Advise Qingshan

Chapter 89

Full of wine and food.

The next day Ye Zhuo woke up very early, he went downstairs to serve bean juice soup and porridge, and ate with Wen Xing in his room.

The elder was mostly sober from the wine, but unfortunately the blush on his cheeks couldn't go away, he and Ye Zhuo cleaned up their clothes and sat down on both sides of a round table, so that they could devote their energy to talking about something serious.Ye Zhuo described the scene of the underwater river in detail, and said with a frown, "This city is really weird."

Wen Xing asked: "It is absolutely impossible to go back 5000 years with spiritual power. Is it an illusion formation?"

Ye Zhuo said: "This is also impossible." He knocked on the table: "Wen Mang, tell me."

The pagoda spirit floated out of the jade pendant, and condensed into a handsome young man with male and female features. Shi Shiran saluted Wen Xing: "Elder."

Ye Zhuo recommended to him: "Wen Manta Ling."

Ta Ling continued: "That's right, I watched you grow up during the time the elder was sealed in the White Prison."

Wen Xing really didn't know that there was a pagoda spirit in the White Prison. After all, he had cried when he first entered the pagoda, and now he was embarrassed twice, and cupped his hands and said: "...you are young and ignorant, please trouble senior."

Ta Lingyi said, "That's right, I still remember when you first came..."

Ye Zhuo slapped him down: "You talk about business."

Only then did Wen Mang restrain his expression, and cupped his hands and said, "It's like this. When I entered the underwater river, it happened to be Yuan Jun's birthday, and there were a lot of worshippers."

"I have observed these people carefully under the orders of the Immortal Lord. When they bowed down, they all said "Yuanjun is kind", their voices are pronounced differently, their heartbeats and pulses are clearly discernible, and their hair is fully visible. They are so lifelike that there is no possibility of illusion. .”

Wen Xing said again: "Is it possible that it is an independent small world like Baiyutan?"

Ye Zhuo shook his head: "It's impossible. The reason why the small world is called the small world is because it is small. Back then, I refined Baiyutan only a few green hills, and almost exhausted my spiritual power. I wanted to refine a small world as big as Jiangchuan." , absolutely impossible."

——So in this world, has there really been someone who has painstakingly built a second Jiangchuan?

Ye Zhu frowned: "However, I really can't figure out, what's the use of building such an identical city? And since the city is real, and it doesn't go back in time, why do the people inside mistake it for 5000 years ago? "

Wen Xingdao: "It's useless to think hard, why don't you take me into the water to have a look?"

Ye Zhuo pushed aside the stool and stood up: "Okay, I'll go and call Wanwan."

Guan Guan hadn't come back yet, and according to the maid in the building, King Ji was so happy that the beauty couldn't stand it, he took Mr. Chun Xue to swim in the lake that night. The two of them had a great time, and now they don't know where they went.

Ye Zhuo sneered: "Did you drown?"

The servant girl was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "How can it be, no matter how weak Mr. Chun Xue is, if he falls into the water, won't His Royal Highness Ji Wang save him?"

Ye Zhuo thought to himself that your weak Mr. Chun Xue might be able to kill ten King Ji with one sword, he sighed, and pulled Wen Xing: "Come on, don't take him, let's go first."

Yueshan Lake is famous for its painted boats, and the bustle is also at night. When they arrived, the painted boats were all tied to the shore, and the entire lake was quiet, reflecting a little bit of scale light, which was abnormally calm.

Ye Zhuo put a water-proof talisman on the two of them, and then pulled Wen Xing into the deep pool.

It's late autumn now, the lake is very cold, Ye Zhuo sneezed as soon as he entered.

Wen Xing said apologetically, "It's because I didn't think carefully."

Ye Zhuo stopped him from reciting the cold-dispelling mantra: "Immortal root and precious body, it won't freeze me, let alone—"

He dragged his tone and swam around Wen Xing: "You are for me to be a Taoist companion, not a maid for me, why did you want to take care of me when you were a master, but now you are an apprentice, you still want to take care of me?" me?"

The elder couldn't stand Xianjun's scrutiny with a smile, he became angry from embarrassment, pushed Ye Jue's shoulder into the water: "Let's go."

The more you got into the lake, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, Wen Xing frowned: "It's so dead."

Ye Zhuo echoed: "The tower spirit felt it the first time it came down. At that time, we also said how many people had to die in vain to have such a dead spirit."

Wen Xing asked: "But you said, this is another Jiangchuan?"

They looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Jiangchuan is the largest city of the human race. Even Jiangchuan 5000 years ago should have been a place where people kept coming and going, where life was endless. How could such a place have such a solemn and dead air?

Ye Zhuo hovered in the water: "Perhaps I missed something in Jiangchuan. Let's wait for a while. According to my experience last time, they will gather immediately."

But this time, they were suspended in the darkness for a long time, not to mention the small whirlpools around them, they couldn't even feel the surge of the water, the whole lake seemed to be dead, Wen Xing shot out together, empty in all directions, and there was no response at all nothing.

Ye Zhu frowned: "This is..."

At this time, where the spiritual power swept across, a small spot of light finally lit up in the silt piled up. On the blank riverbed, Ta Ling couldn't hold back, and let out an exclamation.

His voice trembled: "I joked yesterday, is it true now? Are these really the children who died unjustly in Jiangchuan Jingcheng?"

At a glance, the bones under the river bed are densely packed, white in color, and imprisoned in the sand. Ye Zhuo roughly estimated that the pile was at least two meters thick. estimate.

Ta Ling couldn't help but say: "This... Xianjun..."

Ye Zhuo said: "Stop."

He slowly drifted towards the only luminous place, and saw a newly dead skeleton that hadn't decayed thoroughly. Although it was beyond recognition, the clothes were still intact. Ye Ju lowered his eyes and twirled a piece of cloth. It was Jingcheng's. Sansi.

He took a long breath: "Does the clothes look familiar?"

Ta Ling muttered: "It seems to have met you before."

Veins on Ye Zhuo's forehead twitched violently: "Miss of the Song Chief Si's family in Jingcheng, Song Zhangting's younger sister, I went to her funeral!"

A few people were floating on the bottom of this dark water. Through a little light, the bones at the end of the line of sight were layered on top of each other. Judging by the age of the bones, they were all at the plump age of Ms. Song.

——I just don’t know which family’s handsome young man and whose family’s elegant and graceful girl are the remaining ones?

Ta Ling took a hasty look, lowered his eyes and said: "According to our speculation in Jiangchuan back then, it should be that there are not enough spiritual objects in the eyes of the formation. After training children with fairy bones as the eyes of the formation, the bones around here are exhausted. Yes, it's just this Song...Miss Song still has aura, so why was she thrown here too."

Ye Zhuo suppressed his anger, and said: "If my prediction is correct, this is a deliberate deterrent. Since the chief envoy knows that Miss Song might get out of the White Prison from us, it is within his expectation, carry her If the skeleton comes out, it will give me a warning."

Ta Ling was puzzled: "How is this possible?"

Ye Zhuo sneered: "If the other party is also an immortal, it should be possible."

Ta Ling wanted to speak, but saw Wen Xing lightly folded his hands, and pulled out a smooth cuboid object from the soil.

Ye Zhuo took it, it was a rounded domino, he didn't know it was the bone from the corpse, he looked down, and there was a line of small characters engraved on it.

"The first show has ended and the stage is closed. We sincerely invite fellow Daoist Ye Zhuo, Yu Hanshuang, to be in Linjiangchuan on that day, to continue the frontier and join in the grand event."

This character is painted with iron and silver hooks, and the hanging needles are very regular. In terms of handwriting alone, it is quite handsome and beautiful.

Ta Ling hesitated: "This word looks familiar to me."

Ye Zhuao said: "Like Qing Wan's master, the couplet I saw when I was drunk that day, the first couplet 'I saw Linjiang, the demeanor of the banished immortal, silently promised. ', which is [-]% similar to this word."

At that time, several people felt that this couplet was wrong, because Ye Zhuo had only been to Linjiang 3000 years ago. If the author of this couplet had met him in Linjiang, he must have lived for more than [-] years. Master Qingwan is a demon cultivator, and it is well known that demon cultivators have no immortals.

Wen Xing asked: "Nine points are similar, and there is one point left?"

Ye Zhuo said: "Although there are many problems in the couplet, I didn't think his master was a bad person at the time, because in terms of characters alone, there was still a bit of honesty in the couplet, and I couldn't learn from this domino. , in the end, the shape is similar to the spirit, like a schoolchildren copying the words of the master."

He held his chin: "But it's not Qingwan's characters, I've seen Qingwan's characters before."

Ta Ling said: "However, I only explored the bottom of the lake yesterday. Master Qing Wan came last night, and the passage is closed today. Is it okay?"

Ye Zhuo said: "I have to ask Qing Wan about it."

There were no more waves at the bottom of the lake, and there was nothing to explore, so they went back to the Yichun Hall to inquire about Qingwan's news. They entered the hall through the back door, and before they approached the front hall, they saw that the door was ajar from a distance.

Most of the girls in the building are active at night and sleep during the day, and now they are all gathered in the hall, in twos and threes, all of them are frowning, seeming extremely depressed, and they don't know what they are discussing.

Ye Zhuo signaled Wen Xing to be safe and not to be impatient, and went up to him, added a cup of tea to the girl in white who used to befriend King Tongji, and asked her, "Sister, what's wrong?"

The girl glanced at him with tears still on her face: "King Ji, King Ji..."

"The national teacher said that he was born with evil spirits, so he was locked up together with Mr. Haruyuki."

Ye Zhuo frowned: "Who is the national teacher?"

"A alchemist who His Majesty trusts very much, I heard that he just traveled back to Beijing yesterday."

——Another one returned to Beijing yesterday.

Ye Zhuo comforted her, and then asked: "Girl, do you know where Qing Wan is locked up?"

"I heard that it was too late to build the National Teacher's Mansion. The mansion of Chen Kezhen who rebelled a few days ago was rowed over."

Ye Zhuo said: "Chen Kezhen's residence?"

The head of the Confucianism sect, the alchemist who returned to Beijing yesterday, Qing Wan and his master, these few people seem to have no connection, but there are thousands of people in the middle, and they are connected together in an extremely strange way.

Ye Zhuo took a deep breath and called Wen Xing: "After nightfall, let's go to the Confucianism Sect to take a look."

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This chapter was written so slowly orz, I even forgot what thread I buried in front of me, and looked back frantically.