From the Bird

"Wang Baihu, this glass of wine respects you, you can't excuse me."

"Dare you dare to work, do you dare."

Wang Sheng sat at the bottom of his head, looking somewhat restrained. While talking, he drank the wine glass and shook the people at the table with the empty glass bottom.

There was a loud noise on the table.

"Okay! That cup, I respect you, you can't even let it go."

Toasting him was a middle-aged man with a red face wearing blue soap, and this was his top boss, a head of the Qian family with a surname of Zuomen.

When Wang Sheng first came to Jiaozhou, he was placed under the control of the left Qianhu. According to the rules, all the officials of Jiansimen should go to his house for a drink and do business together in the future. They are not brothers, they are better than brothers.

But Li Yan's mention of Wang Sheng can be said to be sharp.

Wang Sheng moved from Tongzhou to the right, and went to Shandong Jiansi Yamen for no reason, naturally attracting envy.

Regardless of the location of this hundred households, how many people are staring at the door of Jiansi, just saying that Wang Sheng, the top boss, left Qianhu, he was originally Fengfeng, and he supported his nephew to fill the gap. Naturally, the recommendation of his nephew also fell through.

It is no wonder that this left Qianhu went to Wang Sheng's house and tried to make excuses for pouring his wine desperately.

Wang Sheng looked at the filled wine glass, hesitating for a while.

He doesn't drink a lot, but these days I always feel chest tightness and tinnitus. He went to the drug store and grabbed two doses of anti-fire medicine. Lang Zhong urged that he should not get drunk.

"Why don't you give me this face?"

Zuo Qianhu stretched a face.

Wang Shengqiang laughed: "Where is Mr. Zuo? It is because he is not very comfortable in these two days. He also caught a few bad Chinese medicines. This wine can't be drunk."

"How?" Zuo Qianhu swept three or four empty jars on the table: "Let's drink this at a table."

"Yes, it is."

"Wang Geer doesn't give his brother a little face, he won't even drink a few glasses of wine. I know this. He was sent from Tongzhou. I don't know. I thought Beijing was decentralized and big. . "

Immediately, someone was fanning the flames.

Wang Sheng glanced at the man, seemingly jokingly: "The general manager Shao Qi is not right. The new Huang Governor who is in charge of Simen Gate is the Jingcheng clan. Do you mean his old man?"

The man was speechless for a while and said for a long time: "I don't mean it."

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding." Wang Sheng revealed the stubble and said, "Zuo Qianhu's wine is naturally to be drunk, but I hope my brother Haihan, I have a poor body in the past two days, after drinking this Cup, I really can't drink anymore. "

He glanced at the glass and perfused it rashly, only feeling a spicy self-esophagus rushing into the lower abdomen. He tolerated the discomfort and showed the glass to everyone.

Zuo Qianhu had nothing to say, and found that Wang Sheng's face suddenly turned pale, Douda's sweat beads fell down, and a burst of red blood flowed from his nostril.

He was startled: "Hey, what's wrong!"

When 啷 ~

The wine glass fell to the ground, and Wang Sheng's brain was rattling. Everything in front of him was slowly twisted. Nostrils and mouth, hot wine and blood spewed out at the same time.

...

The black horseshoe smashed a white camellia on the side of the road, and the strong legs raised yellow dust.

The three horses were on the official road one by two, and the mound thorns on the road kept going backwards.

"Yu ~"

Li Yan stunned Feilei to slow down. Then frowned and Kan Kan catching up with his catching head said.

"If we can't find anyone, we will either go overland to avoid the pig-poron on the water, or we will send a sailor to **** the Da Songwei, and they eat like a mandarin duck, so they can't shirk it."

Da Songwei is one of the twenty-four guards in Shandong Province, and has jurisdiction over thousands of local households in Jiaozhou.

If Chen Yuewu can't help, Li Yan can only pull out the manpower from Shandong Marine Division and sail for himself.

Zhang Choutou should be careful, he can't talk about this kind of thing, at that time, let Da Songwei's people and this Zhenfu grandfather quarrel.

Li Yanzheng said, feeling the sword box behind him suddenly bumping, as if there were more than a dozen live fish jumping out of it.

He took off the sword box from behind, and opened the sword box with a copper clasp.

Without waiting for the flags to run around, Li Yan drew his hands from left to right, holding the dragon and tiger flags under his palm.

Li Yan observed carefully and found that the flags occupied by gold were very manic and trembling, and the ordinary strong man was afraid that the whole body would not be able to hold it up.

As for the flag, which was almost completely occupied by blood red, it was lying silently in the sword box.

He smiled and rushed to capture his head and said, "I have been from Guangning all the way, and I have no one-day birthday. But since I came to Jiaozhou, there are fewer demons and evil spirits. Shandong is indeed the hometown of the saints."

Li Yan didn't wait for Zhang Ertou to answer, instead he looked at the wilderness around him and asked Zhang Ertou: "When we come, isn't this the way to go?"

"Ah, no, let's go out and just go around for a full circle. This road is close."

Li Yan nodded: "I said I have never seen the temple on the side of the road."

Li Yan was referring to a Yecheng Temple next to the official road. The temple door was empty and covered with dust. Surrounded by dark gourd vines and various wild grasses, a faded plaque in yellow paint is missing a piece, and only one Joan character can be seen.

"What temple is this?"

Cha Xiaodao asked.

"The City God Temple has existed since the beginning of the dynasty. It seems to be sacrificed to which military future. It has been deserted for more than 20 years."

Li Yan smiled: "Passing by is the law of fate, let's go in to Zhu Xiang?"

He looked at the other two.

"Ah, this ..." Zhang Catou instinctively refused: "This temple is deserted, and the gods also love a grande, how can they be so clean? In this place, the city grandfather has a spirit and he also hates it."

"This temple is not deserted, and there are footprints around it."

Check the tip of the knife and decide with a sip.

Li Yan buckled up his sword box, turned over and dismounted, and stepped on the weeds and tree roots to walk to that city **** temple.

Sure enough, when Li Yan arrived at the entrance of the temple, the ten golden flags were even more violent in the sword box.

Cha Xiaodao approached him, and the two pushed in.

Surprisingly, this deserted temple covered with weeds did not want Li Yan to fall in imagination. Although it was empty, it was very clean. The Jinjia God on the temple would be mottled, and even his head was cut off. There were actually dried fruits and pastries in front. The incense of the jar was burnt out, and there was ashes. It's complete with simple things.

It can be seen that it is often cleaned here.

But other than that, you can't see anything unusual.

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