The devil is coming

Chapter 744 Offerings
The sword master hugged Long Yuan and leaned against the pillar, looking at Zheng Fan who was sitting in front of him.
This is not the first time that Juggernaut has seen Zheng Fan draw, using charcoal to draw clear lines;
It was at Xuehaiguan that time. Mr. Zheng was sitting in the yard painting an orange tree on a whim. After he finished the painting, he asked the sword master to comment on it.
Gou Moli evaluated this painting with astonishment, and loaded up the painting with all kinds of flattering words in bundles;
The sword master said at that time that the charm was missing.
The sword master at that time was still a little noble.
It’s just that Mr. Zheng has never had any professional mysophobia in his life, so he asked directly:
"Which painting do you want your descendants to keep?"
The sword master hesitated for a moment and pointed at the orange tree.
No one wants their descendants to have a more abstract impression of their ancestors in their minds when they recall their ancestors, or they would prefer their own faces to be more realistic.
At this time,
What Zheng Fan drew on the drawing board,
It is a mighty sheet of ice;
In the surrounding corners of the picture, a group of savages are kneeling and worshiping;
In the center of the picture, under the ice, there is a shadow of a person.
The whole painting gives people an extremely depressing feeling.
Zheng Fan put down the charcoal in his hand. This was a picture he made up in his mind based on some information he had obtained before and the information he got from the little monk Liao Fan the day before yesterday;
In terms of details, there must be a big problem. What does the person under the ice look like? Is he naked or wearing clothes or armor?
Are there any weapons around?
Hair, what color is it?
The face of a savage or the face of a Xia man?
These are all unknown.
After the little monk Liao Fan finished speaking the day before yesterday, he fell asleep. When he woke up, he just drank some porridge, then sat beside the bed in a daze, and then continued to fall asleep.
Zheng Fan did not ask him for details. The young monk's mental state was very bad and he had to wait until the blind man arrived for him to come up with the plan.
But one thing is certain,
prophecy,
it is true.
Hu Bamei's prophecy seems to have mentioned the ice layer, the awakening, and the coming of the devil;
At this point, what He Liaofan and his master saw was confirmed.
Moreover, this thing has opened its eyes, which means that he is alive. In other words, it means that he has... arrived.
What does little monk Liao Fan mean when he says it's cracked?
The ice cracked. Did he do it, or was it due to other reasons?
Now, can he leave the ice and move around freely?
Hu Bamei's prophecy contains the number "seven", so is he a person?Some other people were also staying under the ice. Did he come up first?
"You have been staring at this painting for a long time." The sword master said.
Zheng Fan nodded, stretched and said:
"This painting is very important to me."
"I see."
"Lao Yu, do you think there are real second-grade and so-called first-grade people in this world?"
"Are you an official?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I don't know, but since we have the second grade, the first grade is not impossible, but it is too difficult and rare, and we can't even see the road. Why, do you think the person in this painting is of that level?"
"I wouldn't mind speculating it to the fullest extent."
"and then?"
"Find it out first, then determine the location."
"Many emperors in ancient times have similar thoughts to yours now. Anyone who threatens their imperial power, even if it is only a threat that may arise in the future, will kill it in advance."
"Yes."
"How boring is that?" The Sword Master shook his head, "If it were me, I would wish my opponent was strong enough. No, I wish I could meet an opponent like Tian Wujing every now and then."
"You will think this kind of life is very fulfilling, but I really don't like it. I like drinking tea in the afternoon and listening to the women at home singing."
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and gently touched the picture,
Road:
"Fortunately, he is on the snowfield."
The snowfield is adjacent to my sphere of influence.
The sword master nodded.
At this time, the county magistrate came in and announced: "Master Marquis, the prefect is here."
"Please."
"Let me collect the painting for you first." The sword master stepped forward and said.
"Thank you."
"polite."
……
"Oh, Brother Zheng, what's wrong? I heard that you encountered something in Shangchuan County?"
Xu Wenzu was still so fat. When he was busy with military affairs and government affairs, he was bloated and puffy. When everything went smoothly, he was relaxed and fat.
"Well, something happened to one of the subordinates in the mansion. He was injured here and lived among the people. He was actually sold into a red tent and became a husband."
Marquis Zheng sighed as he spoke.
He mobilized nearby garrison troops in Shangchuan County. It was impossible to hide such a big movement from others, so it was better to say it openly.
The dignified Marquis of Pingxi, something like this happened to someone in the mansion. Isn't it normal for the Marquis to get angry and dispatch troops to avenge himself?
As for being played by someone who is domineering, for the current Ping Xihou, this thing is not even as good as scratching an itch.
Of course, if anyone dares to participate in a conspiracy with bad intentions, he will definitely be punished in the court first. The reason is very simple. Lord Pingxi does have the ability to have evil intentions.
"Is he okay?" Xu Wenzu asked.
"My brain hasn't been cultivated yet."
"I'm talking about people." Xu Wenzu raised his butt and winked.
"We haven't had time to pick up the guests yet."
This may be the greatest blessing among misfortunes.
"That's fine, that's fine."
"I said, brother, your focus is quite strange."
"Hey, I haven't told you about this either. I've only heard of Jin Feng Piaoyi before, and I thought it didn't matter. I think of your brother as a dignified young man, and I grew up near the desert;
But who knew that after entering Yingdu, every time I went to a banquet, there would be such dignified guests at the banquet...
Brother, I’m too embarrassed to refuse. Wherever you go, do as the Romans do, right? "
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zheng Fan actually sympathized with Xu Wenzu, because Xu Wenzu's figure and appearance were like the human form of a pig with a hyena. He was tired of eating ginseng fruits, so he liked to play new tricks.
Of course, this is misunderstood.
Furthermore, the big families in Jin regard masculinity as "elegant things", that is, gifts more valuable than gold, silver, and concubines;
In Jin, if your family is well-established, raising a singer and a dancer is nothing, but raising an elegant man is what counts;
Expensive gifts should be given to the most important people.
"Straight bitch, brother, do you know what is most irritating?"
"What is it?"
"Hey, brother, my eyes have been opened for the first time. In this world, there are actually men who are more beautiful than women, and they are both young and old!"
"Oh."
Lord Zheng looked at Xu Wenzu and blinked.
"Brother, I have never touched him."
"Ok."
"But sometimes, I'm scared just thinking about it. I've been teasing this for a long time, and I feel really eager to try it."
"Ha ha."
Lord Zheng nodded.
The two of them don't feel nervous now.
Because Xu Wenzu has long been considered half of the Sixth Master Party, and now that Ji Chengjue is the emperor, there is no need to worry about his career.
If he still wants to continue working in this position of a feudal official for a few more years, then continue. If he wants to change positions, then return to Yanjing. This will at least be the position of a minister left to him.
Therefore, during this meeting, we had a lot of leisurely time to talk about romance.
"By the way, Brother Zheng, the garrison general of Yupan City, you name me, and I will install him."
"I understand. I will make arrangements after I return. In addition, the prefect must also be my person."
Xu Wenzu narrowed his eyes, smiled, and said, "Look at what you said, what can I be reluctant to part with, brother?"
"Brother, it's not that I'm greedy, or that I want to enclose Jindong as my own backyard, but His Majesty and I have already discussed it. After two years of cultivation and rest, we are about to take action.
The soldiers and horses under my command, and the military leaders of all walks of life, must be reorganized and resettled again. If the fence is not firmly tied, there will be no way to deploy it. "
"Okay, I understand, I understand."
"Have you eaten?" Zheng Fan asked.
"No, I asked the county magistrate to get ready."
"Okay, let's eat together."
"This is not nonsense."
During this meal, the county magistrate accompanied them, pouring wine and talking with them. Zheng Fan and Xu Wenzu enjoyed the meal quite comfortably.
After the meal, before tea was served, Xu Wenzu smiled and said that since there was nothing wrong, he would go back first. This also showed that Zheng Fan seemed to have something on his mind.
Zheng Fan escorted Xu Wenzu out of the county government office.
If nothing else, the two will be the best partnership in the next few years.
After returning, Zheng Fan went to see the little monk Fan again.
I heard from the maid that he had just eaten and fell asleep again. The doctor also prescribed medicine for him to take care of his health.
Zheng Fan didn't go in to disturb him anymore. When he walked to his house, he passed by the garden and saw a pretty woman walking towards him carrying cakes.
"Master Hou, this is a specialty of my Shangchuan County, candied brown sugar cake. It is made in a unique way and cannot be eaten anywhere else. Would you like to try it?"
As he said that, he actually reached out and picked up a piece and put it to Zheng Fan's mouth.
"Ugh."
Lord Zheng sighed, this should be the concubine of the county magistrate.
"I am not in such a mood. Go back and tell your master that you have done my job well, and I will accept his kindness."
"Yes, Lord Hou."
Zheng Fan walked out of the garden and saw the sword master sitting on the steps, basking in the afternoon sun. The sword master had a smile on his lips.
"What are you laughing at?"
The Sword Master shook his head and said: "It turns out that as long as you become an official, regardless of whether you are from Yan or Jin, they are all the same."
"You just know?"
"When will we return?" Sword Master asked.
Because of the little monk Fan's matter, we were delayed for a few more days.
"I'm thinking that Liao Fan's health is not very good and he can't bear the fatigue of traveling, so I'll stay here for now. Tomorrow, you and I will go back to Fengxin City."
"What's going on here?"
"Let the blind man do the cooking."
"Okay." The sword master agreed.
Since Siniang had already left for Shengle to investigate the human traffickers, Zheng Fan slept alone after dinner.
This night, I didn't sleep very well. I woke up less than two hours after sleeping.
Outside, the north wind was blowing. Zheng Fan was lying on the bed, staring at the window opposite the bed, lost in thought.
He lay on his side like this for a long time. Suddenly, someone came from outside to report:
"Master Marquis, the young master is awake and wants to see you."
"understood."
Zheng Fan didn't waste any time, got up, dressed, and walked out of his bedroom.
When he came to the room where Fan was, he saw Fan lying on the ground, his hands and feet twitching constantly.
"Master Marquis, when he woke up at night, we prepared food for him. As soon as he took two bites, he asked where this place was, and then clamored to see you. Now, it has become like this..."
"Okay, all of you, step back. No one is allowed to come near without my instructions."
"Yes, Lord Hou."
"Yes, Lord Hou."
The maids all retreated.
At this time, the sword master in white lining came over and stood by the door, squinting.
Liao Fan raised his head and looked at Zheng Fan. The pain on his face disappeared instantly and turned into a look of surprise.
shouted:
"Master Marquis, Master Marquis, Master Marquis!"
"Are you awake?"
Zheng Fan moved forward.
Suddenly,
A stern look flashed in Liao Fan's pupils, and he screamed:
"It's you who caused my master and disciple so much misery, it's you who caused it!"
With that said, Liao Fan suddenly pounced on Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan did not hesitate. After all, he was a fifth-level master. Even if the young monk suddenly went crazy, there was no way he could get close to him. After this kick, Liao Fan was directly kicked out and hit two buildings. He stopped after reaching the coffee table.
"vomit………"
Then, Liao Fan started to vomit violently again.
Only this time, the vomited stuff contained an obvious black fishy and sticky substance.
Zheng Fan picked up the lit candle, covered his nose, walked forward, checked it, and stepped on it with the sole of his boot, and it made a "bah, bah, bah, bah" sound.
"Lao Yu, come here and take a look, what is this?"
"Don't go, it stinks."
The Juggernaut refused directly.
He was able to come out to accompany her at night because Zheng Fan promised to leave home at dawn.
Furthermore, there is no one else around Zheng Fan now. He is worried about Lord Pingxi and is afraid of the dark.
Marquis Zheng was also able to let go. He picked up the chopsticks that had fallen on the ground next to him, picked up the black stuff, then turned around and brought it to the sword master.
The sword master held his breath;
Look at the black goo caught between the chopsticks.
"Does it look like kelp?"
The sword master seemed to recognize this thing. He looked at it carefully and then said:
"It's black grass."
"Oh, what a very vivid name."
The ones that are dark, like kelp, are called black grass.
"It's something that grows on the snowfield, but the herdsmen on the snowfield all know that they shouldn't eat it unless absolutely necessary. It's just like Guanyin soil.
However, eating this food will not bloat your stomach, but it can confuse people's minds. Animals will be fine if they eat it, but people will easily have brain problems if they eat it. "
Zheng Fan pointed at the young monk Liao Fan who was kicked over by him.
"It means that the way his mind is now is because he ate too much black grass like before?"
"It must be because of this. It may be that the medicine prescribed by the doctor for two days, coupled with the kick you just gave, has some effect."
At this time,
Little monk Liao Fan climbed up and sat up.
He once again looked at Zheng Fan and the Sword Master standing at the door with some confusion.
then,
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zheng Fan,
cried weakly;
"Master Hou...go and save my master...go and save my master..."
Lord Zheng asked in surprise:
"Your master is still alive?"
"..." Little monk Fan said.
A breath of depression condensed in the young monk's throat and failed to come up. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
The sword master took action, and his figure came to Fan's side in an instant. His fingertips touched Fan's chest and made an upward stroke.
"call…………"
Liao Fan suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, and then began to breathe heavily again.
At last,
His eyes fell on Lord Zheng who was standing in front of him.
"Master Hou, Master stayed there to save me. I ran out and came to find Master Hou, to find Master Hou, to save my master, to save my master."
"Tell me carefully, did you master and apprentice discover anything in the Far North?"
"Master Marquis, you asked us to find that thing, no, that person. We found it. He is alive. He is alive."
"Speak slowly, what is the specific situation of that person? What does he look like?"
"Just... human-like."
Lord Zheng gritted his teeth.
Said: "On your body, naked?"
"No, he's wearing armor, wearing armor, black armor, and holding a knife in his hand. His eyes are so scary, so scary..."
"Did he leave your master behind?"
"No, he didn't move. The ice cracked on its own, and then...then..."
Little monk Liao Fan covered his head,
"My mind is so messed up, so messed up..."
"Don't worry, think about it slowly..."
"Master and I finally climbed out, and then someone asked us why we were here, why we were here... No, this seemed to have been asked before, before we fell and climbed out. ,
No, no, someone asked before Master and I touched the ice..."
Obviously, Liao Fan's memory has not been completely restored, and there are contradictions in the time points during the narration.
"A woman... there is a woman."
Liao Fan suddenly looked at Zheng Fan with determination.
"What kind of woman?" Zheng Fan asked immediately.
"Master said that she is very beautiful, yes, Master said that."
"and then?"
"The woman asked the master, asked the master why our master and disciple are here, who sent us here, yes, she asked, that's what she asked."
"How did your master answer?" Zheng Fan could only slowly follow his train of thought and ask.
"Master said that he is a guest of Lord Pingxi. If you follow him, you can live a good life in the temple in the future."
"..." Zheng Fan.
"Haha." The sword master couldn't help laughing.
"Then what?" Zheng Fan could only continue to ask.
"Then...then master, woman, woman, master, and then..."
Monk Liaofan started holding his head again,
"Then my eyes opened and the ice cracked. Master and I crawled, crawled..."
As the little monk Liao Fan talked, he fell asleep. This was not because he was unhappy, but because he was exhausted.
Although I have either been eating or sleeping these past two days, in fact, there has been a fierce collision in my mind, and the mental consumption is the most torturous.
"I understand a little bit more," Zheng Fan said.
"Can you understand this?" The sword master was a little curious.
Zheng Fan nodded,
Road:
"The master and the apprentice did not find the person under the ice by themselves.
Instead,
After being caught, he was sent to the ice and treated as...
Sacrifice. "
(End of this chapter)