Qilingyi, the snow is long and the vast whiteness comes into view. The heavy snow here is unique. The heavy snow is flying all over the sky, as clear as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke, and as soft as willow catkins. They all float down from the sky covered with clouds. The trees and tents are covered with silver, and the ground is covered with thick white snow, covering the entire earth tightly.

The corpses outside the city were covered with heavy snow, and occasionally a little bit of red was revealed. It was basically impossible to see that I had experienced a very fierce war before. Someone might come to take away the corpses, or they might be forgotten, but more likely they would be covered up by the more tragic wars that followed and add more corpses.

On the broken walls, an old man held a knife in the wind. He had been standing here for a whole day, from the morning to the beginning of the day, witnessing the first beacon, until now, the sky is coming and the dusk is coming, and he is here.

But his blue shirt was still the same as usual, with no snowflakes at all, and he had never been soaked in the snow. The floating snowflakes would automatically disperse when they fell within three feet of a radius, as if they were blocked by an invisible and colorless wall.

Because he is a great practitioner, his true energy is invisible and evolves automatically to protect him. Not to mention snowflakes, he is standing in the rain of arrows. As long as his true energy is endless, he will not be able to get close to him. This ability, in the eyes of ordinary people, is no different from an immortal god.

The thin and simple old man was still hunched over. But all day today, he stood proudly in the snow, giving all the county soldiers standing in the cold wind and not knowing the life and death of the road ahead. A great practitioner and a legendary innate warrior did not kill a single person. He stood in the snow for one day and became the spiritual pillar of thousands of people.

His name is Ning Qing, an old man in his seventies.

As soon as Gu Qingci stepped onto the city wall, he saw the hunched but arrogant back at first sight, lonely and desolate, but it made people feel very safe. He walked over slowly, raised his hands slightly, bowed his fists, and said with a respectful look, "Old Ning, thank you!"

Gu Qingci knows more than anyone else how helpful it is to the morale of the army as a congenital warrior, a great practitioner who is willing to stand alone in the snow, holding a knife and cheering with a knife. It can be said that as long as Ning Qing stands here, no one will take a step back.

Ning Qing held Park Knife's hand and slowly moved it away. The dry palms were not too bloody due to their age. They looked like they had only a layer of skin. When he sent it away, Park Knife was still standing on the ground and had frozen.

"Mr. Gu, I don't want you to thank me. I should say thank you. You are a real hero on the battlefield today. I admire you!"

Ning Qing spoke with a sincere tone, and bowed slightly, which scared Gu Qingci hurriedly supported him, "Old Ning, there is no need to be like this, I can't bear it!"

Although there was a big conflict between Gu Qingci and Ning Qing before, today, the gap between the two disappeared a lot, not to mention that now we are facing the enemy together. Although it is impossible to clear the grudges with a smile, no matter how big the grudges are, they cannot be as tight as the war.

Gu Qingci did not accept Ning Qing's worship because of this reason, not because of the identity of Ning Qing's great practitioner, but because of his respect for an old man or an old man who is dedicated to the people, he deserves respect for this spirit.

Gu Qingci and Ning Qing stood on the city wall together, looking at the north.

At this moment, a white figure appeared beside Gu Qingci, carrying countless snowflakes, and suddenly appeared. It was Qin Keqing, but she was still as plain as a snow lotus. She said softly: "You have two subordinates looking for you, and it seems to be very anxious. He said yes, the Beimo army is coming!"

Gu Qingci jumped and looked at Ning Qing. Ning Qing grabbed the handle of the knife at the first time, pulled it out of the ground with a "brush", breaking through a pile of ice and shattering the ground.

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In Changling County, heavy snow is still lingering, which makes people have endless imagination, but walking in the hazy snow fog makes people unable to bear the snow-covered road. Sitting upright in the inn to watch the snow on the bluestone slabs fall like silk in the dark twilight, it often makes unreasonable sorrow fill my heart, as if the snow not only wet the ground, but also the heart.

Therefore, when it snows, there is a little more melancholy!

In the distance, there is a contour of a mountain. Everything in the old city gradually expands as it gradually drifts away, and finally gathers and weathers gradually disappear. It stops in the gray and white form in the form of floating dust. After that, the dust settles little by little, and occasionally some snowflakes will fall in and melt quickly on the body.

The Confucian shirt was thin. Although he had a pot of wine and a pot of carbon fire in front of him, Ma Zhibai still felt a little chill. He tightened his clothes, put down the books in his hand, and slowly stood up. The middle-aged man with a big knife behind him followed, and the two were only five feet apart.

Ma Zhibai walked to the window and looked at the heavy snow, the sky was dark, and it was almost night. He couldn't help but sigh. Thinking of what happened today, he couldn't help but sigh and said softly: "If I, the official in Daxia, only for my own selfish desires and do not listen to the people's news, wouldn't that be...ah..."

Although Ma Zhibai is well-read in poetry and knowledgeable, and is full of righteousness, he is a child of an official family and is also a county's parent official. He can't say some words in his heart and is very vigilant. Although he sighs a lot, it is just right.

"Young Master, I think that Gu Qingci is definitely not a good person, so Master Zhang Zhihuan will let you come here." The middle-aged man with a knife looked at Ma Zhibai's back and spoke for a long time.

Ma Zhibai shook his head. As soon as he entered Changling County today, he went straight to the county government office, but was turned away. He had never seen anyone in the huge county government office. He sent someone to search for it for a while, but no one was seen.

In desperation, he left the county government and investigated everywhere in the city. What made him even more disappointed was that every household in the entire county town had closed their doors. Even if he saw a few people, they were basically from the world. It was obvious that the public security in Changling County must be extremely poor, which made the people unwilling to go out. The great county town was full of life.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ma Zhibai decided to find an inn to stay in first, and sent his book boy to follow two Liushenjun constables to find the residence of Changling County County Zun, preparing to visit tomorrow. The excellent education made him hold back his anger, but he had decided that he would definitely go to Changling County Zun to take good theory tomorrow. The book of sages is not like this!

After arriving at the inn, Ma Zhibai also asked the waiter. However, after hearing the words Gu Qingci, the waiter was shocked, with tears in his eyes. He looked to the north from afar, sighed long and said nothing.

The waiter's reaction made Ma Zhibai confirm his guess. Gu Qingci must be a fish-stewed village and harming the people. Otherwise, how could this waiter react like this? He didn't want to say anything more, and he showed sadness on his face. There must be a sad past, which is related to this county magistrate.

Thanks to the book friend for the "last minute" reminder. I will give some explanation here. First: In the chapter of receiving gifts, 10,000 taels are set too much, and the adjustments have been made. Second: As for recruiting ten thousand taels for the servants, it is necessary to recruit thousands of people, which should be normal. Third: As for the golden finger, this thing is illogical. If it is necessary to be logical, there should not be any gold fingers. Fourth: The mental attitude of the protagonist kills people is just to not procrastinate and not to be subdued. Moreover, the protagonist's personality is also behind.
Chapter completed!