"There are big trees in the mountains that can speak, and the name is Yunyang. ”

With the bamboo pen in his hand, Wei Ye wrote down a line of small words with the newly adjusted nine-turn spirit sand ink in the ink cartridge, and as soon as he put down the pen, the handwriting turned into a little cloud pattern, and he was submerged in the sword body of the peach daughter.

After a pause, he dropped the pen again and wrote a new line of words:

"Chenri is called the rain master, the dragon is also, the river is called, the fish is also, the one who is called the intestineless son, the crab is also. ”

It's just that this line of words has just been written, and the spiritual energy on the nine-turn spiritual sand turns into a flash of fire, swallowing all the cloud patterns on the sword and dissipating without a trace. Only the immortal warlock holding the pen frowned bitterly, looking like he had eaten an apple and eaten half a worm.

"Sure enough, it is still too difficult to seal the true names of all the demon spirits on the peach thousand gold, and refine the ghost control technique of calling names into the fundamental prohibition on this sword. ”

Pressing the bamboo slip version of "Bai Ze Spirit Monster" in his hand, Wei Ye sighed in a tone like "I'm so tired, I don't feel like I can love anymore".

"This kind of mood is probably like a player in Yamaguchiyama who has been brushing up on a dungeon for twelve hours, but his face is so black that he can't even get a piece of equipment to use. ”

Holding a stack of bamboo slips about the real name of the monster, Sima Ling half-sympathetically piled the bamboo slips on the small table in front of Wei Ye. The bamboo slips, which were piled up more than two feet high, could not support the weight of the newly added dozen or so bamboo slips, and with a loud bang, a certain unemployed folklorist was buried alive with his precious and cumbersome magic sword peach daughter.

It is not so much a magic sword, but a sword fetus that is refined, according to the original idea of the master of the sword, it is based on the sword on the back yin and yang, and the yin side is applied to the most common water gathering method of the Daomen. It is said that this idea of the two elements of water and fire borrowing wood lines to grow each other is also a decent means of Daomen sacrifice and refining magic weapons, but the peach wood of sword refining is the remains of a demon fairy who was tempered by thunder, not only the wood core is as hard as steel, but also heavy as stone. Shui Xing helped Mu Xing to grow, and as a result, it was still a trivial matter for Shaoyang Huo Jue to be restrained by Kanshui Zhenjue, which made the weight of this sword double again before it really caused a headache.

For the sacrificial refining weapon, a specialized technique that requires high Taoist attainments, a certain immortal warlock is not proficient, that is, in line with the idea of treating headaches and feet pain, he wants to use the name of the ghost technique to take the true trick of Kanshui and replace it.

It's just that if you really want to replace the Kanshui True Trick with the Ghost Calling Technique, you have to write the real names of hundreds or thousands of mountain spirits and water monsters on a sword. Although the legend says that the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan picked the bronze of Shouyang Mountain to make a sword, and listed the text of the sun, moon and stars, the shape of mountains, rivers and plants, the method of farming and animal husbandry, and the art of unification of the sea on the sword, it is obvious that a half-bottle narcissus warlock has not learned the miniature carving technique, and such a high-end foreign trick is not fun at all.

Crawling out of the pile of bamboo slips, Wei Ye picked up the scabbard with a lightweight spell attached, put away the heavy sword that was no longer standard in weight, and said listlessly: "I'll go out for a spin." ”

"Remember to come back and practice swords, uncle, since you have bought a good sword, you must learn swordsmanship seriously. ”

"Got it. ”

Wei Ye didn't tie this pit daddy's peach daughter to his belt, but just went out with a sword in his left hand. Although the northern lieutenant of Luoyang is still in charge of the famous Guanghe crackdown activity in history under the leadership of Luoyang Cheng, "all prisoners are killed with five-colored sticks when they are caught", but after all, it is not a good time for the cool officials to play another game of "those who carry swords are thrown to the ground and waiting for death in the hole". Recently, there have been small-scale brawls in Luoyang City almost every day, perhaps because Qiu Ba of the Xiyuan Army of the Son of Heaven and the officials of the Northern Lieutenant's Office used swords to contact each other because they did not like each other, or it may be that the semi-armed personnel of the "Luoyang City Appearance Management Bureau" under the Northern Lieutenant with red cloth on their arms, in the name of "illegally occupying roads, markets, and public places to preach", preached on the roadside and sent Fu Shui to the Taiping Dao disciples to find fault.

Of course, after all, Luoyang is the first good area at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and it is still impossible to do things that are no different from rebellion when wearing armor on the street, but Lao Guang eats tea, robe brother and head wine, and even the oil pot of the Jinmen Qing Gang to fish for copper coins and other tricks after thousands of years are particularly popular. For a while, it was difficult for onlookers such as Wei Ye to understand whether these guys who had already blended into the official army, the yamen, and the emerging sects that seemed to be legitimate at the moment understood that their identities in this land were not gangsters with no technical content?

When he was thinking with such a habitual mocking smile, he did not notice that the passers-by in the market avoided him with some fear, and occasionally one or two old men whispered to their children and grandchildren: "Qing Qian wears his sleeves, wears a short beard, travels with a sword, and does not know what to do, such a person is a scoundrel ranger who does not learn well at first glance, and you must not learn from him in the future." ”

Brother Wei, the freshly baked rogue ranger, didn't know it, but after walking around the street, his reputation had already dropped lower than the guys he laughed at.

To tell the truth, today's fair, from Jinshikou all the way to the south of the flow of people is a lot more than in the past, not only the merchants of Luoyang City have opened their doors to welcome customers, but also the fishermen and farmers on the Zhuangzi in Gyeonggi have also led donkeys and trailers into the city to do some small business. One day if you don't die to eat, two days if you don't die to wear, the nobles want to sink Li Fu melons and fresh meat in the middle of summer, the rich family wants to burn charcoal in the middle of winter, Kong Yiji has earned a few pennies and has to stand at the counter to order a bowl of rice wine and a few fennel beans, Yang Bailao owes a butt of loan sharks and still does not forget to pull two feet of red rope for his daughter on the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve. Wealth and nobility don't talk about him, the ordinary people in this land are still willing to feel a little sweetness from the bitterness of life, and are willing to fight for the inspiration brought by this sweetness for life.

At this time, the Han Confucians' ideal sages ruled the world, probably such a noble person was content to enjoy the production of the fiefdom, and the small people were happy to use sunflower soup to soak wheat rice to fill their stomachs - it was great to add half a spoon of old sauce to the sunflower soup. Of course, under the example of today's son who leads by merging land and property everywhere to serve one family and one surname, the ordinary people of the Han Empire are not living very well, not to mention wheat rice and old sauce, or okra vegetable soup, which many people can't eat now.

Speaking of okra, Wei Ye is not very interested in this kind of traditional vegetables and vegetables, which are known as the "master of all vegetables" but can only be used for pickling pickles and stewed vegetable soup. However, some farmers took advantage of the abundant rain this spring and the wild vegetables grew luxuriantly, picking baskets of camellia and bitter herbs, and letting the elderly at home take them to the market and sell them. The old man in Baishou Township led the donkey, and the yellow-haired boy carried the basket, so honestly stood in an inconspicuous corner of the market, and did not shout, but just showed the basket full of spring vegetables to the passers-by. If someone likes it, one or two big coins can be exchanged for a small half basket of tender fresh camelina vegetables, and then buy a fat carp that has just come out of Luoshui, go back to call the Hun family to clean up, and drink a cup of village mash with the gradually warm wind, and safely consume the mid-spring scenery of the first good area under the feet of the Son of Heaven, then it is really not drunk but drunk.

As for the princess giants, seasonal dishes such as shepherd's cabbage and fish soup are just decorations, but the things on the side are more concerned about them - Zhang Rang, who is the chief eunuch in the palace, has apricot blossoms in the mansion of Zhang Changshi, and it is said that the palace of flowers is more beautiful than the famous palace of the apricot among the bans. For a post of Zhang Chang's drinking, several nobles have already paid high prices, and the tension during the period is inexplicably dangerous, so he almost didn't beat the dog's brain. There is no other reason, who called Zhang Changshou is the No. 1 Da Mink Jue of Tianzi who is called "Father" by the Son of Heaven himself, and holds the power of selling officials in the Four Gardens of Heaven, whether he wants to go further in his career, or he plans to go out of the town to protect the wealth of his family, it is not wrong to ask Zhang Changshou.

Even the miscellaneous adjutants who are not qualified to deliver posts in front of Zhang's Mansion also have to take advantage of this early spring to move around. In a few days, it is an excellent day for repairing by the water, and no matter how bitter the cold yamen is, it is necessary to send a sum of money and grain from the public to prepare liquor and buy sacrificial meat, and the miscellaneous officials want to go to the toilet in such a day, and they will inevitably have to go to Shangfeng to walk around more often in the mood of the bride preparing meals and serving their aunts.

It's just that it is unknown what kind of mood the Shangguan felt when they saw the "bride" with hair like snow and beard like silver smiling and offering gifts with a wrinkled face.

For example, the man who sells fish on the street corner is a little helpless to the black-clothed old man with a white beard in front of him, who is clearly a huge age, and only has a miscellaneous official and a Liang Jinxian crown that is not worn by scholars, and the court clothes on his body are also cheap miscellaneous silk mixed with silk and ramie and then dyed black, which is simply the best example of only sinking but not floating in the sea. But the people didn't accept the old age, and they rolled up their sleeves and pinched a crucian carp that weighed a lot of weight, and bargained there vigorously:

"The old man has been running in the capital for 30 years, and he knows best about this set of upward market, the fish in spring is fresh, and it is not under the water, it is the easiest to net, and at this time in previous years, the price of crucian carp per catty is only seven Wen. You are lazy, but you have opened a sky-high price of thirteen Wen, do you think that I am not careful in the law, and the old man has a good relationship with the city Peng Feng Jun Mo who should be in charge of you? Why don't you quickly cut the price of Wuwen yourself, be careful that the old man went to call him and confiscated your cart of fresh fish, but wronged the old man and punished him for not teaching!"

When an official is more than Jing Zhao Yin Ya's subordinate officials, he is not decent, and he can't get into the official class, and his acquaintances threaten the fishmongers to bargain, and this old man can do such a tasteless thing. This is no longer a defiled official, he simply doesn't care about the face of the civil class, even a man who sells fish, the first time he sees such a shameless official, he can only cry and laugh and whisper to be careful:

"Old official, there are not many people who go down to the river this year, and it's not even easy to find helpers, so there are naturally not many catches, and we can......'t do anything when the price comes up."

Listening to the fishmonger's complaints, looking at the miscellaneous officials who had an official body but were really a shriveled old man, he was silent, and said after a while: "The epidemic in the second year of Guanghe has passed, and even the Gyeonggi earthquake has also been opened for relief, so there should be no more disasters in Lishu." Don't talk nonsense anymore, and the old man should not have heard it. ”

As he spoke, he took out some copper coins from his sleeve, and said very quickly: "However, this crucian carp weighing three catties and taels is still according to the price agreed before, here is ten yuan of money, all with you, no need to look for it, the old man will go, so I don't have to send it away!"

The words in his mouth were like jumping beans, and the steps under his feet were not slow, but he turned around on one side, but he happened to bump into a tall man, and he was about to fall because of the reaction force. It was still the person who was hit who moved quickly and grabbed him first: "Elder Wang, what are you going to do if you go so fast?"

The old official Wang, who regarded the dignity of officials as a toilet chip that would be thrown away when he ran out for a few pennies, was determined, but he saw that the man in front of him was dressed in a green shirt that was often dressed as a scribe, and the short beard with a thief's head on his chin and the big sleeves that swayed with a tape half-tied at his elbows were extremely eye-catching, and he couldn't help but chirp: "Which one am I, it turned out to be Wei Sanlang who was running around in the middle of the service, what are you going to do if you don't go to the ground in Gyeonggi to collect demons and ambush monsters to earn some daily expenses?"

Wei Ye also smiled lightly, glanced at the direction of the imperial city, and replied with a low smile: "The second year of Jianning's green snake is on the throne, and the sky falls in the Wende Hall where the Son of Heaven lives in the first year of Guanghe, turning black gas for more than ten zhang like a dragon. It's a pity that the biggest customers of the Han family refuse to take care of our business, and those ordinary transactions are not the same as whether they make money or not. ”

He said it smoothly, but the shriveled old official in front of him was so anxious that he wanted to tear the mouth of the bold scribe: "Wei Shengwen, you are not happy to silence yourself! It was not a joke to be heard by those black-skinned dogs who played with five-colored sticks under the northern lieutenant!"

"It's not a joke? What do the gang of people in the Northern Lieutenant Office mean, you Wang Lao still don't know, if it weren't for the Luoyang Cheng surnamed Cao Zi Mengde who should be in charge of the boss, how could those gangs of black-skinned dogs have so much spirit to support this stubborn support in Luoyang? "also has a slight relationship with the official, Wei Ye is not too afraid of those subordinates of the northern lieutenant, but is more contemptuous. Despite this, he still lowered his voice a few points: "I chose the future King of Han Wei to play the trick of 'Fulong Court', and it is really thanks to these people that they can think of it, is it not like Meng Degong, what is the preference for immoral games such as 'your wife and my wife' do not worry about it'?"

Although there are also a lot of opinions about the subordinates of the northern lieutenant, Wang Lao does not have the courage of Wei Ye, not to mention that although the subordinates of the northern lieutenant Peng are now in the name of errand service, they are more like a dynamic non-governmental organization with the functions of urban management and brocade guards. According to Wei Ye's meaning, the people who really control these things under the Northern Lieutenant don't have to recount Guo Jie, Ju Meng and other former sages who have been on the road in "Historical Records", and directly crown the title of "Godfather in Black", which is really suitable.

Speaking of these topics that were somewhat forbidden at the moment, Wei Ye held a sword in his left hand and walked side by side with the old official Wang.

Speaking of which, among the astral adventurers, there are really not many outliers like Wang Laoguan who purely enjoy experiencing different lives. Counting this drooping old body, he was previously the head of the spy who was in charge of the pursuit of a certain national supervision institute, a general who was not outstanding under the warlords in the late Ming Dynasty, and the old minister of the Qiandi who was used by the Son of Heaven in the Song Dynasty, and was also captured and sold to a foreign country, and he also failed in political battles and sank into subordinates, sometimes as an official, sometimes as a thief, and when he entered the palace, he wore Zhu Zi, and when he retreated, he survived the rest of his life under the bridge. If anyone has the time to count the rich time and space experience of this veteran astral adventurer, it is not a problem to come up with a set of "Wang's Qinian History Tongjian" that even includes the family and the biography.

The experience of the old-timers is always useful, and there is a treasure in the family, although it is not clear what this senior deity who is almost in the form of "reincarnation" in multiple time and space adventures is like, but with such a rich adventure experience and the deep connections accumulated among the adventurers, it is enough to make Wei Ye awe-inspired.

However, this respect falls on the shriveled old man who is stingy and not very willing to cause trouble, which inevitably makes people a little depressed. Although I have heard that the personality of the old king is different every time he is reincarnated, the changes in this are still too great.

At the moment, the old king looked like a broken old man, and earnestly admonished: "Wei Sanlang, you can be regarded as a first-class Yishi master with thaumaturgy and great concealment in the court, how can you be the same as Kong Rong and You Heng's angry youth." You and those who are in a group are not all the way, neither their power nor the ability to be a million troops with a sword, I have been mixed many times in the officialdom of all dynasties, and there are too many examples of disasters coming out of the mouth. ”

In this way, it is really still diligent in cultivating skills, so that Wei's mouth can speak without scruples, and it is much happier. ”

There is too much difference in these fundamental opinions, and it is only a chicken and a duck to talk about the world, but the old man Wang also enjoys this kind of unruly nonsense, and only smiled and shook his head.

A servant of the temple and a miscellaneous official are both small roles in Luoyang City, and no one cares about what these two are talking about. Even if these two talk about breaking through the sky, it will not be his turn to say anything, compared to these two, the man who galloped from the horse market is definitely much more influential than the marginal goods in the system of these two big men-

"Hurry up and close the stalls of those who occupy the road! The city management over there in the north has come out!"

It can really be said that a word shocks the world, and a word messes up the capital, just this voice, this set of ten seems to have passed a hurricane. Those who carried burdens, carts, baskets in their hands, and bamboo baskets on their shoulders turned around in unison, except for the sorghum sorghum flower skulls that entered the city one or two times, and they were all ready to strategically turn into the march. However, how can a person's two legs outrun a four-legged livestock, and before anyone can take a step, several horsemen have already rushed forward, and the knight at the head wears the martial arts crown commonly used by school officers, and hangs a sword at his waist, and shouts loudly: "The northern lieutenant handles official business, and the idle and miscellaneous people will all retreat, and do not complain if injured!"

Pulling the old king's head and hiding himself under the eaves of a household next to the road, Wei Ye glanced at the five-colored big stick hanging on the edge of the saddle by the group of knights - the thicker end of the stick was tied with iron, and a circle of nails was densely turned, which was no longer a torture tool for torturing prisoners in the yamen, and he just went straight to the way of the mace. took out this proper murder weapon and said that this group of cool officials from the northern lieutenant is not going to play underworld firefighting, which one believes?

Meaningfully looking at the direction in which the knights were galloping, Wei Ye smiled slightly, and looked at Wang Laoguan and said, "Elder Wang, do you want to go with Xiaosheng to see the excitement?"