Vol 2 Chapter 3: Before the snow falls

In Changling, a priest’s official lowered his head and walked nervously on the stone roads with tall pines and cypresses on both sides.
In front of him, a senior censor wearing a gray official uniform stood in the middle of the stone road.
The closer to this censor, the more sweat the officials of this rite official had on their backs.
"Li Daren."
In the face of this censor, the salute was only that the back of the ceremonial officer’s thick robe was already wet.
"Not necessary."
The surname Li’s censor glanced at him faintly and said:
You know that my duty is to bring some of the will of the saints, to promote or to swear the officials. Since I want to see you, you have not You can make sure that you will be promoted, and you should be sure that you will be defamed. If you have already determined, you will not need to be so nervous and worried."
Hearing these words from the cold wind, the official did not calm down much. Instead, he felt that the cold wind was getting colder and colder, and even his body shook slightly.
"Your previous military powers will be fined. You have to go to the border for five years. If you still want to live a good life with your family in Changling, in the past five years, you will accumulate more military power." Li surnamed Yu Shi’s expressionless expression went on.
The clerk official raised his head and his face was ugly. "Li Daren, I know that I suffered such a shack because I was on the route that I fled in Baishan, but I believe there are many other officials on that route. Exist, why is it so heavy for me?"
"Do you think that you are so severely punished for you alone?" Li Yu Yu Shi still shook his head in a blank expression: "Before you, I have already met five people here, and the white mountains and waters rushed out of the city, and he fled. On the line, there are a number of people who have been procrastinating in the footsteps of Changling practitioners, including you. Eight of them are shot and died under the Baishan Sword. If you are also a nine-person, then the Tiger Wolf Warrior It is very likely that there will be time to put out the battle to stop the white mountains and waters. Among the nine of you, seven are officials of the DPRK, and the seven officials who are Dangdang will be defamed."
The official's face is even more ugly, but he can't speak.
Li’s censorship has already been said.
"You are reluctant to go forward, don't dare to go forward. Have you ever thought about how shameful this is? It was killed by the white mountains and waters. I have so many powerful troops in the Great Qin Dynasty, so many practitioners, and they are in the capital of the capital, and It was not in the front of the war, and Changling was murdered by him. As a Qin, it is possible to stop him and kill him, but he is allowed to sing a sword, such as entering no one, this is It’s even more embarrassing to escape from him after being strangled!

"Your Majesty asked me to talk to you in this English Garden. It is for you to think about it. The face of our Daqin dynasty and your good days are the ones who have settled in the English Garden and countless dead Qin people."
"You have thought about how many tigers and sergeants died because of your sorrow. In the future, those enemy countries will look down on us. How many soldiers and practitioners will we die? How many ordinary people are being shackled?"
"Your Majesty hopes that you can change your mind. Anyone who wants to keep a small family and ignores everyone is not worthy of a foothold in Changling. For me, the shameful sorrow is not as good as lying in this English garden.

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In the dark gods, Mo Qinggong stood down in a thin man wearing a deep red cotton gown, short and extraordinarily messy, and young.
This man, who looks a bit decadent and does not seem to have any strong breath, is the head of the gods, and Chen is the first.
"This is definitely not an accident."
Mo Qinggong cold channel: "Changlingwei was led to the Jiujiang County Hall because of a burglary in the Imperial Tomb. The person who sold the pirates for the clues was originally a freeman in Changling who had no wives and wives. It has been bizarre and violent, and even our tracing has been deadlocked."
Listening to the report of Mo Qinggong, Chen Jian’s first hand and fingers crossed slightly and it seemed to have completed a lot of thinking in the blink of an eye.
He looked up, and his body's deep and bright red robe formed a strong contrast with his decadent appearance, but this contrast made him particularly attractive.
"It is not necessary to chase this dead line check. If you have the ability to do such a thing, even if we are all in charge, we may not be able to find out."
His dark pupil was also slightly reddish by his robe. He looked at the face of Mo Qinggong's haze, and his tone was plain. He said: "Let's change direction and check the possibility of knowing the white mountain water and the lonely mountain sword. People, check out all their confidants and what they have done in the past. Such things must only be given to the most trusting confidants."
The eyes of Mo Qinggong were slightly bright and whispered: "The subordinates understand."
At the moment, Chen Jianchu was frowning and indulged for a moment. He said: "More pressure is imposed on the soldiers. They are the most involved in this matter. They must come up with some confession. We use some of their strength. It will be smoother to do things."
Mo Qinggong had already had such an idea in his heart. At this moment, he heard the first appearance of Chen Jian, and his heart was hot and the tight body suddenly relaxed.
He no longer said anything, turned and left to leave.
When he walked out of this house, he was a slight unconscious physique.
The sky is still clear, but at this time it is a heavy lead, and a burst of coldness continually spills from the sky. It seems that there is no real winter solstice, but a snow is about to float.
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Outside the Changling City, a vast expanse of water on the Weihe River under the lead cloud, a leafy awning boat drifting slowly.
A fishing boat came from a distance. When approaching the awning boat, a faint stream of light flashed. A man dressed by a fisherman landed firmly on the bow of the awning boat, but the awning boat It’s not even shaking.
The fisherman dressed in this fisherman is Fan Zhuo, one of the true disciples of Yunshui Palace, who dressed as a driver in front of the Jiujiang County Hall a few days ago.
He looked at the outline of Changling City from afar, and his mouth showed a sardonic coldness. He said to the cabin in front of the black curtain: "You are the one who sent me a letter some days ago? Behind you." The master, which is the noble person in Changling?"
The black curtain was picked up by a thin bamboo raft and hung on both sides.
The black-shirted black-shirted man in the cabin sat in a gesture of asking for a cabin, and said: "It is General Liang who told you to leave."
"Wang Liangjun, who is waiting for the seal?"
However, even if the fisherman is dressed up, it still exudes the kind of fandom that is unique and unique. However, it does not mean to sit down in the cabin. It just taunts: "What does this nest mean?"
"The fish is trapped in the tank and wants to jump out of the tank. It just doesn't have any boost. Instead of being able to enter the big river and swim freely, it will fall to the ground and die." The black-shirt master did not care for the slight smile, and the backhand pointed a little. The Changling, which is extremely majestic in its outline, said: "For you, Changling is also a tank. It is also dangerous for you to go in, so General Liang thinks you need some friends too."
Fan Zhuo sneered: "We and the Qin people cannot be friends."
The black-shirted master said in a light way: "It is impossible to be friends, at least they can use each other. And you have already owed us a favor. If there is no letter I gave you, you have no idea that you have been watched by God. If it is when you close the net, don't say it is you, even the white mountains and waters can't escape the Changling."
"Although I don't know how many secrets you have in the lonely mountain, but you have been in Changling for too long, anyone can conclude that there should be something about the lonely mountain sword in Changling. Is it a key? More clues?"
Waiting for Fan Zhuo to speak out, the black-shirt master has already looked at his eyes and said: "But if you rush to leave Changling, you will not be able to get what you want. You must enter Changling again, so you are only I will accept the proposal in my letter and come here today to meet me."
"You are doing a good job."
Fan Zhuo sneered and said: "I have to admit that your gods are supervised and some of the dignitaries have the ability to discover our traces and even guess some of our intentions. I am here to really see if there is enough weight. The power of the privilege has the possibility of mutual use. It is only General Liang Da... that's it. In the hurricane before the emperor Yuanwu's assault, General Liang Da went to this position with the bones of his brother and friends. How can we believe that he is like this? people?"
"There is no eternal friendship, only eternal interests."
The face of the black-shirt master still has no obvious changes, but his gaze is even more determined. "As a general of Liang, working with you, it is already about life. There is nothing more important in this world than to settle down, so you can rest assured. ""
Fan Zhu laughed mockingly.
His laughter was very loud and came out along the river, as the fishtails of many big fish were pounding the river.
"There are many things in this world that are more important than life. It is only the most important thing for General Liang Da and people like you to settle down."
"How to see that we have no relationship, as long as they have the value of each other." The black-shirt master also laughed and said.
Fan Zhuo’s smile slowly disappeared. He looked at the black shirt master and said,
What do you want? Help you seal it?

"We just ask you where you are in Changling. They are responsible for helping you hide your whereabouts and ensure your safety in Changling. We only need to be able to help General Liang to be a step further, whether it is a lonely mountain sword, or The secret of your Yunshui Palace.
The black-shirt master shook his head and said:
There is no official position in this world that is more important than the real power.