Chapter 26 Jinghua Smoke Cloud

The war stalled until July of the 14th year of Hongxiao. First, there was a banditry in Youzhou, destroying countless spiritual fields. Then there was a rebellion in Miaojiang and besieged the guardhouse. The emperor ordered the military affairs of Wang Zhu, the minister of Nanjing Household Department, to supervise Miaojiang.

Just when people in the world were worried that the court would fall into a two-line battle, Ji Sheng raided the river and won a small battle. The herdsman coalition was blocked to the south of Yinshan, hurriedly broke out east, and captured the salt pond. When you come and go, the northern battlefield is deadlocked again.

Rong Hui sat in the storage compartment under the passenger ship's kitchen and heard the news from the "sound time" and couldn't help sighing: "It's not easy!" Suddenly, when the bell rang, it was the kitchen steward who called himself urgently. He looked up in the dark, forgot the roof, and hit his head. Bang-", a muffled sound, so painful. He covered his head with one hand, pushed open the hatch with the other hand, got out and went up the stairs. His eyes lit up and he asked, "Mom Zhang, what's the matter!"

Zhang's mother is the cook who prepared "spiritual food" on the ship. She stood in front of the stove and untied her apron and ordered: "Send this plate of 'honey yam cake' to Room 7 of the upper class. The lady inside didn't eat any food. Pay attention to what you say!" With that, he picked up a mahogany tray and was about to hand it out. He frowned and ordered in a low voice, "Make your clothes neat. How can you send it up like this?"

Yong Hui wore a black silk mesh scarf, and his hair was smooth. However, after staying in the storage room for a long time, a set of fine cotton clothes was kneaded into "pickles" and wrinkled. When he took off his shell and lurked on the passenger ship as a buddy, he restrained his breath and pretended to be a mortal who had practiced martial arts. At present, he was not angry. He seriously smoothed the folds and washed his hands in the basin. Then he took the tray and went to the upper cabin.

When Zhang's mother saw this boy, he made every move. He looked like a temporary handyman. Think for a little: "It seems to be in this industry!" I didn't figured it out for a moment. I walked to the window and looked into the distance and sighed for a long time.

When there is a rainstorm in the south, the Ganjiang River rises. Hundreds of hectares along the river, a vast ocean. In the vast floodplain area, two river embankments a few feet away from the water loomed. The embankment is full of tents and people, more like an "island of life".

Every time the disaster victims on the island saw a ship passing by, they all waved their flags and shouted, "Help!" Help us!" ... Rong Hui held the tray and walked on the portway and heard the faint cry for help. His heart was cold: "The world is like this, who can save whom!" He walked to Room 7, took off a small gold hammer at his waist and gently knocked on the jade-like door sign.

The golden jade hit each other, "ding--" with a crisp sound. Taking advantage of the echo, he smiled and explained, "Excuse me, the kitchen has brought you snacks!" As soon as the words fell, I saw a pretty maid standing at the opening of the porter, wearing a autumn-colored half-arm and combing a double snail short bun, so she bowed to the tray.

"Wait here!" The maid was rude, took it with one hand and put it on the hatch. Rong Hui couldn't help sighing: "In the world of cultivation, it's not easy for mortals to fool around!" As soon as I exhaled, the door opened again. The maid held the tray and asked Rong Hui angrily, "Miss, what is this? What is the 'second-grade spiritual food' you promised?"

Rong Hui saw the "yam cake" buckled back in the tray, and his heart rushed up. He took a deep breath and smiled: "Miss, calm down, I'll change it for you!" With that, he took the tray with both hands.

The maid flashed in her mind, hummed, and her hands suddenly came out and grabbed the tray. The slender hand raised gently and was directly into the river.

Rong Hui's eyebrows jumped, his cheeks twitched with anger, and he raised his hand to slap her twice. But seeing that the maid in front of her didn't look at herself at all, she casually asked, "If you change, you don't have to! Our young lady asked you when you would arrive in Jiangzhou!"

This ship specializes in the route from Ganzhou to Yanjing. The big ports along the way are Hongdu, Jiangzhou, Nanjing, Yangzhou, Huai'an and Liaocheng. He only went to Nanjing, but he had already seen the itinerary and knew that the No. 7 tenant was going to Huai'an and heard that he wanted to change the boat. At present, we have just passed Luling, and there are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from Jiangzhou. After a brief calculation, he barely reported a number of days: "It will take a month and a half at the earliest. What else can you tell me!"

The maid frowned and hummed: "Regulations, make another plate of food!" He turned into the room and gently closed the hatch. Rong Hui sighed and had to go back to the kitchen. Going north of the Shunjiang River, it was found that there were more and more official ships tracing the river for disaster relief. Not only was there the distribution of grain, but also the monks used spells to fix the embankment, which gradually relieved.

In August of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the imperial court was busy with disaster relief, and the tribal coalition attacked Guyuan. Ji Sheng rushed thousands of miles to help, but was raided and then lost several cities. It is said that the barbarians burned, killed and looted every place. The army passed by, ten rooms and nine empty.

The war lasted until September, and there was still no turning point. It is said that a large number of staff reductions on the front line, not only the supply of ordnance is not available, but also the soldiers are not good at the "five-grade spiritual rice". The emperor was so anxious that he couldn't eat any more. In the same month, he issued an edict to recruit troops on the spot, recalled Shi Lin, and appointed Qin Hong, the minister of the Ministry of Household, as the military affairs.

Rong Hui heard these news from the "sound meter" and waited to board the banks of the Qinhuai River. He also heard that Qin Hong was worthy of being a Qianliang official. As soon as he arrived, he sent "lingmi" to the soldiers, which could stabilize the war situation.

In October, autumn is high and refreshing, with the fragrance of osmanthus. On October 10, he carried a wooden box and saw the treasure light in the sky shuttled, and he also rose up to overlook the panorama. I only saw the painting boat shuttle on the Qinhuai River. Between the white walls of Uva, don't become a scene. The city wall is close to mountains and rivers. Although it is not straight and angular, the dark light on the wall floats and is also quite boney. After careful identification, the auspicious clouds in the east are rolling, the flying eaves are looming, and the ridge of the temple is uneven. The palace is thousands of, the weather is magnificent, and it is the imperial city. The West City is also staggered with buildings and streets. The whole city surrounds mountains and rivers, and it is indeed a dragon and tiger. Although in the northern war, Miaojiang has changed, and the thirteen gates have been opened, neither humble nor arrogant.

Rong Hui stared at the armored and found that although the tower-like strong men only built their foundation, they were full of vitality, full of spirit, thickness of true yuan, and strong muscles and bones, all of which were no less than himself. In particular, the evil spirit overflowing between the eyebrows is that he has made contributions on the battlefield, which makes people awe: "This is the real training department!"

He slowly fell down, stopped a flat-topped carriage, threw out an ingot of silver, and greeted the driver: "Go to the 'Yingxian Pavilion'!" After saying that, he got into the carriage.

"Good!" The driver was a middle-aged man. He answered with a smile, picked up the reins, and rode his horse into the city. Seventy-two immortal disciples enjoy privileges and provide free food and accommodation in the big city, which is one of them. Rong Hui entered the city from the carriage, and his heart was uncontrollab: "Brother, I must find you!" Through the screen window, he carefully observed the passers-by, down to the vendors and pawns, to the dignitaries, who turned out to be all kinds of monks. Although it is not a foundation-building practice, compared with the mortals in Ganzhou City, there is indeed a difference between clouds and mud.

The "Yingxian Pavilion" was built at the southwest foot, and the carriage entered the city from the "Zhengyang Gate" and passed through a sloping street in a moment. Rong Hui jumped out of the carriage and his eyes lit up. On the nine-story stone steps, the big pillar is holding the 13-story attic. Jinqi Uwa, downplayed. The eaves are like a front, and the slanting ridge is like a sword, which makes people excited: "It turns out that I am still one of the cultivation leaders, elegant and elegant!"

Rong Hui saw two stone statues standing at the door, the left green dragon and the right white tiger, who were about to go forward, but it seemed to hit a ball of cotton. It turns out that there is also a protective line!" He understood, took out a red jade card and gently pressed it in front of him. The waist card was everywhere, the red light suddenly brightened, and the resistance in front of him suddenly disappeared. I stepped forward again and listened to the roar of dragons and tigers, which was quite happy.

The front hall is seven rooms wide, with nine rooms. The gold brick floor is paved, the silver grid is dusty, and there is some atmosphere in luxury. Rong Hui stepped on the steps and saw the counter and two clerks in front of the landscape screen. When they were about to open their mouths, they smiled and said, "Which brother is it?"

Rong Hui took out his waist card, recorded his name as usual, and chose a north-facing room on the top floor to stay temporarily. When you go up to the residence, you can have a panoramic view of the capital. Looking closely, this city in the southwest is all for practitioners. In addition to all kinds of shops, there are 16 restaurants alone, and there are countless teahouses and clubs.

He was excited when he thought of the rich and prosperous city of Nanjing. Stretching out, he opened the door with the door number and walked in to see the three feet of the square house, which was divided into the living room and the bedroom. The furnishings are simple and the windows are bright and clean, which makes people very comfortable. So he put down the wooden box, closed the door and fell asleep. As soon as I touched the pillow, tiredness surged into my eyes, and I fell asleep in my breath. I had no dream, and suddenly I felt hungry. When I opened my eyes, it was already afternoon.

Rong Hui came to the feet of the emperor and couldn't lose his image. He smiled shyly, opened the box and cage, took out a set of Danxia Mountain disciples to change it. It was also equipped with a "six-in belt" and inserted the "King Kong Sword" as a dagger on the right side of the belt. He stabbed a purse on the left side of the belt, installed the "coral sword" and "small bow magic weapon", and finally covered a silver silk purse embroidered with "gold thread chrysanthemum". After a little cleaning, I happily went out to look for food.

He went down to the first floor and asked the clerk, "Have you eaten yet?" The man repeatedly apologized, "I'm sorry, after dinner, I have to wait until the time to have hot dishes and hot soup. At that time, we can take you upstairs."

Rong Hui knows that practitioners have a fixed time to eat, but he is not blamed for his poor service. Just as he was about to go out, he was stopped again: "Brother, someone over there is looking for you!"

"Is the Yang family coming?" Rong Hui was shocked and looked around. Seeing him pointing to the east hall and knowing that he couldn't escape, he walked hard. He saw that there were three or five people in groups, frowning and whispering, and then he was relieved: "It's not here to catch me!" Another greeting was heard: "It's Brother Li from Danxia Mountain, right? This way, please!"

Rong Hui followed the sound and saw that he was a middle-aged man in a green robe. Looking at the seats in the hall, he seemed to be vaguely regarded as the head of the horse. He immediately dared not neglect. He stepped forward and bowed his hand and said, "It's right here!" Looking carefully, he turned his heart to be still a "sun period" monk.

"The war in the north is burning, and the creatures are suffering. Those of my generation who practice truth should have made a living in the world, how can we sit back and watch!" The middle-aged righteous words put a high hat on Rong Hui. Then he took out a document and introduced it carefully: "This is the 'conscription order' jointly signed by the leaders of the 72 sects to recruit all the disciples who have traveled abroad to the northwest to humiliate. Brother Li came just in time. We will leave in three days!"

"What? Convocation order? Did you actually be recruited? Rong Hui was shocked and took over the order. Seeing the issuance period of the "9th of September" and the signature of the head of "Zhenyuan", he was full of bitterness: "With such a little cultivation, it is a great achievement not to be humiliated, and you still go to the front line to avoid humiliation? What are you kidding..." Looking around the monks, there is either the "mid Taiji" or the "late Taiji period", and there is also a silver-shirted female repairwoman. Although she can't see the cultivation, the continuous flow of breath has suddenly reached the "Taiji Realm" to a great perfection. After a circle, he really has the lowest cultivation.

Middle-aged people couldn't help laughing when they saw Rong Hui's pale face: "Brother, you don't know yet? We are just the vanguard of the battle. Seventy-two immortals are integrating, and then they will arrive! Otherwise, no matter how fierce the north side is, it will not send us to the front line.

"What? Is there going to be a big war? Rong Hui was excited at the thought of tens of thousands of monks shuttling in the air and showing their magical power. He took a breath and asked slowly, "Jiubian Heavy Town, where are we going?"

The middle-aged man smiled, but changed the topic: "We are just pioneers. As long as the brigade arrives, it will be a great achievement. At that time, the materials and spiritual grass will be the emperor's!"

Yong Hui knew that he had asked the wrong question and pretended not to know and went down the slope: "Then what do we mainly do? Charge into battle?" A question came to everyone's hearts and attracted everyone's eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't let everyone charge!" The middle-aged man was vague and "played Taiji" with everyone: "Good steel is used on the blade. If you really want to charge, we are just a drop in the bucket."

"They stepped on you because you bent over first." Rong Hui's cultivation is at the bottom, and he does not want to have a relationship with the people in the field, so as not to humiliate himself. Seeing that everyone had no intention of facing him, he casually found a reason and turned away.