Li Chan came back to his senses, looked down, and saw that the hosta in his hand was stained with rain, and was gleaming with moist and clear water. There was a slight cold feeling on his right arm, and he realized that half of his body was standing outside the patio.

, I don’t know how long I stood in the drizzle, and everything was soaked from the right shoulder down.

The old man grinding the mirror was opposite the narrow patio with a radius of one foot. He was sitting on a low stool with his back to the woodshed. He was still wiping the mirror in his hand. However, at this time, Li Chan could only see the pattern of the sun and the moon on the back of the mirror.

The hallucination just now is still vivid in my mind, but as soon as I think about it, it flies away quietly like rain and wind, leaving only a vague impression.

Li Chan's heart beat loudly, and the chill in his right arm also spread to his back. He couldn't help but take a step back, but found that there was no anger in the eyes of the old man opposite him, so he held the hosta and raised his hand to Lu Zijing, saying: "Some

I wanted to ask Mr. Lu about something, but I accidentally walked in without telling him. I hope Mr. Lu will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Zijing stood up, put the bronze mirror on the chair, wiped his hands with a flannel cloth, and asked: "Although Li Lang's hairpin is broken, it still needs to be completely repaired. It's not difficult to repair. If you trust me, it doesn't matter."

Let’s take a look?”

Li Chan calmed down and said, "I'm worried that I can't find a craftsman who can repair the jewelry." He walked across the patio and handed the hosta to Lu Zijing, "Mr. Lu can help, it's really a big help."

Lu Zijing took the jade hairpin and glanced at the bronze mirror at her feet: "Excuse me, Li Lang, help me clean up." Then she walked towards the house next to the woodshed.

Li Chan wrapped more than twenty bronze mirrors in the silk cloth beside the threshold of the woodshed and entered the house with Lu Zijing.

The four walls of the house are all made of earth. There are discarded pottery molds for casting mirrors stacked at the foot of the furnace in the house. There is a small door on the west side of the house. Lu Zijing opened the half-covered door curtain in the house and sat down at a square table.

There are some leather drills, carving knives and other tools for sharpening and carving.

Li Chan knew in his heart that this old man Lu was an extraordinary person. Although the practitioners in this world occasionally played with the world when they were seeking the truth, there were probably not many who really lived like a mortal like this old man.

Li Chan walked to the table and put down the package containing the bronze mirror. Lu Zijing looked at the jade hairpin in his hand and said: "When I was young, I went to Shenpeng to learn a gold repair technique, but I have never used it. Li Lang is looking for it today."

Right."

Li Chan said: "What a coincidence. I would like to thank Mr. Lu on behalf of the owner of this hairpin."

Lu Zijing smiled and said: "There is no need to thank me. I don't think I will ask for anything from Li Lang in the future."

Li Chan said: "Mr. Lu, if you have anything to do, just say it. As long as it's not difficult to do, I have no reason to refuse."

Lu Zijing shook her head with a smile and put the hosta on the table, "I want to ask Li Lang to make a painting."

"What do I mean?" Li Chan said with a smile, "If Mr. Lu has pen and ink here..."

"There's no rush." ​​Lu Zijing shook his head, "The painting I want to ask Li Lang to do is not that easy. It's not too late to wait until Li Lang is free from distractions."

Li Chan was slightly startled by the four words Lu Zijing said, "He is focused on nothing." At this time, Lu Zijing added: "Li Lang has become famous recently, and there should be an endless stream of people coming to ask for paintings. If I also ask for paintings from Li Lang

, I’m afraid Li Lang will be disturbed.”

Li Chan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said with a smile: "Then wait until Mr. Lu thinks about it and come to me at any time."

…

Gold repair is a delicate job, so it requires slow work. According to Lu Mojing, if Shenpeng's craftsmen did not use the spiritual method, it would take half a month to repair a piece of jewelry and porcelain. Li Chan left the jade hairpin in the bronze mirror shop and repaired it.

Went back to Ximoju.

Li Chan didn't say a word when he returned to Ximo Residence. The monsters rarely saw Ah Lang looking preoccupied. The chess game under the loquat tree and the gambling in the kitchen quietly stopped.

The rain that lasted for a day did not stop, and it showed signs of getting worse. As the hour got later, I didn't know whether the ink-like sky was night or black clouds. Occasionally, a ray of light flashed, but in an instant it was swallowed up by the ink again, and it was not clear.

No sound of thunder is revealed.

After entering the study, Li Chan closed the door and wrote in front of the table illuminated by a candle, thinking for a long time. He had encountered a lot of things recently, many of which seemed unrelated and yet seemed to be vaguely connected. Xi was about to welcome the Holy Emperor.

The capital seems to have become a quagmire now. If the roads are not sorted out clearly, I am afraid that I will fall into it if I am not careful.

Li Chan wrote down his recent experiences in detail on the paper. After a moment, he let go of the pen. The pen danced under the candlelight and he wrote some words: "The man who exorcised monsters and killed gods is really a member of the Xiyi sect."

?”

Li Chan replied: "When you enter the Xidu Mansion, you should have experienced an excessive ultimatum."

Li Chan let go of his pen, and Master Bi wrote again: "Why do you think this person killed gods?"

"Xuandu is located in the western border of Dayong. There is Longwuguan in the west that can resist the demon soldiers, and there are gods inside that can control the demons. If the gods are killed, Xuandu will lose a line of defense." Li Chan wrote down what he had already thought about.

, "The current Emperor Dayong chased the demons from the west twenty years ago, and now he is going to the west of the country to Zen Taodu Mountain. In the eyes of the western demons, this is to show off the country's power. It is natural for the demons to obstruct the holy drive. However, this

The man is not a demon, he actually comes from Mount Xiyi..."

Before Li Chan finished writing, Bi Jun broke away and wrote on his own: "Let's look at the complicated forces in Xuandu today. How many camps are there among them?"

Li Chan thought for a while and replied: "As far as Xuandu is concerned, there is Qingque Palace in the Taoist sect, the Cui and Zhao families of the past ministers, and the King of Zhenxi, Xidu Palace, Shenzha Division...and now...

The Holy Emperor is about to arrive, and there are demons from outside the realm sneaking in. As far as I can see, there are the Qingqiu Fox Clan, the Elephant Demon God, and I don’t know how many of them are still hiding in the dark.”

Bijun wrote: "It seems complicated, but in fact there are only five factions, which are just two religions, demons, aristocratic families, the imperial court, and the king of Zhenxi. There is much to write about the relationship between these five factions, so I will not mention it for now.

Let’s talk about the people of Xiyi Mountain first. Xiyi Mountain is one of the three holy places of Daomen. Among the three holy places of Daomen, Qingque Palace has no longer interfered with the imperial court a hundred years ago. The current head of Xuankong Temple is the prince of the previous dynasty, and Xiyi

The mountain alone controls the Dayong Shinto."

When I wrote this, I stopped.

There was a faint rolling muffled thunder in the sky, and the wind that blew up at some point made the wooden windows crackle. Although the flame above the head of the candle did not sway, the paper under the porcelain tiger paperweight rolled up. Li Chan was about to

When I got up, I heard a snap behind me. When I looked back, I saw that the window had been closed tightly, and a piece of red paper-cut female doll was floating on the window lattice.

Li Chan nodded to Sao Qingniang, looked back and wrote again, pondering for a while, and wrote: "Although I don't know why Mount Xiyi blocked the emperor's westward journey, the two realms of man and god coexist, like two masters of a country, and they must exclude each other.

That's the root cause. But I have one question, how can Xiyi Mountain be connected with demons?"

Li Chan put down the pen, and there was an uproar of rain outside the window. I don't know when it started raining heavily. Several rays of lightning passed through the window paper. In the light and dark, the bone-like jade pen paused slightly, and the pen strokes traced an undetectable arc.

.

Inexplicably, Li Chan felt that it looked like a man's sneer.

But for a moment, Mr. Bi wrote again: "The reason for this is a long story. If we trace the origins of today's high-ranking families, they can be roughly divided into two categories. The first category is that the ancestors were born due to opportunities.

Those who stand out are those who gradually grow stronger after many generations of management. As for the second type, its origins can be traced back even further."

"You know that in ancient times, the human race was enslaved by demons, but you don't know that in ancient times, in order to further enslave the human race, the demons once selected 'smart' members from the human race, gave them demonic magic, and ordered them to supervise their fellow humans! These can be inherited from the demons

The people of the Dharma, in order to distinguish themselves from their fellow tribesmen, call themselves 'favorites' and treat their fellow tribesmen with cruelty and cruelty, even worse than the demons!"

"It wasn't until the birth of the human ancestor that these 'favorites' saw the decline of the demons and demons, so they took refuge with the human ancestor. After the human ancestor wiped out the demons, the former 'favorites' became the heroes who opened up the world for the human race!"

There was a piercing sound, and a violent thunder tore through the dull clouds. The flames on the top of the candle were eclipsed. In the small room as bright as day, a line of melancholy and angry writing was reflected clearly in black and white on the paper.
Chapter completed!