Huan Chong still didn't give up. He had already arrived at the city gate, but he was still watching from a distance and refused to go back to his room.

"Maide Lang, the view here is far worse than above. You can't see anything."

"If there is any news, the guards will definitely send it immediately."

"You do not understand!"

Huan Chong gave Huan Yi a strong shake and moved him aside.

"News also depends on feng shui. As long as I stand here, the feng shui in Xinye City will be much better, and news from far away will be delivered faster."

"If I leave, the news that should come tonight will have to wait until tomorrow!"

What's the point?

Never heard of it?

How can living people be related to Feng Shui?

The older Mr. Huan gets, the more abnormal his brain becomes!

Huan Yi was helpless. Since the old man refused to go back and he couldn't force it, what should he do?

Of course, it is to create a better environment for him, the kind that will help him wait for news here.

After a while, the bed for one person to sit on was brought out, drinks were placed, and the side dishes were arranged.

In order to make General Huan have more fun here, Huan Yi specially arranged for a few acquaintances to eat and drink with Lao Huan.

Among them was Liu Chun, the general who also made military exploits in the first battle of Xiangyang.

"Eh!"

"Wild King, you should have done this a long time ago!"

Looking at the good wine and good food, Huan Chong was as happy as a flower. With good wine and beautiful scenery, it was another wonderful night!

"Ye Wang, why don't you sit down and eat together?" Mr. Huan drank a glass of wine and said with a smile.

Huan Yi ran and waved: "No, no!"

"I'd better go back and look at the map!"

Tsk tsk...

"You don't even know how to enjoy this kind of delicious food. He is just a person who worries about his life!"

"I'm so young, I can't think about it!"

You see, in terms of being able to think openly, Huan Yi is definitely no match for Mr. Huan. The old man has always been a master of being able to think openly.

Those who are broad-minded are like the cross streets of Chang'an City.

Of course, except for being plotted against by old man Xie An.

When he thought of those little stumbling blocks that old man Xie had secretly used, Huan Chong's anger surged to his forehead, and he drank a few more drinks unconsciously.

"General!"

"General, wake up!"

Although Huan Chong had been drunk for a long time, Liu Chun was very sober. He had no one to hate in the Jin Dynasty. Moreover, he was very proud recently. Although Huan Chong himself did not receive any specific reward in the battle of Xiangyang,

, his subordinates were promoted to official positions accordingly.

Under such circumstances, even if you pull Liu Chun's ear and make him hate Xie An, he won't be able to hate him.

There were several young generals around him. Liu Chun ate a few bites of vegetables, drank a few sips of wine, and glanced at the moon in the sky, feeling happy.

The moon was extraordinarily round that day. Such a round moon quickly made Liu Chun associate the date.

Huan Chong opened his eyes from the haze. The young general who pushed him had a look of horror on his face, as if he had been frightened by something.

"what happened?"

"Di Qin is coming?"

The groggy Liu Chun could only think of this one thing that could make the young generals show such expressions.

"That's not what the general is like!"

"The moon is very round tonight!"

Huan rushed towards the sky and raised his eyelids: "It is indeed very round."

"What's going on?"

Hey!

My General Huan!

Why are you so unhurried?

He is still able to keep his composure!

"General, today is July 15th!" The young general said seriously while shaking Mr. Huan's shoulders desperately.

Huan Chong asked curiously: "Is there anything wrong with this day?"

"Look at how you look scared."

Looking around, Huan Chong was surprised to find that there was more than one person with a frightened expression on his face, and all the young generals sitting together had such an expression.

As a result, General Huan sobered up and his mind became clear.

"General Huan doesn't know?"

"Today is the Ghost Festival!" the young general said in a serious tone, as if this was such a grand and indispensable festival.

"Hungry Ghost Festival?"

"What kind of festival is that?"

I don’t know, Lao Huan really doesn’t know.

"I didn't expect that General Huan didn't know anything about these folk customs."

"Now that Tianshi Tao is very popular in our country, Jin Dynasty, this Zhongyuan Festival is a festival spread among Tianshi Tao."

"I heard from their insiders that every time during the Ghost Festival, the underground spirits, monsters, and devils would come up and let a hundred ghosts walk at night!"

"Very scary!"

Just mentioning this festival and some of the things that might happen, the young generals already felt the dark wind behind them.

Chilling.

"You listen to their nonsense!"

"I'm telling you, those Celestial Masters are accustomed to using this set of gods and ghosts to deceive people."

"As long as there are no ghosts in our hearts, we don't have to be afraid of anything. We haven't done anything wrong, so why should we be afraid of ghosts?"

"Besides, we are soldiers. We go to battle to kill the enemy, and hundreds of enemy soldiers died in our hands, not to mention thousands. If we believe this, then do we still go to the battlefield?"

"If there are really ghosts in this world, wouldn't there be ghosts floating everywhere in Xinye City right now?"

Huan Chong said these words originally to encourage the soldiers and tell them that there are indeed no ghosts and gods in the world. They are soldiers, let alone those things.

But who would have thought that everyone could barely hold their own even if he didn't speak, but when he said this, they couldn't hold themselves still at all.

"General Huan, stop talking!"

"We're all scared to death!"

The young generals were trembling, hoping that Huan Chong would shut up quickly. Huan Chong was resentful that these people, after all, were still too young to believe these legends.

When they reach his age and have seen all kinds of hardships and pains in the world, they will know that ghosts and gods are never the most terrifying things.

The most terrifying things in the world are always created by people!

Those people who died tragically, those destroyed cities, the wandering life, and the uncontrollable fate, every time I think of these, Huan Chong really feels that the cold starts from the soles of his feet.

Thinking of those bad things again, Huan Chong's good mood was completely disturbed. He stood up and was about to leave, but he discovered that there were some unusual movements on the tower.

Several soldiers ran towards Huan Chong and shouted: "General!"

"The messenger is back!"

"There is news from Chang'an City!"

"News from Chang'an!"

"I knew that as long as I didn't leave, news would definitely come!"

"King Huanye still doesn't believe it!"

Huan Chong, who had been filled with emotion just now, suddenly became stunned when he heard these words. He jumped up and snatched the bamboo tube from the messenger's hand.

"Ha ha!"

"Let me see what happened in Chang'an City!"

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To be continued...