Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Ruixue New Year, Zhujun Chang'an.

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."

I'm sorry.

Zhao Wujiang said so.

He was exhausted, he gently opened the door, the room was filled with alchemy, Zhao Xiaoyin lay quietly on the bed, all the important acupuncture points on his body were filled with silver needles.

"How is Xiaoyin?" Wang Yanning looked anxious and distressed, and hugged Zhao Wujiang, the worry in her beautiful eyes was condensed together.

It has been more than a month since Zhao Wujiang dispelled the residual power of the Five Elements Immortal in Xiaoyin's body. During this month, he lived deep in the room, using the power of cultivation combined with causal medicine to constantly pull out the remaining poison, so no one saw him .

"Inverting the five elements, the corrosion of the golden water has been removed, and we could continue to remove the power of the remaining five elements, but Xiaoyin is a child after all, and his status is weak, so he can only continue next time."

Zhao Wujiang's tone was warm, and he started to smile. He hugged Wang Yanning tightly, and pulled Wang Xi aside:

"I miss you so much"

On the occasion of early spring.

On the ninth day of February, it is advisable to decorate the Huan wall, paint the road in Pingzhi, and offer sacrifices.

Jiuyi Mountain ushered in the first batch of guests in the fifth year of Changping in the Tang Dynasty.

The Huifeng is warm and the sky is cloudless. Zhao Wujiang climbed up the stairs and entered the Zhaoling Mausoleum with Zhao Xiaoyin.

The dense tomb atmosphere in the cemetery was dispelled by Lang Lang Tianguang. The father and son opened the mechanism and walked into the passageway piled up with sapphire boulders.

The Zhaoling Mausoleum has been repaired, and on the basis of retaining the original layout, a few more layouts and organs have been added. The dense and complicated talisman inscriptions are engraved on the boulders, guarding this pure land.

The inscriptions on the talismans were all produced by Zhao Wujiang, a top magician, and then engraved by people from the Ministry of Industry and the Mohist School of Huguofang.

Fifteen stone gates are grand and grand, simple and vicissitudes. Above the lintels, there are stone platforms the size of a fist protruding from them, on which are burning ever-burning lamps.

The flickering lights are the light in this darkness.

"boom"

The loud sound of the stone door opening resounded through the quiet space, the ninth stone door slowly opened, Zhao Wujiang looked solemn, took Zhao Xiaoyin's little hand, and stepped into it.

"Brother, I'm here to see you again."

There are more than ten coffins, and the one at the front has a square shape and rounded corners. The wood is deep and simple, and it is the coffin of Wei Zheng.

Next to it, the coffin is flat and thin, like a person standing with bones, the wood is rotten, surrounded by the smell of time, it is Wang Yifang's coffin.

"Uncle Wang, Xiao Yin has also come to see you."

Zhao Xiaoyin bowed and performed the sacrificial ceremony.

"Brother, I will take Xiaoyin to travel around thousands of miles. I may not come to see you this year during the Qingming Festival."

Zhao Wujiang flicked his long sleeves, and yellow paper sprayed out from the cuffs. The yellow paper ignited in the air, turned into small fire dragons and fell on Wang Yifang's coffin. The black ash is like the new clothes of the night.

Xiaoyin has been pulled out of the golden water in the power of the Five Elements Immortal by him, and he will fall into a deep sleep in as short as half a month, as long as a ten-day period, and Xiaoyin's wish before falling asleep is to step out of Chang'an City and see the outside world.

After sacrificing the eldest brother today, Zhao Wujiang will take Xiao Yin on a journey of thousands of miles.

Read thousands of volumes and travel thousands of miles.

On the tenth day of February, at the end of noon, the sky was clear, with a few dark clouds gathering.

On a mountain trail from Hedong Road to Jiannan Road, a father and son walked leisurely, like enjoying flowers.

Their first stop was Zhaojia Village in Yucheng, Jiannan Road.

The mountains and forests are dense, and the road to the land of Bashu is steep and difficult.

Since ancient times, the road to Shu has been difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. Even experienced businessmen are afraid to set foot on the road to Shu.

And Zhao Xiaoyin was cheering for joy at the moment, constantly shuttling through the mountains and forests, feeling the atmosphere of vegetation.

For many years, he has lived in Chang'an City almost all of his life, and he can see everything that is prosperous, but now he stepped into the mountains and forests, like a bird embracing the sky.

Novelty and relaxation occupy his small body, and a smile hangs on his small face all the time.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Wujiang listened to his son's laughter, and looked at his son's jumping back, with a smile on his lips.

He walked slowly, but he always followed the running Xiao Yin not far behind, never being pulled down, and there was no trace of footprints left in the places he walked at the same time.

"Daddy, daddy, look, there is a big town down there."

Zhao Xiaoyin cheered excitedly, he took out a small map from his arms, his big eyes flashed brightly, and searched for comparison on the map:

"Kang'an County, it's Kang'an County, Daddy, after passing through Kang'an County, we will enter Jiannan Road!"

Zhao Wujiang came to the place where Xiaoyin was. They were already stepping on the top of the mountain and among the forests. Looking down, there was a plain surrounded by mountains in the front and bottom, and there was a river passing through the plain. They lived by the river, and the two sides were clearly separated. Just like a house.

The houses are patchwork, and from a distance, the rubble is black and the walls are gray and white, spreading to the southwest like flowing water, merging into the farthest mountain range.

"Let's go, we will rest here tonight."

Zhao Wujiang patted Xiaoyin's small head, and looked up to the sky. The scorching sun at noon was being covered by dark clouds, and the stacked dark clouds made the surroundings look a bit gloomy.

He smiled lightly, and said nothing, but in his black and white eyes, the yin and yang energy accelerated, as if he was cheering and secretly delighted.

"Let's go."

Zhao Xiaoyin was wearing an indigo robe, simple and natural, and carrying a small package on his back. At this moment, he opened his arms, like a bird, and ran along the mountain path to Kang'an County at the foot of the mountain.

Not the right time.

The father and son were about to walk to the foot of the mountain, and the hustle and bustle of the city was blowing in their faces.

Compared with what they saw on the top of the mountain, the Kang'an County they saw at this moment, looking around, was as large as Chang'an [-] Square.

There are not many palaces and pavilions, but the houses are brand new, dilapidated houses are almost invisible, densely populated, noisy and peaceful.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, there are green trees on both sides of the road. Every ten steps, there is a wooden sign hanging on the tree. On the wooden sign, there are two round and majestic official characters "Kangxian".

The father and son walked towards the county, and there were many farmers talking with their shoulders on their shoulders. They were not surprised to see the person coming, but Zhao Wujiang's handsomeness and Zhao Xiaoyin's cuteness made them take a second look.

Zhao Wujiang wore a blue-gray robe, gentle and elegant, carrying a package and an oil-paper umbrella on his back, like a teacher, while Xiao Yin smiled and looked at the surrounding scenes curiously, as if he was following his elders for the first time. Children outside.

"Daddy, isn't it called Kang'an County? Why are we here, and those wooden signs are all Kang County?" Zhao Xiaoyin asked curiously.

His voice was clear and loud, and the farmers beside the road all laughed and turned to look at him.

"Little baby, is this your first visit to Kang'an?" A farmer put down his hoe and smiled while leaning on it.

Zhao Xiaoyin nodded seriously: "Yeah."

The farmer raised his eyebrows towards the southwest:

"Hedong is Kang County, and Hexi is An County. If you add it up, it's Kang'an. Is it raining?"

The farmer stretched out his hand, and the raindrops hit the ditch in his hand. He looked a little puzzled, and what was even more puzzled was that the handsome man who was asking about the temperament of the teacher next to the child had already taken out the oiled paper behind him when the child was asking the question. The umbrella has been opened at this moment, like a prophet who has prepared for the rainy day and the world.

"clap clap"

Light rain fell from the sky, and then it became bigger and bigger. The bean-sized raindrops engulfed the soil, and the water vapor of the world rushed towards the face.

Hiding under the oil-paper umbrella, Zhao Xiaoyin inhaled slowly, the air mixed with vegetation and water vapor entered his nose, fresh and depressing, and flowed into his abdomen, and when he exhaled again, he felt extraordinarily comfortable.

He raised his small head to look at his father, his father's eyes were deep, and he seemed to be able to capture all the light of the sky in his eyes.