Chapter 274, Do gods also travel through time? (1)
On the bank of the moat, Shui Mo climbed up from the water wetly. Seeing the young Yazai and the old man from Maoshan standing on the bank with smiles, he smiled awkwardly and said quietly: "Once upon a time, Wei Tuo came from the east and crossed the river with a reed.
Now, my brother and master Fu Nan have come to rescue Yiliu from crossing the Qinhuai River, and they have also brought with them a novice from the world of immortality, and a drowned pheasant named Xiao Shuimo. Hahahaha!"
"Hahahaha! Little brother, your crossing of the Wei River is very good. But our crossing of the Liu River to the Qinhuai River is a bit nondescript. We also bring a drowned chicken with us? Tsk tsk tsk... You are not a drowned chicken.
What a chicken! No one dares to say that about you. You have to know that this little drowned chicken thousands of years from now will be a great god with boundless power, a man who is upright and indomitable. Who dares to say that about him?
Is it a little drowned rat? You can't say that, you can't say that!" The old man from Maoshan gently raised the fly whisk in his hand, patted the little Shui Mo's body like dust, and said to Shui Mo with a pleasant smile.
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All the water vapor in the ink and wash evaporates, and goes away with the wind like white smoke.
"Hey! Master, is this whisk of yours with a fire stove? It's so magical! Where did you buy it? I asked our young lady to buy one to play with." Shui Mo yelled with excitement.
"See how anxious you are? My master, this whisk is not an ordinary whisk! It is a divine object given by heaven, specially used to drive away ghosts! You can't buy it in the market, brother.
!" Young Yazai couldn't help laughing.
"Oops! You're just talking nonsense. My lady...Old man, please hurry up and don't delay things." Shui Mo suddenly shuddered and softly begged the old man from Maoshan.
"Then hurry into the city!" Old Man Maoshan smiled slightly, put away the fly whisk, and walked towards the city gate with his head held high.
"Hey! Those below the city tower, the city gate is about to be closed. If nothing happens, I'll tie you up early tomorrow!" A little leader of the Jinyi Guards poked his head out from the pass above the city tower and shouted to Shui Mo and the others.
He shouted.
"Creak, creak!" sounded, and the two vermilion south city gates of the Great Tomorrow were closed.
"Mom, it's better not to say anything! Before I finished speaking, the city gate was closed!" Young Yazai shouted unhappily.
"It's okay! I'll take you into the city, old man. Come with me!" Old Man Maoshan said to Young Yazai and Shui Mo with a smile.
After detouring around the roots of Huangcheng, Old Man Maoshan returned to the southeast side of Xuanwu Lake and walked quickly toward an unknown hill.
Shui Mo and Miao Yazai followed closely, running huffing and puffing, flushed and out of breath, but they didn't dare to fall down...!
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Inside the Xuanwu Gate, at the Zodiac Immortal Medical Center, several old Chinese doctors were walking around Lin Qingshan's cold and bruised body, sighing and lamenting.
"That's not right! After falling from such a high tower, there are no scars at all, but there is blood all over the body, and there are some symptoms of poisoning!" An old Chinese medicine doctor kept mumbling to himself.
"It's true that you are poisoned! But if you fall from such a high place, even if the commander is a master of martial arts, you won't have any injuries at all! There is something evil! There is something evil!" Another old Chinese medicine doctor also walked while walking.
Talking to himself.
"You are some of the best doctors in the city. Tell me the truth: has our commander-in-chief been saved?" a young brother from Jin Yiwei said anxiously to several old Chinese doctors who were helpless.
"I can't make a conclusion! This young general, General Lin, is about to stop breathing, but he is still breathing, but it's just a little weaker! What's puzzling is that his body temperature has clearly told
If you leave us, General Lin has already passed away!" An old Chinese medicine doctor explained helplessly in a low voice with several police uniform guards who were scouting above the bed.
"...One moment you say you can't be saved, and the other moment you say you might still be saved...I just want to ask, can our commander-in-chief be saved?...One by one, can we save our commander-in-chief?
, don't even think about leaving." A young general frowned coldly, pulled out the sword from his waist with a swipe, and said that his posture was like he was preparing to kill someone!
"Grandma, we can't save our commander-in-chief. Let's stop playing and go to hell together. No one here will be left behind." Another young boy broke in from outside the hospital and wailed.
Outside the hospital, there is still a group of sword-browed handstands, young guards in purple and brocade uniforms. They are tossing back and forth outside the hospital one by one, like ants on a hot pot...
A cute little white pigeon fluttered its wings and fell from the weeping willow outside the hospital. It kept wandering freely among the young members of the Jinyiwei.
"Cuckoo!" it kept shouting, and would look up at the medical center from time to time.
After circling around the Jin Yiwei young men, it looked at the gap in the half-open window of the medical center and jumped in with one leap.
The thunderbolt landed directly on the shoulder of a young man in white, and he kept shouting, as if he was reporting a message.
The young general gently took off the reply letter from the old man from Maoshan from the pigeon's feet. After taking a look at it, he shouted happily: "There is help, there is help! The old gentleman is here, the old gentleman is here. Please hurry up!"
While shouting, he rushed out of the door and ran out into the yard.
"Where are the people? You all know how to cry in mourning, but no one goes to greet the chief coach? No one pays attention to the carrier pigeon when it comes back? You are such idiots, you know how to cry in mourning." The young man in white cursed, left
Looking to the right, there was no sign of Old Man Maoshan, so he seemed a little impatient, his eyes were wet, his throat was hoarse.
"Little Commander, we are all afraid! If the Commander-in-Chief cannot afford to fall, how can we, the Imperial Guards, survive in the Imperial City? The Ming Dynasty is in shaky state, not to mention that the east and west industries are not easy to deal with.
Those ministers in the court who like to stir up trouble should not try their best to get us out of the imperial city!..." A group of young generals wailed and said to the young man in white.
The Jinyiwei outside the Ming Dynasty city wall, regardless of the government's settings, they have some unwritten tacit understanding of their own job settings: there is one big commander, three subordinates, three minor commanders, and three minor commanders.
There are twelve disciplines under each belt, and each belt has five Jinyiwei young generals.
In this way, although the external war in the crumbling country of the Ming Dynasty was tense, because of this group of loyal guards at the root of the imperial city, it was still able to maintain a peaceful, stable and prosperous atmosphere!
However, the two factories in the east and west were fighting each other for years, seducing foreign enemies to invade the northern capital, forcing the Carpenter Emperor to move south with the support of the young Jinyiwei generals and return to Jinling City, where the royal family first made its fortune.
Some people say that this is a fallen leaf returning to its roots, and the Ming Dynasty will not grow again!
However, Lin Qingshan led the Jinyiwei and managed Jinling City in a prosperous and prosperous manner, and the people were happy.
But outside the capital, the subordinates of the East and West factories often fought for local treasures or farmland, water conservancy and other fortresses, which made people panic and made it very difficult for farmers to survive in the wild.
Some people lamented: "The wine and meat of the rich family smells bad, and the bones are frozen to death on the road!"
Most of the peasants outside Jinling City heard that the Jinyiwei had brought peace and stability, and they all flocked to the capital under the jurisdiction of the Jinyiwei. Therefore, the city walls of the Ming Dynasty were very lively, with people coming and going day and night, and there were many people sleeping on the streets.
However, they neither stole nor robbed, and lived together peacefully.
Some people also lamented: "The emperor has fallen leaves and returned to Ningxia tomorrow. There are two heavens inside and outside the city. If you don't have rice to cook and eat meat, you can't lose the spirit of craftsmanship."
It is said that when the young general in white was getting angry, he suddenly heard a hearty voice coming from outside the hospital: "Hahahaha! Little General Bailong, I'm a step late! I'm sorry! I kept you young generals waiting for so long."
Immediately afterwards, an old Taoist priest and two children strode in from the open door of the medical temple.
The visitors are none other than Old Man Maoshan, Young Yazai, and Xiao Shuimo.
"General Coach, you're finally here. We won't say any more polite words. You'd better invite me quickly! I see that our leader is not suffering from an ordinary illness this time, but something very mysterious and mysterious!" Bai Long, the young general
After saluting the old man from Maoshan, he turned sideways and let them into the medical hall.
"Stop! Don't move." When the old man Maoshan walked to the door of the medical ward, he suddenly stopped and said.
"Young Yazai, lend me your hand." Old Man Maoshan said, taking out a bunch of yellow paper from his arms and handing it to Young Yazai.
When Shui Mo looked down, he saw that it was covered with densely packed strange symbols written in cinnabar, and there seemed to be many little people working on it endlessly.
These little people are carrying rocks, some are carrying rocks, and some are carrying sticks, as if they are going to carry out construction...!
Shui Mo looked confused and dizzy, so he looked away.
When I looked at the old man from Maoshan again, he had already disappeared. I don’t know where he went.
"Is this old Taoist priest afraid of running away? How can a majestic commander of the Jinyi Guards accept so many elite soldiers and generals that he can't handle, just because he is an old man from Maoshan? It's not very reliable. Maybe my lady has some truth.
!" Shui Mo was thinking wildly and began to become a little evil.
"Shui Mo, don't be in a daze! Help me paste the runes." Young Yazai shouted loudly.
"Let's help too! Little master, you can tell me where to stick it." Bailong said with excitement.
"Your stickers are no longer effective. You have guarded the medical hall and don't let anyone in." After finishing speaking, Young Yazai then asked Shui Mo to help him paste the runes.
"How to post it? I've never posted couplets before, how can I know how to post runes? Post it yourself, my brother!" Shui Mo said to Miao Yazai in embarrassment.
"I'll teach you! Come here quickly." Young Yazai said to Shui Mo anxiously, dragging his hands full of yellow paper.
"Why can I be so skinny? But they can't be so strong? Young Yazai, please stop teasing me, okay?"
Shui Mo still said in disbelief.
"Who dares to tease you? To tease a little golden boy who has conquered demons thousands of years later, isn't that... isn't it because he has lived too long? Hurry up and help me put on the talisman. As long as it passes your hand, you can do whatever you want.
Post it." Young Yazai said with a very happy smile.
"That's what you said! I can post it however I want. Then I'll just post a few pictures. Hahahaha!"
As soon as I heard that I could paste ink and wash at will, I had no taboos about anything. As I was talking, I grabbed a few pictures and threw them out with a bang.
It’s strange to say that!
Suddenly, these runes were like sharp swords, and they were inserted all over the doors, windows, tiles and eaves of the medical hall, as well as all the places that could breathe!
"Eh! That's weird. When did I learn such magical skills?... Come on, young Yazai, are you using magic tricks to deceive your brother again? I almost took it seriously!" Shui Mo couldn't help but laugh.
He laughed and said.
"I used magic tricks to lie to you? Did any master also lie to you?... How did you get over the moat just now? Is there a suspension bridge on the tower to let you walk steadily?... I lied to you?
You lied to yourself." Young Yazai said unhappily.
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Yes, ever since the battle of Jinling City failed and demon spirits poured into Lengyue Immortal Palace, Shui Mo and Yu Yan were completely defeated, and they were so fascinated that they traveled to the Ming Dynasty more than 13,000 years ago.
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Yu Yan jumped out of bed. She didn't dare to fall asleep again when Shui Mo was not there. As soon as she lay down, demons and monsters surged into her dream. She was so depressed that she dared not express her anger. She had nowhere to vent her temper.
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Yu Yan looked at the surrounding environment of the room, the unfamiliar bed curtains, and the inconsistent colors. She tossed back and forth in the boudoir, quietly waiting for the ink and wash to come back.
Yes, she can sleep peacefully only if the ink is on!
Since she picked up this little beggar, she has slept soundly only a few times.
But once the little beggar left her boudoir, she would have nightmares again and again, and her heart would jump with fear!
Could it be that... he is the legendary protector god? He is also the protector god of my classmate Lin Yuyan...!!!!!
The eldest daughter of the Lin family did not dare to go next to the bed, so she walked out of the boudoir and stood in the yard, quietly waiting for her protector to return.
There are a few faint floating clouds floating in the sky, and occasionally they pass by a cold moon in the late winter. It is very beautiful and makes people think again and again!
Sigh...it's just that this guy doesn't like dressing up, so he's wasting all his skin and flesh.
Lin Yuyan walked back and forth in the yard, occasionally looking at the white clouds and the moon in the sky, thinking endlessly and daydreaming.
Leng Yuqing was very busy at the front desk. The New Year was approaching. There were too many customers who came to buy New Year gifts for their seventh aunt and eight aunts. There were also many dignitaries who came to buy New Year gifts for their aunts and wives.
There’s a gift!
The store temporarily recruited a few fairy-like beauties to help, but it was still in good order!
Leng Yuqing kept collecting money and opening receipts on the counter. Business was booming, and her rich and fair face was filled with a look of great relief.
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In the medical clinic opposite the Jinyiwei Yamen, Lin Qingshan suddenly shouted and jumped up from the hospital bed.
Immediately afterwards, he vomited out a mouthful of black snow with a loud sound, and fell onto the hospital bed again.
"Ah! You old monster, you have put our commander to death... you!" A little commander in black shouted and rushed towards the old man Maoshan, pressing a cold green-edged sword on the old man Maoshan.
The neck went up.
The faces of everyone surrounding the hospital bed suddenly changed color, and everyone didn’t know what to do for a moment...!