Chapter 30 Go to the border to resist humiliation

Rong Hui listened attentively and was secretly happy: "This 'back hand' is good. I'm not going to fight with others!" I saw Bixia lift the third tray again. The light is warm, fragrant, and white flowers.

"Is this?" Rong Hui blinked and reluctantly spit out two words: "Tofu?" You can feel the aura and vitality contained in the "tofu" and suddenly know that it is a cherished tonic. Bixia nodded and smiled: "This is a pastry mixed with Linggu and cheese, which can supplement physical fitness, vitality and vitality, and is especially suitable for eating after the fierce war." With that, he raised his hand and waved it gently, and the wind rippled like a microwave, showing a thin blue book. She put down the book, stood up and pushed it to the opposite side, turned around and walked away.

"Storage magic weapon!" Rong Hui's heart lit up and saw her move gently, like stepping on the clouds. Shi Ran wanted to leave the study and quickly stood up to thank him: "These are all treasures that have not been found for a long time. Thank you for your kindness."

The two sent Bixia away and happily tested the treasure. Xiaoxuan picked up the book and pulled it one after another, and was surprised: "Surely, it is the 'way of cultivating gods'. Every word, the voice is wonderful, pointing directly to people's hearts."

Rong Huisu knew that the money was not white, so he put on the fire spirit soft armor on the spot, hid the magic plate close to his heart, and suffoed the rune around his waist. I also saw that the three sides of the brocade on the tray were good, so I wrapped the heart and made a burden. As soon as he finished checking, Zhao Qian came in with the curtain and congratulated him first: "Congratulations to my sister and son, you have been given divine power." Bixia's words were passed on: "There is a closed quiet room in the garden, and you two can go to understand for a while."

Rong Hui couldn't ask for it and thanked happily: "Thank you, Miss Bixia." While talking, Xiaoxuan took out her bag and took out a golden ticket and stuffed it to Zhao Wei: "It's annoying for my sister to lead the way!"

Zhao Yan followed Bixia, and there were only so many people inside and outside. How could she have eaten her? He smiled and said, "Then I'm disrespectful!" I only felt that the young couple were very interesting. They took them and put them in the bag before leading the way for the two.

The two of them understand that "Taixu Zhenqi" aims to "refining and refine qi" and characterize the mind. The Shinto Sutra aims to "refine gas and transform gods", which can be described as its follow-up skills. Those who practice gods can cultivate the gengod. When ordinary people practice, they can also wash their minds and be invulnerable.

Their retreat is two days and one night. In a blink of an eye, on the night of October 12, Xiaoxuan rented a painting boat in person and accompanied Rong Hui to visit Qinhuai at night. In a trance, the shadow of the lamp was sparse, and it was dawn. Although she was reluctant to give up, she still let the boat float to the Zhengyang Gate.

The moon falls and the night is silent. The boat is crippled, the wine in front of the table is not over, and the people at the bridge are scattered. Don't hate to talk about homesickness all night, and there are still thousands of words, like bones stuck in your throat. They were speechless and said with one voice: "Take good care of yourself!" The night wind was slightly cool, and the autumn water wrinkled. The brightness of the wave under the light was like the corners of his eyes leaning on his chest, and tears flashed away. When I swallowed my throat, my heart was even more sore.

Rong Hui took a deep breath and just wanted to let go of Xiaoxuan, but he felt that the small hands on his waist were tighter, like a stubborn child. He resented and hated: "Brother, I didn't provoke you. You guys came to provoke me! Damn, damn it!" Although the breath is heartbeat, the breath is gradually sinking. Determined, he gently broke the ten bamboo shoot-like fingers and comforted them softly in the palm of his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not going to fight with people. I'll come back to you!" After saying that, he let go and turned around and strode away. Walking ten steps away, I suddenly looked back and saw the light veil floating in front of the light, white clothes like snow, holding the railing and crying into tears, which was so beautiful that it was heartbreaking: "Xiao Xuan, wait for me to come back!" He suppressed a stuffy breath, clasped his shoulders and headed, brushed his sleeves and left.

Everything is covered with clouds, and the forests are dyed. It's already sunrise. Rong Hui drank a bowl of bean curd brain outside the "Zhengyang Gate". As soon as he walked to the "Yingxian Pavilion", he suddenly heard the roar of dragons and tigers and walked out of a group of male and female monks. The leader is the middle-aged man who recruited everyone. When he saw Rong Hui, his face was slightly dark, and he said loudly: "It's Brother Li from Danxia Mountain. I thought you wouldn't come! If you don't encounter it, it's really a big trouble!"

"How come? It's just that some private matters are delayed!" Rong Hui breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed: "Wait a minute, everyone, my salute is still in the room!" While talking, he drumed his spiritual power, rose up and floated up to the top floor.

Everyone was stunned: "There is a ban on flying in the city. If you rely on that vertical situation alone, you can shake it up more than ten feet. This person's cultivation is by no means seen on the surface." After breathing, he felt more confident when he saw his suitcase falling down.

Rong Hui looked down from the sky and saw that the group of people were no more than 50, and all of them were more advanced than himself. He was also moved: "Where such a person is placed, it is also a hard bone. Shouldn't he really go to the battlefield to attack!" He landed on his feet, arched his hand and said "sorry" and followed the crowd.

The first middle-aged man's face changed slightly and greeted everyone: "Let's go directly to Xuanwu Lake's 'transmission array'!" Do your best and lead the way. He travels leisurely, but he can step out one step, which is amazing. The rest of the people saw it, showed their magical power, and followed each other on foot.

Rong Hui heard the "transmission array" for the second time and couldn't help guessing: "Is there really a 'transmission array' in the world that can go straight from Nanjing to the northwest?" The slightly spiritual power follows lightly at the end. Hearing the bell ringing, seeing the beginning of the morning market, the peddlers and pawns went to the city one after another. Selling vegetables, buying vegetables, bargaining, bargaining, shoulder to shoulder, one after another, so lively!

West of Xuanwu Lake, east of the camp, there is a bluestone square. The square is 100 feet square, and the field is covered with stone piles and chess. The law is strict, and it is arranged into a magic array. Rong Hui ran to the sidelines with everyone and saw a black magic weapon stopped in front of him. It is eight feet long and has ten feet of wingspan, and looks like a wild goose. The goose foot is the wheel, and the goose belly is the cabin. Not only did the round window open, but also a staircase was lowered at the end for people to go up and down.

When everyone saw it, they said, "Look, this is a large 'flying magic weapon'?" When he flies to Yongzhou, I'm afraid that the yellow cauliflower will be cold!" ...I don't seem to have seen it. While talking, the footsteps sounded, and several armored generals trotted out of the camp with a flag across knives and armor.

Everyone disdained it, but Rong Hui and Ronghui's eyes lit up and secretly wondered: "Sure enough, it is the war department that can actually connect with each other's cultivation. If you defeat the enemy, there will be no harm!"

The first middle-aged man greeted each other with a smile and bowed his hand. After a few words of negotiation, he greeted everyone into the cabin: "It's time to go! I will explain the details to you on the way. First climb the stairs into the cabin.

Rong Hui climbed up the ladder with everyone, and his eyes lit up. Under the firelight, next to the crystal window, there is a short bed with a high back. He is worried about not having a chance to understand the Shinto Sutra. When he sees a single seat, he can lie down or lie down, and no one can see anyone. So I chose a position by the right window,

Out of the window on Xuanwu Lake, the morning sun is shining, adding a little more gorgeous. He was full of melancholy. After sitting on the short couch, he couldn't help looking out of the window and said, "Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and several people have fought in ancient times. I don't know if I can go back..." As soon as the seat moved in a trance, he woke up and saw the magic weapon sliding out faster and faster. He leaned against the back of the chair and seemed to be forced to hold up by the back of the chair. He felt excited in panic.

The magic weapon accelerated, slowly raised its head, and soared to the sky. Rong Hui shook his mind and saw that the river was vast under the morning sun, and the rainbow was shining in the sky. Don't become bold. In a blink of an eye, it has rushed into the clouds, and the magic weapon has slightly shaken, opening a cloud and fog, and the speed of escape has increased. When I jumped out, I saw the vast sea of clouds and the fog churning. Like a running horse, like a flying dragon, like a snake in Changshan, it was thrown into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"What kind of 'transmission array' is this? It is clearly the escape of the practitioner." Rong Hui calmed down, observed carefully, and admired even more: "Although it is the spatial vibration on this magic weapon with the array, the space pressure of tens of millions of miles cannot withstand the idle magic weapon." Seeing the vastness of the world, I felt that there was nothing to see after excitement. When the magic weapon is flattened, simply look at the nose, nose and heart, and continue to understand the Shinto Sutra.

"This magic weapon can travel more than 1.3 million miles a day and arrive in four days." The first middle-aged man waited for everyone to sit down and began a brief introduction: "The magic weapon is replenished with fuel in Luoyang, and then goes straight to the station. This task is under the responsibility of the following. I will explain it separately before you leave. During this period, everyone can rest assured. Taoist friends who need to eat can call the kitchen at any time.

Jiubian Heavy Town was built in Taizu. From Gansu in the west, to the east are Guyuan, Ningxia, Yansui, Taiyuan, Datong, Xuanfu, Jizhou, and Liaodong. At present, Guyuan has been lost, and the herdsmen's coalition has marched eastward and plundered Weizhou, Huanxian County, Mengcheng and Lingzhou, and has reached outside Yinchuan City. To the west of Guyuan, it became a lonely land.

Fengxiang is located in Yong, and there is a city in the west of Yong. The Yellow River passes through the city, and the oasis on both sides is boundless and fertile for thousands of miles. Because there are silver and other mines hidden under the city, the whole city is based on local materials, resulting in the golden city soup pool, which is known as the "Golden City" in history.

On the north bank of the city, there is a strong city on the plateau in the east of the White Tower. 70 feet deep and 110 feet wide, it is the king city of the father and son of the former emperor, the "true king of Huangshui". Its magnificentness has become the best in the world. Overlooking the city, you can have a panoramic view of both sides of the Yellow River, and the situation of the Golden City is also in the palm of your hand, which is a military key point.

In October 20, the west wind suddenly tightened, and the yellow sand covered the sky and the sun. Rong Hui held his sword and followed the "true king" to the city to watch the scenery. Like the other twelve guards, he wore a round helmet, put on a patterned armor in the silk paste, and stood ten feet away from the son of the world. From a high view, you can see that a group of craftsmen are rushing to repair the city. Although the old and new are different, they have become one breath and seem to be able to resist the enemy. But the ruins of the city have not been repaired yet. Looking to the east, the hooves on the beach are faint and go down the stream. After a moment of meditation, he was even more puzzled: "Why didn't the herdsmen attack Jincheng? Do they still want to wait for the rabbit?"

The son only wore a silver silk-patterned deep coat, let the wind and sand blow, the clothes fluttered, and his posture was like a long sword in the palm of his hand, standing for half a day. Although he only builds the foundation, he is strong and mentally strong, and even the "Taiji Realm" guards behind him are secretly impressed.

Rong Hui looked at the protected object and sighed secretly: "You can't live!" When he came to Jincheng, he knew that one of the culprits of the defeat in this battle was his father, the "King of Huangshui".

The world's money and food are all in the south of the Yangtze River. The rise and fall of the country is in Hebei. Among the richest people in the world, Jiangnan salt merchants are the first. Among the officers and soldiers from all walks of life, the northwest border army is the poorest. Although the imperial court set up Weitun for reclamation, it was dry in the northwest, and sometimes even civilians could not eat enough, not to mention the military households who relied on spiritual rice cultivation.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away. If he meets the bully master, he will forcibly exchange ordinary fields for "spirit fields". Even if he is a monk, he can only swallow bitter water into his stomach. Therefore, "Taizu" left a rule that all salt merchants must exchange border grain for "salt introduction", which is said to help the north and the south, helping the rich and the poor.

At this dynasty, natural disasters continue. In order to enrich the treasury, the emperor asked the salt merchants to "intract" with silver at the request of the Ministry of Household, and the court allocated grain from Taicang to the northwest. Since then, the warehouse has gradually been empty. Huangshui Zhenwang also circled thousands of spiritual fields on the edge of Baita Mountain. As a result, the herdsmen came to the east and were robbed within a few days. Misfortunes do not come alone, but also floods and droughts, natural disasters, Miaojiang rebellions, and Liaodong bandits, which have made the imperial court overstretched.

The sky will be late and the dark wind will be heavy. The son suddenly turned around, walked down the tower, and went straight to the son's house. Rong Hui was stunned and quickly followed him all the way to the door of the house. He was relieved to see the maid close the door of the house and open the court guard array. Several people looked at each other and smiled and went back to their residence together. Walking on the road, someone couldn't help complaining: "The prince's determination is beyond the reach of the dust!"

Thirteen people lived together in a quadrangle courtyard. Rong Hui came at the latest and lived directly into the door. In the hut, he had just sat down, and the servants of the dining room then sent him to eat. A white steamed bun and a bowl of millet porridge. Seeing that it was still five-grade spiritual rice, he thanked him, personally sent the servistrate away, and closed the door.