Sword comes

Autumn Reed Inn, the old well not far from the gazebo.

A boy in straw sandals sat there quietly, as if waiting for someone.

In the house where he lives, the child Li Huai has already sounded asleep, and the lamp on the table has been turned off.

Previously, the young man put away maps of the situation of mountains and rivers, including those of the Southern Prefecture of Dali and the territory of the Sui Dynasty, all of which were given to him by Ruan Xiu.

After he put the maps back into the basket, he sat at the table and began to think about the same question again.

Miss Ruan has absolutely no doubts.

But the young man with a mole between his eyebrows, Wu Yuan, the county magistrate of the government office, once appeared together in the blacksmith's shop.

And these maps, according to Miss Ruan's unintentional words at the time, were generously provided by the county magistrate's office.

A group of myself went south all the way, and met outside Yefu Pass, the two groups merged and entered Huang Tingguo together, what we saw and heard was strange.

Finally, Chen Pingan went to the gazebo again, came to the well, sat at the mouth of the well and waited for others.

The Dashui mansion was gloomy, and the hall was dripping with blood.

There were not many people left in a lively lobby that was originally a place of singing and dancing.

The boy in white is still sitting high on the white jade chair, wandering thousands of miles.

The green-robed man was standing under the hall, using water magic powers to dispel the blood and bloody smell all over his body.Those young maidservants in Dashui Mansion, whether they were the drowning ghosts of the Hanshi River or the living people, had all been dealt with by the green-robed man.If you don't keep secrets, you will lose your ministers, and if you don't keep things secret, you will lose your status.With such a reasoning, the green-robed man has shaken the eighteen rivers in the north of Huang Tingguo, and built this small river and mountain into an iron bucket. Of course, he has a deep understanding of this.

Among the two confidantes, the military advisor of the Dashui mansion, the scholar in Confucian shirts, sat upright, neither drinking nor eating meat, like a lifeless clay bodhisattva.The bloated toad, looking sluggish, sat obediently in his seat, as if he was frightened by today's tragedy.

Tang Jiang, a dead soldier in the Green Bamboo Pavilion in Dali, sat in his original position, holding chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other, eating the delicacy that was getting colder, still relishing it.

How many years have not been so happy

If his waist is bent for a few more years, he will really get used to being the grandson of a lackey. It is estimated that even if Dali's iron horseshoes crushed the territory of Huang Tingguo, he would no longer know how to behave in an upright manner.

Although the cultivator who betrayed the Lingyun Sect did not die, he was already sweating profusely.

In addition, there are two lucky people who survived.

It was those two young sword cultivators with very different backgrounds. The boy in white gave them a chance to survive earlier. There were two beasts left by monks of the Lingyun sect in the lobby. Without using a sword, just use the Flying Sword of Fate to kill a beast, and then you can become a real guest of Dashui Mansion from now on.

The white-clothed boy even promised them that they could be called brothers and sisters with the God of Cold Food and River Water. This honor will undoubtedly help the two of them jump over the dragon's gate and become a hot and powerful figure in the north of Huang Ting Kingdom, especially the Fulongguan Qi trainer, who was just a master before. One of the disciples of Daoist Sect, from now on, most of them will be the next head of the sect, no one dares to fight.

The two sword cultivators are both at the peak of the three realms. The power of the natal flying sword is still very weak and short of breath. The fight with the two beasts is full of dangers. It can only be regarded as a tragic victory. not much.

The boy in white was in a daze, and no one dared to disturb him.

But it's not a problem to be so cold all the time, so the green-robed man could only ask softly: "True Immortal"

Cui Chan came back to his senses, looked around, and said to the two sword cultivators: "Since you have won, it means that you are qualified to continue walking on the road. Go down to recuperate first, and Dashui Mansion will give you the best pills and provide refining All the materials needed for the sword. Yeluzi sword cultivator, you will be a low-level priest in Dashui Mansion from now on. As for the sword cultivator of Fulong Temple, after you go back, tell you that master who is greedy for money and lust, Fulong With regard to Guansheng Palace, everyone from the prefecture and prefecture levels to the Hanshijiang mansion, as well as some senior officials from Chaozhong Pavilion, will all help, just wait for the good news at home."

The two were ecstatic, thankful and left.

Cui Chan turned his head and said to Tang Jiang: "When you go back, you don't need to add more things to your body. You and the rest of the spies and dead soldiers can just continue to lie dormant."

Tang Jiang quickly got up and took orders.

Just as he was about to leave, the young man in white said in a bad mood: "I don't know how to take the sheep and take away the remaining Dashuifu Jinyuye from a few tables."

Tang Jiang hesitated.

Cui Chan said impatiently: "Take it as what Dali owes you, and don't take it for nothing."

On Tang Jiang's unsurprising face, there was a strange expression blooming for no reason. He turned around with his fists in his arms, and strode away. With his shoulders sideways, he still didn't dare to turn around, looked into the distance with red eyes, and said loudly: "My lord, Dali never owes Tang Jiang a single cent, even if he can only watch me from afar, Dali is flourishing and the country is at its peak, tsk tsk, this The taste is more than a thousand times better than the gold and jade liquid."

The young man laughed and scolded: "Hey, this flattering skill is really good, but it's a pity that I don't like this, just keep rolling."

Outside the threshold, the big Li man who was no longer young, in a foreign country, laughed loudly with the wind blowing under his feet.

Cui Chan looked at the empty lobby and said, "My surname is Cui, and I come from Dali Capital."

The fat man who was actually a river-blocking toad looked bewildered.

The green-robed man was slightly taken aback.

The scholar in Confucian shirt who was born as a ghost and a ghost quickly got up, bowed respectfully and said: "I pay my respects to the Master of the State Teacher"

The green-robed man was full of shock, and he said sincerely: "It turns out that Master Dali came to the humble house in person."

The belated toad crawled on the ground again, just kowtowed, bang bang, full of sincerity.

Cui Chan asked: "Is there any hidden background for that county guard surnamed Wei? Is it possible to become a roadblock in the future?"

The green-robed man shook his head and said: "Then Wei Li is from the Han tribe in the south of Huangting Kingdom, and he doesn't have a big backer in the officialdom, otherwise he wouldn't be so hypocritical with me in this county. Dashui Mansion."

Cui Chan rested his cheek in one hand, tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, and said slowly: "Before Dali annexed the northern countries, it paid attention to a situation that was invincible, and those who did not surrender would be killed without mercy. Do less, this is Liwei. But when you go south, you can't be so blindly happy. Huang Tingguo is the first big stumbling block, so you can't make it a mess full of holes. After all, the whole Aquarius Lake The dynasties and states to the north of the Academy and south of Dali Yefuguan are all watching the development of the situation. There will be more and more loyal ministers and filial sons like Wei Li in the future. The key is that Wei Li and his group occupy a There are more temples in the country, but there are more of that Biejia and his ilk, depending on the situation, the offensive of the Dali Frontier Army will vary in severity and urgency."

The scholars in Confucian shirts under the hall nodded slightly.

Cui Chan suddenly looked at the scholar, "Come and comment on Wei Li."

The scribe laughed and said: "Wei Li is very smart, but not smart enough. If he was really smart enough, he wouldn't try to please both sides during the previous turmoil. There is no such good thing, at least within the territory of my Dashui Prefecture, there will be no such thing."

He pointed to the trembling traitor of the Aura Sect, "This person was a little coerced and lured by me."

Cui Chan interrupted the Hebo scribe, and said with a smile: "It's a bit too easy to say, after all, the same rice supports all kinds of people, but not everyone can be like you, Sui Bin, who is loyal to the old country and unyielding. In the face of righteousness, if you die generously, you will not only die yourself, but you will also drag your whole family to die together."

The scribe's face was as usual, he cupped his fists and said: "Master Guoshi is absurd."

Cui Chan raised his hand, motioning for the scribe to continue the previous topic.

The scribe said, "This county is the old nest of Dashuifu. In the past few hundred years, so many things have happened, such as we secretly let the flood break the embankment, a drought and flood disaster occurred in a certain county, etc. Not only the surname Wei I know very well that the previous governors and county guards may not have no doubts, but there has been no ironclad evidence, coupled with the fear of the power of the water god master, this has been safe. Only the files of the county guard's mansion Ku, the dragon has been in the water many times, the things burned in the fire, what was written on them, anyway, our Dashui Mansion is definitely not willing to make it public, not because we are afraid of some government encirclement and suppression, but it’s just that the reputation is not good.”

Having said that, the scribe turned his head to look at the man in green robe, and said with a smile, "Our lord still cherishes feathers."

Hanshi Jiangshui smiled and said: "You Sui Bin, you just mocked your savior for your remnant soul wandering on the river. If I hadn't put away your ghost and reshaped your body, you wouldn't be here right now." I know how many times I have been reincarnated."

The scholar just smiled and begged for mercy, but he was not afraid of the overwhelming power of a water god.

Under the eyes of the boy in white, the black-faced scribe bent down to pick up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and then said again: "Then Wei Li is ambitious and capable, and he reached the high position of the county guard by himself. They are still willing to bow their heads and forbear. Once such a person is out of control and becomes a governor, he will later enter Beijing as an official and be promoted to a chief official, especially the Ministry of Rites. He will become the confidant of Emperor Huang Tingguo. If you are wronged, I am not afraid that if he gets ruthless and turns his spearhead, he will target our big water mansion. So I told Master Water God that this kind of official can be used, as long as this person has a righteous spirit in his heart, he must not use it .”

The boy in white squinted at the scholar in Confucian shirt, "What a shame. If you were not an official, but went to the mountains to practice, you might have the hope of reaching the tenth realm."

Scholar He Bo smiled and said: "There is no medicine for regret in this world."

Cui Chan stood up, shook his sleeves, and slipped out half of the incense from the cuffs.

This made the people, gods, demons and ghosts in the hall feel puzzled. What kind of medicine was sold in the gourd by this Dali Guoshi who appeared in the image of a young man?

The young man stood the half-burned incense stick in the air, hovered still, and snapped his fingers.

The incense is lit, and the smoke curls up.

The smoke did not dissipate in the air, but slowly condensed into the graceful figure of a young woman in the air.

That Scholar Hebo's complexion changed drastically, and finally he couldn't maintain the previous Zhishui state of mind, "How is that possible?"

The green-robed man squinted his eyes, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked at his confidant military adviser. Although he was amazed by the mysterious supernatural power of the young national teacher, he was more relaxed and watched from the other side.

The woman's figure gradually stabilized, her face became clearer, and finally she floated down the hall. She was a woman enshrined in the Qingniangniang Temple in Hengshan. She once played chess with Lin Shou, and was finally asked by the boy in white to offer a stick of incense to Yu Lu. .

It should be known that the young national teacher, even the old man Yang in the small town, sincerely praised "proficient in the art of spirit and soul", so it must be Cui Chan who "stealed" the woman out with his unique secret art.

This kind of obscene gods who are not recognized by the imperial court, especially the female gods, are extremely humble and have shallow morals. Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for them to leave the land without authorization.

The literati who used to be named Sui Bin before his death suddenly became furious, his face became more and more livid, he pointed at the woman, his fingers trembling, his elegant face became extremely ferocious, "Shameless evil, you still have the face to leave Hengshan and forget you Have you made an oath? It's a sin, a sin that betrays the family and country, loyalty and filial piety, and betrays everything."

When the young woman saw the scribe, her face was full of fear and fear, and she said timidly: "Father"

After shouting this word, the woman felt ashamed, covered her face and began to cry, pitiful and helpless.

The boy in white sat cross-legged on a chair, gloating and saying, "It's not an accident."

He then turned his head to look at the man in the green robe, laughed and said, "I've read a book of trivial stories about the Kingdom of Shu, and there are strange stories and anecdotes recorded in it. Among them is the Qingniangniang Temple in Hengshan. A former minister committed suicide by martyrdom at the ancient cypress in Hengshan. His family members did not want to die with them, so they fled. Qing Niangniang, who died in Hengshan, this story is both singing and crying, and singing and crying."

The green-robed man chose an empty seat to sit down, and said with a smile: "It's just rumors, the facts are just the opposite of the rumors, when Sui Bin decided not to run away in that small temple, but to show his ambition by death, his whole family followed the servant of the subjugated country." Died by suicide, most of the female relatives hanged from the beam, and the rest died by hitting the wall or swallowing gold, but the youngest daughter was unwilling to die, ran out of the small temple, was caught up by Sui Bin, and stabbed to death under the ancient cypress tree with a sword. A resentful spirit, but with a lingering aura, is still kind after death, and has a lot of shade and protection for ordinary people, so he has a good reputation in that trivial book."

The green-robed man took a sip of his wine, "Later, her father became a ghost under my command, and later, on my recommendation, he became the uncle of a river near Hengshan. I don't know if Sui Bin felt guilty, or what, originally With Sui Bin's secret help, the Wraith, whose soul was about to be washed away by the strong wind and scorching sun, found someone to build a clay sculpture of a golden body, which has survived until now."

The boy in white was amazed.

He Bo Sui Bin was even more angry, "Beasts are not as upright as I, Sui Bin, my whole life. My Sui family has been upright for 300 years. How can there be such a wicked person like you in the end?"

The white-clothed boy resumed his lazy posture with his body tilted and his hand resting on his chin. Looking at the bleak scene of father and daughter turning against each other in the hall, he suddenly said, "Sui Bin, it's almost enough."

Scholar He Bo was enraged, he didn't care about whether the young man was a national teacher or not, and retorted: "I, Sui Bin, discipline my daughter, what's wrong?"

The boy said indifferently: "Because I think it's enough, what's the reason?"

"Sui Bin, don't be rude. If you dare to say one more word, I will smash your teeth."

It was the first time that the green-robed man took the initiative to intercede for his subordinates tonight. He got up again, and bowed his head to the white-clothed youth, begging: "I implore the Master of the State Teacher not to be as knowledgeable as Sui Bin."

The boy in white jumped off the chair and stretched his waist, "Let's go, if you don't go back, you will be suspected."

He bypassed the big case and walked down the steps. Facing the woman who had never dared to raise her head to see others, the young man rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile: "Don't listen to your father's idiot words, isn't a weak woman at your age just an imitator?" Learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, hiding in the boudoir with a spring heart, secretly thinking about your lover, this is right. What kind of broken mountains and rivers, family and country are destroyed, it is useless for a man like your father, so it is him Sui Bin You are so shameless that you have the nerve to drag you to be buried with you. What are you ashamed of? Your father should hang himself in shame. Don’t worry, there will be a water god master covering you in the future. He slaps."

He Bo, a scribe, was dumbfounded.

The green-robed man's head grew big for a while.

The woman plucked up the courage to raise her head, took a quick look at the man's face in the Confucian shirt, then lowered her head again, whimpered, and whispered: "Father, it's my daughter who is not filial."

The young man in white walked quickly angrily, slapped the woman on the head, and scolded with a smile: "You are worthless."

The green-robed man saw that the Dali National Teacher was about to leave, so he hurriedly followed behind, and asked softly, "Master National Teacher is not going to rest here tonight?"

The boy in white said, "I'm afraid of such a murderous intent."

The green-robed man couldn't laugh or cry.

When he reached the threshold, the boy in white glanced at the speechless father and daughter before saying to Hanshi Jiangshuishen, "You are much luckier than her. You have a father who is not so pedantic and rigid."

The green-robed man lowered his eyebrows more and more pleasingly, "Master Guoshi has already met my father."

The white-clothed boy nodded and said, "He, the old man, also treated us to a few mountain and wild seasonal delicacies. To be honest, it's much better than your big fish and meat paired with vulgar noodles."

The man in green robe said with a smile: "How dare I compare myself with my father."

The boy in white stopped and patted the water god on the shoulder, "The damage to my feet will only compensate you more when Dali eats Huang Tinguo. That white jade chair is not bad for your family." It's useful, I'll give it to you."

The green-robed man bowed his head and said in a deep voice: "I am willing to die for the Master of the State Teacher"

This Great Li Guoshi obviously didn't take it seriously, and let the green-robed man walk out of the Dashui mansion alone and jump into the Hanshi River without seeing him off.

In the river, the young man in white can swim flexibly without any movement of his hands and feet, with an elegant posture, like a white dragon that lived on the territory of the ancient Shu Kingdom in ancient times.

Finally, he followed the water flow to the bottom of the well at the former site of the Old City God. He didn't immediately go to the Qiulu Inn, which was close at hand, but stopped and remained motionless for a long time.

The young man in white stood in the well with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

At the mouth of the well, someone suddenly asked, "Why don't you come up?"

The boy in white smiled and said, "I dare not."