Deputy Director Li of the Provincial Bureau is also an old leader I am familiar with. I came to the office under the guidance of his secretary. He greeted me at the door, held my hand enthusiastically, pulled me to the reception area to sit down, and asked the secretary to brew two cups of fragrant tea, saying that it was the West Lake Longjing that I just sent here, and asked me to taste it.

I don’t know how to deal with this kind of politeness. After all, on the top of Maoshan that day, I left my job without authorization and joined Maoshan. This matter has violated organizational discipline. Logically, I will have a lot of trouble at this time.

However, Deputy Director Li's gentle attitude made me not too nervous. He first greeted me and asked about my recent situation in Maoshan. After learning that I had become the third-generation chief disciple of Maoshan, his face was even more gentle and told me a situation, that is, my master Tao Jinhong was elected as deputy director of the "National Taoist Association" at the National Taoist Congress two days ago, and the National Taoist Association is one of the backstages of our bureau. In this way, I am actually waiting to study this time.

This is really good-looking, as if I was not wrong at all. However, since I went to Maoshan and joined the master's disciple, I realized that from then on, I will no longer be myself. Most of the time, I need to obtain my master's permission when I do anything.

This is not a compulsory act, but a kind of respect from the heart. I hope that my master can give me guidance before I can feel at ease.

As for the Religious Bureau, I used to be confused and thought it was enough to have a place to settle down, but now it seems that it is not what I expect.

I like many people here, many of my brothers and friends play here, but there are also many people I don't like.

Neutral, it has no sense of belonging to me at all.

Since I have no sense of belonging and identity, I will not look up to this provincial bureau boss who is much higher than me as before, but instead acted like a senior brother Maoshan to talk to him equally, and would not lose much in terms of his aura.

The two sides talked in a friendly and harmonious atmosphere. After I brought the airs out, Deputy Director Li never mentioned the incident of my departure without authorization, but talked to me about some interesting things that have happened recently.

The first thing I talked about is of course the war that has lasted for several years. With the beginning of the two mountains' rotation war, it is no longer a war about the destiny of the country, but has become a whetstone. Countless troops were rotated to the front line, sharpening the knife that had been rusted for decades. Many heroes have emerged in this. As for our secret front, Deputy Director Li mentioned several names to me.

The heavy cannon Xiao Yingzhong, the chief of the Dragon and Tiger Zhao Chengfeng, the swordsman Wang Peng of Qingcheng, and the stick-man of the Wumen Liang Nuer, these people are the most popular figures who have risen on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. Each of them can stand alone and replace those senior masters who have already sacrificed or declined.

The Observation Team of the Religious Bureau has changed three times, but there are only a few who can really stand up. There are many heroes left behind, and the ones that are blooming in a hundred flowers and contending with a hundred schools of thought.

When the wave ended, the country was in chaos and there were not many experts in the bureau able to hold back the scene. For example, when Jinling wiped out Jiyun Club, Director Li Haoran fought with us to fight to the death, and finally let Maoshan Yang Zhixiu take action before he could survive. It was very shabby, but now it is full of talents and the situation is getting more and more gratifying.

It is really exciting to be able to hear the names of my friends from this leader, but I feel a little uneasy when I think of them fighting on the front line while I am on the morning bells and evening drums on Maoshan.

After talking for a long time, I got to the point and learned that I wanted the provincial bureau to help me get a certificate so that I could take the sword to ride on the bus. He said there was no problem and immediately asked the secretary to do this.

We are on the secret front, and we have quotas for gun certificates, let alone the carrying of such controlled knives.

After the matter was done, I was not going to keep more, but Deputy Director Li held my hand enthusiastically and kept me for dinner. He would arrange it for me to see if he could get me a train ticket, otherwise he would go to sell it temporarily and would have to queue up to death.

I did not refuse this, as this is true for human relationships and society. At that moment, Deputy Director Li invited me to lunch in the cafeteria of the unit, and called Shen Chong temporarily, and Sister Dai Qiao came to accompany me.

The reunion of old friends was very lively. Deputy Director Li was not familiar with me and could not ask a lot of words. However, Shen Chong and Dai Qiaojie did not pay so much attention to me. They were also very kind to me now. They talked about some things after that day, but because Deputy Director Li was present, they just stopped.

Fortunately, Deputy Director Li didn't have time to cook with me. Halfway through the meal, the secretary brought me the train ticket, so he asked me to make friends here, and he left.

As soon as Deputy Director Li left, Shen Chong and Dai Qiaojie asked in a thorough manner. I did not hide it and told them carefully about the chief disciple of Tao Jinhong, the head teacher in Maoshan, and many things that could be revealed.

These words made the two sigh.

Everyone had a very tacit conversation, but I felt like I was returning home. I saw that the train ticket was really in the afternoon, so I didn’t have time to communicate, so I prepared to take a car to the train station.

Before leaving, Shen Chong took some money to me as travel expenses. I touched my pocket, and my hands were empty, and I didn't refuse at the moment.

My hometown, Mali Mountain, is located deep in Miaojiang, and is also the intersection between Guizhou, Hunan, Hubei and Xichuan. The road is not smooth and there are many twists and turns along the way. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to finally rush back to Mali Mountain at noon the next day.

There is a town outside Mali Mountain called Malichang Town. Compared to when I left with Luo Daji, it was really lively here. Even if it wasn't for the market, there was a crowd. I used to send most of my salary home to supplement my family every once in a while. Then I went to Maoshan, but I had no money on them. So I looked at these fresh things, and I drooled, then tightened my luggage and walked towards the mountain road.

I feel timid in my hometown, especially a wanderer like me who has been away from home for a long time, wandering on this mountain road that I am dreaming of. I don’t know what happened, but my stomach is shaking a little.

As I walked, I saw Tianjiaba, the familiar rice fields and small farm buildings, and the bamboo forests and fir trees swaying beside the village. It was fascinating to see. No matter how many wind and rain there were outside, no matter how much suffering I had suffered, this place is my safe haven, the harbor of my soul, and the sustenance.

I took a deep breath of the air in the mountain, which was still so fresh and natural, with the fragrance of plants and the fishy smell of the soil, making people cry.

After passing Tianjiaba and walking ten miles into the mountains, it is Longjialing.

During the Ming Dynasty, the Miao people changed their territory and returned to the river. Many Miao people changed their surnames, and "Long" was one of the big surnames. Although Longjialing was a Miao, Dong, Han and Buyi ethnic groups living together, most of them were Miao people, while my Chen family was outsiders. Walking along the way, I heard the lively sound of suona, which was played by "Sending off the little girl with eighteen pairs", which was the joy of marriage.

Although I didn't know that the family in the village was holding the wedding ceremony, my mood became very good and my pace accelerated a little. I walked to the entrance of the village and found that there was not even a free man, so I probably went to watch the fun.

I followed my memory and walked home halfway through the road. Someone next to me greeted me in confusion: "You are... the second boy from the Old Chen family?"

I turned my head and saw that it was an old man in the village. I didn't remember the name very much, but just when I looked familiar, I greeted him and called him "uncle". He immediately froze his face, showing a few missing teeth, and said to me, "I asked you a few days ago, why didn't your second child come? He said you are busy with work, I don't think it should be. No matter what Dafeng said, it's your real sister. Why don't you come back if she gets married? I didn't expect you to come back..."

As he said this, I felt excited. It turned out that the sound of the sound of the suona came from my house?

My sister, is she going to get married?

I don’t know what happened, but my nose was sore and I didn’t care about saying goodbye to the old man. So I hurriedly ran to the house and turned a few bends. I finally saw my home halfway up the hillside. I saw that my father and mother were indeed standing in front of the door, with a bunch of grass-roots teams playing music, and many villagers were crowding there, which was very lively.

I haven't seen each other for a few years. My father is old and my mother is old. Her hair is gray and her body is hunched. It makes me feel sad, but seeing the heartfelt smiles on their faces also makes me feel much better.

I don’t know what happened. I had a bang at that time and rushed to my parents with one step, and bowed my head.

Li Daozi and my master once told me that men have gold under their knees and cannot worship them casually.

But my parents had to kowtow to make up for my shortcomings that have been out all year round.

Dad, mom, I'm back.

My return home made the scene lose control for a while. My parents cried out loud, hugging me and cried bitterly. Later, someone stopped me and said that today was a good thing and I couldn't cry. After all, my mother told me to go back to the house first and put down my luggage.

I returned to the room and just hung the magic sword on the wall. At this time, the door was pushed open. It was Nuer who walked in. I held him tightly, very excited, and asked him why he was here.

Nur patted my shoulder, smiled on his face, and said in his stomach: "Your sister is my sister. She is married, you can't get back. My younger brother, of course, can't leave."
Chapter completed!