When the last chirp of the cicadas disappeared, the entire Mount Qingyun was no longer lush green. The originally lush trees on the mountain were now covered in a thick layer of autumn leaves, except for a few scattered leaves that refused to fall.
The mountain was full of fallen leaves, but the autumn wind was blowing.
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North of the Great Wall, Huining City, Zhao Family.
Ever since the turn of autumn, the weather had gotten colder. Old Lady Zhao's legs had been infected with rheumatism many years ago, so the weather was even more unbearable.
Xiao Zi, the maidservant who originally served Zhao Zilong, was also arranged by Old Lady to serve her after Zhao Zilong left.
"Xiao Zi, you said that Zilong is in the south, I wonder if it's cold now." Sitting on the large brick bed in the north, Old Lady took a sip of the first-grade Tie Guanyin that was bestowed by the Emperor in early spring and clicked her tongue.
Xiao Zi took the cup from Old Lady's hand with a face full of smiles. "Old Lady, don't worry. The south is not like the north of the Great Wall, it's warm now. "
Hearing this, Old Lady Fu's heart that was originally worried about her precious grandson slowly relaxed. After a while, she complained. "This child has been away from home for so long, and he doesn't even know to come back to visit this old bag of bones."
Xiao Zi could not help but laugh. Although everyone in the Zhao family was afraid of this famous heroine when she was young, it was not difficult to realize that this Old Lady was no different from an ordinary old lady in her later years. She would also worry about her son, and would also be reluctant to part with her only grandson.
In another room not far away, Chu Ying was writing a letter to her husband at Taiping Pass.
"Husband, how are you recently? Don't worry, I will take care of everything at home. Yesterday, I received a letter from you saying that the Northern Qiang army has already gathered more than thirty thousand troops, and that the military camp you are in is training day and night. As a woman, since I can't serve my country on the battlefield, I only hope that I can support my mother and take good care of Zilong … "
There were a lot of things, no matter how big or small, and he had written almost five thick pages.
Outside the window, the ground that had just been cleaned in the morning was now covered with a layer of fallen leaves. Chu Ying put the letter into the envelope and muttered to herself, "The autumn wind longs for a thousand miles, the bright moon shines on two people in two places."
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Northern Fortress Barracks.
The howling cold wind was so biting cold that the sentries standing guard outside the barracks could not help but shiver.
"Northern Qiang barbarians, if you want to fight, just fight. Why are you accumulating troops? When I'm really on the battlefield, I'll chop off a few barbarians' heads and make them into wine gourds, "the soldier guarding the gate muttered softly outside the tent.
"Look at your cowardly appearance. Wine gourd? I think you can only try to be a hero on your wife's belly. "The soldier on the other side was a little disdainful when he heard this, and he opened his mouth to attack.
"What, you don't like it? If you don't like it, you can at least find a wife. "The soldier who spoke first wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed and scolded.
The soldier who had spoken earlier did not say another word. After a long time, he spat out, "After I beat up these Qiang barbarians so badly that even their mothers wouldn't recognize them, I will go home and marry the prettiest woman there. She will give birth to eight or ten children."
Soon, night fell. The temperature difference between day and night in the Northern Fortress was huge. Coupled with the vast, empty terrain, the atmosphere was even more somber at night.
Zhao Wu put down the report in his hand and casually took a set of clothes from a hanger. Dressed in casual clothes, he walked out of the barracks.
The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, but Zhao Wu frowned as he felt the chill in the air. He began to worry about his mother's legs.
Zhao Wu strolled casually with his hands behind his back and slowly made his way to the side of a dirt slope.
He untied a small jade gourd from his waist and gently stroked it with both hands. Zhao Wu's frustration over the Qiang army's constant gathering had temporarily dissipated.
He uncorked the bottle and brought it to his nose to take a whiff. Zhao Wu's expression was intoxicated, but after some thought, he decided against drinking it. Thirty-year-old Northern Fortress Plum Wine was very rare.
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At the peak of Qingyun Mountain.
Apart from Chang Shan, who had already snuck down the mountain, Xuan Kong's disciples were all gathered here.
Xuan Kong's usual cheerful expression was finally gone. On the contrary, it was filled with solemnity.
Qingyi, on the other hand, was indifferent. She was well-versed in metaphysics, so she obviously already knew what was going to happen.
Zhao Zilong was the only one among the three who knew nothing, but he wasn't in a hurry either. Not long after he reached the peak of the fourth rank, his understanding of the Combatant Formula had deepened, and he was very close to mastering it.
The master and disciples weren't overly surprised by their junior's miraculous rise in strength. It was as if everything was only natural. This made Zhao Zilong, who had been secretly delighted, feel gloomy.
Not long after that, Qingyi taught Zhao Zilong an unforgettable lesson.
Overconfident, Zhao Zilong went to spar with Qingyi the day before. However, when the two of them used the same realm, Zhao Zilong was defeated in just one move. From movement technique to technique to reflexes, Qingyi completely defeated Zhao Zilong.
From then on, Zhao Zilong fell into a frenzy of cultivation. According to Xuan Kong, he was at the peak of the fourth rank and had an indestructible body, but if they really fought, he wouldn't even be a match for the most ordinary fifth rank.
How could Zhao Zilong not be agitated by this?
Looking at his disciples, Kong Zhun Wanderer shook his robe.
"Chaos is coming, and peace will not be restored. It's not just the central plains. Even Dongyi, Western Desert, Southern Border, and Northern Sea are restless, "Xuan Kong sighed softly.
He then said, "Chang Shan has already left the mountain. If I'm not mistaken, he should have gone to Dongyi. Then, Qingyi, I want you to go to Southern Border, and Xuan Kong will go to Western Desert. "
Seeing the two nod, only Zhao Zilong was still looking at him with a face full of confusion. Xuan Kong said lightly, "Zilong, you've been under my tutelage for less than a year, but your luck is truly grand. With the help of the buddhist relics, you're almost at the threshold of the Qi Gazing realm."
One had to know that Zhao Zilong's father, Zhao Wu, was only at the Qi Gazing realm. In half a year's time, he went from a youth who didn't know what cultivation was to one of the top experts in the jianghu. If this kind of speed were to spread, who knew how many people would be shocked.
"You're different from Qingyi and Chang Shan. The Combatant Formula you cultivate is suitable for killing on the battlefield. With your current realm, staying on the mountain will be of little help to you. Therefore, you should also leave the mountain this time. Don't be in a hurry to find your parents. Your experience is too monotonous, which is not good for your cultivation. I hope that after you train for a while in Jiang Chu territory, it won't be too late to return to visit them. " Among the three disciples, Chang Shan was the most worrisome. Although this youngest disciple was sensible, he was still young, which made him even more worried.
Nodding heavily, Zhao Zilong's eyes were a little red. Having been on the mountain for so long, he had long since regarded his master and senior brothers and sisters as his most important family.
Seeing this, Xuan Kong and Qingyi stepped forward and lightly patted Zhao Zilong's back, their eyes full of encouragement.
Tonight, after the autumn wind, there was no longer a trace of greenery on the entire Mount Qingyun. No one knew that the legendary residence of the immortals, Tranquility Temple, was now empty.
It was precisely when the summer leaves fell to the ground, and the autumn wind was full of sorrow.
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