Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 22
The second is that the slave and the master fell in love with each other due to their status, and the third was that the princess and the general were in love with each other. However, the princess was forced to make peace for the sake of the country, and the general was forced to drink wind and frost for the sake of the frontier.

Seeing this, the female ghost just sighed, then picked up the next page and frowned.

Ten years later, the princess is already the queen dowager of another country, and she sits behind the little emperor.

The former lover finally turned against each other, the princess hated him for being ruthless, and the general hated her for being unrighteous.

Finally, the two questioned each other:

"This is my home, do I want to hand over this country to others?"

"I obey my monarch, why should I avoid him because of the love of my children."

The female ghost bit her lip and looked struggling, "Is the so-called morality so important?"

Zhan Changfeng glanced at the paper, "This is a matter of position, and it is also a last resort created by the environment."

But the female ghost didn't listen and seemed a little lost.

After a long time, he said quietly: "If there is a way, you must kill the person closest to you in order to complete it, right?"

This question is already out of the story, Zhan Changfeng asked: "Why kill the closest person?"

"." The female ghost sighed, "Cut off six roots."

"I have a master who once told me that the word 'Dao' belongs to me and has nothing to do with others, and the existence or non-existence of the six faculties is all in myself, and it has to be solved by killing people. With all due respect, this son is nothing but a coward. ."

"And," Zhan Changfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "don't compare this person with the general I wrote, at least the general is for the country's righteousness and the duty as a soldier."

The female ghost's eyes were bright, "What if the person you care about most kills you, kills your parents and family?"

Zhan Changfeng didn't even think about it: "Then you have to ask, of course it will be smashed to ashes."

The female ghost first looked at her fixedly, then the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her smile widened a little bit, she laughed loudly, and she laughed completely without image, like a lunatic.

Even the yin qi rioted.

Zhan Changfeng smoothed out the paper that was almost blown away. Just as he was about to tell her to be quiet, his ears moved, "Someone is here."

In the next breath, someone broke into the door, and with the sound of "Where are the beasts fleeing?" and the sound of broken windows, they disappeared together with the female ghost.

Zhan Changfeng's brows will be raised, Jiang Wei will bring people to run over, and hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness, do you have anything to do?"

"What did that person come from just now?"

"Huh?" Jiang Wei scratched his head and glanced at the broken doors and windows, "I don't know either, he came to the door himself, I asked his name, and he suddenly shouted 'ghostly', He ran without saying hello."

"Your Highness, do you want me to bring someone to capture him?"

"If you can catch him, it won't be the current situation," Zhan Changfeng waved his hand, "he will come back."

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, this person came again.

This time, it was a serious meeting, and there was a guest.

"Little Master, did that female ghost hurt you?" This man looked eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a scarf on his head, wearing casual clothes, white socks, cloth shoes, a book basket on his back, a peach wood sword in his hand, and thick eyebrows. Big eyes, vigorous spirit, and a kind of natural simplicity.

"No, you arrived on time." Zhan Changfeng didn't blink.

The young Taoist priest was very happy and made a bow, "Mercy, it's the little son who has good luck in his body. Poor Dao Qingfeng."

"There are few people here, why did the Taoist priest come here?"

"To be honest, I came here for this house," Qingfeng said, "I was walking in Yangcheng a few days ago, and suddenly I saw the rain in the northwest. Senior has solved it."

Qingfeng's eyes are bright, and he hopes to say: "I heard the people in the city say that there is a senior living here, maybe we will meet?"

"Unfortunately, the old Taoist left after resolving the incident."

"It's really fate." Qingfeng said regretfully, hey, he had to struggle for a long time before he mustered the courage to ask the seniors to teach the ghost removal technique.

"I don't know the name of the senior?"

"That old Taoist called himself Qingxu."

Qingfeng took it down solemnly.

Zhan Changfeng: "I am also an accomplished Taoist priest. I wonder if I can solve the Yin evil?"

"This is not a trivial matter, but I can do my best," Qingfeng, who came in through the gate, naturally saw the people in the hall who were harmed by the evil spirits, and did not refuse at the moment.

Before leaving, he also gave Zhan Changfeng a talisman, "This talisman can ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts. You can put it on your body, and you can't live in this house anymore, the yin is too heavy."

Qingfeng hesitated for a while, and then said: "It's best to leave this house alone, this place is really unlucky."

The seniors should have said this as well, but for some reason they couldn't persuade them to leave.

"Thank you for the reminder, I will consider it."

After everyone left, Zhan Changfeng sat back on the seat, and the female ghost appeared with a gust of gloomy wind, "You, you lie without blinking, I'm really afraid that you will take me away."

"Too big, I can't take it." As soon as she changed the form of the dead, her body would collapse.

The female ghost smiled, "I like you, you can't be rough with me."

Zhan Changfeng was dumbfounded, "It's not like a ghost like you who was a noblewoman would say this."

"You said it too, it was before you were alive." The female ghost picked up the manuscript and sat down gracefully, "Your first story is very good, you have told your love and hate, why hide it, the world's right and wrong are misunderstood and misunderstood. , how much is because people buried their minds in the bottom of their hearts."

She blinked, "Just like now, I have clearly expressed my love, even if you hurt me in the end, than if I like you, you don't know that I like you and hurt me, be a little more calm, at least Will not be unhappy.”

"Listen to what you mean, am I destined to hurt you?"

"I just gave myself a needle first," the female ghost was very sincere at this moment. "Thinking about the fact that you deprived Baigui of Yin Qi, and then thinking about your resolute and decisive words, I am really lucky."

Zhan Changfeng thought for a while, "You're right."

"Yes." The female ghost lowered her eyes and continued to read the story, and Zhan Changfeng also continued to write the story.

The fourth story is in the context of the emergence of democracy. The protagonist is married to her husband at the behest of her parents. She was humiliated by her husband's parents-in-law because she gave birth to a daughter. Finally, after her daughter died, she couldn't bear to escape, just in time for the turmoil. Rebels rose up and joined the insurgents advocated by Xian Ming to fight for freedom and human rights.

The female ghost is infected by the kind of thoroughness after struggling and suffocating in the quagmire and suddenly landing on the shore. The first half of this protagonist's life is like a microcosm of all women's lives, making people feel depressed, helpless and painful, and then wake up step by step, learn to say no, learn to resist, learn to learn Following the heart, and then fighting to death for the ideal and for the awakening of more people, is undoubtedly shocking.

With the foreshadowing of this story, the fifth Datong background is easy to accept. The characters in the Datong background break free from most unnecessary constraints, have freedom of speech and deeds, freedom of marriage and love, and the passages are full of hearty and vivid.

The five stories are like a history book. With the changes of history, the joys and sorrows are staged one by one. There are small feelings and small loves, and there are also big ones. It makes people laugh out loud for no reason in the ups and downs.

"This is really a good story." The female ghost said.

"Naturally." Because it comes from the 5000-year-old civilization that disappeared, the struggles and choices of all races in the process, and all the passions that threw their heads and blood for change have actually happened.

Nothing is more demagogic than history.

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　　The young Taoist bowed: Pindao Qingfeng.

　　Yu Baobao returned the gift: Say hello to your Mingyue on my behalf.

　　"Ah? Ah!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)