"Your Majesty, you really have a thick and black order." Pei Ziyun couldn't help but was speechless. Seeing He Qingqing organizing a bath and changing clothes, he walked around. Although he only wore a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes and his steps were clumsy, he looked calm and elegant. , Let Zhu Bo secretly admire him.
There was a creeping vine on one side of the pier. The stems looked very thin and the branches were covered with white hairs. Some red beans were ripe. Pei Ziyun stepped forward to pick the red beans. The chief clerk was very surprised: "Jie Yuangong is really leisurely. Do you know what’s wrong with picking red beans?”
"It's a gift." Pei Ziyun knew that this poem did not exist in this world, and the red beans may not be the original ones. The month alone was wrong. At this time, he just smiled and said nothing more.
The bathing was quick, and the villagers changed their clothes and got on the big boat in batches. Pei Ziyun saw them getting on. It was the height of summer in June, and everyone was taking a rest and drinking tea to relieve the heat. The owner couldn't help but sweat through his clothes, and he stopped. With a smile on his face, he bowed seriously and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you these days..."
After saying that, without saying anything, he took out three silver notes and gave them to the owner: "I'll leave right now. You can go back and pay your errands. You can use this little money to drink tea."
"My lord, take your leave."
"Mr. Jie Yuang, go slowly." The chief clerk looked at it and saw it was three hundred taels, with a smile on his face.
The boat set off, sailed down the river, and soon disappeared into the river.
The chief clerk stood on the river bank and looked at the ships in the distance. At this time, another person came forward and whispered: "My lord?"
"Hmph, so what if those few villages are lost? You want to ask me to do something, but you don't even have to pay for it. Do you really think I'm a slave?"
"Pei Ziyun won't stir up trouble in Nanli. It's best to leave. This matter ends here."
"These villages have suffered heavy losses, and we have to find ways to get a share of the pie."
"My lord is wise." The warrior who followed understood and said quickly. The master smiled and took out a card: "Here, Mr. Xie Yuan is generous, and I am not stingy. Let's share it."
"Yes!" The people below couldn't help but cheered, and they immediately looked for a place to escape the heat.
"What? The people from the imperial court and the chieftain were let go, damn it!" In a garden full of flowers and plants in Nanli City, Shi Muzhong slammed the teapot to the ground.
"Master Shi, what do you think we should do? The village suffered heavy losses after the priest died, and the officials did not take any action. It is really unbearable to hold this grudge in my heart." A Miao village leader next to Shi Muzhong said bitterly .
"I will report this matter to the young master." This priestess is the young master's person. I don't know how to convince her. The young master trusted her and gave her the right to start. Otherwise, it would be so easy to raise an army. Now people are dead. However, the matter was not completed, and Shi Muzhong was also very distressed.
After sending the village leader away, Shi Muzhong returned to the room, gritted his teeth and held the teacup, and said to himself: "Thousands of people surrounded and killed me, thinking that it would be a matter of course. With such force, three or five masters could besieged and killed, but I didn't expect it." Let you successfully counterattack and kill this priest."
"Now the government is very cautious about you. It seems that God has arranged variables for you to survive such a crisis, and you have won the inheritance of the high priest."
There was silence for a long time: "Even if I try my best to blame you, I must report it to the Young Master and end this change with the fury of thunder."
The boat was sailing on the river, and Pei Ziyun stood on the deck, feeling the breeze blowing, blowing up the corners of his clothes, and playing with a red bean in his hand.
The girl came to Pei Ziyun's side and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, these days, people in the village are not used to life on board. What should we do?"
Pei Ziyun knew that drifting on a boat would make you most likely to get dizzy, so he smiled bitterly: "There is no other way. You can arrange for someone to take care of you. Every few days, you can find a dock to rest for a day."
"You'll be fine once you get used to it."
"Yes, young master." The girl responded.
The boat sailed for several days from the mouth of the river to the sea. Yang sailed up the coast and took a detour for half a month to reach Yingzhou. When he heard a knock on the door, Pei Ziyun opened the door. The person who knocked was He Qingqing, with a happy face: "Young Master , finally arrived at Yingzhou, everyone was so anxious that they wanted to go down."
Listening to the girl's words, Pei Ziyun also had this intention, and said: "Don't call me young master, call me young master... You must be panicking. I got used to it a while ago. I haven't seen anyone looking for me, but everyone in the village is here." I'm not good at waterways, and now I'm exhausted, so I need to arrange a few days of training."
"When you come, make arrangements and we will stay here for a few days."
"Yes, sir." The girl responded happily.
It was approaching dusk now. He Qingqing booked three hotels nearby and took people out to play.
After dinner, Pei Ziyun left the hotel and walked alone. He saw bushes planted on the embankment. Wave after wave hit the solid embankment, splashing water. He looked around. This was a pier in a coastal county. It is much smaller, but it seems to be the reason for the sea ban. It is more prosperous than expected. There are more land vehicles and boats. Picking up passengers, delivering goods, loading ships, and setting up vehicles are all surging. Pei Ziyun is walking at night. , with some comfort and rare leisure.
Small vendors on the side of the road were selling braised chicken and snacks, shouting and hawking. I heard an old man talking to an old man on one side, with a distinctive tone. Pei Ziyun passed by and stopped in his tracks.
"The Marquis of Jibei is really able to take it up and put it down. These days I heard that the Marquis of Jibei asked Your Majesty to disarm and return to the fields on his own. The emperor was overjoyed. It was done and he gave many rewards."
"Hey, I think the Marquis is smart, but the Marquis is not like this. I'm afraid he will end up like the Marquis in the north." The old man sneered.
"Hey, Old Man Chen, everything else doesn't matter. You talk about the northern thing on the street. You're not afraid of death. Keep your voice down, keep your voice down." The old man just listened to what the old man said and whispered.
"Ignoring the matter of the Marquis, the Governor has opened the sea ban in accordance with the Holy Spirit's decree. I heard that the three ports have been opened, and the number of Japanese pirates has been reduced. However, many Japanese have appeared openly and openly in the ports. I am very unhappy."
"It's true that there are fewer Japanese pirates. Now that the sea ban has been lifted, life has become much better." A person passing by also replied.
"Yes, the docks have been very busy recently, with many ships going to sea, trying to win business from the Japanese pirates."
Pei Ziyun stopped and thought, history has changed because of me, Yingzhou has also changed because of me, but the changes that have occurred may not be what I want.
Pei Ziyun suddenly had some feelings and thought of Ye Su'er. He couldn't help but touch his pocket. There were red beans picked in the land of Nanli in his pocket. His thoughts were a little incomprehensible, so he turned around and went back.
When he arrived at the hotel, Pei Ziyun entered the room and told the waiter: "Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes!" After a while, the clerk brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Pei Ziyun sat firmly on one side, lit a candle, and ground the ink carefully, feeling unspeakable in his heart.
Missing each other, staying together, or reluctance to let go of Ye Suer's fate in the previous life
Pei Ziyun couldn't explain clearly, but he just missed her a little bit and couldn't get rid of it. At this time, he took the pen and started writing a letter.
"It has been several months since we parted, and I miss you very much."
After finishing the letter, I thought for a while, took out the bag containing the red beans, and held a red bean in my hand, as if I had a lot of sustenance. After a long time, I sighed and added a poem to the bottom of the letter.
"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches."
"I hope you will pick more of them. This is the most loved thing."
When I arrived and opened the window, I saw a river flowing into the sea not far from the hotel, with green weeping willows on both sides. A full moon shone high in the sky, illuminating a patch of snow.
There were still people at the stall just now, but now the stalls are gradually closed, and the nearby residents have already fallen asleep. There is only the sound of cicadas and the sound of insects, rising and falling like the tide.
Pei Ziyun suddenly sneered: "You've been following me for so long and you still haven't shown up?"
There was silence under the moon. Without hesitation, Pei Ziyun drew his sword and stabbed it in one place. He only heard the sound of swords hitting each other, and sparks burst out in an instant. Pei Ziyun squinted his eyes slightly and saw a masked man in black. The man appeared, and the sword was narrow and its light was flashing.
"Who are you?" Pei Ziyun asked. The assassin didn't say a word, but smiled sinisterly. Suddenly, his eyesight went dark and the candlelight went out. For a moment, Pei Ziyun couldn't see anything.
"Peng!"
The sword light exploded, and the two people passed each other. A piece of Pei Ziyun's clothes fell down, and a wisp of the assassin's green hair also fell. At this moment, the candle light appeared.
"Good swordsmanship, but it's a pity that you have to die here!" The assassin stretched out his hand to take the hair, threw it away again, and said coldly.
Pei Ziyun couldn't help but sneer as he listened. His swordsmanship was not as good as his own, so it was a joke that he dared to kill him.
"Kill!" The assassin stabbed out with his long sword. Suddenly, the entire surrounding area fell into darkness without any light. Almost at the same time, a sword appeared, becoming more and more clear and bigger. The world was filled with this sword. , thrusting straight at him with a dizzying power.
"It's Taoist magic!" Pei Ziyun understood that the tip of the sword seemed slow, but it was actually very fast. At the critical moment of life and death, the sword could be extended in an instant.
With the sound of "Qiang", Pei Ziyun felt a kind of power instantly transmitted from the blade of the sword into his body, directly penetrating into his organs. He felt like steel and soft, and instantly felt a chill. As long as this coolness invades, he will definitely die. But at this moment , a force of the same nature within the body rushed forward.
"Peng" Pei Ziyun took a step back. All the strange things in front of him disappeared, and the candle continued to burn. Although the assassin did not retreat, he swayed, and half of his veil was broken. His hair hung on his broad shoulders, and his eyes were fixed for a moment. Staring at himself, there was no expression on the sinister face.
"Gangrou!" At this time, someone was alarmed. The assassin groaned and turned away.
Pei Ziyun's face was gloomy: "Shi Muzhong, Xie Chengdong!"
There was endless hatred in his voice. Although only half of his face was exposed, this sinister face was so familiar in the memory of the original owner that he understood it at a glance. It was just a guess at first, but now it is completely confirmed.
"That priestess must be from Xie Chengdong!"
"Shi Muzhong is Xie Chengdong's loyal dog. Xie Chengdong has clearly noticed him five years in advance and is very hostile. The only good news is that Shi Muzhong has not become a Yin god. His cultivation is about ten levels, only one level higher than me. And although his Taoist training is higher than mine, his swordsmanship is far behind me."
"Shi Muzhong is like this, what about Xie Chengdong? Has he broken through the Heavenly Gate and become a Yin God? He is even uniting with the Blessed Land and is about to become an Earth Immortal?"
(End of chapter)