Chapter 860 Working in Kunlun Mountain

King Hesheli's originally tense face gradually showed a smile of relief. He nodded slightly, a hint of surprise and excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Oh? Really? This is great!"

Shi DaMi nodded heavily and said firmly.

"It's absolutely true, Your Majesty! With an army with such high morale, why worry about not winning this battle?"

The joy in Hesheli's heart was intertwined with the longing for future wars.

He knows very well that morale is one of the key factors for victory in war. Now that the soldiers have such fighting spirit, it will undoubtedly increase their chances of winning the upcoming war.

Although there are still many difficulties ahead, at this moment, he is full of confidence in this war with the Han Dynasty.

"Okay! In this case, you two must continue to inspire the soldiers and keep this morale. At the same time, you must also make all preparations before the war without slacking off. I will fully support you from the rear and look forward to your triumphant return. Return!"

King Hesheli's voice echoed in the hall, full of majesty and power.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will definitely live up to Your Majesty's expectations!" Smith and Armas responded in unison, their voices resounding throughout the entire reception hall.

Shi Dami took a step forward and raised his hands and asked: "Your Majesty, since the morale of the soldiers is so high, do you dare to ask when it is appropriate to send troops to attack the Han Dynasty? Our army has already prepared horses and trained troops, and is waiting for your order to rush to the battlefield."

Armas also nodded in agreement.

"Your Majesty, I am just about to ask for instructions on this matter. The hearts of the soldiers have already flown to the battlefield. If we attack at this time, we will be like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable."

Hesheli pondered for a moment and glanced at the military map hanging in the hall, which marked the mountains, rivers, terrain, passes and cities of the Parthian and Han Kingdoms.

He paced with his hands behind his hands, stopped after a moment, and spoke with a firm expression.

"Two generals, I know that our soldiers are anxious, but even though the fighting opportunities have appeared, they still need to be polished. I intend to train our troops for another four or five days. By then, our troops will be more skillful and our cooperation will be more tacit, so that we can be foolproof."

Shi Dami and Armas looked at each other. Although they were anxious, they also understood the king's intentions and responded in unison: "Your Majesty is wise, and I obey your decree."

Hesheli nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal.

"Two generals, please step aside. In the past few days, we will pay close attention to troop training. I will make appropriate arrangements for logistics matters such as food, grass, weapons, etc., so that the expedition army will have no worries."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The two saluted again, then turned around and exited the hall with strong steps.

The sun shone on their departing figures, reflecting their heroism and determination as they were about to rush to the battlefield.

In the main hall, Hesheli sat back on the throne, staring deeply into the distance, silently planning every move of this war. A storm sweeping the two countries was already brewing.

The strong wind howled wantonly in the extremely cold place, and the world was vast, as if all life was swallowed up by the severe cold.

Xi Yu rode a horse and trudged forward with difficulty.

Finally finding a mountain col with leeward wind, Xi Yu dismounted, held the reins and hid in it.

His hands and feet were already numb from the cold. It took a lot of effort to take out the diagram of herbal medicine drawn by Song Shuwen from his sleeve. The paper was slightly wrinkled due to the bumps and cold and dampness along the way. On the diagram was a plant with slender leaves and a top. Herbs with blue flowers.

Xi Yu tightened his cloak tightly and looked firmly at the ice field outside the mountain col.

He knew in his heart that this trip to find medicine was like looking for a needle in a haystack. No one could be sure that there was any herbal medicine. Even if there were, it was unknown whether it could be successfully harvested in this harsh environment.

Carefully folding the herbal diagram and putting it back into his sleeve, Xi Yu patted the horse's back and said softly: "Old man, let's look for it again."

The strong wind was blowing in this extremely cold place, and the cotton-padded clothes on Xi Yu's body were like a thin layer of paper, unable to withstand the biting cold at all.

He crossed his arms tightly, his teeth couldn't stop chattering, and his body was shivering uncontrollably.

In this bone-chilling gap, a thought quietly crept into his mind, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Is it really worth it for a little girl?"

The hardships along the way, now catalyzed by the severe cold, made his heart waver.

"What on earth am I doing? This ice field is so dangerous. If I can't find the medicinal herbs, wouldn't my life be in vain?" Xi Yu's eyes were a little confused, and his steps slowed down unconsciously.

The wind blew harder, and the sand and gravel hit my face painfully.

However, after a moment of hesitation, the light ignited in his eyes again, and he slapped his head hard: "I'll take care of myself now that I've come! Am I, Xiyu, the one who shrinks from battle?"

Even for this little bit of hope, he couldn't give up.

Xi Yu straightened his spine again, faced the cold wind, and continued to walk forward, one foot deeper and one foot shallower.

Every step on the frozen soil is accompanied by firm determination, exploring the unknown depths. Although the cold is eroding, the warmth in my heart is gathering little by little - the warmth born to protect others.

The top of Kunlun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland isolated from the world.

Luo Xiaoyu stood with her hands behind her hands, looking at the continuous snowy peaks in the distance, and sighed heavily.

Beside her, Xiaohong stood quietly, bathing in the cold mountain breeze together.

"Xiaohong, I don't know what's going on with the Prime Minister now." Luo Xiaoyu clenched her fists and said with a bit of annoyance in her voice: "Now I am living a privileged life in Kunlun Mountain, with no intention of repaying my kindness, but nothing has been accomplished. Every time I think about it, it's true that Shameful."

The mountain wind blew his clothes and made a rustling sound, just like his restless heart at the moment.

Xiaohong shook her head gently, looked at Luo Xiaoyu with soft eyes, and whispered softly: "Brother Xiaoyu, it is indeed difficult for you and me to repay the Prime Minister's great kindness. But don't blame yourself too much."

At noon, the sun shines on Kunlun Mountain, and the Taoist temple is peaceful.

Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong walked to the dining hall. As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw many Taoist priests already sitting inside.

Qingfeng and Mingyue are practicing in seclusion, so the affairs on the mountain are currently in charge of a Taoist named Guang Lingzi.

After Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong entered the dining hall, they sat quietly aside.

Soon, Taoist Priest Guanglingzi also arrived. After he took his seat, everyone began to eat.

There were simple meals on the table, and everyone ate in silence. Luo Xiaoyu ate the food in the bowl quietly, and Xiao Hong did the same. The entire dining hall only heard the slight sound of the bowls and chopsticks occasionally touching each other. Everyone was just like this. Enjoy your meal in a peaceful atmosphere.

In the dining hall, the sun shines through the carved window lattice, casting patches of light and shadow.

The Taoist priests, Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong sat on both sides of the quaint long table, eating quietly, with only the slightest sound of bowls and chopsticks touching.

Suddenly, a little Taoist priest swallowed the food in his mouth, looked puzzled, and asked Taoist Guanglingzi softly: "Brother, why is there so much food today?"

This sudden question caused ripples in the quiet atmosphere, and everyone's eyes turned here.

Taoist Priest Guanglingzi paused for a moment with the chopsticks in his hands, raised his eyes and looked at the crowd. His eyes finally fell on Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong. The smile on his face seemed gentle, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

"We cultivators have always had a simple meal to fill our stomachs. But now when guests come, we have to take everything into consideration. Considering that young people have a big appetite, we naturally have to prepare more."

Although there was a mention of "consideration" in the words, there was a hint of blame.

For a time, the gazes of many Taoist priests were directed at Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong like spotlights.

Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong were on pins and needles eating this meal in the dining hall.

The looks from the Taoist priests around them were like heavy stones, weighing them down.

After finally waiting until they finished eating, the two of them returned to their residence as if they were running away.

As soon as he entered the yard, Luo Xiaoyu pulled Xiaohong straight to his room and slammed the door. His face was filled with anger and his cheeks were bulging. He was pacing back and forth in the room, the wooden boards under his feet creaking. ring.

Xiaohong stood aside, lowered her head, twirling her clothes uneasily with her fingers, and muttered: "Brother Xiaoyu, it's all my fault for causing trouble to everyone."

When Luo Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately stopped, walked up to Xiao Hong, held her shoulders with both hands, and said anxiously: "Xiao Hong, how can I blame you! It's that Guang Lingzi. He doesn't mean that we eat him. It’s a lot of trouble!”

Xiaohong's eyes were red and her voice was choked.

"But we do have food and accommodation here, which puts a burden on the Taoist priests..."

Luo Xiaoyu raised his head, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Xiaohong, what do you mean this is!" Luo Xiaoyu stopped suddenly, looked at Xiaohong and said, "Although we are here under the arrangement of the Prime Minister, the two Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue also nodded in agreement. At the beginning The Prime Minister still insists on paying for room and board, and he confiscated it out of love, so why are we living and eating for free now and attracting people's disapproval? "

The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, and his eyes widened, full of anger.

Xiao Hong stood aside, wringing her fingers and whispering.

"Brother Xiaoyu, although I can't remember too many things, I also know that I have to abide by other people's rules in other people's places. Let's pretend we didn't hear anything about today's incident..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and her eyes showed some helplessness and grievance.

"Didn't you hear? They already said that, why do you pretend you didn't hear it!" Luo Xiaoyu stamped her feet, rushed to the table, and sat down heavily.

Xiao Hong walked over gently, sat down next to Luo Xiaoyu, held his hand and whispered persuasion.

"Brother Xiaoyu, don't get so angry. Let's treat it as the prime minister and bear with it. Maybe one day the prime minister will come back and everything will be fine."

Luo Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at Xiaohong, the anger in her eyes gradually turned into determination.

"Okay, Xiaohong, I listen to you. For the sake of the Prime Minister, I can swallow my anger for a moment. But don't go too far. If they dare to make things difficult again, I will never give up!"

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Xiaohong waited for him to calm down and said softly: "Brother Xiaoyu, if that's the case, then I'll go back to the room."

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Xiaohong, although she was full of unwillingness, she still nodded.

"Okay, you go back and rest early. If you need anything, call me."

Xiao Hong nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the room slowly, closing the door gently.

Passing through the quiet courtyard, the moonlight shines on the stone road, reflecting her lonely figure.

She knew in her heart that everyone was having difficulties at the moment, and it was better to have one less problem than one more problem.

Not long after, Xiaohong returned to her room. The room was a little dark, so she went straight to the bed and sat down without lighting a lamp.

The wind rustled outside the window, and her thoughts drifted away. She couldn't help but worry about the whereabouts of the prime minister, and thought about how to be more careful on this mountain in the future to avoid causing trouble again.

In Kunlun Mountain, life is getting harder and harder. I only hope that the storm will subside soon.

Xiaohong was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window in trance. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence.

She stood up and opened the door, and saw a little Taoist boy with a somewhat reserved look on his face.

The little Taoist boy bowed slightly and said softly: "I want to tell you something. The Taoist priests on our mountain have been very busy recently, and their daily practice classes are full. So I was thinking, if you have time, can you help go down the mountain to beg for food, and also carry water and wash vegetables. In this way, the Taoist priests can also free up time to concentrate on practice, which is good for everyone."

Xiaohong's heart "stomped" for a moment. She understood that this seemingly negotiating tone was probably not a room for refusal.

After all, in this mountain, you are living under someone else's roof.

She bit her lip lightly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded in response: "I know, little Taoist boy, I will tell Brother Xiaoyu."

The little Taoist boy smiled and bowed again: "Then it's hard for sister, thank you for your trouble." After that, he turned around and ran away briskly.

Xiaohong gently closed the door, leaned against the door, and looked up at the dark roof.

She knew that from now on, life in Kunlun Mountain would be even more difficult. Not only would she have to be cautious, but she would also have to share more work.

But what else could she do?

Xiaohong hurried to Luo Xiaoyu's door and knocked lightly. Luo Xiaoyu opened the door and saw Xiaohong's anxious face, and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

Xiaohong relayed the little Taoist boy's words to him in detail. After listening to him, Luo Xiaoyu's face instantly darkened, and he said angrily, "Humph, they really know how to take advantage of every opportunity. They just gave us a cold shoulder in the dining hall, and now they have come up with a way to stop us from eating white rice and send us to do these rough work." He clenched his fists, his joints turned white, and he was obviously extremely angry.

Seeing this, Xiaohong hurriedly pulled his sleeve and gently advised: "Brother Xiaoyu, don't be angry. We live here anyway, so we should do some work. If we work harder, won't we feel at ease when we eat in the future? Just think of it as repaying the prime minister and being able to continue to live here safely."

Luo Xiaoyu's chest rose and fell violently. He paced back and forth in the house for a few steps. After a long while, he stopped and let out a long breath. Although he was still unwilling, he nodded helplessly: "Okay, Xiaohong, I'll listen to you. It's just work, we are not afraid! But if they dare to deliberately make things difficult, I will never forgive them."

Xiaohong nodded slightly, with a trace of relief in her eyes.

"I know, Brother Xiaoyu. Let's do the work first, and then talk about the rest slowly."

Luo Xiaoyu stared at Xiaohong, his eyes full of emotion, and praised sincerely.

"Xiaohong, you are so kind." After saying that, he couldn't help but grab Xiaohong's hand, his eyes burning, "It's not hard here at all. As long as I can work with you, I feel very at ease and full of happiness."

Xiaohong didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and her cheeks turned red, like a ripe purple eggplant, hot.

She lowered her eyes in panic, her heart was beating like a deer, and she hurriedly pulled her hand back, whispering: "Brother Xiaoyu, you... don't talk nonsense."

Hands twisted the corners of her clothes nervously, and her body turned slightly to the side, trying to hide her inner shyness.

Luo Xiaoyu came back to her senses, realized her own gaffe, scratched her head, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I... I just said it sincerely, I couldn't help it."

Xiaohong turned back to the house as if she was escaping, with hurried steps.

The morning light was just beginning to appear, and the soft light sprinkled on the winding mountain path of Kunlun Mountain.

Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong got up early and prepared to start a day of chores.

Luo Xiaoyu walked to the well in the yard, tied the bucket skillfully, turned to look at Xiaohong, her eyes full of pity: "Xiaohong, you go pick some vegetables, carrying water is too heavy, I can do it."

As he said, he put his hands to work, and steadily lifted the shoulder pole, carrying two buckets of water and walked down the mountain. Although his steps were a little laborious, they were firm.

Xiaohong nodded gently, responded with "OK", and walked towards the vegetable garden.

In the vegetable garden, all kinds of vegetables were fresh and tender. She squatted down and carefully picked the mature leaves, with a gentle hand, for fear of hurting them.

After a while, Luo Xiaoyu came up the mountain with two full buckets of water, his forehead was covered with sweat and his cheeks were flushed.

After he poured the water into the water tank, he went to chop wood without stopping. The axe was raised high, and then dropped heavily. With a "crack", the firewood cracked. His clothes were already soaked with sweat.

After picking the vegetables, Xiaohong was busy washing vegetables and rice, preparing to cook.

Although the two were busy, they cooperated tacitly. They occasionally looked at each other and smiled slightly. It seemed that there was a power that did not need words flowing in each other's hearts.

After a busy morning, the meal was finally ready.

The two walked to the dining hall with the meal. On the way, Xiaohong whispered: "Brother Xiaoyu, you have worked hard today."

Luo Xiaoyu grinned: "It's not hard. As long as I am with you, I am happy to do anything."

On this day, the sun was warm and the breeze was blowing the grass and trees of Kunlun Mountain.

Luo Xiaoyu was chopping wood with sweat on his head. The axe in his hand rose and fell, and the firewood cracked with a "crack".

Xiaohong was concentrating on washing vegetables not far away, and water droplets splashed on her sleeves.

Not far away, several Taoist priests who were originally responsible for these odd jobs happened to pass by. Seeing the busy figures of the two, they exchanged a tacit look and quietly slipped into an empty room next door.

As soon as they entered the room, one of the Taoist priests couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh: "Today is finally a relaxing day. With these two free laborers, we can save a lot of energy in the future and concentrate on practicing."

"That's right," another Taoist priest echoed, his face full of pride, "At first I was worried that they would eat and live for free, but now it's great, it's of great use, we can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor."

Everyone was talking to each other, their words were full of secret joy and calculation, as if they had already seen the leisurely days in the future.

They didn't notice that not far from the window, Luo Xiaoyu looked up while chopping wood, and happened to catch a glimpse of their swaying figures. The axe in his hand paused for a moment, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

He pursed his lips and thought to himself: These Taoist priests are too much, they really think we are easy to bully. However, in order to continue to stay on the mountain and wait for the prime minister, he will hold back his anger for the time being. (End of this chapter)