By this evening, the sun sets and the temperature drops a lot. Many people enjoy the cool under the big trees at the entrance of the village. There are old people playing chess together. Occasionally, a few young people gather together to chat in groups. The most common ones are some children, running around and having a lot of fun.

Gu Qingshi appeared at the entrance of the village with a coffin, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. It was really a bit too terrifying. The giant sword and a pair of coffins were no less than ten times larger than Gu Qingshi's body.

The children were a little scared, hiding behind trees or behind adults, watching secretly, while the vigilant young people began to prepare weapons. This was a special period, and the battlefield swept across Cangzhou, and everyone was very alert.

Gu Qingshi stood at the entrance of the village, staring quietly at the village under the setting sun. He saw in his mind that he was at the foot of the mountain outside Yangzhou, which was also such a beautiful village. He also had a group of friends, a little bead that held him and was always worried that he would get lost.

As he thought about it, a foolish smile appeared on Gu Qingshi's face.

Maybe because of his smile, there was a little girl with a runny nose bubble, who looked 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 and shook his head and said, "Brother is so strong, not tired."

At this time, someone had approached.

It happened that Ding Yun ran over at this time, bowed to everyone, and said, "Dear everyone, my young master is a martial arts practitioner. He carried a coffin and sent his senior brother home. He came from Qingzhou. The wars were flying all the way, and they all walked on small roads. Today, I will be disturbed by the precious land. I hope I will forgive my sins!"

An old man with a cane and a fan walked out of the crowd, hunched over with kind eyes, looked quite respected, walked out and bowed, "The kindness of the little old man, I am the village chief of this village."

Ding Yun hurriedly bowed and said, "It turned out to be the village chief Wang, and the younger generation Ding Yun has been polite," and said, "This is my young master, Gu Qingshi."

Wang Zhien nodded and said, "Young Master Gu, Mr. Ding, it's all fate to be here. I'll ask someone to arrange a residence for you, please!"

"Thank you!" Ding Yun said.

Ding Yun's appearance as a scholar is quite respected. In addition, Gu Qingshi looks honest and honest, and young, the people in the village are not wary of them and are very enthusiastic.

From Wang Zhien, Ding Yun learned that the village used to be quite crowded, but later it gradually decreased and lacked contact with the outside world. It was a paradise. Some time ago, war broke out suddenly, and many people fled here one after another, and the number of people gradually increased.

Ding Yun is a very good at socializing. After a while, he started chatting with the people in the village. It happened that there were young people in this village. When they spoke, they quoted classics, which made many people stunned. After all, there are really few scholars these days, which is why scholars are so respected.

Because of the courage of an adult, Gu Qingshi was like a child, carrying a coffin, and a large group of little kids were followed by him. Later, when Gu Qingshi put down the coffin, many children climbed onto his sword to play. Gu Qingshi was not angry, and carried the children with swords, making the group of kids very happy.

He also knew the names of many children, such as Tietou, Erhuzi... and Erya who had runny nose bubbles and always wiped them on his clothes.

Wang Zhien arranged for them a small courtyard where no one lives. It was not big, but it was not small. Ding Yun and a group of scholars chatted in the pavilion, while Gu Qingshi and a group of children were in the middle of the night. For a moment, 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 was not until night that the village chief Wang Zhien simply arranged for someone to hold a small banquet in the courtyard that everyone began to disperse slowly.

At the door, a group of children surrounded Gu Qingshi and divided the candy that Gu Qingshi took out. Erya pulled Gu Qingshi's sleeve and stammered: "Little Shitou...Brother, Erya, Erya tomorrow...Can you still have fun with you tomorrow?"

"Of course!" Gu Qingshi didn't mind Erya's body getting dirty. He touched Erya's head and said, "But it's very late today. You have to go back. Brother will fish for you tomorrow!"

"Goodbye Brother Xiaoshitou!"

Someone in the village held a torch and slowly disappeared into the night. Gu Qingshi sat on the threshold, wrapped his hands in his head, looked at Ding Yun beside him, and said, "Ding Yun, I like this place. It is beautiful, just as beautiful as when I was outside the mountain and didn't open my mind."

Ding Yun wanted to say something, but when he blurted out, he changed his words: "It's very beautiful, and my subordinates like it too, but, leader, it's late at night, let's take a break first!"

"You go first!" Gu Qingshi said: "I want to see the stars for a while. When I was a child, I liked this time period. My brother didn't study, so I sat next to him and listened to him telling stories. Although he didn't speak nicely, the stars were beautiful and always beautiful!"

The night was very dark, Ding Yun sighed softly, without saying anything or leaving, and stood not far from Gu Qingshi, standing quietly. He was in a very complicated mood now.

Just half an hour ago, a large army came to this place when Long Xingkong was sending news. The goal was very clear. At most one day, you will find this small village as beautiful as a painting.

Long Xingkong asked him to take Gu Qingshi away from here tomorrow.

Because this village will no longer 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 a strong sense of history, and also majesty. A black spear could still be seen at a glance even in the darkness.

He gently stroked the armor, from his helmet to his combat boots, back and forth, and at some point, he took out a silk squid and wiped it slowly.

In the darkness, a few more people came in, and an old man of about age took the lead: "Commander, the Xia army is here, and we will be here at most tomorrow evening."

Wang Zhien still wiped his armor, his voice trembling slightly: "The iron armor still exists, the fighting soul is immortal, the Tiefutu is undefeated. After tomorrow, brothers, we will make an appointment to see you in the next life!"

"Tiefutu, undefeated!"

A rapid sound rang in the secret room.

Iron armor still exists, Iron Pagoda is undefeated!,

The soul of war is immortal!
Chapter completed!