Lord of Time!

Chapter 6
It's cold in spring, and the remaining snow is melting.

Chang thought twice and waited until the sun was three poles before Shi Shiran climbed up from the nephrite-like body of my concubine.

Although I got up a bit late, I couldn't let go of the "sitting show" every day. This is the ability to settle down, and it is all due to this ability to live such a comfortable life now.

Pulling the bones and stretching the tendons, changing the tendons and washing the marrow, often thinking twice and carefully, slowly exhaling the cold morning air, and doing all kinds of strange and difficult movements.I only felt the muscles and bones stretched a little bit, as if there was heat flowing through the flesh and blood.

A lot of energy wasted last night, and in this strange movement, he recovered little by little.

It wasn't until the blood all over his body was surging like a big wave, and his whole body warmed up, that he slowly retracted his hands, and exhaled a wave of mixed white air.

'An inch of tendons can prolong life by ten years. '

Chang Sansi is very satisfied with her current situation, but she is not in a hurry to complete the task.

He knows that some things, as long as they keep procrastinating, they will always turn around.

Qisetang, the position of deputy incense master of Qingzi Xiangtang, is actually not bad...

If you want someone, you need money, and the most important thing is to be very well-informed, which is very helpful for completing the tasks entrusted by the lord.

After finishing his practice, he washed his hands and wiped his face, drank scallion liquor comfortably, and drank a bowl of warm milk and rice porridge.

I only felt the warmth in my stomach and intestines, and I let out a long and comfortable sigh.

Just as he was enjoying this leisurely life to the fullest.

The servant hurried in to report, which ruined his good mood for the day.

"You mean, Yan Laohei died, or was killed by a few disabled little beggars under him, ha... What a waste."

Chang Sansi raised her head and laughed, laughing anxiously, coughed twice, almost choked on the hot porridge.

"Yes, sir, their bodies are still placed in the Earth Temple on Qilin Street. At that time, there was Zhang Dazi who went with him. He witnessed a few little beggars doing things."

The boy knew that the more cheerful the Chang Fu Xiangzhu laughed, the more he wanted to kill someone.

He couldn't help but be more careful when speaking.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Chang Sansi put down the porridge bowl, and said softly with a smile: "Come here a few people, follow me to have a look. I never thought that our Qingzi Xiangtang has a talent."

Yan Laohei was personally promoted by Cao Mang, so he naturally knows this person's abilities very well.

No matter how bad it is, they are hard stubbles that have been forged. How can they be killed by a few beggars who can't eat enough? This matter is strange, and Chang Sansi couldn't help being more curious.

……

The earth temple became more and more dilapidated, and there was a stench coming out.

This is not a place for people to live in, and few people go in to have a look on weekdays.

Now that several corpses have been dragged out, weeds are overgrown, and the place where broken bricks and tiles are located is even more creepy, like a mass grave.

"Speaking carefully, how did they die?"

Chang Sansi glanced twice, and basically saw the cause of death of these people, but some details were still uncertain.

"Those guys were too vicious. First they used incense ash to smear their eyes, and then they suddenly attacked their hands. Boss Yan lost his life if he didn't guard against it. And Brother Li, the thief with his severed hand came from behind..."

Big Beard Zhang broke down in tears, his face was full of regret, and he spoke sincerely...

The left side of his face was heavily swollen with five finger prints, and he didn't dare to delay at this moment, he hastily described what he saw that night.

"You mean, one cripple, one with a broken hand, and one eunuch, killed Yan Laohei..."

Chang Sansi found that he couldn't help laughing again, so he held back, pointed to the corpses and said, "Go, they shouldn't be far away, even if they leave the city, they won't be able to enter the mountain. Anyway, take a few All the little guys were caught and cut up one by one. Otherwise, if others know, they will say that our Qingzitang is not up to date and doesn't understand the rules."

Chang Sansi doesn't really care whether people die or who dies.

The problem is that Yan Laohei is following him, and he personally ordered the management of the beggars and refugees in Qilin Street.

Being killed by a few beggars under his command, what is this?

Co-authored, promoted by himself, is such a waste.

He even had to prevent the Xingqing mansion's police from knowing about it.

What a shame!

"Didn't escape, they didn't escape..."

The bearded man Zhang said quickly, knowing that Chang Fu Xiangzhu didn't intend to continue to punish him, so this fate was saved.

Since last night, he has brought a few brothers and has been staring at this area.I wanted to do it but didn't dare, and I heard strange sounds all night.

It was not until dawn that he dared to report to the higher authorities.

At this time, I was thinking of doing meritorious service to atone for my sins, but I didn't know how to express myself.

"Didn't escape? Where?"

Chang Sansi's smile could hardly be maintained, and her voice was shrill, which seemed ridiculous.

'Is it because I often think twice that I can't lift the knife, or are those murderous little beggars out of their minds? '

What do they rely on?
"It's right there, singing a little song!"

The bearded man winked and pointed in one direction tremblingly.

Qilin Street, where people come and go, is a hundred and ten steps ahead, and it is actually a little congested, and there is a series of applause, faintly heard.

"Okay, let's play another song."

"Show me a reward, it's a good song."

Someone is drinking loudly.

More people stretched out their sleeves and secretly wiped their tears while squeezing their bodies inward, their eyeballs staring at the circle as if they were stuck, crying and shouting at the same time.

"Come again, come again, I haven't heard enough."

"Good lyrics, good song, this song should only exist in the sky, how often do you hear it in the world."

This is a sour scholar, shaking his head.

A few crows flew over his head, Chang Sansi's eyes were blank, his face was strange, he looked at Zhang's bearded man, and saw that he really didn't look like he was telling a lie, so he stepped forward thoughtfully.

"Look at it."

A few people behind followed fiercely.

Not very far away, a few people approached quickly, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent...

There was a burst of crisp or dull, tinkling voices, with a strange rhythm, knocking out a soul-stirring rhythm.

Chang Sansi learned music when he was young, practiced "Silk Pulling Opera" hard, played "Xiaosheng" in the first half of his life, and became a killer under the command of the lord, with countless lives in his hands.

Originally, he thought that he had been completely cut off from the past, and he was playing the role of another person's life. Hearing this strange rhythm came to his ears, he felt a daze before his eyes, and he almost couldn't control his body. The percussion danced.

Before he could see through the gaps in the crowd what instrument was playing such a weird and beautiful piece of music, a tear-jerking tune suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky..."

The voice is clear and moving with emotion, which instantly draws people into the painting and shakes the heartstrings.

Chang Sansi's whole body shook, and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

An indescribable tremor surged into my heart.

This feeling is very familiar. Whenever he hears his favorite songs, he will be extremely immersed. It is a sequelae of learning opera when he was young. Of course, there is nothing wrong with it.

He always felt that, to be human, one must have some preferences.In this way, in this pale and ruthless world, we will not be too desperate...

"The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the friends are scattered. A pot of dirty wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight..."

The singing is melodious, with thousands of turns.

At this time, I could hear it clearly, and I could distinguish the voices of three or four men and women singing in a low voice, overlapping each other, arousing all kinds of reveries...

Chang Sansi listened engrossed, his eyes were slightly wet.He even thought of those farewells that he had forgotten long ago.

He no longer remembered what he was going to do just now, and the killing intent in his heart disappeared without a trace.

I just want to see clearly, who is the one who sings the good song and writes the good lyrics?
The several menacing men who followed behind were stunned for a moment when they saw the intoxicated expression of their deputy, Chang Fuxiang, and wanted to say something, but they dared not.

After a song was sung, the surroundings were filled with colorful sounds.

With the crowded crowd... Chang Sansi took a few steps forward, his eyes widened, and at the same time, he saw some people throwing broken silver coins, and the copper coins rained down on the ground.

Someone wiped away tears and shouted, "One more song!"

This is not the reason why Chang Sansi was surprised...

In today's age when leisure activities are extremely scarce, it is worth throwing some money to enjoy such a good song.

What surprised him was that those who sang were four half-grown children...

A little boy with a painted face had a singing voice, like an oriole singing softly; the other two boys with very similar appearance had soft and delicate voices that were difficult to distinguish between male and female.

There was also a guy with a severed hand, his voice was deep and powerful, and he occasionally used it as a harmony.

The most outrageous thing is that the beautiful sound of ding ding dong dong that I first heard...

But it was originally a lame young man with a broken leg, using a pair of bamboo chopsticks to knock on the broken bricks and tiles arranged in several rows, making the sound.

(End of this chapter)