Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 117 Life and Death Disk (3)
"Yingzhou's gang of wine bags and rice bags hurriedly reported the matter to the Heavenly Court, saying that there was a change in the underworld, Wen Guwei was in trouble, Duanmu Shangxian sacrificed his life to seal the underworld, and died together with the evildoers."

"They...that's what they said?" Duanmucui felt lost, and didn't know whether it was happiness or disappointment.

"You have lost your mana, and the fairy trail disappeared at the place where Mingdao last appeared. It's not surprising that they would think so." Yang Jian paused, with a slight smile on his lips, "It's not my sister after all, they are I don't care."

Duanmucui's nose was sour, and she looked up at Yang Jian cautiously: "Brother is looking for me?"

"Why don't you look for it?" Yang Jian said lightly, "Do I have many girls that I can lose?"

Duanmucui stopped talking.

"In the past, it's not that there have been incidents in the heavens where the immortals lost their mana in danger. The lazy people in the upper realm only searched for people based on the fairy traces, and the fairy traces disappeared at the place where the accident happened. It is very difficult to find them. But It’s actually not that difficult if you really have to look for it with your heart.”

"And..." Yang Jian looked at Duanmucui, "Even if you lose your mana, as long as you have the heart and pray to the sky every day, this solitary wish of returning will always be snatched by the upper world. Duanmu, you have never done it." such an attempt."

"Yeah." What Yang Jian said was the truth, Duanmucui couldn't deny it, she wondered if she had to find an excuse to cover it up, for example, she was lazy, so she didn't want to bother...

Yang Jian smiled faintly: "But Duanmu has always been lazy, and the ceremony of prayer is complicated, and you don't even bother to do it if you think about it. In this case, I came to find you. I summoned you with a vision in Xuanping. Night is like day, and there are two days in the sky." , For seven days in a row, you never burned the talisman to respond."

"I told you that I didn't know about the vision in the sky." Duanmucui muttered.

Yang Jian sighed: "Duanmu, in your heart, is elder brother stupid?"

"Not stupid..." Duanmucui's eyes widened, not understanding why Yang Jian changed the subject.

Yang Jian's face darkened: "Since you're not stupid, don't prevaricate in front of me. You don't respond because you have a little luck, thinking that as long as you don't respond, I will die and return, so that you can stay in the world Is it?"

Duanmucui shocked him, raised his head suddenly, and said loudly: "Yes!"

Yang Jian looked at the stubbornness on her face, and suddenly recalled the past of Xiqi. He felt sour in his heart, and his tone slowed down a lot: "Duanmu, you really underestimated my concern for you. We are a family. If we don't find you, How can I rest assured?"

Duanmucui's eyes were red.

"There is an old saying in the mortal world that if you are alive, you must see people and if you die, you must see corpses. The disappearance of fairy trails does not mean that you are dead. If you don't respond to the vision, I don't know if you are unwilling to respond. I thought you couldn't. The world is changing, this place is not Xiqi, and you are powerless, how can you gain a foothold in the world? This world is harsh to women after all, I am very afraid that something bad will happen to you."

He spoke very slowly, and Duanmucui's tears slowly flowed down, and finally couldn't help but threw himself into Yang Jian's arms and cried loudly: "Brother, I'm the one who can't help you."

Yang Jian hugged Duanmucui and stroked her long hair with a smile: "You fell in love with Zhan Zhao, so you don't want to leave, right?"

Duanmucui choked with sobs: "Brother, don't blame Zhan Zhao, I fell in love with him."

"I don't blame him. He takes good care of you. Instead, I want to thank him."

Duanmucui raised her tearful eyes to look at Yang Jian: "Brother, can you not be a fairy? Can I stay?"

Yang Jian's face was very calm, he lifted Duanmucui from his arms: "Duanmu, we haven't finished talking yet."

"Big brother just wants to talk to me about this, right?" Duanmucui wiped away tears with his sleeves, "Then let's talk, big brother, how can we stay?"

Her gaze was so earnest, Yang Jian lowered his eyes, he really couldn't bear to let her down, and after a long time, he whispered: "Duanmu, you have to know, there is no red line on Zhan Zhao's feet."

"I know, I knew it a long time ago." Duanmucui hurriedly grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve.

"You knew it a long time ago?" A trace of doubt flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, "Then, what do you think?"

"Because immortals don't fall in love, and because Zhan Zhao... likes me." Duanmucui bit her lower lip, and said with difficulty, "It is impossible for Yuelao to connect me with his feet. He doesn't have a red thread, I Accompanying him by his side, isn't it logical, brother?"

Yang Jian looked at Duanmucui steadfastly, and suddenly burst out laughing, he laughed so exaggeratedly that he burst into tears.

Duanmucui gradually became uneasy amidst his laughter.

"Because immortals don't fall in love, and because Zhan Zhao likes you? Duanmu, you are so self-righteous!" Yang Jian couldn't breathe for a long time laughing, "You really are, self-righteous!"

"Why is that?" Duanmucui tried hard to calm herself down, but she still couldn't control her trembling voice.

"That's because Zhan Zhao died at the age of 27. He died in Xixia, before marrying a wife and having no heirs, so there is no red line on his feet at all!"

Deathly silence.

"The Zhan Zhao that big brother mentioned, I know... that one?"

Yang Jian didn't even look at her, just poured the wine by himself and drank it down in one gulp.

Duanmucui gritted her teeth, sat up abruptly, overturned the case with a bang, and the wine in the pot poured all over Yang Jian.

Yang Jian remained calm, picked up a corner of his cloak, and watched the wine flow down quietly.

"Brother, let's talk about our own affairs, why curse Zhan Zhao!"

Yang Jian smiled and looked up: "It turns out that the elder brother is not only stupid, but also stingy in your heart. Cursing a mortal? I, Yang Jian, don't even bother to do it."

Duanmucui's eyes were blurred.

"Zhan Zhao will really die?"

"After knowing that you liked Zhan Zhao, I was half curious and half angry. I went to check Zhan Zhao's background, but I didn't expect this person to be so blessed..." A trace of regret flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, "But this will save me trouble. There is a lot of talk. If he is alive, you must be reluctant to leave; since he is dead, you should give up. Night turns into day, there are two days in the sky, why did I wait until the seventh day to come to you, just to avoid brothers and sisters Fighting, wait until the day you give up your heart. Duanmu, the world of mortals are all illusions, go home with elder brother."

Duanmucui's heart trembled: "Why is today the day I give up my heart?"

"Because today is the day of Zhan Zhao's death." Yang Jian said calmly, "When we were talking, he was dying, or he was already dead. Believe it or not, admit it or not. Well, that's what fate deserves."

Duanmucui cried bitterly, knelt down on the ground, and firmly grabbed Yang Jian's lapel: "Brother, save Zhan Zhao, he is a good man, he didn't deserve to die."

Yang Jian sighed, and slowly bent down: "If possible, I would also like to save Zhan Zhao, in order to thank him for his kindness to you. But Duanmu, between heaven and earth, only fate is immutable. If he dies suddenly, the immortal method can save him; but when the fate is up, no one with power can turn the tide. Do you remember the last time, you were punished for delaying the return of Liang Wenqi's soul? Are you the last time? Xian, then you should know that this time, Big Brother is really helpless."

Duanmu Cui burst into tears: "Zhan Zhao is a good man, brother, a good man deserves good rewards."

"This is just wishful thinking of ordinary people." Yang Jian's eyes fell on an unknown distance, "Duanmu, you have also been a god for thousands of years, and you have seen a lot of things in the world. Throughout the ages, good people may not always be good. Retribution, evil people do not necessarily have retribution. The reason why so many people hope for fairness in the world is because unfairness is the norm. Zhan Zhao is indeed a good person. My eldest brother hopes that he will have good retribution in his next life. Fu Zuo is long."

Duanmucui stopped talking, and after a long time, she grabbed Yang Jian's hand and stood up slowly.

"Speaking these words may be cruel to you, but long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." Yang Jian stroked her hair, "Duanmu, treat it as a dream. After you go back, take a long sleep and wait for you to wake up." After you come here, you will find that, not to mention Zhan Zhao, everyone you know, even the Great Song Kingdom, has changed dynasties. At that time, the pain of losing Zhan Zhao will not be so deep."

Duanmucui didn't listen at all, she stared blankly at Yang Jian's face, and suddenly said: "I remember, when I first went to the battlefield, I was defeated. At that time, I felt ashamed for Shangfu, so I hid alone and cried. Shang Father found me and scolded me."

Yang Jian was startled, not understanding why she suddenly brought up this section, but still thoughtfully followed her and said, "And then?"

"Then I seldom cry, because tears can't help me win battles, and no one cares whether I cry or not, whether it hurts or not."

"And then?" Yang Jian took a deep breath to suppress the sourness in his heart.

Duanmucui's face was still wet with tears, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "But in front of Zhan Zhao, I always cry, and sometimes I don't want to cry, but I have to cry hard."

She looked up at Yang Jian: "Brother, am I ridiculous?"

Yang Jian didn't know how to answer her.

Duan Mucui gently fell into Yang Jian's arms: "Brother, I may have a bad temper and be ignorant, but when it comes to the general situation, I always know how to advance and retreat. I will not make things difficult for you, and I will not make excessive demands. Only One thing, please promise me, send me to see Zhan Zhao."

Yang Jian was silent.

Duanmucui smiled: "I promised Zhan Zhao to be a family with him. Now he is alone outside, and I'm going to see him off. A family should be like this, isn't it?"

"it is good."

Zhan Zhao disguised himself and traveled through the starry night. On the evening of the fourth day, he arrived at the outskirts of Xingzhou City.

Xingzhou City is the capital of Xixia. Since Li Yuanhao, the son of Xia Lord Li Deming, took the throne seven years ago, the relationship between Xixia and Song has become increasingly tense.Li Yuanhao first abandoned the surname Li and called himself Wei Mingshi. In the next few years, he established Xixia's own year name, built palaces, established civil and military classes, issued a bald decree, and sent a large army to attack Guazhou, Shazhou, and Suzhou in Tubo. It has become a dark cloud covering Song soil.

And this dark cloud had the potential to turn into a thunderstorm last year - Li Yuanhao proclaimed himself emperor, and Jianguo was named Daxia.Song Ting was extremely angry, and the relationship between the two parties officially broke down.There are rumors that Li Yuanhao intends to seek war against the Great Song Dynasty. It is precisely because of this that the secret guards belonging to Pang Taishi have become more and more active in Xingzhou, hoping to spy more on the Xixia military situation in case of accidents.

This trip to Xingzhou was urgently ordered, and I was afraid that there was something wrong with the Songtang side.

The internal and external inspections in Xingzhou are very strict, and the Dangxiang people are bald, which is even more different from the Song people.Even if Zhan Zhao was wearing a Hu suit, he couldn't hide the difference in hair. If he was wearing a bamboo hat and scarf, it would be even more suspicious.So I had to avoid it far away, and according to the secret method of communication, taking advantage of the darkness and no one, I found a loose brick and stone at the first place under the wall of the far east, and painted a small pine tree on it with powder stone.

In the early morning of the second day, as he expected, a caravan leaving the city and a cargo convoy entering the city "disputed" at the gate of the city over a trivial matter.The savage battle caused the city gate guards to laugh and point fingers. In the commotion, no one noticed that a member of the caravan sneaked away, and when he came back, the hat was lowered, and Zhan Zhao .

As a result of the incident, the groom of the caravan fell to the ground bleeding from his head, and Zhan Zhao and another person carried him head and foot into the city to find a hospital.Because the caravan had already checked the roads when they left the city, the city guards didn't care, and waved their hands to let them go.

Along the way, the groom grumbled and didn't show anything unusual, Zhan Zhao kept his face and didn't ask questions.Not long after we arrived at the hospital with the curtain, there were many party members waiting for medical treatment, the groom shouted forcefully: "Doctor, show us quickly, if you are late, you will die. "

The doctor raised his eyelids, and waved his hands in disgust: "Send it to the back, we'll talk when we're free."

The groom was very reluctant, and was sent into the backyard yelling.A burst of laughter broke out among the medical seekers, and some people praised: "Why should he see it first? It should be so prestige to kill him! Doctor, if he messes with you, I will be the first to refuse!" Amidst the uproar, the three hurried into the backyard.The groom stopped snoring, and went down quickly, looked around vigilantly for a while, then lowered his voice and said to Zhan Zhao: "Follow me!"

In his heart, Zhan Zhao praised them for their impeccable deeds.

After entering the house, he turned to the study first, Zhan Zhao had already made a rough guess in his heart.Sure enough, the groom moved the blue-and-white porcelain vase on the shelf, and the bookshelf next to the entire wall moved halfway, revealing a deep downward stone step.

It wasn't until the group of people entered the tunnel that the groom greeted Zhan Zhao: "Qi Desheng under the banner of the master of the Pine Hall, I have met Mr. Zhan."

Zhan Zhao slightly arched his fist: "Don't dare to do it."

Qi Desheng looked Zhan Zhao up and down: "I heard that Mr. Zhan is called the first sword in the Southern Martial Arts, also known as the Southern Xia. His swordsmanship is outstanding, and his skill with the sleeve arrow is even more amazing. Is there such a thing?"

These words are a bit unreasonable, but people who have been in the North for a long time usually speak in such a careless way, Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, and didn't care about it: "It's all absurd praise from friends in the world."

Qi Desheng laughed: "I don't know whether it's true or not, but my brother only believes in one sentence. You can tell if it's a donkey or a horse after you pull it out for a walk." There is an iron plate at the top, and a hanging ring on the bottom.Qi Desheng took a step ahead, listened to the movement with his ear, and then stretched out his hand to support it, and lifted the iron plate from bottom to top.

When I came out and looked around, I found that I was in a rocky rockery.Looking through the holes in the rocks, you can see a clean and spacious courtyard and the blue sky above.

Taking two steps towards the middle of the courtyard, Qi Desheng turned around and cupped his hands: "Master Zhan, please wait here for a while."

The guests do as they please, and Zhan Zhao immediately stopped.As soon as Qi Desheng and the person accompanying him left, there was no news, and the empty courtyard seemed extremely silent.Although this trip was smooth, Zhan Zhao didn't dare to take it lightly for a moment, holding the giant que tightly in one hand, and holding the hat in the other, he moved lightly and walked around in place a few times.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard the whistling wind behind him, as if some hidden weapon was coming from three directions: upper, middle and lower.Zhan Zhao's heart trembled, he didn't have time to turn around, he made a move of ladder cloud vertical, which raised his body three or four feet high.At the same time, hearing the incoming movement, exerting strength on the wrist, the hat in the hand is spun out like a flying shuttle.

This move uses skillful maneuvers, the hat seems to fly away, but in fact it spins and flies back.Zhan Zhao stretched his arms, held the hat in his hand, and when he looked carefully, there were three sleeve arrows stuck in different positions on the hat, the style of the sleeve arrows was very similar to his sleeve arrows.Zhan Zhao was suspicious, and was thinking about where he was when he heard footsteps behind him, and someone greeted him with a big laugh, "As expected of Nan Xia, this evasive skill is second to none in this world. First."

Zhan Zhao was startled, turned his head quickly, and saw a tall and tall man coming out with a smile, followed by Qi Desheng not far behind.The man was wearing a crimson brocade robe, with a pattern of peonies in full bloom embroidered with dark gold thread, and a silver belt.

Zhan Zhaoye had already guessed that the other party was testing his kung fu, so he smiled lightly and stepped forward to meet him. When they reached a distance of more than ten feet, the two of them stretched out their hands and clasped fists almost at the same time.

However, Zhan Zhao was indeed clasping his fists. When the man raised his hand, it seemed to pass by his waist at random, and there was a crisp sound of gold and stones. When he looked again, a green light soft sword shone at him like a silver snake spit out its core. The door hit.

Zhan Zhao changed his posture quickly, as soon as his waist softened, he fell backwards.Seemingly on the brink of failure, he unexpectedly kicked up the man's wrist.The man snorted, and immediately retracted his wrist and retracted his sword.This time, Zhan Zhao could clearly see that the soft sword was put back into the belt, and the hilt was used as a clasp, which fit extremely delicately.

Zhan Zhao sneered, raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you want to try again?"

The man replied with a smile: "No need, masters have made moves, you can see the clues in one or two moves, you don't need to break it down to a thousand or eight hundred moves. Mr. Zhan is indeed a good player, and I will go to Shen Renjie, the master of Songtang Hall."

Zhan Zhao remained calm, and responded politely: "Sure enough, it's a great honor to meet you."

Shen Renjie smiled faintly, pretending not to hear the subtext in Zhan Zhao's mouth: "Master Zhan, let's talk in the room."

(End of this chapter)