Mo Ran looked at the sound and saw the answer suddenly appear, and stumbled from the stone steps of the government office.
It was a three- or four-year-old child, holding a small bamboo windmill in his hand, and jumping towards Young Master Chu. He was wearing a plain little shirt, with a jasper collar, a Fulu name lock, and a red silk amulet hanging on the front of the front of the front, just like a little junior brother who had shrunk in size.
"..." The ink burned this time to know the reason why those cavalrymen whispered.
He couldn't help muttering: "Junior brother, you and Shizun are both from Lin'an, and Shizun's surname is Chu, you said that the Chu family more than two hundred years ago, should it be your clan? Some distant relative... I think it might be a big deal."
Chu nightning didn't say a word, and stared at the two people.
He didn't know his background all the time, and he couldn't remember things clearly when he was young.
Could it be that this Young Master Chu is really one of his ancestors...
Just thinking about it, the team was lined up to burn.
Chu Gongzi raised his eyes and was about to give the ink burning talisman paper. However, when he saw a face-to-face person, he couldn't help but stunned, and then smiled gently: "A stranger, you are here for the first time?"
His voice is mellow and elegant, which is different from Chu Wanning's icy chill.
"Ah... ah yes, yes."
Suddenly there is a person who looks so like a master, talking to himself so kindly, the ink burns really can't tell what it feels like, and he is at a loss for a while.
The prefect smiled slightly: "In the next Chu Xun, dare to ask your honorable name?"
"I, my surname is Mo, my name is Mo Ran."
"Where did Young Master Mo come to Lin'an?"
"Far, very far, in Shu and Shu." Even if Chu Xun's son was gentle, but Mo Ran still felt that he would be seen through by this person at a glance.
Chu Xun was slightly stunned, and then Qianqian smiled and said: "It's really far." He paused, his eyes dropped a few inches, and he saw Chu Wanning standing next to him, and there was a trace of surprise on his elegant face.
"Who is this… "
"My name is Xia Sini." Chu nightning said.
Mo Ran took him to him, touched his head, and smiled dryly: "This is my brother."
Doesn't look like me, like you.
Perhaps the battle was imminent and the situation was so urgent that Chu Xun had no time to think about it. Or maybe because he is just a character in a fantasy world, it is difficult for him to react too violently to things that do not belong to this fantasy world. In short, he frowned, looked at Chu nightning for a while, and then handed the two drawn talismans to them with both hands.
"It's a guest from afar, not to mention that the people are not living well now. I also ask the two of you to accept these two talismans. If there is no other arrangement, it is better to stay in the city for two more days."
The ink burned: "I have heard that, is the son going to bring the city residents to Putuo? What is the use of this talisman paper?"
"This talisman is a soul-killing talisman." Chu Xun explained, "Wearing it on the body can hide the breath of a living person."
The ink burned immediately: "Ah, I know. If the breath of the living is sealed, the ghost will not be able to detect whether the other party is dead or alive. So even if we walk over in front of the ghost, they will not be able to figure it out. I don't know what to do."
Chu Xun smiled and said, "Exactly."
The ink burned to see that he was busy, and it was inconvenient to ask more, so he thanked Mr. Chu Xun and took the younger brother to the side.
The two sat by the wall, the ink burned their faces, and when they saw the younger brother was holding the talisman paper, they asked: "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking, this is indeed a good way." Chu Wan thought quietly, "but I don't know why they didn't make it in the end."
"Isn't it written in this book?"
Chu nightning said: "The catastrophe two hundred years ago was recorded in the "Lin'an Collection" as the most detailed record. But it is only a few lines."
The ink burned and asked: "What does the book say?"
"Lin'an is under siege, and the scene in the city is unknown. When the rebels break through the siege, they will see the corpse resting on the road, ten rooms and nine empty spaces. One hundred people in the prefect's manor and seven hundred and forty households in the head of Guizhou are all dead."
"..." Mo Ran said, "Is the cause of death not written?"
"There is no record. At that time, Lin'an City was besieged, and very few people survived. Later, a few survivors were rescued by the Feathermen, but the Feathermen were often not involved in world affairs, and their thoughts were different from those of ordinary people. In the eyes, the truth is not important, even if it is clear, it will not be reported to the world for no reason."
Chu Wanning paused and continued: "However, since they will leave after two days. What happened at that time can be seen soon. We might as well walk around, maybe we can explore something. clues."
The two put away the soul destroying talisman and were about to leave.
Suddenly I heard footsteps, and then Chu nightning's sleeves were pulled.
"Little brother."
Chu nightning turned back, it turned out to be the little son who looked quite similar to himself, the little son was very young, and said in a milky voice: "little brother, daddy said that you have no place to live here, if you don't dislike it, You can stay at our house tonight."
"This… "
Chu nightning and Mo Ran looked at each other.
The ink burned and asked: "Is it convenient? Your father is already so busy."
"It doesn't matter." The little guy showed a warm smile. "There are already many people living in the house who have nowhere to stay. We all live together. With daddy here, I'm not afraid at night, and there are no ghosts."
There are many inconsistencies in his words, but the simplicity and enthusiasm are also distressing.
The ink burned: "Okay, then we will come to the house to disturb you at night, thank you, little brother."
"Hey, don't thank me, don't thank me."
Watching him jumping and running away, Mo Ran pulled Chu Wanning's hand and said, "Hey, I'm telling the truth."
"I know what you're going to say, shut up."
"Hahaha. Do you know again?" Mo Ran smiled and rubbed his hair, "When I return to the mountain, I really have to go to the master and ask, one of you is like a big one, and the other is like a small one. Say I don't believe it if I have no blood relationship with the Prefect of Chu."
Chu nightning: "... what about blood."
"what?"
Chu nightning looked at the father and son under the tree lightly, and then said without any waves: "Anyway, it was two hundred years ago. They are all dead."
Yan Bi turned and left.
The ink burned in the place for a while, and then he caught up with him, and walked and muttered: "Hey, you said that you are a child, young, why is the anger so heavy? If you die, you will die, and you will die too. The ancestors. If it was me, I would definitely go back and set up a shrine for them, and make a nine-foot-high golden body as an offering. The whole body should be smoked with spices and hung with jewelry. The incense will not be broken every year. What about me... alas, don't go so fast."
The two walked around the city and found that every household was collecting straw and tying scarecrows.
After asking, I knew that this was what Master Chu Xun had ordered the citizens to do. No matter the age of the residents in the city, everyone needs a relative scarecrow. The straw man is wrapped in paper and dripped with his own blood. Make a so-called "fake puppet".
This principle is like the river god wants to eat a human head, so someone made a steamed bun, wrapped it with meat stuffing and poured it into the river to worship the river god.
You must know that some ghosts and spirits are not alert because of root causes. A little bit of blindfolding can turn them around. For example, the ghost master of ceremonies they have been in contact with before Chu Wanning is a mud brain, which is very good to fool.
Looking at it this way, Chu Xun has at least made two preparations for the city residents. The first is the Soul Destruction Talisman, so that they will not be discovered by ghosts during their escape.
The second is the straw puppets, because once the ghosts find out that all the people in the city have suddenly disappeared, they will be extremely manic, leaving the puppets as cover, which can temporarily stabilize them and delay the migration of the city.
But the more this is the case, the heavier the doubts in the hearts of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning.
Why does Young Master Chu Xun have already arranged so carefully, yet he still falls short of success
With such doubts, they returned to the prefect's mansion. It was dark by this time. Many people who live in remote areas are reluctant to go home, and they drag their families and bring their bedding to the supernatural barrier to spend the night.
The prefect's mansion is not closed at night, only the white-clothed guards that you see during the day are patrolling around.
When the ink burned them, there were no vacancies in the house, and it was crowded with people everywhere. At least three or four families in a wing were curled up, and there was no place to stand.
The last two had to choose a corridor to rest. The quilt is definitely not there. The ink burned and asked the guard to ask for some straw. It was soft and soft on the ground, and Chu nightning was picked up.
"I'm sorry you slept here today."
Chu nightning said: "It's very good."
"Really?" Mo Ran laughed, "I think so too."
He fell beside Chu Wanning, stretched his waist, and then put his arms behind his head, looking at the clear top of the corridor.
"Junior Brother, you can see that those birds are really good at creating dreams. Although this dream has the memory of the survivors as the cornerstone, it is rare that the wood grain on the vault can be refined so clearly."
Chu nightning said: "After all, Yumin is a half-immortal body. Although the mana has not reached the peak, there are always some abilities that mortals can't reach."
"Yes." Mo Ran blinked, turned over, and looked at Chu Wanning with his head, "I can't sleep."
"..." Chu nightning glanced at him, "Then I will tell you a story to coax you."
He was just a mocking joke at first, but Mo Ran's face was actually thick-skinned, and he smiled: "Okay, okay. Junior brother tell a story about the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."
Chu nightning didn't expect him to take it seriously, he was stunned, and then turned his face away angrily: "You think it's beautiful. It's not ashamed to be so old."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "Then you see, in fact, people will always remember what they can't get, which has nothing to do with age. When I was young, no one told stories to coax me, I always thought, Think about it, if there is someone who can coax me, it would be good. Since then, there has been no such person, and I have grown up, so I don't want to. But I still think about it. "
Chu nightning: "..."
"No one told you stories when you were young, did you?"
"Um."
"Haha, so you don't actually know how to tell the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, right?"
Chu nightning: "... This kind of extravagant remarks, what is there to say."
"No, no, don't say anything extravagant. When you grow up like this, you must become a particularly boring person like my master, and no one likes to pay attention to you."
Chu nightning said angrily: "I don't care, I don't care, I sleep."
Lie down and close your eyes.
The ink burned and rolled, rolled around, and rolled to Chu nightning. He looked at the younger brother with his eyes closed. The eyelashes were black and long, which was very cute, so he reached out and pinched his face.
"Are you really asleep?"
"Fell asleep."
"Haha." Mo Ran smiled, "Then you fall asleep, let me tell you a story."
"You can tell stories?"
"Yeah, just like you can talk in your sleep."
Chu nightning shut up.
The ink burned and lay beside him, and the two of them were pillowed on straw, and their heads were very close to each other. The ink burned for a while, and when he saw the younger brother ignoring himself, he gradually stopped laughing so exaggeratedly, but his eyes were still curved, looking at the top of the corridor, the tip of his nose swept up the rough taste of rice from time to time, and the voice was calm and peaceful.
"The story I told you was made up by myself. I was envious of no one telling me stories before, but I couldn't help it. I lie in bed every day and tell stories to myself. This is what I told you. , is my favorite, and I named it 'Cow Grazing'."
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Small Theater[Bedtime Story]
Feed the fish and tell a bedtime story like this: A long, long time ago, there was a child…
Chu nightning's story begins like this: Dao can be said, very Dao, what story to tell. No, lecture.
Xue Meng: Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba Nian... Bah! I listen! I just listen.
Xue Meng's bedtime story begins like this: I tell you, I am a scholar, and I have won the first place countless times since I was a child. Today, I will tell you how I got the 14th Cultivation World Youth Swordsmanship The first place in the championship~
The teacher's story begins like this:... um... I'm not very good at telling it, and it's not good, you don't mind.
Ye Wangxi's storytelling begins like this: Do you want to listen to the story? Well, when I go to get a book to read, you lie down first, cover the quilt, and don't catch a cold.
Mei Hanxue's storytelling begins like this: Tell a story? Okay, the senior brother will tell the story of two male tigers, one male and one female. Which version do you want to listen to