: 189, met the old man

Amount, so fast?
Li Mu blurted out and said:
When you get up in the morning, don’t you need a bath? I see this lake, the lake is clear and the environment is beautiful...

The white woman covered her forehead with a blank voice.
"Little monk, you, want to see me take a shower?" She came over and her face was about to be attached to Li Mu's face, her eyes fixed on Li Mu's eyes, as if through the eyes, seeing Li Mu's soul.
Li Mu fell back a little in a panic, with a sly and not polite smile on his face: "Do not misunderstand, I am only a relatively necessary suggestion in a specific situation."
"Hey, little flower monk." The white woman snorted again: "The six are not clean, and your master will take you back soon to cut off the wall."
Li Mudao: "Amitabha, my master is proud of me, I will not do this."
"Okay, don't be sorry with you." The white woman smiled and walked back, and her look became serious again. "You last night, you have to take care of things that you shouldn't manage, get into trouble, or leave Changan earlier." City, we will have no future."
When she finished, she turned and left, her body flashed and leaped high. Like the white swan flying its wings, the posture was beautiful and the speed quickly disappeared between the distant green trees.
Li Mu looked at the place where the woman in white disappeared, and lost it.
Is this gone?
After the chivalrous man saved the beauty, shouldn’t the beauty be the same?
Li Mu touched his chin.
Damn, Lao Tzu is practicing [congenital merits], the most can calm the mind, but in front of this disaster, even by her smile, it is easy to shake the mind... Leprechaun is a fairy.
Beauty, sometimes, is a very deadly weapon.
However, Li Mu’s heart is also very clear that it is ok to spend flowers on his mouth, but in reality, he cannot be entangled with such a woman.
Two people belong to different worlds. Li Mu does not want to waste too much energy in this world, and does not want to have too many involved, because he bears heavy responsibility, white women and flowers think differently, if Li Mu may If you choose to spend your time, then he will never choose a woman in white.
Even though he was dumped by the beauty of the other party, Li Mu’s heart is still very clear about what he should do and not to do anything.
Therefore, from the beginning to the end, he did not ask the name of the silver woman.
Life like duckweed, occasional encounters, does not necessarily mean that there is a fate, not to care.
"Hey, Lao Li, is also a principled person."
Li Mu smiled and screamed and jumped into the lake next to it. The cold lake water stimulated his body, concealed and annihilated the sway of the heart, and eventually disappeared completely.
In the end, Li Mu went ashore, dressed, and walked down the hill without delay.
Going down the mountain, I walked a few miles and went to the streets of Xicheng District.
Chang'an City is divided into five major districts, east, west, south and north. The middle area is the smallest, but it is the administrative district of Chang'an City. The entire political affairs of Chang'an Prefecture are large and small, but everything that rises to the provincial level is in the middle. Decision making decisions among the various sizes of the region.
The other four major regions have little difference in area, but there are rich and poor.
For example, this Xicheng District is considered to be a relatively slum in Chang'an City.
Most of the people living here are residents of the middle and lower classes, and the buildings are quite old.
Moreover, in Xicheng District, there is also the most famous military tomb in Chang'an Prefecture. The famous Chang'an Mausoleum is the cemetery of all the soldiers who died in the war and died after the Qin Dynasty.
Li Mu walked down the main road in Xicheng District.
He runs his mental power and observes everything he sees around him, to temper the power of the eye, and to discover more powers of the eye.
Walking and walking, unconsciously, I came to Chang'an Mausoleum.
As the seat of the cemetery of the Chang'an government, it is quite prosperous, and there are many pedestrians. The hawkers on the street are also row upon row. Most of them eat and eat, and the incense, sacrifice, and paper fire when they enter the cemetery. Waiting for the main, occasionally heard a cry, but after entering the cemetery to worship their loved ones, don't cause sad things, grief can not be their own people, crying loudly.
Li Mu looked at it and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
In particular, I saw that some young widows, with ignorant children who have not grown up, enter the cemetery to worship the dead, the scene is really heart-wrenching.
"Poorly determined riverside bones, it is still a dream of spring dreams."
Li Mu shook his head.
He didn't like the atmosphere very much, so he stopped when he went to the Chang'an Mausoleum.
Looking up, the archway is heavy.
The large archway main street of Chang'an Mausoleum consists of more than 20 archways. It is magnificent in shape and works as a craftsman. It is engraved with dragon pillars, bird phoenix figures, and various giant birds and animals, as well as various weapons. The style of the samurai is only the commander-level general. After the death, this level of archway can be built on this main street. In other words, there are more than 20 warlord-level heroes in the Daqin Empire.
The generals died in battle, and the heroes returned for ten years.
Li Mu is still very respectful to those who have been sleeping here.
No matter what era, in what world, in the weight, the soldiers who died in order to guard the peace are worthy of respect.
After a little hesitation, Li Mu decided to enter the main street and went to the front of the heroic monument at the main entrance of the cemetery.
This kind of atmosphere made Li Mu think of the monument to the people's heroes on the earth.
As the crowd flowed, and walked for a kilometer, I went to the main entrance of the cemetery.
The monument of more than 20 meters high is like a black sword that stabs to the sky. It stands silently. In front of the stone base, there are three large incense burners carved by black rock. The people who come to worship are in Under the supervision of the garrison guards, offering sacrifices, incense sticks, and paper fire.
In the hands of the hawkers on the side of the road, Li Mu bought three big incense, ignited, and then came to the monument, squatted, and then placed in a huge incense burner.
After doing all this, he turned and left.
Inside the military tomb, there is no need to go.
However, without taking a few steps, suddenly at the entrance to the military gate, a crying cry, through all the other murmurs, fell into the ear of Li Mu.
"Military lord, military lord, I beg you, let me go in and see my son. He was buried here four years ago, oh... my granddaughter, from hundreds of miles away. When the town arrived, the road encountered a robber, and the money on his body was robbed... I am old, and I may never be able to see my son again..."
This is an old man who is crying sadly and sorrowful.
This voice is somewhat familiar to Li Mu.
He turned and looked, but he saw the entrance to the cemetery. A grandmother with a squat, gray hair and sorrow, kneeling on the ground, pleading for several sergeants guarding the gate of the tomb, smashing his head and licking his head. The bleeding is coming.
It is Cai Po.
The good-hearted mother-in-law who sells plain noodles in Ping An Town.
"Uncle, everyone's kind uncle, hey, let's go in, the mother of the dish is gone, Dad has been sleeping here for four years, the dish wants to see him, it must be very cold... Dad must Very scared." Cai's granddaughter's daughter-in-law is also unkempt, the clothes on her body are not broken, and they are lying on the ground, pleading.
"Rolling, my family has orders, but anyone who goes in to worship, must pay 50 yuan of money to enter the park, no money to roll and go, crying, you cry to Laozi?" A big waist round five big three thick The sergeant, with his face full of hustle and bustle, lifted his foot mercilessly, and kicked Cai’s mother to the side.
Everyone around them saw this scene and pointed at it.
The other dozens of guards, the Sergeant of the Garden Gate, laughed happily, as if they had seen a huge joke.
"Grandma, grandma... don't hit my grandmother." Xiaotoutou vegetable dish rushed over in horror, raised the mother-in-law who fell to the ground, tears on her dusty face, marking two traces of twists and turns, Compared to the previous days, the little girl lost a lot.
"Grandfather, I beg you, let me finally take a look at my son... My three sons are all dead for the Great Qin Dynasty. The boss and the old man have no bones. Only this third child has found the whereabouts and buried. Here, "Cai Bopo got up and climbed over and pleaded for help: "Changan City is too far away. I may never be able to come again in my life. I beg you, military man, let me see The last look of the third child."
She pleaded, crying, and stimulating.
The small face of the vegetable malnutrition is covered with dirt, and it is also cleverly squatting beside the grandmother, pleading for it.
The pedestrians who walked in and out looked at this scene and they all came around. Many people were pointing at the sergeants who were guarding the gates of the garden. They were pointing too much. It was too shady to make such a thing, the old man’s The sons, who have died for the country, can't go in to the grave to take a look. Even such money has to be searched, which is simply detrimental to Yinde.
"Too bad."
"That is, this kind of money is also searched, be careful that the son has no farts. Eyes."
"Our relatives, who died in the blood of the empire, have been sleeping here, is it for these people to search and exploit us?"
Many people who came to worship their loved ones shared the same feelings and could not help but blame.
And by so many people pointing, the dozens of sergeants, his face can not hang.
For the first five big three thick hustle and bustle, the face shimmered with anger and anger, and sighed: "Shut up, you old aunt, dare to gather at the cemetery door to make trouble, I think you don't want to live, come, Grab me and hang on the pillar!"
The sergeant behind him rushed up like a wolf.
"No, let go of my grandmother, let go of my grandmother... oh." The dish was panicked, and she went up to her grandmother's clothes, panicking her, like a duckling abandoned by the whole world in the storm. Help, and Grandma is the only hope and pillar in her young life.
Li Mu saw this scene and frowned slightly.
Cai's mother-in-law and grandson finally came to Chang'an City. They also knew that their son had already died in battle. They had suffered a lot along the way, but at this last level, they were blocked outside the military tomb... How hard it is, any world, the life of the people at the bottom, is always similarly bitter.
This kind of thing, if he meets, he must not care.
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Thanks to the European burying, the mad knife, the smuggling, the sage, the singer, and the singer.