Chapter 481: Iron armor still exists, fighting spirit is immortal
Chapter 481 The iron armor still exists, but the spirit of battle is immortal
In the evening, the sun went down and the temperature dropped a lot. Many people were enjoying the shade under the big tree at the entrance of the village. There were old people playing chess together, and occasionally a few young people would gather together in twos and threes to talk about the world. Most of them were some Children, running around, having fun.
Gu Qingshi appeared at the entrance of the village with the coffin on his shoulders, and immediately attracted everyone's attention. It was really too terrifying. That huge sword, together with the coffin, was at least ten times bigger than Gu Qingshi's body. times.
The children were a little scared. They hid behind trees, or behind the adults, and watched furtively. Some vigilant young people began to prepare weapons. This is a special period. The battlefield has swept across Cangzhou, and everyone is very vigilant. .
Gu Qingshi stood at the entrance of the village, gazing at the village under the setting sun quietly, and recalled in his mind that when he was at the foot of Yangzhou Mountain, there was also such a beautiful small village there, and he also had a group of friends, and one of them was holding his hand. , little Pearl who was always worried that he would get lost.
Thinking about it, a foolish smile appeared on Gu Qingshi's face.
Perhaps because of his infectious smile, there was a little girl with runny nose, about three or four years old, biting her thumb, walked up to him, and said with a smile: "Little brother, are you tired?" ?”
Gu Qingci grinned, shook his head and said, "My brother is very strong, I'm not tired."
At this time, someone has already approached.
Coincidentally, Ding Yun ran over at this time, bowed to everyone, and said: "Blind daters, my young master is a martial arts practitioner. He carried the coffin to send his brother home. He came from Qingzhou. There were many wars along the way. They are all walking on small roads, passing by Guibao today, I have disturbed you so much, I hope you will forgive me!"
Out of the crowd came out an old man with a cane and a fan. His body was hunched over, his brows were kind and his eyes were kind. He seemed to be respected. He came out, cupped his hands and said, "Little old Wang Zhien, Tim is the head of this village."
Ding Yun hurriedly saluted, and said: "It turns out to be Village Chief Wang, the junior Ding Yun is polite." After finishing speaking, he introduced Gu Qingshi and said, "This is my son, Gu Qingshi."
Wang Zhien nodded and said: "Young Master Gu, Young Master Ding, it is fate to be here, I will ask someone to arrange a place for you, please!"
"Thank you!" Ding Yun said.
Ding Yun, who looks like a scholar, is quite respected. In addition, Gu Qingshi is also simple and honest, and he is young. The people in the village are not wary of them, and they are very enthusiastic.
From Wang Zhien's mouth, Ding Yun learned that this village used to have a lot of people, but then it gradually decreased, and it lacked contact with the outside world. The number of people gradually increased.
Ding Yun is a very sociable person, and he started chatting with people in the village in a short while. It just so happens that there are also young people in this village who speak and quote scriptures, which stunned many people. There are really few, which is why scholars are so respected.
It was also because of the courage of an adult, and because Gu Qingshi was like a child, carrying a coffin, followed by a large group of young children. Later, when Gu Qingshi put down the coffin, many children climbed onto his sword Going up to play, Gu Qingshi was not annoyed, he even picked up those children with a sword, making a group of children very happy.
He also knows the names of many children, such as Tietou, Erhuzi... and Erya, who has a runny nose and is always wiping on his clothes.
Wang Zhien arranged for them a small unoccupied courtyard, not too big, but not too small. Ding Yun and a group of scholars were chatting in the pavilion, while Gu Qingshi brought a group of children. For a while, the courtyard was very lively.
Because of the war, everyone cherishes this hard-won stable time, and everyone has a satisfied smile on their faces.
It wasn't until nightfall that the village head, Wang Zhien, simply arranged for a small banquet to be held in this courtyard, and the crowd began to disperse slowly.
At the door, a group of children surrounded Gu Qingshi, sharing the candies that Gu Qingshi brought out, Erya pulled Gu Qingshi's sleeve, and stammered: "Little Shitou... brother, Erya, Erya tomorrow... tomorrow Can I still play with you?"
"Of course you can!" Gu Qingshi didn't think that Erya got him dirty, he touched Erya's head, and said: "However, it's late today, you have to go back, brother will fish for you tomorrow! "
"Goodbye, Brother Little Stone!"
Someone in the village held a torch and slowly disappeared into the night. Gu Qingshi sat on the threshold, put his hands around his head, looked at Ding Yun, and said, "Ding Yun, I like this place. In the mountains beyond the mountains, it is just as beautiful when it is not enlightened."
Ding Yun wanted to say something, but when he blurted out, he changed his words: "It's very beautiful, and my subordinates also like it, but, leader, it's late at night, let's rest first!"
"You go first!" Gu Qingshi said: "I want to watch the stars for a while. When I was young, I liked this time period. My brother didn't study, so I sat next to him and listened to him tell stories, even though he didn't speak well. , but the stars are beautiful, always beautiful!"
The night was very dark, Ding Yun sighed softly, did not speak, did not leave, just stood not far from Gu Qingshi, stood quietly, his mood is very complicated now.
Just half an hour ago, Long Xingkong sent the news that there was a large army coming here. The goal was very clear. At most one day, they would find this small village that was as beautiful as a painting.
Long Xingkong asked him to take Gu Qingshi out of here tomorrow.
Because, this village will cease to exist after tomorrow.
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In the village, in a house.
Wang Zhien threw away the crutch, and walked into a secret room. In the empty secret room, there was only a set of black armor, full of strong historical atmosphere, and mighty. A black spear, even in the dark, was still visible at a glance. will be able to see.
He gently stroked the armor, from the helmet to the combat boots, back and forth. At some point, he took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it slowly.
In the darkness, a few more people came in, and an old man of about the same age spoke first: "Commander, Xia Guo's army is here, and they will arrive here tomorrow evening at the most."
Wang Zhien was still cleaning the armor, his voice trembling slightly: "The iron armor is still there, the spirit of battle is immortal, and the Iron Buddha is undefeated. After tomorrow, brothers, we promise to see you in the next life!"
"Iron Buddha, undefeated!"
In the secret room, there was a rush of voices.
The iron armor still exists, and the Iron Buddha remains undefeated! ,
The spirit of battle is immortal!
The spirit of battle is immortal, and the army is never forgotten!
(end of this chapter)