Beyond the Divine States Chapter 92: : Destroy the city

"Brother...Even though a bag of money was stolen today, it was also a misbelief of the senior brother. It was just a lesson. But now...what are you buying this bunch of lessons now? Forget about this porcelain jar, the villain on it is pretty cute with firecrackers, but this porcelain man... this green dress and blush, the shopkeeper probably hasn’t sold it for ten years. Did you pick it up, brother? "

Ning Xiaoling pointed to the things piled up on the table with a look of grief and anger, crying without tears, looking at the brother's eyes with a bit of anger, a bit of doubt, and a bit of... sympathy.

Fang Cai Ning Changjiu suddenly said that he wanted to go out to buy some rare antiques, and applied to her for a lot of money. Ning Xiaoling thought to her that her brother has always had a vicious eye, and it should be a business that earns a lot of money without losing money, so she didn’t think much about it. Asked more and agreed.

Who knows...

Ning Xiaoling counted the piles of objects on the table one by one, and finally couldn't help it when she counted the portrait of the dancer in green shirt and red cheeks, and said: "This is also an antique? There is such an ugly antique, why is it lacking? I made a mouthful...This thing is still so big, it’s put in the house, isn’t it awkward?"

Ning Xiaoling couldn't bear it, she ran to Ning Changjiu angrily, picked up his hair, touched his forehead, and said worriedly: "Brother, why are your brains so bad these days?"

Ning Changjiu patted her head and believed: "These are old things. Keep them well. They will be valuable in the future."

Ning Xiaoling sighed and said, "Yeah, it will be old things in another thousand years, but I don't know if I will have my life waiting for them."

"Brother..." Ning Xiaoling looked at him and said pitifully: "You don't want to motivate me to practice hard and strive to live a thousand years, right?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I originally wanted to prepare some gifts for my married sister to take home, but I couldn't find the right ones, so I just bought some."

Ning Xiaoling smiled bitterly: "Brother is really casual."

Ning Changjiu said: "What do you think is appropriate?"

Ning Xiaoling stared at the ugly dancing girl porcelain servant, and muttered very unconfidently: "Brother, whatever you do is meaningful...right?"

There was a knock on the door without waiting for Ning Changjiu's answer.

Ning Changjiu went to open the door, and saw the old grandma in the daytime again. In the twilight, her wrinkled face added a bit of decay and oldness, and her dry white hair seemed to be just like in winter. Broken weeds.

"What else is the old woman?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Outside the door, the old man leaned on a cane. It was dark now. She was holding a lantern. The reddish light hazily reflected her wrinkled orange-skinned hands. The light flickered and the old man’s mouth was down. Don't, the night wind is cold.

The old woman looked at him for a while, she seemed to be a little forgetful, and only after a while did she think of him: "You are the old gentleman's apprentice..."

Ning Changjiu said: "It's me."

The old woman bent her other hand, looking at a pair of flaming couplets between her arms, and her aging voice slowly sounded: "Send a couplet for the old man, send a couplet for Zhang... the family is all in this line. I kept a few of them this year, but I forgot to send them during the day."

Ning Changjiu rejected: "We and Master may not stay here anymore. It doesn't make much sense to post or not."

The old woman paused on the crutches and said: "No, there is no blessing from the door god. It is easy to be enchanted in the house. With the door **** master, you can come back no matter how long you go."

Ning Changjiu felt that this statement was reasonable, and accepted the couplet and door **** from the old woman.

The red lantern in the hand of the old woman swayed in the night wind, leaning forward, bending her elbow, let Ning Changjiu take the things she was carrying.

Ning Changjiu thanked him: "Thank you, mother-in-law. I will explain this to Master in the future."

The old woman nodded and said: "When my heart comes, I feel at ease..."

Speaking, she slowly turned back.

Ning Changjiu suddenly asked: "I wonder how old is the grandson of her mother-in-law's family?"

The old woman replied: "The grandson is almost ten years old, and now she is studying crafts at home. I hope I can see the old man again in the future and let him personally thank him."

Ning Changjiu nodded: "Yes."

After the old woman left, Ning Xiaoling walked behind him and said angrily: "That old thing is dead long ago, so you don’t need to take things from your mother-in-law, and give her such an impossible promise. It's too much."

Ning Changjiu handed her the couplet and the portrait of the door god, and said: "There are some things that can be concealed, and the whole life will pass."

Ning Xiaoling took the couplet and the portrait, and hummed coldly: "Wrong theory!"

Ning Xiaoling unfolded the portrait, frowned and looked at it, her body stunned, and said: "Is this warding off evil spirits or recruiting ghosts? How can the painting be so scary..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Why use poison to fight poison? Is it possible to draw a benevolent grandfather? If the younger sister is a heavenly official, is it necessary to assign the **** of wealth to exorcise ghosts?"

Ning Xiaoling feels somewhat reasonable, looking at the portrait of thick eyebrows, big eyes, exaggerated expression, wearing a bone-like armor, stepping on a broken skull, holding a mahogany sword, and copper bell-sized eyes staring at the sky, as if Feeling pleasing to the eye, he said with a heartfelt words: "Then send you out on the expedition."

She picked up the pair of couplets and examined them again, and they wrote "the sky is beyond the bright moon and the green mountains are not old" and "the city mansion of a pond will live forever with the immortal gate".

"Let's put that pair first..." Ning Xiaoling silently calculated the order, but did not ask for help from the senior.

In the past, hanging new couplets and posting door gods were things that people with well-off families would only do. Ning Xiaoling changed every year at home when he was young, until that sudden change...

She thought about the sad things, hugged them to the door, posted them, and sighed: "Oh, brother, look, the things that the old lady gave are more practical than what you bought at a big price. !"

Ning Changjiu fiddled with the "antiquities" he bought on the table, and smiled and promised: "Junior sister taught me so."

Ning Xiaoling listened to his perfunctory, hands on hips, air said: "Brother is really getting useless!"

When Ning Xiaoling finished her busy work, Ning Changjiu went out and inspected her results. Ning Xiaoling was very satisfied with the door couplets she personally posted. The sooner they were, the more festive they became.

Ning Changjiu just smiled slightly, then cast his gaze into the night, not knowing where to look.

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In the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom, in the study room, Zhao Xianger sits alone in his clothes, with ink spreading over his shoulders, a pair of lacquered eyes looking at the slips and scrolls placed on the long case, seeming to be thinking quietly.

The floor lantern was already on fire, and the light of the fire passed through the veil of the veil, and when it fell on her, it was a little desolate.

The two court ladies stood on both sides of her with their heads hanging down, quietly waiting for the young girl emperor in black dragon robes to speak.

Zhao Xiang'er has read those piled books one by one, and she thought in her mind that the dragon robe was as dark as thick, and the real dragon with fine gold thread embroidered on it was lying quietly. The girl's back was always straight, and the robe fell like a cliff from the back of her neck.

Seeing that the master is so serious, the two court ladies naturally stood upright, their expressions solemn, and even their breathing was much lighter.

After a long time, Zhao Xianger closed the scroll in his hand, closed his eyes and calmed down, and said: "Return to the library."

The two court ladies hurriedly took orders to pick up her table.

Zhao Xianger looked at these materials, recalled what happened in the palace two months ago, and wondered if there were any details he had missed.

"If the imperial city was really haunted, what was the source? How did it disappear in the end?"

"Most of the Taoist priests who were invited were small and well-known ghost-expelling Taoists in the imperial city, and the rest were also in Kangcheng, Yangzhou city and other places adjacent to the imperial city. Why did there be another Linhe city... this Linhe If the city is farther away, it will be the Shahe River. It almost touches the border with the Kingdom of Zhen. For such a far place, it is necessary to edit a book. Please ask an old Taoist priest who is not so clever in Taoism?"

"And that person happened to be Ning Qinshui..."

"Also, why did Ning Qinshui come all the way? What did he promise? It was the witch master's line who invited Taoist priests back then. Now the witch master's line has been ruined, it should be nothing. People know this..."

"Ning Qinshui...Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling, a remote town...Is there such a coincidence in this world?"

Zhao Xianger suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Wait."

The two court ladies who had packed up the slips and prepared to deposit them in the library stopped their movements and faced her respectfully.

Zhao Xianger said: "Go and find information about Linhe City and send it to me."

"Linhe City?" One of the court ladies was slightly startled, and said: "Your Majesty, the servant girl was born in Linhe City."

Zhao Xianger frowned again, wondering if such a coincidence really happened in the world?

"Tell me about Linhe City." Zhao Xianger said.

The palace lady's orchid finger lightly touched her chin, her eyes briefly lost focus and thought for a while, and said: "I don't know what your Royal Highness wants to know, Linhe City is just an ordinary town, there is nothing special about it."

Zhao Xianger asked: "Are there any legends of strange people and strange things, or weird buildings?"

The maid thought for a while and said: "The most famous city of Linhe is the big river that passes through the city. The upper reaches of that big river is said to be the Shahe. Back then, when Zhao fought against the Kingdom of Xuan, the bones of Shahe became mountains. Many of them were rushed into the city and buried under the river. The **** anger persists. It is said that many water ghosts have been born, and it took a lot of effort to be able to make a boat. But that is also what the elders said, more than ten years ago. Old things."

"Shahe..." Zhao Xianger nodded slightly, his thoughts moved slightly, and asked: "What is the name of the river in your city?"

"His Majesty, the river in my hometown seems to have no fixed name. Some are called Shashui, and some are called Chunwan because the river does not freeze in winter. It is the wooden bridge that crosses the river. It is famous, named Dinghunqiao. This name is said to have been taken more than ten years ago in order to suppress the long-lasting ghosts in the river." The palace lady recalled slowly.

Zhao Xianger listened calmly, with some faint anxiety in her heart, and continued to ask: "Are there any strange things?"

The maid said: "Your Majesty, the slave and maid left Linhe City when he was seven years old. Where do you remember so much? Hmm... But, if you really want to be famous, it is our Lord of the City."

"The City Lord of Linhe City?" Zhao Xianger said: "It is said that he is a noble and sympathetic...an old man?"

The maid nodded and said: "The lord of the city is very prestigious. It is said that he came to the lord of our city when he was young. When he first took office, he attacked many corrupt officials and those who are not benevolent. Although privately he was called the iron-blooded Yama. , But it is very popular among the people."

Zhao Xianger nodded.

After a while, another court lady sent the document about Linhe City to Zhao Xianger's case.

Zhao Xianger took the document, took out the map book in it, and began to read it.

"What kind of ghost has been in Linhe City? Or is it a large-scale attack on the city by mountain ghosts?" Zhao Xianger asked while reading.

The lady of the court apologized and said: "His Royal Highness, the slave and maid really can't remember, but Lincheng River is still peaceful in my impression, and the mountain ghosts are rarely heard of."

"So..." Zhao Xianger nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "There are so many mountains around Linhe City, how come there are no mountain ghosts?"

The maid did not hear clearly, she whispered softly: "What did your highness ask..."

Zhao Xianger closed the map and said, "Let Tang Yu come here."

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"His Royal Highness hasn't slept so late? Still thinking about what happened two months ago? In my opinion, it should be just an ordinary haunted ghost. When the old fox comes out, how can these little ghosts dare to see the big ghost? Make times, don’t need us to drive them away, they will all go away..."

When Tang Yu saw Zhao Xiang as a child, he looked at her porcelain-white complexion and the exhaustion on her exquisite little face, and said a few words of relief.

Zhao Xianger shook his head and said: "I don't think things are that simple."

Tang Yu frowned and asked, "His Royal Highness has anything new to discover?"

Zhao Xianger said: "I'm not sure...but I have to go to Linhe City. I am calling you over now because I want you to make arrangements for New Year's Eve, so that the imperial city won't get into trouble." /

Tang Yu was shocked and hurriedly said: "The state banquet is just around the corner. Many things will be announced on New Year's Eve. How can your Highness not be here?"

Zhao Xianger sighed and said: "I'm just afraid of more trouble."

Tang Yu said in a puzzled way: "No matter how big the matter is, it can be bigger than the state banquet on New Year's Eve. When the Lantern Festival comes, everyone is still waiting for His Royal Highness to cut the ceremony in person. Nothing hurts the general, and it is not too late to remedy it afterwards."

Zhao Xianger still shook his head.

Tang Yu also refused to give up, and persuaded: "If it is really dangerous, what should your Highness do? Your Highness is the future of Zhao Guo, so you must not go into danger. Then Linhe City, send someone to it, that new The promoted general is not bad, just to let him hone."

Zhao Xianger said: "Only I can go."

Hearing this, Tang Yu's heart suddenly jumped, and the words trembled slightly: "This...what big things can happen to Linhe City, besides, the army has also been redeployed in major cities. , There are also many monks with good strength."

Zhao Xiang'er said with anger, "What if someone wants to destroy the city?"

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