The west window faces the evening, and the slanting light shines through the gauze.
This early summer shower lasted for almost two hours before it finally stopped.
A pair of plump maids stood in front of the screen in the inner room, looking at the closed window sash in front of the desk and the snoring Wang Jin, the emissary of Taiwei Palace, holding their breath and suppressing their voices. They even sneezed very carefully, for fear of waking up the old man.
The "volcano".
The semi-transparent gauze covered the shoulders and arms like cream, and the faint fragrance of powder gradually drove away the dampness after the first shower, filling the entire inner room. Wang Jin sniffed the fragrance, moved his fingers slightly, and raised his eyebrows.
The pen immediately slipped from the fingertips and rolled into more than a dozen pieces of paper scrawled with circles. There were names and patterns on the paper, but it was neither calligraphy nor painting, but rather a map with complicated clues.
When the two maids saw that he was awake, they rushed forward and helped him up from the high-backed wooden chair. Their expressions were concerned and respectful.
Wang Jin glanced at the results of the plan he had just put so much effort into on the desk, and then rubbed his swollen temples. A touch of pride finally appeared in the corners of his eyes. With a flick of his arms, he took out the forbidden balm from the skirts of the two maids.
He rubbed it carefully in his hand a few times, then brought it to his face one by one. First there was the warm and soft styrax, and then the strong and unrestrained musk. The two blended together, instantly refreshing him.
The two maids were accustomed to it. They consciously took off their silk clothes and brocade robes, leaving only the undershirt and small clothes, and then they went to Wang Jin. Unexpectedly, Wang Jin frowned slightly: "I am tired today, and I am not in such a mood. You
Let's get down there, both of you!"
When the maid heard this, she felt as if she had been granted amnesty. She responded softly and left the inner room.
Wang Jin then stretched out his hand to open the window sash. In an instant, a large piece of golden light broke in and fell on the desk and paper, showing a bit of sanctity and splendor.
Wang Jin raised his hand to pick up the pieces of paper and arranged them on the desk again. After a few moments, he pieced together a concise and concise map of Luoyang. Many cities and towns were omitted on the map, and only "Rushui" was the focus of the battle.
The various forces of "Sword" were marked:
Ziwei Palace in the northwest, Jingxingfang in the northeast, Guanglifang in the southwest, Chongzhengfang in the southeast, and Luocheng Xingying outside the upper east gate are respectively surrounded by cinnabar. They represent the Prince of the East Palace, Weibo Town, Yingchuan Villa, Henan
The government office and the Luocheng camp are all the main forces fighting for the sword.
In addition, three flames are outlined with indigo in the middle, representing the three Zoroastrian temples; a Tai Chi yin and yang fish is drawn with ink lines in the north, representing the Taoist gate; a "卍" character is drawn with turmeric in the south, representing the Buddhist gate; and on the side
Several swords are drawn on the corners, representing the wanderers...
Wang Jin stretched out a finger, pointed at an empty spot on the map, and muttered something. His eyebrows tightened for a while, and then relaxed, but it gave people a feeling of being in control.
The sky finally darkened, the evening drums were beaten, and the lights began to turn on.
The long lanterns and short copper lamps in the inner room lit up one after another, enveloping Wang Jin and the bookcase, just like many silent nights.
However, the silence tonight had just begun when it was broken by shouts from outside Ginkgo Villa.
Wang Jin raised his head and looked into the dark courtyard. He saw a gray figure breaking open the courtyard door and rushing in. He was about to rush straight into the main hall. He was so frightened that the two maids screamed twice, one long and one short.
At this time, several Su guards had also filed in, surrounding the gray figure in Gaixin. Some held halberds, some raised guns, some wielded knives, and some set up nets. They had obviously made up their minds to kill this reckless man.
The Dharma was rectified on the spot, so as not to endanger Taiwei Palace Envoy Wang Jin.
Just when the guards shouted to kill this gray shadow, they heard Wang Jin shouting from the window: "Stop it! Just bring him in."
As expected, the gray figure no longer resisted the guards, and obediently threw the copper stick aside. Under the escort of four strong guards, he slowly walked into the main hall. When he saw Wang Jin coming out from behind the screen in the inner room, he immediately raised his hands
Putting hands together: "The poor monk stayed awake to pay homage to the Palace Envoy! Today, the Tongyuan Canal underwent a sudden change. Although I, the monk of Zhaojue Temple, tried my best to attack, I still returned empty-handed... I just broke into the Taiwei Palace by force, and I specially asked the Palace Envoy to punish me.
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Wang Jin looked gloomy, stared at the sleepless monk, and said word by word: "Don't be nagging, focus on the important things! What happened to the Tongyuan Canal?!"
The sleepless monk knelt down with a "pop" sound, swallowed the saliva hard, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Tong, there is the Tongyuan Canal... The silver dragon entered the water and split the wall... The 'Rushui Sword' was born!"
Wang Jin only felt a "buzzing" sound in his head. The monks, guards and furnishings in the hall in front of him all became absurd and empty. His body was swaying and he was obviously unsteady. He was supported by the maid with quick eyes and hands.
Gradually he calmed down and said in a dry voice: "Tell me... what's going on?!"
The sleepless monk saw that his face was ashen and he had a hint of murderous intent, so he didn't dare to disobey him. That afternoon, he told everything about what happened in Tongyuan Canal, down to the smallest details. Wang Jin's eyes widened as he listened.
His face turned pale, he was so angry that he almost fainted several times.
By the time the sleepless monk finished speaking, Wang Jin had slumped down in an armchair, his expression changed, and he was speechless for a long time. The maids and guards on the side did not even dare to express their anger, for fear that Wang Jin would be angered if he made a wrong move.
The air seemed to be stagnant, and a needle could be heard in the main hall. Only the heavy breathing of the sleepless monk made slight ripples in the hall.
Everyone was silent for a long time. Wang Jin slowly raised his head, glanced at the four guards, then glanced at the two maids, and said indifferently: "You all stand down. With him, he can't hurt me!"
The six people trembled and hurriedly retreated, leaving only the kneeling sleepless monk and Wang Jin sitting paralyzed in the hall.
Just when the sleepless monk was at a loss, Wang Jin suddenly jumped up and ran into the inner room in a few steps. In less than two breaths, he ran out with a yellow sword box and slapped it on the big case: "
Qiu Bumian, the sword box you mentioned is the one hanging on the screen wall of Henan Mansion, but it looks like this?!"
Now it was the sleepless monk's turn to be stunned.
Looking at the sword box that everyone had been thinking about for half a day, the sleepless monk was a little incoherent: "I wish you could come... It turns out that the palace envoy has been prepared for a long time and has actually taken this divine sword... Just now, the poor monk was still thinking,
How should I use my strength at the 'Shendu Martial Arts Conference' in a few days to help you win back the sword... It was only the palace envoy who asked someone to take the sword, and how you defeated all parties and escaped unharmed..."
"fart!"
Wang Jin shouted, causing the sleepless monk who was kneeling on the ground to tremble with fright, "This sword box was taken out of the 'Rushui Sword Stele' that was just fished out of the Ningbi Pond last night. Tell me! Why?
An identical ancient monument will appear in the far canal? And why will an identical sword box appear?! Who is behind everything?!"
Wang Jin screamed at the top of his lungs, became furious, and immediately asked three questions that no one could answer. The sleepless monk was so shocked that he was speechless and speechless for a moment.
Seeing that the sleepless monk didn't say a word, Wang Jin became even more angry. He flew up and hit him on the shoulder. He immediately kicked the tall and strong sleepless monk away and hit his back firmly against the blue bricks.
The vibrations on the walls made the house tremble.
The sleepless monk sat in the corner, feeling turbulent, stuffy and congested. He finally couldn't bear it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood. When he looked up again, Wang Jin had already mobilized the Gang Qi to fill his whole body. He had a pair of stunning eyes.
In the middle, there is a faint golden light.
Wang Jin suddenly punched and kicked his feet, venting his anger on the cases, tables, screens, shelves and other items displayed in the hall. With the endless sound of "thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
It collapsed into a pile of broken wood, and the shiny and simple three-color porcelain was also broken into pieces on the floor... The originally luxurious and neat main hall was suddenly in a mess.
Wang Jin's hands were covered with blood, his eyes were red, but he didn't feel any pain. He was still talking to himself: "If the Tongyuan Canal dug out is the 'Rushui Sword', what is this sword in my hand...?! What else is it?"
Who can believe it! How could there be two ancient steles and two sword boxes in Luoyang City?! How could there be two identical 'Rushui Swords'!
I, King Jingan, have lived under others and endured it for several years. I did not hesitate to invite myself to Luoyang to serve as the little Taiwei Palace envoy. I originally wanted to borrow the luck of the divine sword to be reused by the saint, to lead the tiger and wolf army again, and to wipe out the remaining evil in Jizhou.
! Who would have expected that now, a young mermaid would be fooled into thinking that the real thing is false! What a thief! Are you specifically trying to play tricks on me, Wang Jin!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jin suddenly leaned over, picked up the yellow sword box from the mess, raised it high decisively, and threw it to the ground!
The night is getting darker and the wind is getting cooler.
Although the darkroom has no doors or windows, there are holes at the four corners for drainage and ventilation. The coolness outside the hall gradually penetrates through these holes.
After Xiaoman shivered for a while, he hurriedly picked up the lotus cloth sewn by "Huohuanbu" and put it on his body to keep warm.
Hearing Li Changyuan say "unkind invitation", he turned his attention to Liu Carpenter to see how he spoke. Unexpectedly, Liu Carpenter responded to the situation and answered very appropriately.
Li Changyuan was also quite surprised. He pondered for a moment and then said seriously: "I have been practicing Taoism and martial arts for a long time. I am half-official and half-hidden. I have dabbled in everything. But I only know a lot about acupuncture with hidden weapons. I often
What a pity! The poor Taoist just now secretly asked his disciples to memorize these four murals without your permission. This is really the same as stealing the skills from his master!
Therefore, I would like to make a bold statement and ask you to teach him the art of drilling holes with iron nails. Tomorrow I will prepare a complete bundle of repair gifts for him and bring them here to thank you for teaching me this skill!
What is needed?"
After listening to this, Liu Carpenter became hesitant. Naturally, the apprenticeship to a master requires the practice of six rites, and there is also a set of customary rituals. But like today, the disciples who have already joined the sect are actually recommended by the master.
It is unheard of for him to learn skills from others! Moreover, he does not want to open the door to teach, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, he shook his head and said: "Taoist Priest! Forgive Liu for speaking frankly. Although Yang Shaoxia has become famous recently, he has provoked a lot of enemies. Liu doesn't want to get involved, lest someone comes to the door and smashes him.
I am a bad businessman!"
Li Changyuan seemed to have expected that he would excuse himself, and immediately said with profound meaning: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask me what the ceremony of 'binding repairs' is? It's not too late to refuse."
Liu Carpenter's calm eyes finally showed some emotion: "Ordinary bundles are just vegetables, fruits and bacon. I wonder what I would like to use as bundles?"
Li Changyuan smiled and said: "If you are talking about business, I think Zunjia must value only two things: one is good materials, and the other is sales. A poor man will regard these two as his 'cultivation'. I don't know what Zunjia wants?"
Liu Carpenter's eyes gradually heated up: "I would like to hear the details!"
Li Changyuan continued: "In the past, due to his size, Pindao was allowed to live in seclusion and practice Taoism in Hengshan Mountain. There are hundreds of miles of mountains and forests. There is nothing else in the mountains, but there are many miscellaneous trees such as pine, fir, camphor, nan, and beech. The road blocks the sun, which is really inconvenient. Farmers are often asked to clear forests to clear roads and cut down trees for firewood..."
"Taoist Master, stop it! Liu will step down."
Carpenter Liu's eyes showed a look of pain. Hearing that a lot of good wood had been cut down by the mountain people for burning, he immediately interrupted Li Changyuan and said, "There is no need to talk about selling the wood. Liu is willing to do it for this wood alone." This cheap master just has one thing that needs to be done by Young Master Yang."
Yang Zhaoxi was filled with gratitude at this time: the master was willing to give him the wood from Hengshan Mountain in exchange for a chance to learn the art! I don’t know how long it will take for this kindness to be repaid. How can I be a little Taoist priest who grew up in a mountain village? How could he be so carefully cultivated by his master?
In the midst of the ups and downs of his heart, he heard Carpenter Liu suddenly mentioning himself, and immediately said smoothly: "What did Brother Liu say..."
However, before the word "thing" could be settled, six square nails were fired at him!
Following this, there was a low shout from Carpenter Liu: