Brother, this showman

"That gate of ghosts will appear every night. It is a gate with no visible side, and it blocks the gate of the city. Once you push it away, you will never come back." Xiao Shi's face was pale and his body was shaking. Like a sieve, the long nails unconsciously scratched the table, rolling up layers of moss.

"Master Immortal! I beg you to help me! Help me!" Xiao Shi stood up and made a gesture to kowtow to several people.

Ye Wenqing hurriedly supported Xiaoshi, and Song Jihua picked up his bamboo pole, blushing and said: "You are welcome, sir, we will do our best to help you find your son back."

Xiaoshi sat back in his original position, grabbed Ye Wenqing and Song Jihua's hands gratefully, looked at them with the expression of treating a god, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then thank you, Master Immortal."

At sunset, a strange scene appeared on the street, causing passers-by to look back frequently.

A young man with picturesque features is holding a boy carved in powder and jade in his arms, and a handsome young man beside him is sitting on a stone without any image, biting pancakes.

The combination of these three people is quite eye-catching, but there is one more sloppy old man.

"Brother Wenqing, how long do we have to stay?" Song Jihua finished biting the pancake in his hand, moved his numb feet, and looked up at Ye Wenqing who was sitting gracefully on the stool.

Ye Wenqing slowly tore off a small piece of cake and stuffed it into Feng Lianchen's mouth, and slowly snorted: "It's still early."

"Could it be possible to wait until midnight?" Song Jihua's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously that his feet, which were only slightly numb, suddenly went numb, "Why don't we find a teahouse to rest our feet?"

"You pay the bill?" Ye Wenqing met Song Jihua's gaze and looked at him expectantly.

"Let's just squat down, the scenery is nice." Song Jihua's attitude changed immediately, and the tired look on his face disappeared immediately.

Ye Wenqing taunted unceremoniously: "Sure enough, he is Stick's father."

As time passed, the red sun completely disappeared on the top of the mountain, and even the last ray of afterglow was completely covered by the night.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are adorning the sky enthusiastically, inviting friends and companions to appreciate the April of the world.

Ye Wenqing didn't continue to stand there like a monkey for people to see, and took advantage of the early time to wander around with Feng Lianchen.

The lights of the flower market are like daytime.

Going to the night market should be the favorite way of life of the world today, but because of the ghost door, people are panicked, so they stay at home at night and dare not go anywhere.

But there are always newborn calves who are not afraid of fierce tigers, and they are still chic and comfortable despite the turmoil.

A group of four or five-year-old boys gathered around a street corner, with thick black scarves wrapped around their heads, which looked like out-of-shape hats at first glance.

Each holds a long sword folded from white paper in his hand, and has two mustaches wiped with charcoal on his face.With a serious expression, he raised his head and held his chest high, without looking sideways, and he had the courage to kill Loulan for the king.

Looking at the formation, it is clear that these children are playing roles similar to generals and soldiers.

Ye Wenqing put his foot down and stood aside, waiting with great interest for the next plot.

"Oh! What are you doing, little bun! Didn't it be agreed a long time ago! You are that trash!" The leader of the little fat man unhappily picked up a paper sword and slammed it on the head of a boy with white hair, puffing up. Cursing loudly, "Now all my soldiers have come, but you want to go back on your word, are you looking for a beating?"

The little fat man raised his fists while threatening, and the "soldiers" behind him all raised the paper swords in their hands, making scaring noises, and stared at the white hair covetously.

The little bun shrank his neck timidly, looked at the little fat man with aggrieved eyes, sniffed his nose, his eyes were full of fear, and said in a trembling voice: "He, he was hacked into pieces, I don't want to act, I'm afraid. "

"I stole my father's paint and dyed your hair white, you can only act as that trash!" The little fat man pointed at the little bun's nose and said fiercely, "If you say another word, I will kill you right now!" Cut to pieces!"

Ye Wenqing on the side felt that something was wrong, and secretly wondered whether he should try to persuade these children to fight if they got into a fight later.

"Big brother." Feng Lianchen seemed to sense what Ye Wenqing was thinking, and suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "If they fight, you put me down."

Before Ye Wenqing praised him, he continued to say: "I want to help that little bun. There are few others, so I can't win."

Hearing this, Ye Wenqing lowered his head and glanced at Feng Lianchen's left foot that hadn't completely subsided, and said coolly, "Let's forget about a cripple, it's finally gone." Hug a little tighter.

The story is still going on, and I don't know how the little fat man persuaded the little bun in the end, making him willingly play the role of the trash they said.

The little fat man took out a piece of red cloth from his pocket and tied it around his neck, held up the paper sword in his hand, raised his chin haughtily, and held a rope in the other hand, which happened to be wrapped around one of his ankles.

"drive!"

The little fat man rode his "good steed" vigorously, pointed his sword point at the little bun, and said triumphantly: "Qi Yunchu, now that the city gate is broken, you should just obediently catch him with nothing, and my prince will spare your life!"

The little bun shivered in fright, and fought back and forth, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, shaking the half-cut paper sword in his hand, and murmured his lines: "No, no, it's impossible! Zhen, Zhen, I."

The little bun "Zhen" couldn't say the next word for a long time, the little fat man raised his eyebrows and shouted at him: "Can you be like a man! You trash!"

The little bun closed his eyes, raised his head and raised his chest, as if he had changed himself. He swept away his timidity before, and replied aggressively: "I am the third generation king of Linyuan! Guard the gate of the country for the king, and die for the country. Rong! How can a mere barbarian be so rampant!"

The little fat man hugged his belly and laughed with the soldiers, looked at the two disheveled boys with shabby clothes squatting behind the little bun, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to live?"

The two boys' heads were pounding like garlic, and their eyes were pleading, and they almost kowtowed.

"Okay, then kill him." The little fat man pointed at the little bun, "He's the one who killed you."

Before the little fat man finished speaking, the two boys took out the paper knives in their hands and threw themselves on the little bun, cutting his "flesh" one by one, tirelessly.It's like a vulture eating carrion, laughing fiercely from time to time.

Little Baozi lay on the ground and wept bitterly, crying to his father and mother: "Father! Mother! I won't play anymore! I want to go home!"

"No! It's not over yet!" The little fat man interrupted impatiently, urging the two boys on the little bun, "It's going to cost more than 1000 knives! You are too slow!"

"Little bastard! How dare you sneak out! Let me all go home!"

I don't know which family's adults came here, holding a mallet in his hand, and approached cursingly.

The blood on the little fat man's face suddenly faded, he turned his head and ran away in fright, not forgetting to greet his "soldiers."

A story that was not performed to the fullest came to an end amidst noise and crying.

"They are playing the role of Qi Yunchu, the third ruler of Linyuan Kingdom a hundred years ago, the one who was hacked to pieces." Ye Wenqing sighed softly, turned around and walked in the same direction as when he came, walking slowly step.

"It's a poor man." Feng Lianchen said as he reached out to pick off a light yellow petal that fell on Ye Wenqing's temple, rubbed it back and forth with two fingers, and finally gave it to the spring breeze.

Qi Yunchu is said to be the lord of the country, but his name is nothing more than a vain name.Lao Tzu passed away early, leaving behind an orphan and widow who was held hostage by King Yu, who had power over the government, and became a puppet emperor for many years.After finally becoming weaker than the crown, he will be able to take charge of the government immediately. Who would have thought that the enemy country would invade, and there would be no soldiers in the country to stop him, and he would be hacked to pieces by his own people in the end.

People in the world are always stingy, and even mentioning one or two things that they don't like is considered a great gift.

Qi Yunchu only wrote a few words in the history books—"Linyuan III, cut to death by a thousand swords."

"Brother Wenqing!" Song Jihua's soul-stirring voice was blown all the way to his ears by the warm wind, which wiped out Ye Wenqing's melancholy aroused by Qi Yunchu.

Panting, Song Jihua ran over, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and some shiny things got on his forehead from nowhere, and his forehead shone like powder.

"That Zhen Xiangsi, ran away." Song Jihua panted for a long time, finally regained his composure, and said while supporting his knees.

"Run away?" Ye Wenqing and Feng Lianchen looked at each other, then at Song Jihua, and said in surprise, "Okay, why is he running away?"

"This... I don't know." Song Jihua scratched his head in a daze, guessing, "Could it be begging for food?"

"He came all the way with us, when did you see him begging for food?" Ye Wenqing glanced at Song Jihua with the eyes of a fool.

"Then... are you still looking for him?" Song Jihua asked weakly, "It's about time."

"Then do you think you should look for him?" Ye Wenqing didn't answer directly, but threw the question back to Song Jihua, touched his chin, seemingly unintentionally, "After all, you still have to look for ghosts."

"How about we split up? You leave Yuan Chen to me."

"Separate action?"

"Yes, you go to the ghost gate, and I'll go to Zhen Xiangsi." Ye Wenqing smiled and winked at Song Jihua, and pointed to Feng Lianchen in his arms, "I still have one in my hand, so it may delay my work."

Song Jihua still hesitated, hesitating to speak.

Ye Wenqing continued to add more firewood: "Brother Song, think about it, if you do it well this time, you will be famous all over the world! Not only you, but also Xiao Guanzong and Chen Zongzhu. No one can privately I scold you Xiao Guanzong for only sticking needles and making pills."

"Okay!" Song Jihua was a little loosened by Ye Wenqing's words, his hand on the hilt of the sword was secretly tightened, his chin was slightly raised, and he was eager to try.

"Okay! I wish you a triumphant return!" Ye Wenqing clasped his fists and said.

"Thank you!" The corners of Song Jihua's mouth could not be restrained upward, full of momentum, as if he had seen the scene after his victory.

After Song Jihua left, the smile on Ye Wenqing's face disappeared in an instant, the brows were stained with a bit of solemnity, and the curled eyelashes concealed the turmoil in his eyes.

"Brother, how can you be sure that Song Jihua will agree to go alone?" Feng Lianchen looked at the place where Song Jihua disappeared, and looked at Ye Wenqing in surprise, "His courage and cultivation are enough to cry."

"It's more than that, Song Jihua is the most timid person." Ye Wenqing raised an inscrutable smile, "Don't worry about it, we have all entered this Yongding City, and we can't decide everything after that."

Ye Wenqing ignited a spell with his fingertips and threw it into the air. A crack glowing with white light hung in the air, revealing a closed door vaguely.He held Feng Lianchen's head and hid in his arms: "Let's go! Senior brother will take you to learn more."