Hidden Blade Chapter 98: That’s it

Qingzhou. Shangyuncheng.

The cold wind screamed in the city, and the pedestrians had thin faces and dull expressions.

From time to time, rickety figures can be seen sitting under the eaves on both sides of the street.

This winter is really too cold, and it’s even harder than the years when Yu Wenluo was reigning. But fortunately, the people who have swallowed the holy medicine believe that as long as they believe in sitting high in Chang'an His Majesty the Holy Emperor in the city, even dead souls can rest in heaven.

Of course, whether this idea is true or not, no one knows the answer, or the person who knows the answer is already dead.

Qian Liu sneered at the holy medicine and the various theories hyped by the government.

Qian Liu was in his early forties this year. A few years ago, his father died of illness. Qian Liu took over his father's shift and became a mausoleum-sweeping class called Wangyun Mausoleum outside Shangyun City.

Wangyun Mausoleum is also regarded as one of the best feng shui places around Shangyun City. Legend has it that for hundreds of years, a certain prefect of Shangyun City was buried nearby after his death, and then his son was on the same road. Achieved the position of state animal husbandry. Therefore, the Wangyun Mausoleum is famous, but people with certain identities want to place the tombs of their ancestors here.

However, the owner of this piece of land is very clever. Seeing the momentum of this strange product, he sits on the land and raises the price. The land in the mausoleum, which is as big as sesame seeds, has a price of ten taels. It was still in the scene of years of famine when Yu Wenluo was alive a few years ago.

Know that these ten taels of silver, put at that time, are enough for an ordinary family of three to live comfortably for a year or two. Such a price naturally discourages many people. Of course, these have nothing to do with Qian Liu who is also working under the tomb owner. Qian Liu is only responsible for looking at the tomb, sweeping the mausoleum, or helping the big families who have left their homes but still buried their relatives here. People come to worship every New Year's Day and festivals. Earning is not a lot, but it is also a must.

It’s just that in the past few years, the emperor’s elder on the land of the Great Zhou has changed one after another. The famines and snowstorms never stopped. For those who were once big families, they were almost unable to make ends meet, or they just scattered their wives. , His pay for tomb sweeping has been reduced, and the business of helping people worship is very small.

But today, Qian Liu went out early. He was wrapped in a tattered padded jacket that was stitched and stitched, patched and patched, staring at the flying snow in the sky, carrying a pot of rice wine and a little wine money, slowly He walked out of Shangyun City and headed towards Wangyun Mausoleum.

Take people's money and wealth to eliminate disasters with people.

Qian Liu is not a hero, but he is also a particular person.

Rao is now that he still hears that look from time to time in the heavy snow, a ragged little beggar knocked on his door.

The beggar was skinny, barefoot standing in front of his door, and behind him was dragging a corpse wrapped in a rotten straw mat. He took out a meal of wasted silver from his arms, lost in front of Qian Liu, and carefully divided him into two piles.

A pile of ten taels was money for buying land in Wangyun Mausoleum, and a pile of fifty taels was money for him to sweep the tomb for the next ten years.

According to the situation at the time, it is rare for ordinary people to spend so much money. Of course, even if they do, they have to carefully figure out how to spend the next year. How can anyone spend so much money for a dead person? , Not to mention a beggar with his clothes in tatters?

Qian Liuxin was suspicious, but the little beggar seemed to see through his mind, took a piece of white paper full of handwriting from his arms and handed it to him, saying: "Don't worry, this money I sold myself."

The money is clear, but things are not as simple as the little beggar thinks. It is true to buy land, but the coffin and the monument are all costs. The little beggar who knows this is very distressed. Qian Liu might have been moved by the little beggar's situation of selling his body to bury his father, or just because of the shock in his heart. He has done so many years of funeral affairs to understand the way.

So he helped the little Qi'er spend a couple of silver to make a cheap coffin, and he got a cheap tombstone. The remaining five taels of silver were only four taels left. According to the rules, he had to help the little beggar to worship the tomb for eight years.

And this year happens to be the last year.

Qian Liu, who was thinking about this all the way, finally walked to the front of Wangyun Mausoleum. When he looked up to the destination of his trip, his brows wrinkled slightly.

In the wind and snow, a figure squatted in front of a tombstone, with a black cat standing on his shoulder, and a black dog and a yellow monkey squatting beside him.

Qian Liu is a little surprised. Under such circumstances, it is still difficult for the living to live, and few people come here to worship their ancestors. But this kind of surprise was fleeting. After all, it had nothing to do with him. He stepped forward slowly along the snow-filled steps, only to discover that the grave where the figure worshipped was his destination today. .

He was stunned. In his memory, no one had come to worship except him.

He couldn't help feeling a little dazed, so he quickly rubbed his eyes and looked at the tombstone.

Although eight years have passed, Xu Gongqianrui's tomb can still be identified on the tombstones that are kept from time to time.

Exactly here.

Qian Liu confirmed that he was in the wrong place in the future. He couldn't help but feel shocked, so he cautiously lowered his head, trying to look at the figure in black with his back facing him. Could it be that the little beggar finally came back? Qian Liu thought secretly in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, you still remember this." At this moment, the black figure suddenly said, and his body slowly turned around at that time.

Qian Liu looked intently. Although the face was more mature and dull, and also more windy and indifferent, it might be that the little beggar left Qian Liu's impression that year was too deep. Some, Qian Liu recognized the young man in front of him as the little beggar for the first time.

At this moment, the young man was smiling and looking at Qian Liu. Qian Liu didn't come back to his senses until a long time later. He didn't know how to face the eight-year reunion. He just squeezed out a sentence from his mouth after a long while: "Are you back?"

But as soon as the words were spoken, Qian Liu regretted it. Obviously, the relationship between him and the little beggar of the year can only be regarded as a simple transaction relationship, and this kind of opening statement is somewhat of a close meaning.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to care. The young man nodded, and reached out from Qian Liu's hand to take the pot of rice wine prepared for the people in the tomb. Qian Liu is also a person with strong eyesight. When the Lord came, there was no reason for him to worship as an outsider. He put the things in his hand aside one after another, bowed to the young man, and then stepped aside.

Xu Han opened the seal on the jug, and the faint aroma of rice wine overflowed from the jug at that time.

Xu Han shook the hip flask and looked at the tombstone with a smile.

"I remember you like drinking alcohol the most, but at that time you couldn't even eat a bite of rice. Where did you drink the alcohol?"

Speaking of this, Xu Han poured the hip flask, and the wine slowly spilled at that time, and then he raised the hip flask to the tombstone, and raised his head to take a sip of the drink.

"To be honest, I used to think you were stupid." After drinking, Xu Han looked at the tombstone again and said: "I can work hard to live better, but I always want to live by begging for food." /

"But now that you think about it, you're doing well."

"If you drink alcohol, you will sleep in the ruined temple all day without alcohol."

"You didn't treat me very well, but after all, you gave me a bite of food, and after all, you didn't fool me."

"You confessed your fate, so you were hungry and cold for half your life, and now you lie here. I don’t recognize your fate, so I was left and left, born to death."

Speaking of this, Xu Han smiled bitterly, and said with a mockery: "I don't know if I get more or lose more."

Xu Hanyan said that he raised the flask again and sprinkled it in front of the tomb, and then took another sip by himself.

"Actually, sometimes I also think, if I had listened to you and sold myself to a large family, what would I be like now? Marry a wife in a house, a husband and a child, but I only need to take care of the changes in the world. It’s a good one-third of my acre, but it’s not bad, right?"

Xu Han squinted his eyes, poured the wine toward the tomb again, then raised his head and drank the last bit of wine in the jug.

He then stood up and bowed respectfully to the front of the tomb.

"Just keep lying here, I can't look back, I can only fight to the end."

"If I am lucky enough to return in his new year, I will come to drink with you again, okay?"

Qian Liu, standing on the side, carefully observed the little beggar that year. The black clothes showed an extraordinary texture. The wooden box on his back seemed to contain a lot of clothes, plus the cats, dogs, and yellows that followed him. The monkey seems to be the job of the protagonist.

It's not bad for a little beggar to have no father or mother, relying on his own ability to work hard to this step.

Qian Liu thought secretly in his heart, but at this moment, Xu Han, who had drunk the last drop of the drink, stood up and walked to him.

"You have a heart, you still remember your father after so many years." Qian Liu said.

Xu Han smiled, stretched out his hand in his arms and fumbled for a while, then took out a heavy silver pair, and put it into Qian Liu’s hand, saying: “I will ask my eldest brother to take care of me in the future. My father is alone. I am very lonely here."

Qian Liu's heart tightened, and he weighed it slightly and felt that the amount of silver in the purse was huge, at least 15 or 60 yuan. I think this young man will not stay here for long. According to the amount of silver taels, it is enough for him to worship for more than 30 years. This is obviously a posture that he does not intend to come back again.

Qian Liu gave birth to a little bit of sentimentality inexplicably, now who is not in this world?

"Aren't you coming back?" Qian Liu couldn't help asking.

Xu Han didn't seem to expect that Qian Liu would ask again, but thinking that the other party hadn't forgotten the worship in the past eight years, he nodded gently: "I can't come back."

Qian Liu sighed, looked at the tombstone that was not far away, and said: "Your father is actually quite lucky. It's a pity that you have a sensible son like you to be buried in this Wangyun Mausoleum. I have been sweeping the tomb of Wangyun Mausoleum for a lifetime. I don’t know where I can be buried when it’s time. I’m afraid I won’t even be able to find the person who collected the body."

"Where are the eldest brother's children?" Xu Han couldn't help asking.

"Hey." Qian Liu sighed again after speaking about this topic, "Dead."

"What kind of saint soldier, saint son, was pulled up by those officials. The last one did not come back, and they all died there."

Maybe it’s because of the feeling of love, or thinking that Xu Han won’t stay here for long. Qian Liu’s thoughts that have been hidden in my heart for a long time were poured out by him at this time: "Heh, I don’t understand. It’s the Saint Son of Saint Soldier. My brother’s son died in this matter, but he is just like a okay person. On the contrary, he complains from time to time that his son is unbelievable and cannot become a Saint Soldier to open up territory to His Majesty the Holy Emperor."

"It is said that the emperor's lord is our god, but even if it is true, the lord can't just take the life of a good person without saying anything, right?"

"It’s all about taking it away. These people don’t think about their children or complain about God’s injustice. Instead, they blame the dead. Sometimes I don’t know if I am confused or they are confused. ."

Speaking of this, Qian Liu sighed again, seeming a little annoyed, but he didn't know where to vent.

Hearing a flash of light in Xu Han's eyes here, he seemed to have realized something, and suddenly asked: "Isn't the eldest brother taking that holy medicine?"

Qian Liu was taken aback when he heard the words, only then did he realize that he had lost his words.

The holy medicine is something under the hair of a person, and everyone must take it. If it is found that the holy medicine has not been taken, it is a matter of decapitation. And this person who took the holy medicine decided not to say the least bit of dissatisfaction with the holy emperor, Qian Liu's expression suddenly changed, and he wondered how to realize his failure.

"What are you talking about? I am too grateful for the holy artifacts given by the emperor. Why would I not eat them?"

Qian Liu said so and hurriedly waved his hand, "It's getting late, I have to go back first, I'll remember your matter, don't worry."

Qian Liu was really a little flustered, and couldn't think of a good remark. He could only say that, and he had to leave with excuses, lest he would lose his words.

Xu Han squinted his eyes and looked at Qian Liu, who was leaving quickly, thinking secretly. As far as he knew, the Senluo Temple had a perfect way to check whether the people were taking holy medicine, but this man could avoid it. The other party's interrogation, there is obviously a nuisance hidden in it.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and his body flashed to Qian Liu who had hurriedly left at that time, blocking his way.

How did an ordinary citizen of Qian Liu see Xu Han's ability, suddenly his heart was shocked, he took a step back subconsciously, and said in a flustered mouth: "What are you going to do?"

Xu Han didn't say anything, but stared at Qian Liu with a deep brow, and then he took a step towards the other side.

Qian Liu's heart was terrified, and he stepped back again and again, but only four or five steps later, there was a low growl behind him.

"Wow!"

Qian Liu looked back, only to see that the seemingly docile black dog with Xu Han just now seemed to have changed his appearance, looking at him with blood-red eyes and grinning teeth.

Qian Liu was so frightened that he knelt on the ground staggeringly, and began to kowtow to Xu Han, and said again and again, "My lord, forgive me, the little one really took the holy medicine. Just just"

Xu Han squinted at Qian Liu and asked softly: "Just what?"

"It's just" Qian Liu hesitated for a while and said nothing for a long time.

"Why? Let me do it myself?" Xu Han saw Qian Liu's fear, he deliberately lowered his voice, and asked again.

Qian Liu’s body shook and he had no intention of concealing it anymore. At that time, he said truthfully: "The young man didn’t dare, but he was accidentally transferred by the rat when he brought the medicine home. The young man stopped him in time. , But a holy medicine was bitten by the mouse in half. I only swallowed half of the holy medicine."

When Xu Han heard this, his eyes condensed, and he looked straight at Qian Liu who was kneeling on the ground. His eyes were like torches, and he could see through Qian Liuzhou's body that there was indeed a dull aura. After taking the symptoms of the holy medicine, his mind does not seem to be corroded by the holy medicine. Xu Han was puzzled, so he squatted down and placed one hand on Qian Liu's chest.

Qian Liu's heart was horrified, but due to the strangeness Xu Han had shown before, he didn't dare to move. He could only worry under his head, but his forehead was full of sweat.

Xu Hanfang was happily sensing the condition of Qian Liu's body, and he frowned soon.

There is an indescribable force in Qian Liu's body, entrenched in his dantian and meridians, and it is precisely because of this that his whole body exudes such a cold breath. But that power seemed too weak. After occupying his meridians, he had no spare power to spread to his head. Xu Han thought about Zhou Yuan's inference.

He once said that the pill itself does not control the human heart, but a medium that allows the secret method to take effect. Xu Han probed the situation in the man's body, and then carefully sensed the power entrenched in him, only to find that Qian Liu's deduction was not unfounded.

He separated a touch of sword intent from his body and poured into Qian Liu’s body, carefully contacting that force, and found that with the influx of sword intent, the force entrenched in Qian Liu’s body trembled slightly, as if to Fusion with sword intent. But in the end, the sword intent repelled, and the power rushed from all over Qian Liu's body, as if he wanted to repel the sword intent.

In order to prevent the damage to Qian Liu's body, Xu Han hurriedly withdrew the sword intent.

Qian Liu secretly relieved when he saw Xu Han let go of his hand on his body, he raised his head and looked at Xu Han, only to see Xu Han still lowering his head, frowning in thought. He couldn't figure out Xu Han's mind, and didn't dare to move rashly, so he could only stand still in place.

His sword intent is not the power generated by the specific method in the eye, but from the changes shown by the power in Qian Liu’s body just now, that power seems to be able to fuse with the specific power in the eye to achieve The effect of controlling the human heart is that Qian Liu has not swallowed a complete pill, so that power has not invaded his whole body, so he can't completely control it.

Xu Han wanted to understand the key to this matter, and once again reached out and pressed his hand on Qian Liu’s chest. This time he did not release a bit of sword intent, but slowly sucked a small amount from Qian Liu’s body. The power that encroached on his body.

It’s not that he is incapable of completely eradicating the evil powers in Qian Liu’s body, but Qian Liu’s ability to live in Shangyun City without being discovered by those in the Sun Luo Temple relies on the existence of this force to a large extent. Sucking it away, on the contrary, made the other party lose this layer of protection, so he only extracted a very small part to observe it closely.

However, he had just sucked that power into his palm and was about to put it in front of his eyes, but that power rioted at that time, and saw an invisible black thing leaping in his hand. Then he fleeed into his palm like a flying fish~IndoMTL.com~ Following his meridian all the way forward, the sword intent in his body was like nothing in front of that power, and couldn't stop that small power at all.

Xu Han's heart was horrified, and the sword intent of the whole body was gathered for the first time to stop it, but it was also useless. He could only watch the two meridians flowing into him all the time. The deep part of the body finally disappeared.

Xu Han stood silently on the spot for a long time, carefully sensing the changes that the force brought to him after entering the body, but in fact he could not sense any changes at all, and the power seemed to be complete It has disappeared, and no trace can be found.

It's just that Xu Han, in such a change, felt that the power actually seemed to be exactly the same as the power of the gods and demons in his body.

Could it be said that the so-called holy medicine is actually the power of the ancient magic?

Xu Han thought secretly, frowning deeper and deeper.

Qian Liu, who saw Xu Han standing still on the side, didn’t seem to have any disadvantage to him anymore. He hesitated for a while, and finally got the courage to look at Xu Han and ask: "My lord"

Xu Han came back to his senses after hearing this. He glanced at the cautious Qian Liu and said: "It's okay, you go, remember to come here every year to help me take care of my father's grave. "

Qian Liu heard that he was immediately amnesty, he hurriedly thanked Xu Han, and then turned away in a hurry.

Xu Han still stood on the spot. He was thinking about all the things before, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind: Although Zhou Yuan’s inference is correct, the condition of these people is not irreversible. As long as they can be The power of the ancient magic in the body is drawn out

Thinking of this, Xu Han's face sank. He looked up at Tian Tian and muttered: "It turns out that the so-called holy medicine, but that's it."

At that time, there was a gray sky on the gray earth, and now it is falling with gray snow