Since following his master up the mountain, Qing Yin had never traveled further than the village at the bottom of the mountain. He first went to the blacksmith's shop at the head of the village and asked Blacksmith Li for directions to Wencheng. By chance, Blacksmith Li was driving a donkey cart to the county town to buy materials, so he agreed to give him a ride. Blacksmith Li asked him curiously, "Why does the young master have to go so far away all of a sudden? I haven't heard that there are any spiritual temples near Wencheng.

"Oh, I'm going to look for someone to find a destiny person."

After a windy journey, they arrived in the county town on the third day. However, they were surprised by the chaotic scene in the county town. They asked people to know, the original northern outbreak of a tragic war, fighting a country smoke, seems to have a chaotic image. People are on tenterhooks, families hoard food closed doors, people are on edge. Li Blacksmith was worried and advised Qingyin not to travel. Her village is in a remote area, a good place to get away from the chaos. But Qingyin insisted on going. Blacksmith Li had no choice but to buy materials and hurry back.

Qingyin set off on her own to Wen City, a journey of more than half a month. All the way through the wind and dust, Qingyin's clear face was covered with the color of frost, and his hair had grown an inch. Finally, he saw Wen City.

(Is this where she lives? I've finally arrived. This world is not peaceful, I wonder if she's okay."

Just when Qing Yin couldn't wait to enter the city, an accident happened. A soldier-like man stopped him, "You, come here."

"What's wrong with the scholar?" "You, still a monk. Where did you come from? Show me your identity card."

"I don't have any identification, I'm here to find someone." "Looking for someone? I think you're trying to avoid military service. Do you think you can get away with wearing a Zeng robe? Brothers, there's a fake monk trying to sneak through!"

Just as a group of soldiers swarmed toward Qing Yin, a car drove by behind the crowd, sending dust flying for a long time.

Qing Yin was forced to join the army. Her group traveled all the way north, marching to where the situation was most tense. Kiyone was forced to go at first, so she had a lot of resentment in her heart. However, after a few battles, he and the other soldiers experienced life and death together, and gradually they developed a camaraderie among comrades. In addition, they fought against the invasion of foreign enemies, and the sense of mission to protect the homeland was instilled in their hearts. Qingyin accepted his status as a soldier and began to dedicate himself to the battle of defending the homeland.

In one battle, Qingyin risked her life and brought a young military colonel back from the brink of death, but was seriously injured herself. Qingyin received a commendation from his superiors and was praised by his comrades for his bravery and loyalty, but no one knew that he did so only because the cadet's name contained the word "Zhao Qing. This military colonel named Zhao Qingyun was very touched and came to visit him many times, and the two of them talked happily and became brothers. "Qingyun, are your relatives back home still safe?"

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"I don't know. I asked someone to send a message back, but the person who sent the message came back and told me that my family left a long time ago, and I don't know if they have taken refuge. Hey, I don't know where my parents and my elder sister and younger sister are right now, and whether they are well.

"My Buddha is compassionate. Qingyun, I will protect you in their absence."

"Brother, you've been a secularist for so long, why do you still keep chanting the Buddha's name ......"

Five years of war had sharpened Qingyin's bones, his eyes were resolute, and he had a stern and murderous aura. The brotherhood between him and Zhao Qingyun was also growing deeper and deeper. That day, they were led into a difficult battle.

It was a dark night with torrential rain. Due to the mutiny of the previously captured soldiers, Qingyin and her party fell into the enemy's encirclement by trickery. They retreated into a sparse mountain forest, using only the cover of a few small trees to maneuver around the enemy. In the end, the boss gritted his teeth and decided to abandon his troops, while Qingyin's team was ordered to lure the enemy away and ensure the army's retreat. On the occasion of parting, Qing Yin finds Zhao Qing Yun. "Qingyun, this is for you, take care of yourself in the future."

Qing Yin hung the Buddha beads left by his master on Zhao Qingyun's neck. Zhao Qingyun's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face. He looked at Qing Yin and couldn't speak for a long time. In the darkness, he couldn't see Qing Yin's expression, only his smiling eyes shining with the light of compassion. Zhao Qingyun hugged Qingyin tightly, his voice trembling, "Brother, you will return safely, I'll be waiting for you.

"There is no need to be sad, a great man dies for his country. I would like to ask you one more thing. When the war is over in a few days, please hang this on my master's tombstone and consider my soul returned to my homeland."

Zhao Qingyun took the object that Qingyin handed him, it was a golden pocket watch that felt warm to the touch and carried Qingyin's body temperature. He knew that this was Qingyin's beloved object that never left her body.

"Brother, take care!" Zhao Qingyun watched as Qingyin turned and walked away, her figure disappearing into the dark forest. Many, many years later, Zhao Qingyun still clearly remembered that ink-dark night and Qingyin's brilliant star-like eyes.

Not long after, the sound of heavy artillery fire came from the distance. This time, the active attack caught the enemy army off guard and attracted the vast majority of the enemy's main force. The large force that included Zhao Qingyun took the opportunity to quickly retreat in the opposite direction, finally escaping the encirclement. They waited at the agreed upon location for two days, not waiting for a single member of the raiding party to return alive.

Battle after battle, Zhao Qingyun marched with his troops. But as fate would have it, after the defeat of the foreign enemy, a civil war broke out, and Zhao Qingyun finally followed his troops to retreat overseas, with no hope of returning.