Duan Ling was a little too excited. When he was with Li Jianhong, his life was unrestrained, with a vast world, and he didn't worry wherever he ran. Li Jianhong would occasionally let him control his horse and run around the plain.

"Will you ride a horse for a while?" Li Jianhong asked interestingly.

Duan Ling wanted to try it out, but he had never ridden a horse alone, but if Li Jianhong didn't protect him, he would be a little scared.

"Come on!" Li Jianhong turned over and got off the horse, slapped the horse's buttocks casually. The horse immediately neighed and rushed out. Duan Ling was so scared that he screamed, turning his head and shouting: "Dad——!"

Li Jianhong waved at him, whistled, and the horse flew up, crossed the stream, and galloped away. Duan Ling shouted repeatedly, feeling excited at first, but when he turned around, Li Jianhong was gone, and immediately panicked. He tried to turn the horse's head, but the horse did not listen to the order. Duan Ling was shocked and shouted, "Don't run away! Dad! Where are you, Dad!"

The war horse rushed into a forest, Duan Ling almost fell down, hugged the horse's back tightly, shouting in a crying voice.

"Dad——!" Duan Ling shouted, "Where are you?!"

The whistle ceased with a slump, and Li Jianhong appeared behind the tree and looked at him with a smile.

Duan Ling almost passed away, hurriedly got off the horse, hugging Li Jianhong tightly.

"It's called Wanli Bixiao." Li Jianhong patted the divine horse, and the divine horse lowered his head, sniffed, and rubbed Duan Ling. Duan Ling then breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's the Wusun horse." Li Jianhong held Duan Ling with one hand and pulled the reins with the other, explaining, "Dad saved the life of the Wusun King under the Qilian Mountains, so they used this horse as a thank you."

"It ran so fast," Duan Ling said, "almost threw me off."

Li Jianhong said: "When he escaped from the snow mound, it saved his father's life."

At noon, Li Jianhong and Duan Ling walked through the woods. Duan Ling saw many fruits that could not be named and asked, "What is this?"

"Daughter fruit." Li Jianhong glanced casually and said, "It's too sour. Don't eat wild fruits on the roadside. The more colorful things are, the more likely they are to be highly toxic."

"I don't eat it, what kind of tree is this?" Duan Ling had extraordinary curiosity. He gradually discovered a crucial thing - no matter what questions he asked Li Jianhong, he could get a convincing answer, rather than Lang Junxia's "Don't ask, you will know in the future."

"Poplarus." Li Jianhong replied, "I looked like willows when I was a child, and I was extremely drought-resistant after stretching."

Li Jianhong knew almost everything. Duan Ling thought to himself what else to read, and just ask his father if he had something to do.

Duan Ling asked again: "Are we going to sleep outside tonight?"

"That won't happen." Li Jianhong said seriously, "Before sunset, I guess my son can have a hot meal in Huaide."

Duan Ling: "Where is Huaide?"

"A place in Xinzhou." Li Jianhong said.

"Where is Xinzhou?" Duan Ling knew nothing about this world.

Li Jianhong replied: "The Liao Taizu is above the capital, and Shangjing Road is the first road in the middle of the 19th Road. Wherever the south goes, it is connected to Xinzhou. From Xinzhou and then south, it is the Great Wall."

Duanling of the Great Wall knew about it and said: "After passing the Great Wall, it is Yubi Pass. Go south and go south to Zhili and Hebei Road..."

"That's right." Li Jianhong avoided the branches of the tree and replied, "It's Shangzi, Runan, now it's all the territory of the Liao Kingdom."

Duan Ling asked: "Are Chen Guo further south?"

"The Yangtze River returns to Chen from north to south." Li Jianhong sighed and said, "In Xichuan, Jiangnan, Jiangzhou and other places."

Duan Ling asked again: "Then you said, we will go back to Chen State in the future, will we?"

"I really want to go back?" Li Jianhong asked.

Before he knew it, Li Jianhong took Duan Ling to his horse and walked along the stream. Duan Ling said immediately: "The Master said that the south is beautiful, but unfortunately I have never seen it."

Duan Ling didn't know that it was too much for him to imagine a distant paradise that he had never seen before.

"Far from afar, I miss my homesickness." Li Jianhong turned over and said, "Thinking about the north in the south in the south in the north, and the Han people all have ordinary thoughts. Yes, the south is very beautiful."

Duan Ling gradually understood many things after being in Shangjing for five years. He understood that the iron hooves of Liao went south, and the Han people left their hometowns and survived. Every Han people in Shangjing were hoping to return to the south one day.

"Did our family also disappear when the Liao army headed south?" Duan Ling asked.

"What?" This question interrupted Li Jianhong's thoughts. The horse ran slowly. Li Jianhong touched Duan Ling's head and replied, "Our home is still here, but it's almost done."

"Who else?" Duan Ling never thought that he had relatives, but on this day, he suddenly realized that he was like other people, including fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts and other relatives, just like the "Fourth Uncle" he had never met in his father's words.

"Your fourth uncle," Li Jianhong replied, "All fifth aunts are here. Dad tells you that my son only needs to remember in his heart and must not speak out."

Duan Ling nodded, and Li Jianhong said, "Dad ranked third, and there is a eldest brother above. He died before he was young. The second sister was not a legitimate child, so he died early. The fourth brother is still in Xichuan and has no descendants. Your fifth aunt married to Jiangnan."

"Where is Dad's father?" Duan Ling asked.

"It's still here." Li Jianhong said, "He likes your fourth uncle, but I don't like your father, I... go!"

So Li Jianhong's feelings for the south were very complicated. Duan Ling understood it, and at the same time felt that Li Jianhong's avoidance of the past, so he sensibly stopped asking.

As soon as Jiangzhou reaches late spring and early summer, it is full of snow-white jade flowers, with eight branches standing together, thriving. The lonely mountain is set against the clear sky, like a washed blue. Occasionally, colorful kites fly from afar, reflecting in the lake and mountains, chasing birds after being twisted, disappearing at the end of the forest.

Lang Junxia was wearing a sky blue robe, leading the horse down the winding plank road. He passed Jiangzhou City and did not enter. He drank the southern water by the Yangtze River and boarded the long-distance boat. The boat would go north along the river, enter the river through the foot of Yuheng Mountain, bypass the most difficult road to walk to the capital of Nanchen.

He rarely talks along the way, and when guests get off the boat, he will follow him, stand on the shore for a while, bow and drink a handful of water. Three months later, Lang Junxia finally arrived in Xichuan.

The city walls are lush and green. When autumn comes, they will bloom with lotus flowers.

After entering the capital, he came to a library in Xicheng and twisted off the rusty lock. The inside was covered with dust. Chuchu settled the horses and fed some hay. Lang Junxia took off the bag, pushed open the door, walked into the library, and suddenly stopped.

Under the dim sunlight, a masked assassin stood, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and seemed to have just arrived.

The assassin was burly and about nine feet tall, not inferior to Li Jianhong. He held a sword in his hand, and stood in the hall like a mountain, staring at Lang Junxia with his face covered eyes.

"Hello." The assassin said the first sentence.

Lang Junxia pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword beside his waist.

"My name is Changliujun." The assassin said the second sentence, slowly stretched out his finger, pulled the cover down, showing a handsome appearance.

"I'm here to kill you."

Chang Liujun said the third sentence.

Lang Junxia had already drawn the sword without waiting for Chang Liujun to raise his hand, but Chang Liujun had already held the sword in his hand. He was waiting for the moment when Lang Junxia's sword was only half drawn. Chang Liujun's Baihong Divine Soldier brought out a sword energy and was already in front of him.

This is the closest moment when Lang Junxia's life is to die.

However, Chang Liujun, who had everything, did not expect that such a careful arrangement was still the sword that was bound to take his life by Lang Junxia. He raised his left hand and pressed his right hand. He pulled out the three-inch Qingfeng and suddenly returned to the sheath. With a loud bang, the internal force was stimulating, and immediately locked Chang Liujun's sharp blade.

This move made Lang Junxia pay a great price. Then he held the scabbard in his left hand and turned around with the force of avoidance. The two of them exchanged positions and at the same time, Lang Junxia showed his right palm and Chang Liujun showed his left palm.

After all, the left hand was half a bit worse than the right hand. At the moment of facing the palm, the Changliujun's power-breaking stele was connected by Lang Junxia's general before touching the ground, and then it was resolved with soft power and pulled towards the wall. There was a loud bang, and the entire wall collapsed under Changliujun's palm power.

Lang Junxia squirted blood in his left hand, knocked open the door, failed to enter the market, and disappeared.

Chang Liujun took two steps forward, bowed to the ground and picked up a finger, put on a hat, returned to the prime minister's mansion, threw the little finger at the dog, put the sword back into the room, passed through the corridor, and returned to the study.

Mu Kuangda is writing a memorial that begged the emperor to give way and live his life.

"I missed." Chang Liujun stood behind Mu Kuangda.

"If I hadn't always said those three words before I started," Mu Kuangda said lightly: "I guess he can't escape, where did he hurt him?"

Chang Liujun: "His right hand is missing a little finger."

Mu Kuangda said: "I'm going to send a letter to the general, I guess he's happy."

Huaide County in the north is hidden deep in Alkin Mountain. When you go to the mountains and forests, you must pass through this place to go to the upper Kyoto. The county is extremely vast. The villages and villages are scattered in the deep mountains. Only the spider-web-like sheep intestine paths are connected to the county town. It was Maochun and the resources in the mountains were prosperous. Huaide became a place for material exchange.

This was Duan Ling's first time to come to a place other than Shangjing and Runan. His eyes were full of curiosity. He and Li Jianhong rode on horseback, passed through the market outside the village and town, and looked around.

"Hey! Do you want tiger skins and tiger bones?!"

“Where did it come from?”

"Do you eat candy?"

Duan Ling didn't dare to answer, and looked at Li Jianhong. Li Jianhong said, "What? You can take whatever you want. You don't have to look at your father. The money must be paid for you."

Duan Ling said: "Can't you talk to strangers?"

Li Jianhong laughed and said, "There is no such rule. If you want to say it, you will talk to whoever you want to say it."

So Duan Ling got to a herbal stall and asked curiously: "What is this? Is it beef?"

There were many strange plants deep in the Aljin Mountain on the stall, and one of the huge oxen-like beef attracted Duan Ling's attention. Li Jianhong just took a casual look and paid for Duan Ling.

"It's not that you can't talk to strangers." Li Jianhong led his horse and walked slowly in the market with Duan Ling, saying, "It's because in a strange environment, you must know what to say and what not to say, so as to achieve the goal of protecting yourself."

Duan Ling said "hmm" and knew that Li Jianhong was teaching himself how to deal with people.

Li Jianhong said again: "The same rice feeds hundreds of people. If you don't harm others in this world, you may not harm others."

"Then how do I know what to say and what not to say?" Duan Ling asked again.

"When you have nothing to do," Li Jianhong explained, "You can say anything, but you must observe the person you talk to, beware of the other party being malicious, not talking about the rich, not being poor to the rich, not being angry with men, and not being lustful to women."

"When you have something to do, don't let people know your identity at will, and you must be careful at all times." Li Jianhong also said, "If necessary, you must also make up another identity based on the local environment. The places where right and wrong are particularly common in the inn, and when it comes to important matters, you must keep your mouth shut. Especially inn shopkeepers, waiters, idle people, etc., you must not let them know what you are doing."

Duan Ling nodded, but nodded.

"After all, people cannot have greed on the road," said Li Jianhong. "As long as you don't greed for things that do not belong to you, you will save a lot of trouble."

Li Jianhong took Duan Ling to Dajian to stay in a hotel, and reported to the waiter for a day to stay in the hotel, and handed the documents to the shopkeeper for inspection. At that time, the situation in Liao Kingdom was complicated, and the tribes traveled from north to south, and the documents were different, so the shopkeeper could not find out why, so he ordered to open a room.

"Dad, are you still rushing to the road tomorrow?" Duan Ling lay in Li Jianhong's arms. Li Jianhong leaned against the head of the bed, hugged Duan Ling, and was still in a daze.

"Don't want to leave?" Li Jianhong asked.

Duan Ling answered "aheeically", a little sleepy, shook his head again, and said, "Let's go."
To be continued...