Weijiacun
Overcast clouds shrouded the village, with snowflakes falling from time to time, and the night was dark. There was a village hero stationed at the entrance of the village, lingering on the wall, lighting torches, and illuminating the surrounding area.
Below, Fang Yongjie's wife was wrapped in thick clothes, waiting in the winter wind.
"call"
A cloud of cold wind blew in with snowflakes, causing her face to hurt and turn red. The lady shuddered and squeezed her hands so tightly that her joints turned a little white.
The housekeeper felt a chill and quickly persuaded: "Madam, go in and warm yourself by the fire. The young master suddenly fell ill. Madam, you can't get sick again."
"It's okay. True Lord will be arriving soon. I'm waiting at the door to show my sincerity."
As she said this, she was a little choked, her eyes were red, and tears were about to fall. She held it back and closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
The happy days did not last long, and in the blink of an eye it turned into what it is today. When her husband fell ill, it was like the pillar of support collapsed. Now anyone can fall, but she cannot.
"Dong, dong" came the sound of intensive horse hooves in the distance, breaking the tranquility.
"Who?" The people on the wall looked warily. In the wind and snow in the distance, a cavalry rushed towards them and stirred up a gust of wind. The guard couldn't help but be stunned. Looking from a distance, he saw the cavalry in good order on the official road. Ahead, a group of sentinels came roaring in. They did not enter the village, but kept running around to see the situation clearly. Only then did some people rush back to report.
Soon, most of them came rolling in, with flags raised. There seemed to be about four hundred cavalry, three hundred were real cavalry, and one hundred were Taoist officials wearing Taoist official uniforms. At this time, they lined up solemnly, exuding an impressive majesty. There was no noise in the entire military formation.
The leader was none other than Pei Ziyun. Although he didn't look much different from the last time we saw him, with such a military formation, he naturally carried a majestic appearance.
"It's the real king here. Madam, can you open the door?"
Someone asked in a low voice, and the lady's face showed surprise, and she scolded: "I am here to save my husband, why don't you open the door?"
Besides, if there was any malicious intention, the village would not be able to resist this military formation alone, and the gate was immediately opened.
Pei Ziyun arrived at the village, jumped off his horse, and saw Fang Yongjie's wife at first sight.
"Zhenjun, you are finally here. My husband can be saved." The lady said this, her face was excited, she covered her face and cried: "If you don't come, he won't be able to bear it anymore."
Pei Ziyun's heart sank as he listened: "Take me to see it."
Then he turned to the soldiers and said, "Bring your horses in and set up camp to rest."
"Please follow me." The butler stepped forward to guide you, and then said: "Your subordinate, I dare not say anything else, but you will have hot meals and warm blankets."
Pei Ziyun stepped inside, but the captain of the personal soldiers did not answer. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen personal soldiers rushed in. They stood scattered and listened to the orders. In an instant, murderous intent overflowed, and a gust of wind and snow came in. The housekeeper shuddered shivering.
Pei Ziyun saw this, waved his hand and smiled: "Don't worry, others can arrange hot meals and accommodation. These personal soldiers are the rules. I don't like false etiquette, but as the commander of an army, these people cannot leave for a moment - The son of a rich man, can’t he sit down in the hall?”
"You don't need to arrange food for my soldiers. They won't use it. Just take me in to see your young master." After saying that, he ordered the butler to enter. The spurs made a metallic sound in the corridor. Wandering around, I saw a small courtyard, the color of which was all bamboo. As soon as I walked in, I smelled a strong fragrance of medicine. I calmed down and saw Fang Yongjie lying on the sick bed. He was haggard, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and he was dying.
In the room, Fang's wife accompanied him, saluted again, and said: "Husband, the true king is here."
"Zhenjun, please come back from the army to see me." Fang Yongjie opened his eyes, his eyes were dim and his voice was hoarse. When he was about to speak, something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and tears couldn't help but flow down: "With a confidant like you, Even if something happens to me, I will be able to trust you with my wife and children, and I will feel at ease."
In front of him was Yongjie, who was once frail but graceful and even more temperamental. Now he is getting thinner and pale and has no color at all.
Pei Ziyun took a slow breath and was silent for a moment. Mortal life is so fragile. Life, old age, illness and death. Once something happens, he will immediately be unable to control himself. He couldn't help but sigh.
"Zhenjun, my body is gradually recovering, but the child has just been born, and something went wrong immediately. Is it because I have a bad life..." At this point, her tears flowed down her cheeks, and Fang Yongjie was lying there. He also choked with sobs and his body trembled.
"You go ahead, I have something to say in private." Pei Ziyun looked at Fang's wife and said, Fang's wife was stunned for a moment, with doubts on her face.
"You go out first." Fang Yongjie looked at his wife, his face showed nostalgia and worry, and he waved his hand.
"Husband." Fang's wife was worried about her husband on the bed. She gritted her teeth and glanced at her husband before going out. Then she slowly went out. Watching his wife go out, Fang Yongjie's face turned gloomy: "Zhenjun, am I at the end of my life?" Already?"
"No." Pei Ziyun said, reaching for his pulse and frowning for a long time. This body was already exhausted. With the opening of the central dragon vein, it was nourished. Gradually, the body got better and there was hope for longevity. But now, this part of the central dragon vein It has been cut off and even extracted.
"Someone robbed you of your vitality and luck." Pei Ziyun said coldly.
Fang Yongjie had his bones taken away before, and he never expected that such a thing would happen again.
"Why are you looking for me? I have already given up my blessings." Fang Yongjie asked softly with his eyes closed: "I just want to live longer with my wife and children..."
"Because you are blessed and have more blessings, but if you don't have the power to protect it, it becomes your source of tragedy, and people will keep looking for it. Today it is it, but tomorrow it may be someone else."
"Zhenjun, can you tell me what it is?" Fang Yongjie looked pale and looked at it with gloomy eyes.
"Dragon Vein!"
"Dragon Vein!" Fang Yongjie's eyes lit up instantly. He was the son of King Wei Fang Hao. He knew this. If he had the true Dragon Vein, even if he died, his children would inherit part of it and become rich in the future.
Pei Ziyun naturally knew what he was thinking, and smiled: "It's a dragon vein, but it's just a dragon vein for cultivators. You don't account for a large proportion, and you're not a cultivator, so it only has the effect of prolonging life. If you change to a Taoist, you might become a Yin Shen." .”
This is all true. With Fang Yongjie’s current proportions, it would be a bit difficult for him to become an immortal.
After Pei Ziyun finished speaking, Fang Yongjie was startled, then pondered for an unknown amount of time before he smiled bitterly: "So that's it. I wonder if this immortal vein can be passed on to future generations?"
"The Immortal Vein is a single person, that is to say, it was originally intended for one person to become enlightened. Even if the person dies, he still has a soul. How can he inherit it from generation to generation?"
"If this is the case, who of the Taoist priests in the past generations will accept disciples instead of passing them on to their descendants?" Pei Ziyun said. The most ridiculous thing in the world is that some people think that Taoists should naturally accept disciples and provide family property, daughters and granddaughters.
It turns out that the first Taoist Celestial Master Sect in the world was hereditary, and even later, more than half of the temples were passed down to descendants.
In this world, if the immortal vein could be directly passed on to descendants, it would have been hereditary long ago.
Fang Yongjie was startled when he heard it, but he immediately understood and smiled bitterly: "So that's it, someone snooped on my immortal veins, first took away my bones, and then wanted to take away my source of blessings."
"Zhenjun, you have great powers, you must have a way?"
Pei Ziyun shook his head: "Everyone is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade. Your biggest problem is that you have not cultivated Taoism. It is too late now and you cannot protect yourself."
"This kind of power is so weak that it cannot be broken." In fact, to be honest, if Fang Yongjie was overly concerned, he would think that this might be Pei Ziyun's thief shouting to catch the thief, but this is meaningless in the face of strength.
Pei Ziyun only needs to wait a few more days or ten more, and Fang Yongjie will die. When he is dead, he can take it with a little movement of his hands and feet. It is easier and less laborious. He said it now in advance, just for the sake of a little affection for each other.
It depends on whether Fang Yongjie can think about it.
Fang Yongjie is a very smart man. After hearing this, his eyes wandered and stopped at the copper candlestick. It was newly made for the birth of a child. It was originally meant to be festive. After a long time, he suddenly got up and bowed on the couch: "True Lord." , I had a life of hardships, my father was killed, and my bones were taken away, I was too weak to have children, but with the help of the True Lord, my life got better, but I didn’t expect someone to come and take it away.”
"I really can't bear this immortal dragon vein. Is there any way, Zhenjun, to peel it off and transfer it?"
"Yes, but you are the son of destiny. Even if you die, you must be willing to transfer to live." Pei Ziyun said, in fact, if he didn't have plum blossoms, or his opponent was a monster from another world, he would have had the opportunity to escape from this world. Conventional means, or else, even if you are willing, cannot be diverted.
Otherwise, as long as the Taoist is captured and forced to transfer, wouldn't it be enough
"Who am I, the son of destiny?" Fang Yongjie smiled bitterly, with a hint of hatred and melancholy, and said weakly: "Now I just want to live well and raise my children with my wife. I am willing, Zhenjun, you can take it."
Saying this, he hesitated for a moment with worry: "Zhenjun, I, can I still recover?"
Pei Ziyun nodded: "Yes!"
Even if he can't, he can do it if he sees that the authority is transferred to him. He said, waving his hand: "Where are you guys from the Daolu Division? Immediately set up the formation according to the map."
"Yes!" Immediately, Taoist priests rushed in and occupied the hall to set up a formation. Then, three hundred soldiers who had just finished eating stepped in, wearing armor and clothing, and their long swords and crossbows flashed with cold light.
"Give me my order. Anyone who dares to trespass will be shot to death." Pei Ziyun said coldly. He was not being pretentious. No matter what, Fang Yongjie's remaining authority must be kept in his own hands.
"Yes!" The captain was very young. After listening to the order, he raised his eyebrows, showing coldness and murderous intent. Then he ordered continuously. From all angles in the courtyard, under the gleaming crossbow, he held the cold handle of the knife. Checking the defenses one by one.
As for someone who really broke in, he was entrusted with the troops of Ru Zhen and the Emperor's Sword. Not to mention the people, even the county magistrate and prefects would kill them first.
Looking at this scene, Fang Yongjie sighed first, and then smiled to himself.
(End of chapter)