries, but this person was inherently kind-hearted and could not bear to see others suffer. If he could not obtain a definite assurance from Jiang Yicao at this moment, it would be difficult for him to find peace while enduring the hardships of training in the wilderness.

Jiang Yicao remained silent

What was the era name of Emperor Mingzong?

Everyone is dead

On that day, she watched him walk on water, recklessly pointing at the madman San Shao, fully aware that this person had reached the pinnacle of his skills within the temple. She was uncertain whether her exquisite sword could contend with him, but the life and safety of the young master were of utmost importance. Noticing the scattered white stones by the roadside, and with few passersby under the blazing sun, she thought to herself, isn't this the perfect opportunity to take action? As this thought arose, her hand instinctively moved to the short sword at her waist, remaining silent, her veil fluttering lightly, the intent of the sword beginning to manifest.

Acheron said: "With a single stroke of the azure blade, the eight thousand disciples of the red stone are surprisingly disregarded?"

Jiang Yicao smiled and said, "This is still a secret"

Jiang Yicao has held the position of the Border Town Military Officer for over a month. When the two arrived, the transfer of military authority and treasury was carried out remarkably swiftly, as the garrison soldiers were gathered in one place, numbering only a few dozen. The treasury contained about ten long rifles, along with some temporarily polished, glistening thin blades that rustled in the wind.

Uncle He from the Doufang has passed away

A person poked their head out from the entrance of the Da Shuai Mansion, looked up at the continuous and unbroken strands of rain in the sky, and suddenly leaped into the umbrella with urgency, smiling as they said: "The book recommendation and the travel permit have been submitted, and the new travel permit has been exchanged. " Then, glancing at the weather, they added, "However, it is already getting late, and with such heavy rain, we may have to stay in Ankang City for the night."

"Why? What happened in Yingxiu ten years ago, and what was the reason for it?" He seemed to recall that ten years ago, he had just turned twenty, and he encountered such a tragic event in the world, his voice trembling slightly.

Indeed, at that time, the Emperor of the Western Mountains was hunting in the northern region. Upon receiving the news, he hurried back immediately, but he was still a step too late. Perhaps feeling that he had somewhat undermined the dignity of the Jiang family by using his true energy to fend off the splashes of water, A Chou answered earnestly.

"You have too many secrets..." He gazed at the reflection of the boat in the lake and said softly, "I believe you have no thoughts of chaos in this world, but why did you request the position of the military officer at the border city from Shu Buqu? Do you not know that place is a crucial route for the smuggling of salt from Wangjiang to the Xishan Kingdom? And why are you so close with that Young Master Mo from the Inspection Bureau? Do you not know that man's father was the commander during the incident in Yingxiu one night?"

Jiang Yicao sat down on the ground, watching a faint candlelight gently fall within the room, illuminating A Chou's face, and he couldn't help but be captivated. A few calls of night birds came from the courtyard, startling him awake. With a flick of his fingertip, the candle flame on the table instantly transformed into a wisp of blue smoke, curling and dispersing.

A Chou, upon hearing this, felt a surge of anger: "I have already said that he is my master, you should show some respect."

I traveled southwest, crossed the Wangjiang River, and arrived at the wilderness

He was about to vent these words that he could not share with anyone on ordinary days, but after a long time, he had not heard a sound. Glancing over, he saw that A Chou had already fallen into a deep sleep. Jiang Yicao looked at the slight upward curve of her lips, her face adorned with a hint of a smile, and her small hands tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, full of childlike demeanor, unable to help but smile faintly, ... thinking perhaps she was listening to the long-winded storytelling of the storyteller in the bright alley in her dreams ...

A small earthen town located ten miles beneath the Hanging Stone of Lake of Sorrow, at the far west of Middle-earth. In fact, it is not quite appropriate to call it a town, as there are no city walls, and only a few hundred people reside within it; referring to it as a small settlement would be more fitting.

This Bitter Lake was originally a section of the ancient Qingjiang River, which, after being obstructed by the Giant Mountain, became the largest lake in Xisai. This expanse of calm lake is elongated in shape, resembling the waist of a beautiful woman. The lake's emerald waves stretch for miles, seemingly boundless, with a few local fishing boats gliding along the shore. The towering cliffs on both sides rise into the clouds, creating an exceptionally beautiful landscape. Jiang Yicao reclined in the boat, watching a waterbird call softly before disappearing into the forest. As his gaze wandered, he felt that the scenery on the shore was not inferior to that of the lake—layer upon layer of forest untouched by frost, and countless haystacks from the previous year beside the small paths in the woods, exuding a rural charm.

It has been six years, that is, ten years ago, when the Beijing troops directly attacked Yingxiu, resulting in the death of all 1,427 people in the entire town, do you remember? The unexpectedly haunting question at this moment carried a sense of sorrow

He turned to look at A Chou, who had already drunk half of his wine and was gazing at him with a furrowed brow. Suddenly, he felt a tremor in his heart and paused before saying: "This third wish... this third wish, I have not yet thought it through..."

It is well known that salt traders are fierce, and the soldiers under their command, receiving their military pay, naturally enjoy a carefree life. After some time, however, it was discovered that every night when the salt traders passed through the city, there would always be half a bag of salt placed in front of the military storage the following morning

... ... also perished in their service. Some were dismembered, some burned to death, and some were pierced by dozens of arrows. Do you remember?

A pair of small hands reached out from behind to drape the outer garment over him

Jiang Yicao glanced at Kong Youran and淡淡 said: "Between existence and non-existence, there is originally no difference." Such a response is indeed somewhat ambiguous.

The next question of Kong Youran pulled Jiang Yicao back from that unbearable night

Jiang Yicao smiled and said: "The High Priest, with a heart for the world, should not entice others into sin with words."

Kong Youran stood atop Qiyun Mountain, gazing southward. All he could see were the towering mountains, and beyond them lay the renowned Wangjiang County, which had echoed with tumultuous sounds over the years. He was well aware that the prince residing there was likely to be even more troublesome than Jiang Yicao, which filled him with concern. With a respectful demeanor, he clasped his hands together and bowed towards the four directions, sincerely stating: "May the divine power unite with the strength of the four corners to help me dispel the malevolence in this world and ensure peace for all people"

In the following days, A Chou became as busy as a farmer. She first washed and cleaned the green plums, then wrapped them in a piece of plain cloth. After the moisture had dried, she placed them under the sun to dry. However, this place is located in the north, and the climate is quite cold, so it took several days for them to dry completely. She then found a ceramic jar, poured in the green plums along with rice wine, and added some rock sugar before sealing the jar tightly.

In a state of chaotic sounds, shadows, and thoughts... He was lost in his thoughts, gradually falling asleep

Turning her head, she saw A Chou looking at her with a beaming smile.

I am a timid person; upon hearing the flames illuminating the sky in the town and the sounds of killing all around, I was so frightened that my legs went weak, and I did not dare to..." Kong Youran replied with a bitter smile.

After countless calls from Jiang Yicao, it was only after an unknown number of days that A Chou finally opened the ceramic jar

Setting out from Ankang, after several days of traveling westward, I arrived at the place where the Ku Lake merges into the Qing River. Here, the river flows more gently, and the water's surface is like a mirror. Two people walked along the bank, and all around was lush and verdant, with dense trees and green mountains reflecting in the water, resembling a fairyland, which naturally lightened our steps.

One can discern this by observing the era names of these two dynasties. Jiang Yicao replied lightly.

The ceasefire between Xishan and the Central Plains has long been established, and the salt and iron trade is also unrestricted. However, everything is monopolized by the court, which boils sea salt in the Eastern Capital and then transports it thousands of miles to the westernmost part of the land. This operation is time-consuming and incurs significant losses, with Xishan's annual expenses being quite considerable. In fact, within the Central Plains, the closest region to Xishan, Wangjiang County, also produces well salt. However, since that prince took control of Wangjiang, the court has prohibited the exchange of salt horses between Wangjiang and Xishan, ostensibly to facilitate the control of salt exports to coerce Xishan. In reality, it is due to the fear that the prince and Xishan's salt horses would exchange goods, thereby increasing their strength and destabilizing the foundation of the court.

On the second day, heavy snow fell, and the distant peaks were already capped with white.

Ah Chou was about to speak, but upon seeing the strange expression on Jiang Yicao's face, he couldn't help but lower his head and let out a soft sigh, watching as the white divine robe gradually turned to ashes amidst the flames.

Remember. Jiang Yicao remained unperturbed.

Middle-earth

Kong Youran waved his hand and said: "If the court does not want it, then so be it. The people of the world are all biased and gullible, utterly foolish. Just look at the spittle on the black pillars in the capital, and you will understand. What does it matter to the common people of the world?"

What was the era name of Emperor Jingzong?

Jiang Yicao was rarely able to hear such gentle words, and suddenly realized that the woman was looking at him with a pair of clear and bright eyes through the light gauze, which made him feel flustered for a moment. He stammered, "Anywhere is fine." Suddenly thinking of the heavy rain making travel difficult, and considering that A Chou was after all a girl, he hurriedly added, "The inn is more comfortable, it's better to go to the inn. You haven't had a chance to warm up for a long time."

Final Chapter, Plum Wine

As Jiang and Yi Cao arrived in this city, the sky began to drizzle once again, dampening their enthusiasm for proceeding. The raindrops, resembling pills, struck the oiled umbrella one by one, creating a series of sharp sounds. The round droplets, upon hitting the ground, instantly burst into clusters of indistinct splashes. This place is somewhat to the north, and the early spring sunlight is already unable to dispel the lingering chill; at this moment, with dark clouds overhead and rain soaking their clothes, the coldness is even more pronounced.

The only comfort Jiang Yicao felt was that the gentleman passed away before the court's siege, and did not witness the destruction of Yingxiu Town, which he regarded as a paradise on earth. Moreover, he, who had always cherished cleanliness, remained unwrinkled in his clothing until his death in battle, and his graying hair was still tightly bound. It seemed as if he had gathered the strength of all the world's masters, and not a single hair on him could be moved, as if to tell the world: Master of the Empire, Zhuo Siming, if there is a battle, there is no way to lose; it is merely the knife that comes from behind by a friend that can truly inflict harm.

What is the name of this country

Before long, the officials and soldiers launched an attack and broke in

That is good. Jiang Yicao said coldly: "You have successfully provoked my hatred. If you also enter the town, perhaps I will be unable to restrain myself from taking action against you"

Jiang Yicao found it quite rare to hear her speak so much, and he was extremely pleased by her sweet and crisp voice. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Whether it is Tang Fengbin or Kong Youran, once we leave tomorrow, the sky will be vast and the sea wide, and no one will be able to find us." He was holding a recommendation letter provided by Mo Ji. If the court were to investigate this matter in the future, it would be hard to claim that there were no traces to follow, yet he did not understand why he was so confident that he could erase the traces behind him.

A Chou said: "If it were not for Mr. Zhuo's decisive actions back then, the Central Plains court, in order to quell the people's anger, would surely have mobilized a large army. Just think about it, how many lives would have been lost then?" Suddenly, Ding settled and remarked: "If those two were born with a demonic nature, they would likely possess a divine-like demonic nature as well."

He ... . ... After drinking a pot of wine sent by a lifelong friend on the eve, he faced the masters who came at him like the tides of the Sanhe River, and he also died

***

"Perhaps it belongs to someone else who dropped it. Keep it safe and return it to them later," Jiang Yicao replied with a smile

This line is indeed my last days in Middle-earth, but if there are some questions that I cannot ask you in person, it is truly difficult for me to feel at ease

The seemingly endless death, although it filled these more than ten children with inexplicable terror, did not prompt anyone to think of escaping; they all hurried back to the courtyard of Yingxiu from their respective play areas. However, no one anticipated that what awaited them was the body of the esteemed teacher, who had saved their lives, taken them in, taught them to read and write, and shared laughter and meals with them, now sitting in a chair with a chilling smile on his face.

Jiang Yicao, however, paid her no mind, kicked off his boots, turned over, and in the blink of an eye, he was already snoring.

In the stillness, one remains indifferent, closing their eyes and asking: "The venerable elder of three dynasties, a renowned minister of his time, met an untimely death, and after his passing, he is subjected to the scorn of the world. Are you truly content with this?"

"Having never seen the true form of the Vermilion Bird, you must have heard the chirping of the sparrows in the forest, right?" said A Chou

At that time, when the Western Mountain Elders dispatched troops to attack Wangjiang, it should have been along this route, right

A Chou glanced at him, only to find him staring intently at the surface of the lake, as if lost in thought.

A Chou was startled awake by the sound, and her first reaction was to reach for the short sword under her pillow. When she saw that it was him standing by the window, she was momentarily taken aback and remained silent, quietly observing his not-so-broad silhouette. She understood well that although this person appeared lazy and playful on the surface, he actually harbored great suffering and deep-seated frustrations within. For reasons unknown, over the past few years, she had developed a sense of pity for him. Now, following him, it could be said that it was not merely a matter of obeying her master's orders, but rather that she truly could not bear to see him drifting alone in this world.

Jiang Yicao apologetically said, "I didn't mean to wake you up after all." Seeing the dark sword hilt beneath her pillow, he couldn't help but shake his head and gently said, "You can sleep peacefully tonight; no one will come."

Shaoming

Between the brows and eyes, there naturally emanates a sense of sanctity, as the black robe dances wildly in the wind, gently dispersing and lingering amidst the wildflowers outside the pavilion, refusing to fade away.

The conversation was not yet finished, and a quiet voice interrupted: "Ah... if that is the case, may I walk with you? Whenever you have time, I will ask again."

He did not engage with Kong Youran's words, referring to himself as a dead man, which left Kong Youran at a loss for words. He then said: "If the great divine official truly governs the world with such gentleness as rumored, why must he force the dust-covered blade to be unsheathed?" He spoke this sentence while staring into Kong Youran's eyes, each word articulated with a chilling edge, reminiscent of a sharp blade cutting through the wind

The green plums simmer in the pot, what is there to be sad about?

It is well known that the Imperial Master Zhuo Siming conspired to assassinate the late Emperor ten years ago; is there any truth to this matter

Jiang Yicao stared blankly at A Chou, who was applying makeup, and after a long while, he was at a loss for words. Suddenly, he came to his senses, feeling somewhat out of place, and hurriedly turned his head away, pretending to admire the furnishings in the room... He suddenly exclaimed: "What a wonderful house, how much does it cost per day?"

Who was that person back in those years

The system of the Elder Council of Xishan State has since disappeared

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Jiang Yicao said淡淡道: "Can we not mention this person"

Jiang Yicao stood quietly for a moment and said softly, "May I ask?"

If the heart is not pure, how can one roam freely in the universe without the need to ride the wind

Beneath the white frost, the autumn grass fills the garden; the withered mulberry and the decaying willow slightly obscure the broken wall

He focused his gaze and saw that the wine in the jar had a light golden hue, crystal clear and transparent. The aroma was elegant with a hint of plum fragrance. As he hesitated and took a sip, he felt a rich and mellow aftertaste, and could not help but exclaim softly: "Wonderful..."

Oh dear, slow down, I can hardly keep up. This esteemed official hurriedly caught up from behind, putting on a panting appearance, which looked somewhat comical, lacking any semblance of the demeanor expected of a legendary figure

In such a court, where human lives are treated as mere grass and loyal ministers are arbitrarily arrested, why does my brother not rise up in rebellion? With your family's prestige, combined with Shu Bukui's firm grip on a powerful army, you must surely think of avenging your father. Wouldn't it be an easy task?

Indeed, esteemed guests, this Ankang is a major transportation hub in the western region, frequented by merchants from various places. As it happens, with the rain falling, our business has improved, but I truly regret that you two have to endure the crowding. The innkeeper, plump and round, with a blue cloth wrapped around his head, adheres to the customs of the people of Wangjiang. He assumed that both Jiang and Yicao were men, thinking that a little crowding would not be a problem, yet he did not dare to show any negligence in his words. It is important to note that Ankang is the location of the Dingxi military camp and a place fiercely contested by merchants from all over the world. No one knows what kind of background the strangers encountered on the road might have.

What do you think of this person, Crazy Third Young Master? A-Chou had seen this legendary figure once many years ago, which made her particularly curious. She knew that Jiang Yicao had a discerning eye for people, hence her question. However, to her surprise, she saw Jiang Yicao gently shake his head.

In the storytelling of the Ming Alley, the old scripts are recounted... still just a second wife...

A Chou deeply understands that the temple conceals dragons and crouching tigers, and at the tender age of fifteen, he has already become a great official, undoubtedly possessing extraordinary abilities. That night on the boat, although there was no life-and-death struggle, it is likely that this person did not wish to reveal his identity as a young master in front of the mad Third Young Master. Yet, it remains unclear what his intentions are by following the two of us without taking action.

In the pavilion, a small package was quietly taken out and handed to Jiang Yicao. The package was soft and squishy, yet its contents were unknown. It was said, "To ensure that you, my esteemed brother, have no reservations and can speak freely to resolve my confusion, I present this gift to you." There was even a hint of weariness in the tone.

At this moment, Jiang Yicao was reflecting on a passage he had seen on a mountain of scrolls in the small black room of the National History Museum

Jiang Yicao remained silent

Upon thinking of this moment, Jiang Yicao felt a heaviness in his heart. He gently lifted the quilt and tiptoed to the window. With a light push, he saw that the rain had stopped and the clouds had dispersed, revealing a half-moon hanging in the sky. A gentle night breeze brushed against his cheek, bringing a sense of refreshment.

Although the beautiful scenery is pleasing to the eye, Jiang Yicao still harbors a sense of unease in his heart. He has always considered himself a coward and a timid person, which is why he embarked on this journey of escape spanning thousands of miles—though calling it an escape might be somewhat inappropriate, as this journey seems to have encountered no storms or dangers, and is surprisingly peaceful. Over the past ten years, he has been secretly observing the Inspection Department, and has long since understood the personalities of the two officials, both high and low, so he is not afraid of them discovering his identity. However, encountering these two unexpected figures during his escape has caught him somewhat off guard. He has been secretly observing the Inspection Department for the past ten years, and has long since understood the personalities of the two officials, both high and low, so he is not afraid of them discovering his identity. However, encountering these two unexpected figures during his escape has caught him somewhat off guard.

Kong Youran gazed at him, and after a long while, finally asked: "Do you know how I came to know your identity?"

What is the name of this lake

Kong Youran saw him walk out of the pavilion, heading up the mountain with A Chou, until their figures disappeared from view. Only then did he retract his gaze, thinking to himself that since this young man was unwilling to bid him farewell, he must truly harbor thoughts of renouncing the world in obscurity. However, recalling the divination he had performed on Xiling Mountain, he could not help but feel uneasy, faintly murmuring: "That divination I performed on that day was surely disrupted by you, a mere grass."

What is the name of the late Emperor's master?

What causes suffering

A Chou asked: "Is this to make wine?"

He had already spoken seriously to A Chou several times, so there was no need to follow him like this. However, this woman was remarkably stubborn, much like that old man on Xiao Dongshan, completely unwilling to listen. On that day by the stream and today in the inn's hall, this girl mentioned the storyteller in Ming Alley, which makes it clear how rare such ordinary markets were for her, brought by the spring breeze. The thought that she regarded the storytellers, who could be seen everywhere in the corners of the streets, as a rare delight filled him with an unexpected sense of self-reproach. On that day by the stream and today in the inn's hall, this girl mentioned the storyteller in Ming Alley, which makes it clear how rare such ordinary markets were for her, brought by the spring breeze. The thought that she regarded the storytellers, who could be seen everywhere in the corners of the streets, as a rare delight filled him with an unexpected sense of self-reproach.