Sword of Coming

Qiulu Inn, an old well not far from the pavilion.

There was a boy in straw sandals sitting there quietly, as if waiting for someone.

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

Previously, the young man put away a map of the situation of the mountains and rivers, including the southern prefectures and counties of the Great Li Dynasty, and the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty, all of which were given to him by Ruan Xiu.

After putting the maps back into his backpack, he sat at the table and started thinking about the same problem again.

Miss Ruan has absolutely no need to doubt.

But the young man with the mole between his eyebrows and the county magistrate Wu Yuan once appeared together in the blacksmith shop.

And these maps, according to Miss Ruan’s unintentional remarks at that time, were generously presented by the county magistrate’s office.

My group of people went all the way south and met outside Yefu Pass. The two groups of people met and entered the Huangting Kingdom together. What they saw and heard were strange gods and strange things.

Finally, Chen Pingan walked to the pavilion again, came to the well, and sat at the mouth of the well waiting for others.

Dashui Mansion was filled with gloom and gloom, and the floor was dripping with blood.

A lively hall that was once home to singing and dancing, now has very few left.

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

The man in green robe was standing at the foot of the hall, using his magical power of water to dispel the bloodstains and smell of blood all over his body. Those young maidservants of Dashui Mansion, whether they were drowned ghosts in Hanshi River or living people, have all been dealt with by the men in green robes. If the king is not secretive, he will lose his ministers; if things are not secretive, he will lose his virginity. For this reason, the man in green robe was so powerful that he shook the eighteen rivers in the northern part of Huang Ting Kingdom and built this small country like an iron bucket. Of course he understood this deeply.

Among the two confidants, the military advisor of Dashui Mansion, a scholar in Confucian robes, was sitting upright, neither drinking nor eating meat, like a lifeless clay Bodhisattva. The bloated police officer, with a sluggish expression, sat in his position, as if he was frightened by today's tragedy.

Tang Jiang, the dead man of Dali Green Bamboo Pavilion, sat in his original position, holding chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other, eating the delicacies that were getting cold, still enjoying them with relish.

How many years has it been since you felt this happy?

If he bends his back for a few more years, he will really get used to being a lackey grandson. It is estimated that even if Da Li's iron horse hoof crushes the territory of Huang Ting Kingdom, he will no longer know how to behave openly, right?

Although the monk who betrayed the Lingyun Sect was not dead, he was already sweating profusely.

In addition, two lucky people survived.

It was those two young sword cultivators with completely different backgrounds. The young man in white had given them a chance to live. There were two beasts left by the Lingyun Sect monks in the lobby. Two sword cultivators who had not yet entered the middle fifth realm, if they could Without swords, just kill a beast each with your own flying sword, and then you can become a real honored guest of Dashui Mansion.

The young man in white even promised them that they could be brothers with the Hanshi River God. This honor would undoubtedly help the two of them leap over the dragon gate and become popular and powerful figures in the northern Huangting Kingdom. Especially the Fulongguan Qi practitioner, who was just a master before. One of Zhenren's beloved disciples, from now on, he will probably be the unofficial next leader, and no one will dare to compete with him.

The two sword cultivators are both at the pinnacle of the three realms. They are very weak and short of breath due to the power of their natal flying swords. The fight with the two beasts is full of dangers. It can only be regarded as a tragic victory. They were both seriously injured. Fortunately, their natal flying swords were damaged. not much.

The young man in white clothes was in a daze, and no one dared to disturb him.

But it's not a problem to be so silent all the time. The man in green robe 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 recover first. Dashui Mansion will give you the best elixirs and provide refining." All the materials needed for the sword. That Yeluzi sword cultivator, you can become a junior worshiper in Dashui Mansion from now on. As for the sword cultivator of Fulong Temple, when you go back, tell your master who is greedy for money and lust, Fulong Regarding the matter of Guan Sheng Palace, everyone from the officialdom at the prefecture and state levels to Hanshijiang Mansion, as well as some senior court officials will help. Just wait for the good news at home."

The two were overjoyed and left gratefully.

Cui Zhang turned to Tang Jiang and said, "After we go back, there is no need to add any unnecessary extravagance. You and the other dead spies will just continue to lie dormant."

Tang Jiang quickly stood up and accepted the order.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the young man in white say angrily: "Don't you know how to take advantage of others and take away the remaining gold and jade liquid of Dashui Mansion on a few tables?"

Tang Jiang hesitated.

Cui Chan said impatiently: "Just think of it as what Dali owes you. If you don't take it, you won't get it for free."

Tang Jiang's ordinary face had a strange look for no reason. He turned around with his fists clasped and strode away. After crossing the threshold, he turned his back to the young man in white on the main seat. This man clasped his fists high and was a foot taller. He turned his head sideways, never daring to turn around, looking into the distance with red eyes, and said loudly: "Sir, Da Li never owes Tang Jiang anything! Even if you can only watch me from a distance, Da Li is prospering and the country is at its peak, tsk tsk, this The taste is hundreds of times better than that of gold and jade liquid?!"

The young man smiled and scolded: "Hey, you are really quite proficient in this flattery. It's a pity that I don't accept this trick, Guangguang."

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

Cui Chang looked at the empty lobby and said, "My surname is Cui, and I come from the capital of Great Li."

The fat man who turned out to be a police officer looked confused.

The man in green robe was slightly startled.

The scribe in Confucian robes who had a ghostly past stood up quickly, bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings to the Imperial Master!"

The green-robed man was filled with shock and said sincerely: "It turns out that the Great Master of Great Li came to the humble residence in person."

After realizing it, he once again prostrated himself on the ground and just kowtowed, banging and banging, with full sincerity.

Cui Chan asked: "Does the county guard surnamed Wei have a hidden background? Is it possible that he will become a roadblock in the future?"

The man in green robe shook his head and said: "Wei Li is just from the Han tribe in the south of Huang Ting Kingdom. He has no big backer in the officialdom. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant with me in this county. He can only suppress his scholarly spirit to flatter me." Dashui Mansion.”

Cui Chan held his cheek with one hand and tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, and said slowly: "Dali annexed the northern countries before, and it was an unstoppable force. Those who did not surrender would be killed without mercy. Song Changjing led his army to massacre the city and dig mass graves." Do less, this is to establish your prestige. But when you go south, you can't be so happy. Huang Tingguo is the first big obstacle, so you can't make it a mess full of holes. After all, the entire Aquarius Island Guanhu Lake The dynasties and states north of the academy and south of Dali Yefu Pass 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 this group of people can occupy a The country's temples need more money, or there are more people like that. Under different circumstances, the offensive of the Dali frontier army will be different in severity and speed."

The scholars in Confucian shirts in the hall nodded slightly.

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

The scribe smiled and said: "Wei Li is very smart, but not smart enough. If he was really smart, he would not have tried to please both sides during the previous turmoil. He wanted to live well with his conscience and have a prosperous official career. There would be so many things in the world. There is no such good thing, at least not within the jurisdiction of my Dashui Mansion."

He pointed at the frightened traitor of the Lingyun Sect, "This person was slightly coerced and induced by me..."

Cui Chan interrupted the Hebo scribe and said with a smile: "A moment? That's too easy to say. After all, the same rice can feed all kinds of people, but not everyone can be like you, Sui Bin, who is loyal to the old country and has an iron heart." Zhengzheng, in the face of righteousness, he died generously, not only by himself, but also by dragging his whole family with him."

The scribe's face remained as usual, he cupped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor, is ridiculously complimentary."

Cui Chang raised his hand to signal the scribe to continue the previous topic.

The scribe narrated, "As the hometown of Dashui Prefecture, so many things have happened in this county over the past few hundred years, such as we secretly letting floods burst their banks, droughts and floods in a certain county, and so on. Not only did the man surnamed Wei He knew very well that the previous governors and county governors may not have had any suspicions. It was just that there was no irrefutable evidence and they were afraid of the power of Lord Water God, so they had been living in peace. I only mentioned the files of the county governor's residence. In the library, the dragon has escaped into the water many times. What was written on the things burned by the fire? Anyway, our Dashui Mansion is definitely not willing to make it public. It is not that we are afraid of government encirclement and suppression, but that it will have a bad reputation if it is spread."

Having said this, the scribe turned to look at the man in green robe and said with a smile: "Our master still cherishes feathers."

Han Shi Jiang Shui smiled and said: "You Sui Bin, are you mocking your savior like this? Your remaining soul was wandering on the river back then. If I hadn't put away your ghost and reshaped your body, you wouldn't be here now. I don’t know how many times I have been reincarnated.”

The scribe just smiled and made a begging gesture, but he was not afraid of the overwhelming power of the water god.

Under the eyes of the young man in white, the scribe with a dark complexion bent down to pick up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and then said again: "Wei Li is ambitious and capable, and he can reach the high position of county governor on his own. They are still willing to bow their heads and endure. Once such people are out of control and become governors, they will later go to Beijing to serve as officials and be promoted to chief officials, especially the Ministry of Rites, and become the direct confidants of Emperor Huang Tingguo. In addition, he accumulated a lot of money in the local area in his early years. Aren't you afraid that if you feel wronged, he will be cruel and target our big water mansion? So I told Mr. Water God that this kind of official can be used. As long as this person still has a breath of... righteousness in his heart, he will decide Not of great use."

The boy in white squinted at the scholar-robed scribe, "What a heart-breaking thing. If you had not been an official back then, but had gone to the mountains to practice, you might have had hope of reaching the tenth realm."

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

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

This made the people, gods, demons and ghosts in the hall wonder, what kind of medicine is this great Li national master who appears in the form of a young man selling in the gourd?

The young man placed the half-burned piece of incense in the air, hovered still, and then snapped his fingers.

The incense is lit and 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.

The Hebo scribe's face changed drastically, and finally he could not maintain his previous Zhishui state of mind, "How is that possible?!"

The green-robed man squinted his eyes and looked at his close advisor from the corner of his eye. Although he was surprised by the young advisor's mysterious power, he still had a relaxed attitude of watching the fire from the other side.

The woman's figure gradually stabilized, her face became clearer, and she finally fell down the hall. She was a woman worshiped in the Qing Niang Niang 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. .

You need to know that the young national master and even the old man Yang from the small town sincerely praised him for being "proficient in the art of the soul", so Cui Chan must have "stolen" the woman with his unique secret art.

Such obscene gods who are not recognized by the court, especially women, have extremely low status and shallow moral practices. Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible to leave the realm without authorization.

The scribe who was named Sui Bin before his death suddenly became furious, and his face became even more livid. He pointed at the woman with trembling fingers, and his elegant face became extremely ferocious, "Shameless evildoer, do you still have the face to leave Hengshan? Forget you. Have you made the oath? What a sin, a sin that betrays your family and country, betrays your loyalty and filial piety, and fails you in every possible way!"

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

After shouting this word, the woman was so ashamed that she covered her face and cried, feeling pitiful and helpless.

The boy in white clothes sat cross-legged on the chair and gloated: "Isn't it an accident?"

He then turned to look at the man in green robe, and laughed and said: "I have read a book called "Trivial News of Shu". Among the strange anecdotes recorded in it, there is one about the Qing Niang Niang Temple in Hengshan. It talks about bringing family members. A certain former minister of the country committed suicide at the ancient cypress tree in Hengshan. His family members did not want to die with him, so they fled. Only the youngest daughter followed her father and killed herself with a sword. The blood was spilled on the ancient cypress tree, and her soul could live in it. In the end, she became the Qing Empress of Hengshan. This story is so heart-warming that it makes one sing and cry."

The man in green robes chose an empty seat and sat down. He smiled and said, "It's just a rumor. The truth is exactly the opposite. When Sui Bin decided not to flee in that small temple and wanted to die to prove his ambition, his whole family followed the subjugated minister. They committed suicide. Most of the female family members hung themselves from beams, and the rest died by hitting the wall or swallowing gold. Only the youngest daughter did not want to die and ran out of the small temple. Sui Bin caught up with her and stabbed her to death under the ancient cypress tree. She became He is a resentful spirit, but he still retains his spiritual power. He is still kind after death and has a lot of shelter for ordinary people. This is how he got a good reputation in the "Trivial News". "

The man in green robe took a sip of wine and said, "Later, her father became a ghost under my command. Later, on my recommendation, he became a river steward near Hengshan. I don't know whether Sui Bin felt guilty or something. Originally, The resentful spirit, which was about to be washed away by the strong wind and scorching sun, found someone to build a clay statue with the secret help of Sui Bin, and it has survived to this day."

The boy in white was amazed.

He Bo Sui Bin became even more angry, "I am worse than a beast! I, Sui Bin, have been upright and upright throughout my life, and my Sui family has been in a good family tradition for three hundred years. How could I end up with such an evil obstacle like you!"

The young man in white resumed his lazy posture with his body tilted and his hand on his chin. Looking at the bleak scene of the father and daughter turning against each other in the hall, he suddenly said: "Sui Bin, that's about it."

The Hebo scribe was so angry that he didn't care whether the young man was a national teacher or not, and retorted: "I, Sui Bin, have something wrong with disciplining my daughter?!"

The young man said calmly: "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!"

This was the first time tonight that the man in green robe took the initiative to intercede for his subordinates. He stood up again and bowed his head to the young man in white and prayed: "I beg you, Master Imperial Master, not to be as knowledgeable as Sui Bin."

The young man in white jumped off the chair and stretched, "Let's go. If you don't come back, people will be suspicious of you."

He bypassed the big case and walked down the steps. To the woman who never dared to raise her head to see anyone, the young man folded his sleeves and said with a smile: "Don't listen to your father's bastard words. A weak woman of your age can't just learn from it." Studying music, chess, calligraphy and painting, hiding in the boudoir when you are in love, secretly thinking about your lover, this is the right thing. The mountains and rivers are broken, the country is destroyed, it is because men like your father are useless, so he is Sui Bin You are shameless, and you have the nerve to drag you to be buried with you. What are you ashamed of? Your father should be so ashamed that he should hang himself. Don’t worry, from now on, the Water God will protect you. If your father scolds you, you will let the Water God whip you. He slapped me."

The scribe He Bo was dumbfounded.

The man in green robe suddenly had a big head.

The woman plucked up the courage to raise her head, took a quick look at the face of the man in scholar's robe, then lowered her head again, started to sob, and whispered: "Dad, it's my daughter who is unfilial."

The boy in white was so angry that he walked over quickly, slapped the woman on the head, and cursed with a smile: "You're a good-for-nothing."

The man in green robe saw that the Imperial Master of Dali was about to leave, and hurriedly followed him, asking softly: "Master Imperial Master, won't you rest here tonight?"

The young man in white said, "I'm afraid of such murderous intent."

The man in green robe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When he walked to the threshold, the boy in white first glanced at the father and daughter who were speechless, and then said to the Hanshi River God: "You are much more lucky than her. You have a biological father who is not so pedantic and rigid."

The man in green robe lowered his eyebrows more and more, "Has the Imperial Master already met my father?"

The young man in white clothes nodded and said: "His old man also treated us to several meals of seasonal delicacies from the mountains. To be honest, it's much better than your big fish and meat paired with vulgar powder."

The man in green robe smiled and said, "How dare I compare myself to my father."

The young man in white stopped and patted the water god on the shoulder, "I will only compensate you for the damage to my feet when Da Li eats Huang Tingguo. That white jade chair is not bad for your clan. It’s of some use, so I’ll give it to you.”

The man in green robe bowed his head and said solemnly: "I am willing to die for the Imperial Preceptor!"

The Great Li Imperial Master obviously didn't take it seriously, so he let the green-robed man walk out of the Dashui Mansion alone without seeing him off, and jumped into the Hanshi River.

The young man in white clothes can swim flexibly in the river 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.

He finally followed the water and came to the bottom of the well at the old site of the Old City God. He did not immediately go to the Qiulu Inn, which was just around the corner. Instead, he stopped and remained motionless for a long time.

The boy in white clothes clasped his hands behind his back, stood in the well and looked up at the sky.

On the other side of the well, someone suddenly asked, "Why don't you come up?"

The boy in white smiled and said, "I don't dare."