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Rubatu hurriedly returned, and according to estimates, if the Xiongnu really wanted to attack, then they would attack in ten days.

After Lu Batu left, Tai Shi Ci and Guan Yu also arrived with five thousand soldiers and horses, this time due to the high-speed maneuver, the five thousand soldiers and horses were all one person and two horses, as long as they saw that the situation was not right, Ye Chen and they would withdraw.

This time, Ye Chen went out to fight and brought a lot of supplies, except for tents, weapons, and not much food, but when he arrived at the border, where could he replenish it.

With 500,000 arrows with them, Ye Chen and the others set off. In addition to bringing so many arrows for his own use, Ye Chen also planned to sell 100,000 arrows to the Wuhuan people, and the rest were transported to the border, depending on the situation.

This chapter is anti-theft.,Chapter.,Everyone sees that it's fake here.,But it's okay.,I'll change it to true in a while.,You can watch it later.,It's going to be changed before eleven o'clock.,It's causing trouble to everyone.,Forgive me.。。 The little bookman can't help it.

Today's acceleration code word is mainly to thank Meng Bao and wish her a deacon. I have been busy before, and the speed is relatively slow, and I haven't added much to it, but in the future, I will start to add more from the hall master, and the hall master will add one chapter, and the Dharma protector will have two chapters, so that the elders, the head, and the grandmaster will advance with this.

Of course, don't forget the alliance leader, although the newcomers and new books don't dare to ask for the alliance leader, but there must be some pursuits, so the alliance leader has to add ten more chapters.

Thank you again for your support, and thank you for the lovely lemon treasure.

"Hey. Old Dao, how can you say that death will die. ”

In the nameless small Taoist temple on the nameless mountain, a young man in his twenties sits on a futon on the ground, and a Taoist priest with white hair sits opposite; The Taoist priest's head hung slightly, and his eyes were closed.

"I've been with you since I was five years old, and now it's been eighteen years, and although you usually treat me in general, forcing me to learn miscellaneous things all day long, and only taking me down the mountain for two days a month, you can't say that you will die.

”

Zhang Fan didn't cry, but said to the old Taoist priest who had raised him for eighteen years with a little frustration, maybe cultivators are more open-minded.

"You have been teaching me to identify cultural relics, look at feng shui, and find tombs, and now that you are gone, once you die, how can you let me survive alone outside? Do you wear a Taoist robe to show people Feng Shui? Or find a grave for someone? ”

Zhang Fan said helplessly, he didn't know why he said this, as if he was complaining, he didn't hate this old way at all.

The slightly dilapidated Taoist temple, now there is only one living person, the cool breeze in autumn is blowing, Zhang Fan's mood is not high, this old Taoist is his only relative, although the old Taoist told him, his family is still alive, and he was forced to abandon him at the beginning.

But Zhang Fan didn't have the will to find them, let it all be fate, this kind of thinking and character is very similar to what Lao Dao learned.

Zhang Fan stood up and tidied up the Taoist temple, in fact, there is no need to tidy it up, it is relatively simple here, and there is nothing to do, just wipe off the dust.

In the past, Lao Dao wiped it alone, while Zhang Fan carried some miscellaneous things on the side, and sometimes practiced Tai Chi in that small courtyard.

Lao Dao is a master of the inner family, he himself said that he is one hundred and sixty years old this year, and in addition to teaching him Tai Chi, it is an unknown set of mental methods.

Zhang Fan wiped the portrait of Lao Tzu, wiped it very seriously, and rubbed it like he was learning the old way, and his demeanor seemed to be the old way rubbing.

Maybe he had a hunch that he wouldn't come back, after all, Zhang Fan had spent eighteen years here, how could he let it go easily.

Although Lao Dao told him that when he died, put his ashes away, then the karma between the two of them would be broken, but Zhang Fan couldn't achieve the open-mindedness of Lao Dao after all, and he was still reluctant in his heart.

After wiping the statue of Lao Tzu, Zhang Fan sat on the futon opposite the old road again, although the night was a little deep, Zhang Fan was still wearing an old shirt, and the autumn night was still very cold, but Zhang Fan was unaware.

An oil lamp flickered on and off, and the Taoist temple was a little light, but Lao Dao had always been accustomed to using oil lamps, and only Zhang Fan was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly when he was carrying things.

"Old Dao, you said that I have unbroken karma in the world, and I am not suitable for cultivation, then I will leave tomorrow." Zhang Fan said slowly, as if he was chatting with Lao Dao.

Zhang Fan nagged with Lao Dao like this until dawn.

"Old Dao, it's dawn, I should send you away."

Zhang Fan got up, he went to get a comb and combed Lao Dao's hair neatly, this was the first time he combed Lao Dao's hair, and it was also the last time.

After combing his hair and tidying up his robe, Zhang Fan went to work in a vacant lot in the backyard.

There is a lot of firewood in the backyard, which Zhang Fan cuts on weekdays, one is to cook on the fire, and the other is that Lao Dao asked him to chop firewood in the morning to practice his muscles.

The firewood was neatly piled into a pile, the firewood pile was one meter high, very wide, like a bed, Zhang Fan was very patient and slowly piled up, as if he didn't want Lao Dao to leave so early.

Although Zhang Fan piled it very slowly, it would always be piled up, and after the pile was finished, he went in and hugged Lao Dao out.

Lao Dao's figure of one meter and six is shorter than Zhang Fan, and the whole person is relatively thin, looking like a fairy wind bone, but it is very heavy, this is the first time Zhang Fan hugged Lao Dao, he estimated that Lao Dao had two hundred catties.

"How can it be so heavy." Zhang Fan couldn't understand why Lao Dao's thin figure was so heavy, but there were too many things that Lao Dao couldn't understand on weekdays, so Zhang Fan didn't delve into it.

Holding Lao Dao on the pile of firewood, Lao Dao looked like he was asleep, his face was still ruddy, and his skin was still elastic, not at all like a dead person.

Zhang Fan also tidied up Lao Dao's posture and let him lie down peacefully.

The fire was lit and grew stronger.

"Huh!"

Zhang Fan saw that Lao Dao didn't seem to have any effect in the fire, his robes were not burning, and his hair was intact.

The fire had submerged the old way, but the old way was unharmed, which made Zhang Fan feel very curious, but Zhang Fan was still calm, just a little surprised, and did not feel that it was incredible.

The books that Lao Dao showed him were a lot of all kinds of strange things in the world, such as thousand-year-old killings, curses, female corpses asking for their lives, and many more outrageous things.

The fire burned very strongly, and all of a sudden Lao Dao's body, along with his clothes, turned into ashes, like a sand sculpture, and suddenly scattered in the air, and then some bits of dust-like things floated into the air, and then were swept up by the wind, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Is this feathering?"

Zhang Fan has read in the book that a Taoist priest with a high level of Taoism can become an immortal after death, but there are only a few words in the book, and there is no specific description.

"This is the best destination for you, Lao Dao, haven't you always taught me to live freely?"

Zhang Fan looked at the air, there was nothing in the air, not even clouds.

"Empty"

This is also a kind of realm of the old way.

After the old way was feathered, the firewood was quickly burned into ashes.

"You told me that when you and I put your ashes together, it will be the time for you and me to break off karma, so is it considered broken now?"

Lao Dao left, Zhang Fan was suddenly a little confused, Lao Dao would leave in this way, maybe he didn't expect it before he was alive.

Everything has returned to dust, dust to dust, Zhang Fan returned to his room.

There was only one bed inside, and then there was a bookshelf with one ancient book after another.

Many of these books were taken back from the Japanese, when it was still the time of the Sino-Japanese War.

At that time, Japan had to collect Chinese antiques before they went anywhere, and all kinds of ancient books were also the focus of their collection.

Lao Dao said that there are many, many good things left by the ancestors that have been robbed by them, and at the same time, Lao Dao also said that it is not necessarily a good thing that the Japanese have taken away some things, and if they dare to use the things of the ancestors against us in turn, they will be retaliated by the ancestors.

It's just that Zhang Fan has never been able to understand the meaning of what Lao Dao said.

Looking at a large number of ancient books, Zhang Fan remembered that Lao Dao was meditating or wiping the statue of Lao Tzu, and he was reading books, and Lao Dao asked him to memorize many things.

"Put these books in the cellar." Zhang Fan knew that these books were very precious, but he couldn't take them away, the Taoist temple happened to have a cellar, and he didn't know what this cellar was for, and it was very big, so he moved all the books in.

After processing the books, there is nothing left for Zhang Fan to be nostalgic for, and he has a wallet on his body, which contains ID cards and bank cards.

Lao Dao said that he was not destined to return to the world, so he made these things for him and saved a lot of money in his card.

The rest is except for a set of clothes, which is the dragon-shaped jade pendant around his neck, which Lao Dao said was left to him by his family.

In this way, Zhang Fan, who was alone, went down the mountain.

The autumn wind gusted, but Zhang Fan didn't feel cold, he had never felt cold since he was a child, even in winter.

This is not the first time he has gone down the mountain, nor is it the first time he has gone to the city, he goes to the city for a few days every year.

The mountain where he is located is a nameless mountain, except for a small Taoist temple on the mountain is a wilderness, except for a few tourists who have been there every year, there are only two people in the whole mountain, he and Lao Dao.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】