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: The Prime Minister's Thought

Zhao Dongting even saw a farmer practicing sword in front of his home holding a wooden sword, and his sword skills were quite charming.

Jun Tianfang went out from here, but when he returned to Shu, he suddenly became even quieter.

In this way, it took more than twenty days to cross the ridge in the middle of Shu. Five people passed through Tongchuan Prefecture and finally arrived at Chengdu Prefecture Road.

The counties in the Southern Song Dynasty were divided into ranks, and the same was true for the prefectures.

Prefectures and prefectures are at the same level, from top to bottom, they are Jing Prefecture, Fuzhou, Xiongzhou, Wangzhou, Jizhou, Shangzhou, Zhongzhou, and Xiazhou. As the secondary prefecture, Chengdu Prefecture has a prosperous life far beyond Leizhou. Even Leizhou is now far from comparable to Chengdu Prefecture, both in terms of population, military strength, and city area.

Tongchuan Prefecture, the main mansion on Tongchuan Prefecture Road next to it, is just a Kinzhou, which is much worse than Chengdu Prefecture.

This place is the most prosperous place in Shuzhong and the center of the entire Shuzhong.

The Zangjian Pavilion is hundreds of miles north of Chengdu Prefecture, and is standing above the Jianmen.

This also made Chengdu Prefecture a place for swordsmen all over the world to pilgrimage.

To the south, there is Shangzhou Jiading Prefecture, which is where Ying Er stays now.

Zhao Dongting and Wu Amiao told him that he was going to Jiading Prefecture, which was probably the place where the two separated.

In the evening, the sunset hangs on the low hill, and five people lead their horses into the city.

The guards on both sides of the city gate seemed a little lazy and did not question them.

There are many swordsmen like Zhao Dongting and others who lead horses into the city, which seems extremely lively.

If you were in Leizhou, there would be few people on the street at this time, but when Zhao Dongting and others entered the city, they would see pedestrians flocking to each other.

Wu Amiao and Yun Jin are both like curious babies, looking around.

Le Wuchen came to Shuzhong when he was young, and at this time he couldn't help but sigh, "Chongqing Prefecture has flourished countless times compared to thirty years ago..."

Jun Tianfang said, "It's the Lantern Festival coming."

The Chengdu Lantern Festival was originally a custom of putting lanterns on the Lantern Festival, but later gradually developed into a grand festival that lasted for nearly a month.

Even Zhao Dongting came from later generations and heard about the Chengdu Lantern Festival. In later generations, every time I waited, I would have many folk musical arts, acrobatics, and juggling performers gathered on the streets, parks, and various local snacks, sugar-casting loads, grass handles selling windmills, etc., which were very lively. It is said that there were more than one million tourists at each Lantern Festival.

Although there were not many tourists in this era, countless people from Shu gathered in Chengdu.

As the poet Lu You said in his poem "Dingyou Shangyuan", "The beautiful peak of the court is suddenly on the beautiful mountain, and tourists and ladies are crowded with thousands of ladies. The sky is boiling in the Wu Gate, and the lights and torches are moving at dusk."

Looking at the many colorful lights that had been hung in the city, Jun Tianfang's expression seemed even more complicated at this time.

He had never mentioned his past, but Zhao Dongting and others could see that he was afraid that he had an unbearable past in his heart.

The sword immortal came from Shu, but left Shu, and it was impossible for no reason.

There are often only two reasons for leaving home. Either because of a livelihood, or because things change, people are unwilling to see things and think about people again.

Zhao Dongting and others finally found an inn with courtyards in the city and spent a lot of money to live in.

Most of the time they come and go are swordsmen and gossips. When eating in the inn, diners often carry weapons with them on each table, which makes Zhao Dongting feel the artistic conception of the martial arts world.

In Shu, countless people in the world are flying moths to the fire.

Two days later, Zhao Dongting took Wu Amiao to eat all the streets and alleys in Chengdu Prefecture, but the time of separation was finally here.

Wu Amiao doesn’t love landscapes, doesn’t love beauty, and has no interest in Lantern Festival, and only has a sword in his heart.

Zhao Dongting was not in a hurry to go to Jianmen. He also wanted to stay in Chengdu Prefecture to see what kind of Shuzhong is like.

On the morning of the third day, Wu Amiao said goodbye to Zhao Dongting, saying that he planned to go to Jianmenzang Jian Pavilion.

Zhao Dongting did not stop him, but just handed Wu Amiao the Qigong he had already written.

In this world, he has few real friends. Wu Amiao, who doesn't understand his true identity, is one of them.

Wu Amiao didn't know nothing. He could tell that it was an internal skill mental method when he saw the picture above. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Dongting said, "Don't rush to thank me. This internal skill is my kindness to you. If you have the chance in the future, you have to pay me back."

Wu Amiao was actually planning to refuse, but when he heard this, he put the paper in his arms and said with a smile: "When I become a real swordsman, I will give you two lives. The lives of all people in the world, my own lives, and anyone else's lives can do it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the house.

"Hello!"

Zhao Dongting called him, "The future number one swordsman in the world, do you want me to give you another sword?"

Wu Amiao turned around and patted the sword behind him, "No, this sword is my sword."

Then he left without looking back.

The separation between men does not have too much sadness and endless lingering words.

Zhao Dongting murmured, "What will happen if the sword only has the hilt and no sword body once it is unsheathed?"

Wu Amiao didn't let him see his sword, but Zhao Dongting was not such an honest person. He had secretly watched while Wu Amiao was fishing in the river.

That already ordinary sword was empty under the hilt.

Wu Amiao left, but the lantern festival arrived.

This also means that the end of the year is approaching.

Chengdu Prefecture is even more lively, with lanterns hanging everywhere. Lanterns spread from the city to the shore of Gui Lake outside the city.

Countless people, wanderers, rich children, ladies, and jasses from the small family swarmed out of the city and headed towards the shore of Guihu Lake.

The city is also filled with people and there are a wide range of lanterns.

Chengdu has become the real country of heaven, and the colorful hazy lights envelop the entire Chengdu Prefecture, like a city in the rays of sunset.

Zhao Dongting and Jun Tianfang were happy for no expense, and the rhyme brocade appeared and disappeared among the crowd.

Yunjin is wearing a veil, and there are still many people like her. In this era, women who stay in the boudoir all year round are mostly dressed like this.

But her slim figure still attracted many pedestrians to look at her.

Zhao Dongting was wearing brocade clothes and a jade pendant hanging on his waist, as graceful as a noble young man.

When you arrive at Guihu Lake, there are countless lanterns hanging on the lakeside, like stars, illuminating the entire Guihu Lake.

There are also lanterns flashing in the lake, and countless flower boats flow.

Countless people stroll under the lanterns by the lake. Literary chant poems and write pairs, sit on the table and drink lightly, and guess riddles. Women pick up flowers and smell lightly, and the flowers bloom with fragrance.

This scene is much more lively than the Leizhou Courtesan Conference.

Zhao Dongting looked at such a lively scene and seemed to suddenly understand what kind of life he should pursue.
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