The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 378 Goodbye Ling Donglai

Southern Song Dynasty, Lin'an.

In the first year of Duanping, in May, it rained lightly.

An old street running from north to south.

On the long street, among the bustling crowds, children jumping and shouting curiously surrounded a craftsman who was walking through the streets.

The man had a pair of straw sandals and was covered in dust. He was carrying a backpack and wore a green robe. As he walked around, a vivid face suddenly appeared on his face. With a shake of his shoulders, the face changed continuously, causing the children to scream in surprise. , the pedestrians all around also applauded.

The reason for this grand celebration is that a few days ago, earth-shattering news came back to the capital. The Mongolian and Song Dynasty coalition forces had captured Caizhou, and the gold lord Jin Aizong hanged himself. The Jin Kingdom was destroyed, and the world was shocked.

Meng Gong returned to the Song Dynasty with the remains of the gold master, and went to the Ancestral Temple to express condolences to the souls of the Hui and Qin sects in heaven, so the whole country celebrated.

Chen Zhuo looked at the people running around telling each other, his eyes moved slightly, and then he teased the children chasing and playing around him.

But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion not far away,
"The Great Song Dynasty is about to perish, the Great Song Dynasty is about to perish!"

The screams caused an uproar.

The people who were celebrating immediately swarmed forward and punched the man, causing everyone to jump up and down.

Chen Zhuo just wanted to watch the excitement and didn't care. Instead, he walked into a nearby wine shop, drank a pot of good wine, and ordered two sesame cakes.

With his current level of cultivation and strong spirit, he could sit in the demon market for hundreds of years even without eating or drinking.

But now that I have returned to the secular world, eating these things has a different taste. What I taste is no longer salty, but the feeling inside.

The waiter in the wine shop looked at the beaten man and couldn't help but murmured: "It's this madman again. Now that the Jin Kingdom has been destroyed, life should be peaceful. If he dares to talk nonsense and say that the Song Dynasty is about to die, isn't it his own fault?" beat."

As soon as these words came out, a scholar at the wine table immediately retorted: "You don't understand the principle of driving away tigers and devouring wolves? The Kingdom of Jin is like an old toothless wolf, and Mongolia is the one that eats people without spitting out bones." The tigers are no longer restrained by the Jin Kingdom, and it won’t be long before the Mongolian army moves south.”

The scholar stood up staggeringly, his clothes were messy and his behavior was slutty. He sneered at the people celebrating outside, then looked at the beaten man with a bruised nose and swollen face, and said drunkenly: "Brother Donglai, I've said it all I told you not to shout, but you didn’t listen. Now you’re going to get beaten. If you don’t run away quickly, be careful of provoking officers and soldiers.”

The man on the ground was clearly fighting with fists and kicks, looking miserable, but after hearing these words, he jumped up, strode into a narrow alley, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't until everyone on the street dispersed that I saw a sneaky figure sneaking into the wine shop cautiously, sitting on a wine table, putting down two big coins, and asked for a jug of wine.

Chen Zhuo accidentally caught a glimpse of the other person's facial features and couldn't help but stop in his tracks and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

That man was also a scholar, but his clothes were simple and simple, but his behavior was smart and casual. When he heard someone ask, he raised his chin and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "You want to beat me when I give the order to Donglai? You have to agree first, don't slap me in the face." "

"Hahaha," Chen Zhuo suddenly found it interesting, "Do you recognize the name Ling Feiyun?"

Ling Donglai took a sip of wine, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked curiously: "Hey, how do you know the name of my ancestor?"

Chen Zhuo sighed secretly, why didn't he hear Ling Feiyun mention that he still had blood in the world?

Looking at this childish Ling Donglai who was new to the world, he said strangely: "I almost forgot about you."

Ling Donglai stood up, took a closer look, looked at Chen Zhuo carefully, then burped and shouted, "I don't know you. May I ask what your name is?"

Chen Zhuo was about to speak, but he didn't want to make Dong Lai suddenly scream, grabbed him, and slipped into the crowd again. He jumped to the left, but many official officials followed behind him.

After the two of them ran all the way out of the city, Ling Donglai held on to an old tree and gasped, sighing: "Huh... alas... this time it was all in vain... Meng Gong didn't even see him. It’s even harder.”

Chen Zhuo stood aside with a half-smile, playing with the facial makeup in his hand, and asked, "Why did you meet Meng Gong?"

Ling Donglai poured all the remaining wine in the jug into his throat, then wiped his mouth with satisfaction, raised his head to the sky, exhaled a long breath, and said casually: "Of course it is to join the army, but unfortunately in this world, it is difficult for a scholar to get ahead. It is difficult for a military man to stand out, so even if someone has the ambition to serve the country and wants to imitate Yue Wumu in purging the traitors in the Central Plains, there is no way for him to do so."

"Alas!" Ling Donglai took a long breath, his eyes darkened, "That's all, it's hard to achieve great ambitions, so it's better to go back to the countryside to farm and shovel grass to have some leisure time."

He suddenly turned to look at Chen Zhuo and said blankly as if he was drunk: "You haven't said who you are yet?"

Chen Zhuo laughed when he heard this and asked instead, "Do you know how high the sky is and how wide the earth is?"

Ling Donglai sneered when he heard this: "Haha, it turns out you are a madman!" This man seemed to be really drunk, his eyes were dim and he kept laughing.

Chen Zhuo said meaningfully: "I know."

Ling Donglai rolled his eyes and waved his sleeves: "I don't believe it. Even I don't know. How do you know? Tell me how high the sky is and how broad the earth is. If you are right, I will accept it. you."

Chen Zhuo smiled and pointed at his feet: "The earth is no wider than an inch below my feet, and the sky is no higher than three feet above my head. Do you believe it or not?"

Ling Donglai was so drunk that he turned his eyes and suddenly caught a glimpse of the wine gourd on Chen Zhuo's waist. He grabbed it and drank a few more sips.

Just when he returned to his straight body, he saw that everything in all directions was spinning like shadows.

"Hiccup, what is this? Is the world spinning?" Ling Donglai burped and laughed, but the next moment, everything around him turned into ice and snow again, and gusts of wind and frost hit his face, making him shiver from the cold, and his eyes immediately After waking up for a while, he was stunned and puzzled, "How could this happen?"

He looked at everything in front of him in astonishment, but he saw that all kinds of strange scenes were changing at an incredible speed.

The stars in the sky rotated, the sun and the moon alternated, flickering bright and dark. Above the earth, the mountains were sinking and the land was moving. Mountains were uprooted quickly, and then quickly collapsed, turning into lakes and rivers, and then dried up and broke. In a few breaths, During this time, they seemed to have seen the scene of thousands of years and the vicissitudes of life.

Ling Donglai opened his eyes wide, as if he was completely awake. His eyes were filled with indescribable shock. He stretched out his hands to explore, as if he wanted to touch the supreme mystery between heaven and earth.

Chen Zhuo suddenly raised his finger and lifted it into the air, and everything suddenly shattered like a bubble in a dream.

The world is still the same world, and the two of them have just left Lin'an City.

Ling Donglai took back his hand, feeling disappointed, and hesitated: "Illusion?"

Chen Zhuo said warmly: "No, all of this is true, and it has happened in this world. It is a pity that people only live a few hundred years, and they have grown old after several flowers have bloomed and failed. It is rare to see such a world. Big change.”

"What about you?" He suddenly looked at Ling Donglai with a smile, "What did you see just now?"

Ling Donglai pondered for a moment, then his eyes changed slightly and he murmured infatuatedly: "Wind, thunder, water and fire, four seasons of day and night, five elements of yin and yang."

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but secretly thought: "Sure enough, he is extremely talented."

Such a scene would have made ordinary people afraid of it, but this person could actually see the principle of mutual generation and restraint between heaven and earth, and clearly distinguish the yin and yang of the five elements.

Sure enough, some people are destined to be extraordinary.

Chen Zhuo praised: "Very good...but these are just superficial things. If you want to see clearly, you need to feel everything in this world."

Ling Donglai was overjoyed. He looked at Chen Zhuo, bowed his head and said loudly: "Disciple..."

However, he felt as if there was an invisible wall in the void in front of him. He couldn't bow to it and was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head.

Chen Zhuo smiled softly and said casually: "There is no need to worship me. If you don't dislike me, we can treat you as close friends. I have traveled to many places over the years, and no one is qualified to walk with me. Why don't you follow me?" Take a walk and look at the people in this world and the scenery of the four seasons; when you truly feel what I just said, there will be no one in the world who can rival you."

Ling Donglai took a deep breath, stood up and bowed deeply to Chen Zhuo, then beamed with joy and said impatiently: "This..."

Chen Zhuo blinked and said, "Why do you need to know your name? Why don't we just address each other as you and me?"

Ling Donglai also laughed: "Okay, this 'your' brother, should we go south first or north first?"

Chen Zhuo pretended to be thinking, and after a while, he pointed to the west.

"Let's go to the west first."

Ling Donglai put his hands on his hands and laughed: "Wonderful, please!"

Chen Zhuo raised his hand to invite: "Please!"

……

　I have to finish this volume in the past few days and sort it out carefully. It may be a little slow and a bit short... Then the next volume of the Mystical Weapons and Mysteries will probably be integrated with the Legend of the Son of Heaven.

　　
　
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