Jinlingyue

Chapter 274, Immortals also time travel? (one)

On the bank of the moat, ink and ink climbed up from the water, seeing Nenyazai and Maoshan old man standing on the bank with smiles, he smiled awkwardly, and said faintly: "Once upon a time, Wei Tuo came to the east to cross the river with a reed. Now, my brother and teacher Fu Nan came to rescue people by crossing the Qinhuai River on a willow, and also brought a Xiaobai from the world of cultivating immortals, and a drowned pheasant, Xiao Shuimo. Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha! Little brother, you made a good point about crossing the river with a reed. But our crossing the Liu River and the Qinhuai River is a bit nondescript, and we even brought a drowned chick with us? Tsk tsk tsk...you are not a drowned chicken." You little chicken! No one dares to say that about you. You have to know that this little drowned chicken thousands of years later will be a great god with infinite power, a man who stands up to heaven and earth, who dares to say that he Is it a little drowned chicken? You can’t say that, you can’t say that!” The old man Maoshan gently raised the whisk in his hand, patted Xiao Shui Mo’s body as if dusting, and said to Shui Mo with a pleasant smile .

All the moisture in the ink and wash evaporated, and went away with the wind like white smoke.

"Hey! Master, do you have a stove with a whisk? It's so amazing! Where did you buy it? I'll ask our lady to buy one for fun too." Shui Mo yelled excitedly.

"Look at your eagerness? My master is not an ordinary dust whisk! It is a divine object bestowed by heaven and man, and it is specially used to drive away ghosts! You can't buy it in the market, brother !" Nen Ya Zai couldn't help laughing.

"Oh! I'm just talking nonsense, my lady... old man, hurry up, don't delay the matter." Shui Mo suddenly shuddered, and softly begged the old man Maoshan to come.

"Then hurry into the city!" Maoshan old man smiled slightly, put away the whisk, and walked towards the gate of the city with his head held high.

"Hey! Those below the tower, the city gate is about to be closed. If there is nothing wrong, please stop you early tomorrow!" A small leader of the Jinyiwei poked his head out from the pass above the tower, and shouted loudly at Shui Mo and the others. He called out.

"Crackling!" sounded, and the two vermilion south gates of Da Ming Zi were closed.

"Damn, it's better not to say anything! The city gate will be closed before the words are finished!" Nenyazi yelled very unhappy.

"No problem! Elderly, I will take you into the city. Follow me!" the old man Maoshan said to Nianyazai and Shuimo with a smile.

Bypassing the root of Huangcheng, Maoshan old man detoured all the way to the southeast side of Xuanwu Lake, and walked quickly towards an unnamed hill.

Shui Mo and Nian Yazai followed closely, panting and panting with red faces and red ears, but they didn't dare to fall...!
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Inside the Xuanwu Gate, in the Immortal Medicine Hall of the Zodiac, several old Chinese doctors were walking around Lin Qingshan's cold and bruised body, moaning and sighing.

"No, no! Falling from such a high tower, there is no scar at all, but blood bruises all over the body, and there are some symptoms of poisoning!" An old Chinese doctor kept muttering to himself.

"Poisoning is right! But falling from such a high place, even if the grand commander is world-class in martial arts, he won't be injured at all! Some evil nature! Some evil nature!" Another old Chinese doctor also walked Talking to himself.

"You guys are the best doctors in the whole city, tell me the truth: Is our commander still saved?" A little brother of Jin Yiwei anxiously said to several helpless old Chinese doctors.

"I can't make a conclusion! This little general, General Lin's breathing is about to stop, but he is still breathing, but it's just weaker! What is puzzling is: his body temperature has clearly told After leaving us, General Lin has already passed away!" An old Chinese doctor explained in a low voice with several police guards who were scouting on the bed helplessly.

"... You will say that you are not saved, and you may be saved...I just want to ask, is our Grand Commander still saved?... One by one, our Grand Commander cannot be saved. Don't even think about leaving." A young general turned his eyebrows coldly, and pulled out the long sword at his waist with a slap, and said that his posture was ready to kill someone!

"Grandma, we can't save our commander-in-chief, everyone stop playing, let's go to hell together, and don't leave anyone present." Another young general broke in from outside the medical hall, wailing.

Outside the medical hall, there was still a group of sword eyebrows standing upside down, young generals in purple and brocade, tossing back and forth outside the medical hall one by one, like ants on a hot pot...

A cute little white pigeon fluttered its wings and fell from the weeping willows outside the medical hall, wandering freely and unrestrainedly among the young generals in Jinyiwei.

"Coo coo coo!" It kept yelling, and looked up at the medical hall from time to time.

It circled around the young generals of Jinyiwei, it aimed at the gap in the half-open window of the medical building, and jumped in.

It landed on the shoulder of a young general in white with a flutter, and kept screaming, as if to report a message.

The young general gently took the reply letter from the old man Maoshan from the pigeon's feet, glanced at it, and shouted happily: "It's saved, it's saved! The old man is here, the old man is here. Please hurry!"

While yelling, he rushed out of the door and ran out into the yard.

"What about people? You all know how to cry for mourning, so no one goes to greet the chief coach? No one cares when the carrier pigeon comes back? One by one, you are such an idiot, you know how to cry for mourning." The young general in white began to curse, left Looking to the right and looking at the ground, he didn't see the old man Maoshan, so he became a little irritable, his eyes were moist and his throat was hoarse.

"Little Commander, we are all scared! If the Grand Commander can't afford to fall, how will our Jinyiwei continue to hang around in the imperial city?? The Great Ming Dynasty is crumbling, not to mention that the East and West are not easy to deal with. Just those courtiers who like to tell stories, why don't you try to get us out of the imperial city!..." A group of young generals wailed and said to the young generals in white.

The Jinyiwei on the outskirts of the Daming City Wall, regardless of the government’s settings, have some unwritten tacit job settings within the Jinyiwei: one person is the big commander, and there are three small commanders in the Heaven, Earth, Human and Three Bureaus, and the three small commanders have six managers. There are twelve bands under each belt, and each band has five young guards in Jinyi.

In this way, although the crumbling country of the Ming Dynasty was tense due to external wars, because of this group of loyal guards at the root of the imperial city, it was still possible to maintain a peaceful, stable and prosperous atmosphere!
However, the two factories in the east and the west have been fighting for years, luring foreign enemies to invade the northern capital, forcing the carpenter emperor to travel south across the country with the support of the Jinyiwei young generals, and return to Jinling City where the royal family first made its fortune.

Some people say that this is the return of leaves to their roots, and Daming will never grow up!
However, Lin Qingshan led Jinyiwei to manage Jinling City in a prosperous manner, and the people were happy.

But outside the capital, the subordinates of the east and west factories often fought to fight for folk treasures or farmland water conservancy and other fortresses, which made people panic, and it was very difficult for farmers to survive in the wild.

Someone said with emotion: "The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the road is frozen to death!"

The farmers outside Jinling City, most of them heard that the Jinyiwei was eliminating violence and safety, and they all poured into the capital city under the jurisdiction of the Jinyiwei, so inside the city walls of the Ming Dynasty, it was very lively, with people coming and going day and night, and there were many people sleeping on the streets.

However, they neither steal nor rob, and coexist peacefully.

Some people also sighed: "In the big day, the fallen leaves return to Ning, and there are two heavens inside and outside the city. If there is no rice to cook and eat meat, the craftsman spirit cannot be lost."

It is said that when the young general in white was being irritable, he suddenly heard a hearty voice from outside the courtyard: "Hahahaha! Little general Bailong, the old man is one step late! Sorry, sorry! You have kept the young generals waiting for a long time."

Immediately afterwards, an old Taoist priest and two children strode in from the open gate of the Medical Daoist Hall.

The ones who came were none other than the old man Maoshan, Nian Yazi, and Xiao Shuimo.

"Head coach, you're finally here. Let's not talk too much about the polite words. Please hurry up! I see that our boss this time is not an ordinary illness, it's a bit mysterious and mysterious!" the young general Bailong After saluting with the old man of Maoshan, he turned them sideways and let them into the medical hall.

"Stop! Don't move." The old man Maoshan stopped suddenly when he walked to the door of the ward of the Medical Dao Museum.

"Nen Yazai, lend me your hand." Maoshan old man said, then took out a bundle of yellow ticket paper from his arms and handed it to Nenyazai.

When Shui Mo looked down, he saw densely packed strange symbols filled with cinnabar, and it seemed that there were quite a few little people busy working on it.

Those little people who carry rocks move stones, and those who carry sticks carry sticks, as if they are going to do construction...!
Shui Mo looked confused and dizzy, so he looked away.

When I looked at the old man Maoshan again, he had already disappeared, and I don't know where he went.

"This old Taoist priest, is he afraid of running away? A dignified commander of Jinyiwei, who can't handle so many elite soldiers and generals, just rely on him as an old man from Maoshan? It's not very reliable, maybe my lady has something to say !" Shui Mo was thinking wildly, and also began to become a little evil.

"Shui Mo, don't be dazed! Help me paste the runes." Nen Ya Zai cried out loudly.

"Let's help too! Little master, just tell me where to post it." The young general Bailong also said excitedly.

"You're not very good at posting. You have guarded the medical gymnasium and don't let anyone in." After Nian Yazi finished speaking, he then asked Shui Mo to help paste the runes and said.

"How do you post it? I've never posted couplets before, so how can I know how to post runes? Post it yourself, my brother!" Shui Mo said to Nian Yazi in embarrassment.

"I'll teach you! Come here quickly." Nen Yazai said to Shui Mo anxiously, dragging a lot of local yellow ticket paper in his hands.

"Why is it okay for me to be so thin? But why can't they be so strong? Niao Yazi, stop teasing me, okay?"

Shui Mo still couldn't believe it.

"Who dares to tease you? Teasing a little golden boy who will fall into the devil thousands of years later, wouldn't it be... Isn't it disgusting that you have lived too long? Hurry up and help my brother to stick a charm. As long as you pass your hand, you can do whatever you want." Stick it." Nenyazai said with a very happy smile.

"You said it! I can post whatever I want. Then I will post a few random ones. Ha ha ha ha!"

As soon as Shui Mo heard that he could post whatever he wanted, he didn't hesitate to do anything, grabbed a few while talking, and threw them out.

It is strange to say!

All of a sudden, these runes were like sharp swords, filling the doors, windows, tiles and eaves of the medical gymnasium, as well as all the places that could breathe!
"Hey! It's so weird. When did I learn such magical skills?...I'm going, Nian Yazi, are you tricking your brother again? I almost took it seriously!" Shui Mo couldn't help crying laughed and said.

"Did I deceive you with magic tricks? Did the master lie to you too?... How did you come across the moat just now? Is there a suspension bridge on the top of the tower so that you can walk steadily?...Did I lie to you? You lied to yourself." Nenyazai said unhappily.

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Yes, ever since the Jinling City lost the first battle and the demon spirits flooded into the Lengyue Fairy Palace, the ink wash and rain smoke were completely crushed, and they were fascinated and faintly traveled to the Ming Dynasty more than 3000 years ago.

Yuyan jumped off the bed, and without ink, she didn't dare to fall asleep again, as soon as she lay down, monsters and ghosts rushed into her dream, overwhelming her, and she didn't dare to vent her temper. !
Yu Yan looked at the surroundings of the room, and the unfamiliar bed curtains, in an unharmonious color tone, tossed back and forth in the boudoir, quietly waiting for Shui Mo to come back.

Yes, only with ink and wash, can she sleep peacefully!

Since picking up this little beggar, she has only slept soundly a few times.

But once the little beggar left her boudoir, she would have nightmares again and again, and her heart would jump up in fright!
Could it be...he is the legendary guardian deity?He is also the protector of my classmate Lin Yuyan...! ! ! ! !
Miss Lin did not dare to touch the bed, so she walked out of the boudoir and stood in the yard, quietly waiting for her Dharma Guardian to return.

There are a few wisps of faint clouds floating in the sky, and occasionally pass by the cold moon in the deep winter, which is very wonderful and attracts reverie again and again!

Hey... It's just that this guy doesn't like to dress up, so he's wasting his good skin for nothing.

Lin Yuyan was walking back and forth in the yard, occasionally looking at the white clouds and the moon in the sky, imagining and dreaming endlessly.

Leng Yuqing was very busy at the front desk. The end of the year was approaching, and there were too many guests who came to buy New Year gifts for the seven aunts and eight aunts. What about gifts!

The store temporarily recruited a few beauties like little fairies to help, but it was still orderly!

Leng Yuqing was constantly collecting money on the counter, opening receipts, business was booming, her rich and fair face was filled with an expression of incomparable relief.

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In the medical gymnasium opposite Jinyiwei Yamen, Lin Qingshan suddenly yelled and jumped up from the hospital bed.

Immediately afterwards, with a wow, he spat out a mouthful of Heixue, and fell down on the hospital bed again.

"Ah! You old monster, you put our commander to death...you!" A little commander in black yelled and rushed towards the old man Maoshan, pressing down on the old man Maoshan with a cold Qingfeng sword up the neck.

The faces of the people around the hospital bed also changed drastically in an instant, and everyone didn't know what to do for a while...!
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