When the sunlight streamed down from the clouds, the leaves of the evergreen broad-leaved forest were still wailing in the wind. The mountains showed no sign of winter, and on the nearby field, a group of teenagers chased a gray soccer ball as they ran, fiercely competing. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨God¨Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

Ning Xi sat on a fallen log on the hillside, watching this scene from afar.

Martial spirit was prevalent in the Huaxia Army. Starting from the Bamboo Records period, a major entertainment project for employees was the arena competition for the title of number one master. After merging with Wu Rui's Battalion and officially transforming into the Huaxia Army, various internal martial arts competitions and Cuju tournaments became even more abundant. The Bamboo Records' propaganda department embedded Ning Yi's mischievous tastes, exporting martial arts stories on one hand and organizing rankings of "Top Ten" and "Top Hundred" masters internally and externally. To compete for these rankings and benefits, the army was lively up and down in this regard.

Ning Xi, among teenagers of thirteen or fourteen years old, could be considered an athletic talent, but at this time, watching the distant game, he was somewhat absent-minded.

Firstly, most of his partners were in Heden, and although there were a few acquaintances here in Jishan, they didn't interact often. Secondly, he had troubles in his heart and had no interest in other things.

The assassination two days ago had greatly shaken the young man. After the assassination, Chu Yi, who was injured, was still recuperating here. His father then entered a busy state of work, holding meetings, rectifying the defense forces of Jishan, and also warning outsiders who came to do business here.

Since his father returned to Heden, although he had not formally appeared before everyone, he no longer concealed his whereabouts too much, perhaps indicating that the Black Flag's attitude towards the Jurchens had become clear again. The price increase of cannons in Jishan caused a stir for a time, but after the assassination, the tightening atmosphere suppressed some of the voices.

Born in troubled times, the Jurchens' search of mountains and seas and devastation of Tiannan were only a few years ago. Although the Black Flag had a two-year period of dormancy and decline, even appearing to be accommodating when they first settled in Liangshan, people would immediately realize, after slightly shedding the gentle face that came with business, that this force, which had faced the Jurchens head-on in the Northwest without falling behind, was not to be trifled with.

But for Ning Xi, who was usually sensitive, he wasn't considering these things at this time.

He was confused in his heart, unsure how to face the injured girl. After thinking about it for the past few days, he hadn't gained much. Sometimes he felt that he would inevitably encounter more assassinations in the future, so it was better not to interact with the other party. At other times, he felt that this wouldn't solve the problem. In the end, he even worried about his brothers and sisters at home. He sat on the log for a long time. Someone walked towards him from a distance. Leading the way was his father, who had been busy these past two days and hadn't had much communication with him. It seemed that the busy work had come to an end.

He stood up and respectfully greeted his father. Ning Yi, who walked over, waved his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and sat down on the log. The last time Ning Xi parted with his father was only when he was nine years old. In his memory at that time, his father's figure was towering. When they met again, he realized that his father's figure was not tall or strong among the Green Forest heroes, but he was calm, casual, and had a mountain-like composure. This made Ning Xi quite envious. If he could be like this one day, perhaps he wouldn't be afraid of mere assassins.

"Actually, it's also a good thing," Ning Yi said with a smile after sitting for a while.

"Ah?" Little Ning Xi was slightly puzzled.

"In the past few years, I wasn't at home. In order to protect you, your mother, your Hong Ti, Aunt Xigua, Uncle Du, and others have put in a lot of effort. We had already prepared for the possibility of you... or even your younger siblings, encountering accidents..."

His father's calm words drifted in the wind. At first, Ning Xi was just listening with confusion, but when Ning Yi said the phrase "your younger siblings," he lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. Ning Yi looked into the distance, his words not stopping.

"But later, the other side was still relatively restrained. There were a few things that didn't affect you before they were eliminated. This is a good thing, but it may not be good, because you will eventually have to experience these things."

After he finished these words, he stopped speaking. Ning Xi also remained silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked ahead: "Daddy, I'm not afraid."

Ning Yi smiled. After a moment, he casually opened his mouth.

"You are not necessarily going to take over my position." Ning Yi looked at the thirteen-year-old child beside him and stroked his head. Ning Xi looked at his father, his expression showing that he didn't mind this: "If one day, you have to go to the battlefield with knives and guns, your mother and I will let you go."

When he mentioned this, Ning Xi's eyes lit up with excitement. In the atmosphere of the Huaxia Army, the thirteen-year-old boy had long harbored the heroic ambition to go to war and kill enemies. Now that his father could say this, he felt that the world had become wider.

Ning Yi examined the boy's expression, then turned his head: "But, life and death have value. My son may not become the leader of the Huaxia Army one day, but I hope that he can become a man who can be responsible for the people around him. Even if you can't take care of the entire Huaxia Army, taking care of your family, taking care of your mother, taking care of your younger siblings, is a responsibility you can't shirk."

Ning Xi sat there with his fists clenched, not speaking, his head slightly lowered.

"Our essence is the same, but the situations we face are different. A powerful and intelligent person must learn to understand reality, admit reality, and then change reality. You... are thirteen years old, and you have begun to have your own ideas and opinions. You are followed by a group of people who treat you differently, and you feel that something is not right..."

"I don't," the boy retorted, "Actually... I respect Uncle Du and the others very much..."

Ning Yi pursed his lips: "Well, then... let's put it this way. The reality is that you are the son of Ning Yi and Su Tan'er. If someone catches you and kills you, your family will naturally be sad and may make wrong decisions. This itself is reality..."

"I won't let them catch me."

"Then what if they catch your younger siblings? If I were a bad guy, I caught... Xiao Ke? She is never idle and is good to everyone. I catch her and threaten you to hand over the Huaxia Army's intelligence. What would you do? Would you expect Xiao Ke to die herself?" Ning Yi put his arm around his shoulder, "Our enemies can do anything."

"This matter is unfair to you, unfair to Xiao Ke, and unfair to the other children, but we will face such things. If you were not Ning Yi's child, Ning Yi would always have children. He is still young, and he has to face this matter—someone always has to face it. Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to this person, toiling his muscles and bones, starving his body, emptying his being, and disrupting his actions... You have to continue to become stronger, more powerful, and more intelligent. When the day comes when you become as powerful as Uncle Du and the others, even more powerful, you can protect the people around you, and you can... protect your younger siblings well."

Ning Xi sat there silently.

"If there are some things we can't figure out, we can think about them slowly. Let's not talk about younger siblings first. Ning Xi, haven't you been a little unfair to your friends?"

"Ah?" Ning Xi raised his head.

"Chu Yi has been injured for two days, haven't you gone to see her?"

"I... I've seen her..."

"Well, it seems like you haven't gone..."

Ning Xi lowered his head, not wanting to say that he pretended to pass by and glanced at her from afar.

"I remember you were very good when you were young. When you were in Xiaocang River, you went out to play and catch rabbits. That time you broke your head, do you remember how anxious Chu Yi was? Later, she has always been your good friend. I haven't seen you for several years. You have more friends now. Are you not good with her anymore?"

"No, Chu Yi, she, after all... is different..."

"How is she different? Is she a girl? Are you afraid of others laughing at her, or laughing at you?"

Ning Xi's face turned slightly red. Ning Yi patted the child's shoulder, but his expression became serious: "Girls are no worse than you, and they are no worse than your friends. I have told you long ago that people are equal. Your Aunt Hong Ti and Aunt Xigua, how many men can do the things they do? There are many female workers in Jishan's weaving industry, and there will be more in the future. As long as they can take on their responsibilities, they are no different from you and me. You are thirteen years old, and you feel awkward and don't want your friends to follow you anymore. Have you ever thought that Chu Yi would also feel embarrassed and awkward? She even has to endure your cold looks. She didn't hurt you, but have you hurt your friend?

"If you... no longer want her to follow you, of course, you can. But you grew up together, and you also learned martial arts with Aunt Hong Ti. If you can face enemies together, it is actually much more powerful than joining forces with others. Moreover, take out your magnanimity. She is your friend. What is there to be bothered about? You are a boy, and you will be a stalwart man in the future. Of course, you have to be more mature than her. You are my son and your mother's son. Of course, you have to be more mature and more responsible than other children! You think there will be rumors. What does it matter if you take responsibility and marry her..."

Ning Xi's face turned red in an instant. Ning Yi was still saying: "Your mother and I will arrange a betrothal for you... Uh, okay, let's not talk about it for now."

The father and son sat there for a while. They saw someone coming towards them from afar. The staff also came to remind Ning Yi of his next itinerary. Ning Yi patted the child's shoulder and stood up: "A real man faces things with grandeur. What others can't break, doesn't mean you can't break. Some small things, how difficult are they to do?"

After he finished speaking, he went to the distance with the staff. When Fang Shuchang leaned over, Ning Yi sighed to him: "Alas, I'm breaking my heart for the children..." Fang Shuchang didn't think so: "I think, are you being a bit nagging?" In this day and age, the father's authority is supreme, or the fist is supreme. Talking to children is really a strange thing: "My boys, I just beat them when they are disobedient, and now they are all fine. There's nothing to worry about. And the more you beat them, the tougher they become." Some people around nodded secretly.

Ning Yi curled his lips: "That's easy for you to say. Now these children, their heads are full of enthusiasm. When they blindly go to the battlefield, I'll scare you to death, you bastard."

"Sooner or later, they will have to experience it."

"Then they have to be honed well before they go. If they go with a feverish head, my wife will cry to death..."

"Sister-in-law is very generous... But didn't you just say that you would agree to him if he wanted to go..."

"Of course, I have to stabilize the situation first. If he has a day to go, it will be at least after he is twenty years old..."

"The Heart Demon is truly well-deserved. It's a whole set of scams and deceits for his son."

"Not only that, but I'm also ruthless... When people die, it's like a lamp going out. It's the living who are sad. I always hope that the younger generation has a better chance of survival..."

The group of people walked forward, laughing and talking. Later, the conversation became serious. In fact, among the high-level personnel who have reached this point, who doesn't have a few relatives and friends who have died in the war? Ning Yi is ruthless and black-hearted, and the executive personnel around him are also mostly cold-blooded in doing things and calculating, just knowing the cost of these oversights.

The adults gradually went away. After seeing his father off, Ning Xi sat on the log, thinking about these things. The group of teenagers in the distance were kicking the ball and making loud noises. After a while, a few people bumped into each other and started arguing and fighting with each other. They should all be from military families, and they were quite imposing when they started fighting. After fighting for a while, they were pulled away by the crowd.

The thirteen-year-old boy came down from the log, stretched out his hands, and took a long breath. He thought for a moment before starting to walk towards the city. Two figures followed him casually from behind.

The sunlight slanted down from the sky. The boy's steps were not very firm. He hesitated for a moment on the side of the city street, and then walked to the market to buy a small box of sesame candy to hold in his hand. When he was walking quickly to the house where Chu Yi was, someone came from the front and greeted him with a smile. It was his Uncle Wen Xing, who was in charge here.

"Coming to see Chu Yi?"

Ning Xi greeted Su Wenxing and asked how he was doing. He was too embarrassed to answer this question. The uncle and nephew walked together while talking. Seeing that it was noon, Ning Xi bid farewell to Su Wenxing and went to the nearby cafeteria for lunch—he was a little tempted to back down because of this interlude.

After noon, Ning Xi went to the small courtyard where Chu Yi was recuperating. The courtyard was quite quiet. Through the slightly opened window, the girl who had grown up with him was lying on the bed as if she was asleep. There was a teapot, a cup, half an orange, and a picture book on the bedside cabinet. Min Chu Yi was not very good at reading and writing, and she preferred to listen to people talk about books, or look at picture books, which was very childish.

Ning Xi walked in, sat down by the bed, and put down the sesame candy. The girl on the bed trembled her eyelashes and woke up, opening her eyes. Seeing that it was Ning Xi, she quickly sat up. They hadn't been able to talk properly for a while. The girl was very restrained, and Ning Xi was also slightly restrained, speaking haltingly and scratching his head from time to time. The two of them communicated "with difficulty" like this.

When they returned to Heden from Jishan together, the relationship between the two of them returned to as good as before. Ning Xi also became more cheerful than before. Before long, his cooperation with Chu Yi's martial arts improved greatly.

The days in Heden were not leisurely. After returning, a lot of things were pressed on Ning Yi. During the two years he was away, the Huaxia Army did the work of "de-Ning Yiization," mainly hoping that the division of labor in the entire structure would be more reasonable. After returning, it didn't mean that he could abandon the entire stall. Many deeper adjustments and integrations still had to be done by him. But in any case, every day he could finally see his wife and children, occasionally eating together, occasionally sitting in the sun watching the children play and grow...

Over the years, his wives had also undergone various changes. Tan'er became more mature. Sometimes the two would work together, chat, bury their heads in documents, and in the moment when they looked at each other and smiled, his wife was more like him.

Xiao Chan managed the affairs of the house, but her personality gradually became quiet. She was not a strong woman. Over the years, she worried about Tan'er, who was like a sister, worried about her husband, and also worried about her children and family. Her temperament became slightly melancholy. Her joy seemed to change with her family, always worrying, but also easily satisfied. Only in the moments when she was alone with Ning Yi, she laughed carefree, and it was possible to see the appearance of the somewhat confused girl with two pigtails shaking in the past.

Yun Zhu became more gentle and virtuous. Time settled on her like water, and she could always infect others. She taught the children and wrote some things. She, who used to live in the small building by the river, was young and restrained, wanting to try to return to the broken world of her childhood. Now, resilience and gentleness have finally settled on her. She takes care of the children at home and helps Xiao Chan share some things. In the past, when Tan'er and Hong Ti worked too late, she always brought things over to them, telling them to go home early. If the former official lady had never experienced the destruction of her family, one day, perhaps she would gradually become what she is today.

Only Jin'er still jumped around, not willing to stop like a female warrior.

There was also the gentle Hong Ti, Xigua who was busy with the cause of "democracy," and Juan'er who was Ning Yi's secretary...

Sometimes Ning Yi would recall the past of that life when he was free. After coming here, he, who originally wanted to live a simple life, eventually came to this busy and inextricable situation. But this situation was somewhat different from the busyness of the past. He remembered the gentle breeze and bright sunshine of Jiangning, or the gentle and heavy rain that covered the sky and the earth at that time, the people walking in and out of the courtyard, the red walls and black tiles, the chattering girls, such beautiful sounds, and the chess stall and small building by the Qinhuai River, the old man setting up the chess stall. Everything eventually passed away like flowing water.

Everything will eventually pass away like flowing water, but he couldn't calculate how long it would be before the future where he could stop.

Information from the outside world was also constantly coming in.

Just as the behemoth of the Black Flag was waking up in the mountains and slowly stretching its body, in the Central Plains, the "Hungry Ghost" forces led by Wang Shitong finally stirred up huge waves, causing a滔天 disaster.

Since August, Wang Shitong, driving the "Hungry Ghosts," began a war of conquering and plundering north of the Yellow River. At this time, the autumn harvest had just passed, and the food was still relatively abundant. The "Hungry Ghosts" let go of their last restraint. Driven by hunger and despair, more than 100,000 Hungry Ghosts began to attack the nearby areas, attacking cities and looting grain at the cost of a large number of sacrifices. After plundering and raping, they set the entire city on fire, and the people who lost their homes were then swept into the army of Hungry Ghosts.

In the space of two months, the Hungry Ghosts captured eight towns of various sizes north of the Yellow River. The cities were destroyed, and countless people died. General Pingdong Li Xizhi sent out 50,000 troops to try to disperse the Hungry Ghosts, but under the successive attacks of the expanding crowd of Hungry Ghosts, the army was crushed by the hungry sea of people.

The person in charge of the Black Flag Army who remained in the north had another private negotiation with Wang Shitong, trying to do his best, but it was meaningless.

The mad Ghost King was mindful of his original intention. The constantly expanding group of displaced people spread along the Yellow River and then crossed the river. At this time, snow had already begun to fall.

The disaster victims captured relatively few towns, searched, looted, and set a fire after emptying them, warming themselves in the fire, and then gradually froze and starved to death in the heavy snow. No one knew how many corpses would rot on both sides of the Yellow River after this heavy snow.

The natural disaster delayed this man-made disaster. The Hungry Ghosts trembled in the cold and died in large numbers. Among them, there may also be those who would not die, waiting for the revival in the coming year under this white snow.

In the north, a knight carrying an iron rod crossed the Yanmen Pass and walked in the heavy snow of the Jin Kingdom.

Shi Jin, the "Eight-Armed Dragon King" of Chifeng Mountain, the former "Nine-Tattooed Dragon," after recovering from his injuries, disbanded all the remaining forces of Chifeng Mountain and embarked on a journey alone.

Not good at the intrigue between people, Chifeng Mountain disintegrated in infighting. After he was defeated by Lin Zongwu, he finally felt confused about the road ahead. He had participated in Zhou Tong's assassination of Wanyan Zonghan, and only then did he understand the insignificance of personal power. However, the experience of Chifeng Mountain clearly told him that he was not good at being a leader. The chaos in Ze Prefecture, perhaps that person from the Black Flag was the real hero who could stir up the world. However, the past of Liangshan also made it impossible for him to come in this direction.

My life is no longer worth much... Thinking this, he returned to Zhou Tong's path.

Then he would go to the Jin Kingdom to assassinate Wanyan Zonghan.

At this time, a long ten years had passed since Zhou Tong's assassination of Wanyan Zonghan.

Traveling north all the way, he also met a few fellow travelers. A slippery man named Fang Chengye chatted with him happily, but not long after they traveled together, as they approached Yanmen Pass, the other party left.

——Fang Chengye was a little confused.

He planned the great chaos targeting Tiger King in Ze Prefecture. Later, he reunited with his master Ning Yi. Ning Yi suggested two directions for him: first, when the Hungry Ghost army had experienced enough wars, try to kill Wang Shitong and take over the Hungry Ghosts; second, help Nine-Tattooed Dragon rebuild Chifeng Mountain. Now the Hungry Ghosts are rampant, and it seems that they are really out of control. I don't know how many people will be alive after the snow disaster. Nine-Tattooed Dragon doesn't want to do anything and goes to his death alone. These things also made him really at a loss.

At the same time, in the small yamen of Wozhou, a man under the alias of Mu Yi was also enjoying a rare peaceful life. He had a wife and a son, and his son was growing up slowly.

"It would be great if we could continue to live like this."

He often said this.

In Xixia, the Mongol general named Chilaowen led troops to clash with the Jin troops led by Shulie Su in the Jin border three times. The Mongol cavalry came and went like the wind. The Jin Kingdom also tried the newly equipped cannons. After the two sides cautiously fought, the Mongols finally gave up trying to attack the Great Jin Kingdom.

Even the warlike Mongols were unwilling to gnaw on hard bones directly before they were truly powerful.

Xixia had been destroyed, leaving them with only the choice of going west from afar and inserting southeast.

The winter of the eighth year of Wujianshuo gradually passed. On New Year's Eve, the city of Lin'an was brightly lit and full of singing and dancing. The soaring fireworks decorated the city in the heavy snow especially lively. Heden, thousands of miles away, was a sunny day. It was a rare good day. Ning Yi took the time to take his family and a group of children to stroll the streets for half a day. Ning Ning and Ning Shuang, two three-year-old girls, competed to climb onto his shoulders. The surrounding children were noisy, what a warm scene.

After this day, they were one year older.

In the ninth year of Jianshuo, it rolled over everyone's heads...

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