On the day he left home, he was very sad.
The grievances and anger he felt because of Yu Xiao 'er were slightly diluted by the burden of his parents, and now he felt guilty and sad. His father and brother were very considerate to his family. It was a great concession for them to tolerate him leaving home at this time. His mother was weak and had shed countless tears. Auntie Gua and Sister Chuyi would be beaten violently when they got home in the future. Auntie Hong was even more gentle. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't hide it from her. The reason why she didn't take him home was probably because his father had interfered.
Although he was only 14 or 15 years old, he had already been to the battlefield and knew what the biggest misfortune every family would encounter was. The world outside the southwest was not peaceful. If he really couldn't come back, how much suffering would his family have to endure? Just like his younger brothers and sisters, if one day something happened to them on the battlefield, he would probably be so sad that he wanted to kill everyone.
At night, he stayed in the inn at the courier station. Thinking of the feelings of his family, especially his younger brothers and sisters, he couldn't help but want to go back immediately. His mother was probably still crying. He didn't know if his father and aunt could comfort her. Wenwen and Ning Ke might also cry. Thinking of this, his heart ached terribly …
Thinking of this, he couldn't sleep at night, so he climbed up to the roof and sat for a long time. The night breeze in May was cool and pleasant. The small market developed by the courier station was still lit with lights. There were also some pedestrians on the road. The light of torches and lanterns extended into a crescent with the market as the center. In the distant villages, he could also see the light of villagers' activities, and occasionally heard the barking of dogs.
He sat in such a scene until late at night. Most of the people had fallen asleep, but there was a rustling sound in the house not far away. Ning Ji thought of the days when he peeped at the little b * tch in Chengdu, but then he shook his head. Women were all bad. Why would he think of her? Maybe she had already died outside.
When it was late at night, he went back to lie down. He tossed and turned for a while, and gradually fell asleep.
When he got up the next day, he practiced a set of boxing in the inn's courtyard, and then it was another bright day.
Of course, it was good to go back, but this time, it would be difficult for him to come out for the rest of his life. He had been trained by a group of Wu Dao Grand Masters for so many years, and he had been on the battlefield. He was no longer a child who didn't know how to think for himself. His martial arts had reached a bottleneck. If he didn't go out, he would only be able to play in the future.
After all, practicing the foundation at home was very important for practicing martial arts. But after the foundation, it was necessary to practice the actual combat full of malice to improve. There were many experts in the Southwest clan, and if they fought without restraint, he would definitely not be able to defeat them. But in a situation where he knew the ins and outs of his opponents, it was becoming more and more rare for them to be able to exert such immense pressure on him.
Last year in Chengdu, Uncle Chen Fan pretended that he couldn't hold back his strength and threw a punch like that. He thought that he had nearly died. In a situation where his entire body was in a state of extreme fear, his brain had mobilized all possible responses. After everything ended, he had benefited greatly. But in such a situation, even Aunty Hong wouldn't be able to do something like this.
"There were many desperate people in the army, they, they, they, they, I., but, I. and I, I, I, I, I Ya. Injuring someone wasn't a minor matter.
In martial arts, the situation of experiencing life and death situations to improve oneself was called 'stealing heaven's secrets'. Walking on high stakes had this principle. Some people chose to practice on cliffs deep in the mountains where they could fall to their death at any moment. This was a much better method. It was the same on the battlefield. Being constantly on edge could allow one to rapidly mature. But, he had already experienced the situation on the battlefield.
When he first started learning martial arts as a child, the road of martial arts was like a boundless sea, with no shore to be seen. Aunty Gua, Aunty Hong, and the others casually attacked and he had to use all of his strength to resist. There were several times when they pretended to make a mistake and 'accidentally' cut him. He was so scared that his entire body began to sweat. But, these were all 'traps' that they set up. After those battles, he had benefited greatly.
After experiencing the southwest battlefield and personally killing many enemies, he returned to the rear. This sort of fear rapidly weakened. Aunty Hong, Aunty Gua, Uncle Chen, and the others were fierce, but as for how fierce they were, he could clearly see it in his heart.
Later, on some occasions, he heard his father and Aunty Hong say that he had walked too fast and shouldn't have gone to the battlefield. If he didn't go to the battlefield, he could have improved for several more years before he could touch upon this boundary. But after going to the battlefield, his actual combat mentality had already solidified. All that was left was the natural growth of his body that brought about an increase in strength, allowing him to walk a bit further.
His father had rarely gone to actual combat in recent years, but his understanding of martial arts was certainly very high.
The southwest was too gentle, just like the four seasons. No one would kill him because his father's wings covered everything. If he continued to stay here, even if he continued to practice, he would forever be a distance away from Aunty Hong and Aunty Gua. If he wanted to cross this distance, he could only go out. He could go to a place where tigers and wolves lurked, where the wind and snow roared. There, he could temper himself and truly become the number one under the heavens, Long Aotian … no, Ning Ji.
As for that damned Yu Xiao 'er … forget it, he couldn't scold her like that. She was just an excuse.
His young body was strong and full of vitality. After eating half a table of breakfast in the inn, he had mentally prepared himself. He even let go of his hatred. He was really positive and healthy. Only when he paid the bill did his heart skip a beat. People who practiced martial arts ate too much. After leaving the southwest, he might not be able to eat to his heart's content. This was the first big test.
After leaving the inn, the warm morning sun had already risen. There were many pedestrians on the road outside the town.
It was not the first time that Ning Ji had walked the roads from Zhang Village to Chengdu. But at this time, he was away from home, so he had a particularly different mood. He walked along the main road for a while, then left the main road and ran along various paths.
The Chengdu plain was mostly flat. The young man ran across the fields, through the woods, over the ridges, and through the villages. The sun shone through the shadows of the trees. The yellow dogs of the surrounding villagers rushed out to pounce on him. He laughed and dodged, but no dog could get close to him.
On the fifth day of the New Year, he spent a night in the wilderness. On the afternoon of the sixth day, he entered the suburbs of Chengdu.
With the ancient city as the center, from the southwest to the northeast, a busy commercial system had been built. Inside and outside the villages in the suburbs of the city, new factories and workshops of various sizes were built. Long sheds with incomplete facilities and newly built courtyards occupied the original houses and farmlands. A large number of workers from other places lived in simple dormitories. Because of the increasing number of people, some of the suburban roads, which used to have few pedestrians, were now full of silt and water. When the sun was high, they became potholes of black mud.
White lime could be seen everywhere. It was scattered on the sides of the roads and around the houses. Although it was only the suburbs, there were often workers with red armbands on the roads. Ning Ji felt very familiar when he saw this image. They passed through the villages and went to the factories and workshops to check on the hygiene. Although they were also in charge of some trivial matters, they mainly checked on the hygiene.
His father and brother's first requirement for the crowd to gather was to ensure everyone's personal hygiene. When the workers from other places arrived, they had to go through intensive training. They would be warned time and time again not to urinate or defecate anywhere around the factory. For every factory that wanted to open, the first thing they needed to prepare was a unified public toilet and a stockpile of disinfectant lime. Ning Ji had heard about these things from his father several times. Now that he was back, he finally saw the changes around Chengdu in the past year.
The roads leading to the city, big and small, were now widened, but they still seemed busy and crowded. Due to the construction of factories in the villages on the outskirts of the city, there were several more lively markets outside the city. Some snacks that could only be found in the city could now be bought here. The prices were cheaper than last year, so little Ning Ji lingered here for a while.
For the Huaxia army in the southwest, the biggest victory was the great victory against the Jin army in the past two years. This victory led to business orders from various warlords, including Liu Guangshi. At the same time, a large number of official orders came in, and all kinds of private merchants had already flocked to Chengdu. The price of goods in the southwest had soared, and the original production capacity had long been unable to meet the demand. Therefore, factories of all sizes were quickly built. And for at least a year or two, Chengdu would be in a state where it could sell as many goods as it produced. This was not an illusion, but a reality that everyone could clearly see.
The west and south sides of the city had been divided into official production areas. Some villages and people were still moving. Large and small factories were under construction, and many had already started production. There was a huge trade area in the east and north sides of the city, where the raw materials and finished products needed by the factories were mostly delivered. This was the pattern that had gradually formed around Chengdu since last year.
Due to the rapid development, the surrounding scenes were busy and messy, but for the people of this era, all of this was probably unparalleled prosperity and prosperity.
As for the inside of the old city walls of Chengdu, it was naturally still the political, economic, and cultural center of the entire Huaxia army.
Wealthy merchants would enter the city to discuss business deals that cost a lot of money, and perhaps only leave the city once when they needed to do a field survey.
Scholars full of knowledge would engage in a war of words with the people here, and the news paper on this side had the most informed sources in the world, and also the most free debate atmosphere. They could sit in inns, and even without going out, they could enrich their knowledge of the world day by day.
Swordsmen from all over the world would not miss this new and prosperous city. Even peddlers and pawns who had only come once would not just stay outside the city and then leave …
Ning Ji, who had not been here for nearly a year, entered Chengdu at night on the sixth day of the Chinese New Year. He could still remember many familiar places: the little cheap dog's small yard, the lively Yingbin Road, the small courtyard where he lived on Pingrong Road, which was unfortunately blown up, the hot pot at the Squirrel Pavilion, the venue of the World Martial Arts Competition, the small clinic where Aunt Gu worked …
He wanted to walk around Chengdu again, and also to see Aunt Gu, who was still in the city at this time. Maybe the little cheap dog had suffered a lot outside and ran back to Chengdu crying. After all, she was not a bad person, but she was stupid, slow, stupid, weak, and unlucky. It was not her fault, and she did not deserve to die. But after thinking about it, he gave up.
His father hurriedly returned to Zhang Village to deal with his affairs. Now that he was done, maybe he would also return to Chengdu. With his character, if he caught her in Chengdu, he would most likely laugh out loud with his hands on his hips, saying, "Brat, I gave you a chance." Even if her father was not involved, it was very likely that her brother and sister-in-law would do the same. Especially sister-in-law, if she caught up with him, she would probably be beaten up.
This place was no different from the base of the thieves.
He had to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible.
According to the experience from last year, many caravans that came to Chengdu would gather in the market in the northeast of the city. Because the outside world was not peaceful in this era, caravans that traveled long distances would often bring some passengers along. On the one hand, they could collect some travel fees, and on the other hand, they could take care of each other on the road. Of course, in a few cases, if the thieves' spies sneaked into the caravan, it would be very miserable. Therefore, they often had a choice of passengers.
In the past year, Ning Ji had received a lot of training in the army that would be useful for him to go out. It was not a big problem for him to go out alone. But considering that on the one hand, there was still a gap between training and practice, and on the other hand, he was a fifteen-year-old young man walking outside with a burden. It was more likely that he would be targeted if he was alone. Therefore, on the first journey out of Sichuan, he decided to go with others first.
That night, he went to buy a medicine box and replenished some medicine. The next morning, with an attitude that he was afraid of being targeted by bad people, he found a caravan that was leaving that day and signed up temporarily. In the morning, he followed this caravan that had thirty-two pack horses and more than one hundred and thirty people and left Chengdu as if they were escaping …
…
"Brother, I'm Lu Wenke, from Jiangnan Road and Hongzhou. May I know your name and where are you from?"
The caravan of more than a hundred people mingled on the road that extended out of Sichuan in the northeast direction. The stream of people was vast and mighty. Before long, a tall and thin scholar who loved to make friends cupped his hands in greeting and exchanged names with him.
Ning Ji was cheerful and lively, and also liked to make friends. He immediately cupped his hands and said, "I'm Long Aotian."
"… What … Tian?"
"Long! Ao! Tian! "Ning Ji said word by word.
The tall and thin Lu Wenke closed his mouth and took a breath. He stared at him for a long time and then cupped his hands in admiration. "Little brother, your name is really impressive."
"That's what they say."
"Little brother, where are you from? Where are you going? "
"Jiangning." Ning Ji said, "My hometown is in Jiangning. I've never been there, so I'm going to have a look this time."
"Jiangning …" Lu Wenke's tone became low. "It used to be a good place, but now … it's a bit bad. After the new Emperor ascended the throne, the Female Immortal massacred and burned the cities in Jiangning. They haven't recovered yet, and recently they've been making trouble with the Fairness Party. I'm afraid there aren't many people there … "
"It's okay. It's a long way. Maybe Jiangning will be rebuilt by the time we get there." Long Aotian smiled.
Lu Wenke's body trembled, and he cupped his hands in admiration. "Little brother Long is really open-minded."
The road from Chengdu to the exit of Sichuan stretched forward, with all kinds of pedestrians, carriages, and horses crisscrossing on the road. In front of them was a family of four. The husband and wife took their not-so-old father and son and drove a mule to some unknown place. Behind them was a ruffian-faced Jianghu man who was discussing something with an escort of the caravan. Both of them let out wretched laughter. This kind of laughter could even be heard by Yao Shubin on the battlefield, which made Ning Ji feel a sense of familiarity.
The tall and thin scholar called Lu Wenke was quite talkative. After exchanging a few words with each other, he began to talk about his gains in Chengdu.
"… Although there are all kinds of deviant places in the southwest, what I've seen and heard in the past few months is really amazing. When I was in Hongzhou, I boasted that I was well-read, but when I saw the Female Immortals wreaking havoc, I felt that there was nothing I could think of. But after coming to the southwest, I realized that the study of things and the method of management are so simple and so thorough. After understanding these methods, I can do great things when I return to Hongzhou. Brother Long, the sea and the sky are wide, the sea and the sky are wide, Brother Long! "
"I admire you, I admire you. That makes sense, makes sense …" Long Aotian cupped his hands in admiration.
Ning Ji was familiar with many places on the road ahead. It led all the way to Zizhou, then out of Zizhou, across the Iron Bridge, and into the big and small mountains in front of the Sword Gate Pass. He and the Huaxia army had once fought with the Female Immortals at various points in the mountains. That was the burial place of countless heroes. Although it was also the burial place of many Female Immortals invaders, even if there were ghosts and gods, the victors were not afraid of them at all.
Going forward, they would pass through the Sword Gate Pass. Ning Ji no longer understood the world outside. The fog was rolling over there, or the sky and the sea would be wide. At this moment, he was full of expectations for all of this.
…
At the same time, the devil Ning Yi, who was being avoided by the little swordsman Long Aotian, was in Leshan, caring about Lin Jingwei's injury.
This old man was not very outstanding in scientific research, but he was also the most outstanding affairs officer who had been under Ning Yi's command since the Little Canghe era. He had organized the research work in an orderly manner. At this moment, because of the explosion of the boiler of the prototype steam engine, his body was heavily injured, and he was fighting a difficult battle with the Grim Reaper.
Thousands of miles away, a little emperor, who would probably covet Lin Jingwei's position if he was in the Huaxia army, had also received the gift from the southwest and had begun to build a more complete research institute. In the southeast coast, the new emperor's reform was generous and radical, but of course, he was also facing his own problems. These problems had gradually begun to appear from the dark to the light …
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