Chapter 510: Tai Yin Secret

Zhen Lian is a very considerate person. She did not wait for Li Yan to speak again, and she continued: "I know some people who have acquaintances at the immigration and police stations, and may be able to provide you with a permit to enter San Francisco . "
Li Yan held his shoulders and didn't speak.
Zhen Lian lowered her voice: "The steam guard in the city can't help you, but if you break through, it will undoubtedly cause some unnecessary trouble."
"Of course I didn't plan to."
Li Yan dismissed Zhen Lian's speculation.
"But is that the steam guard you said?"
Li Yan turned his head.
He was referring to a few full-meter brass armor that was behind the Workers' Party, two meters high. They were holding howitzers, with red-painted clockwork next to their ribs, behind which was the steam engine, and the trembling exhaust pipe was exhaling a thick mist.
"That's the bear-type steam soldier launched by Enfield. It is one of the more common steam guards."
Li Yan only glanced slightly and then looked away: "Take me to what you said, someone who can provide me with a permit."
"I'll be happy to help you. Please follow me."
At the foot of the prosperous San Francisco, there are large factories and shipyards. The crossing made by the shack was narrow and dark, and the two turned around a few shabby neighborhoods. The alley in front of Li Yan suddenly gave birth to a few familiar folk characteristics. In the exotic churches of theaters and churches, the buildings and pedestrians in front of him had strong Chinese characteristics. Birdcages and vegetables hang by the window, and cigarette-pots stand at the door. Sugar stalls, flower face masks and sachets are on the street stalls. Some even wore shirts and wielded two short knives.
Zhen Lian walked to the front of an old red tile house, and two thin but fierce guards stood at the door.
She pulled down her cloak and said lightly to the two, "Zhen Lian at the Red Lantern Festival wants to see your dragon head."
The two looked at each other, one of them went in without saying a word, and the other respectfully said, "Please wait a moment, we need to know."
Zhen Lianhuan agreed, but he blew his nose and his face changed immediately. Although she concealed it well, Li Yan noticed it.
"Questions?"
Li Yan asked gently.
"of course not."
Zhen Lianqiang laughed.
It didn't take long before the talents who came in to report came out: "Mr. Liang invited Xiangu to come in."
Zhen Lian didn't move, but replied coldly: "In other cases, Liang Hui should call his son to welcome me into the door, instead of just sending an onion to join Hesheng for a few days to perfuse me."
The man's face changed and changed, but in the end he said calmly: "Liang Shao went out this morning, he is not there."
Zhen Lian stared at the man for a few moments before turning to her side and bowing to Li Yan.
Li Yan's eyes were from the showman who had just stopped playing double knives on the street. Until then, he regained his eyes, led the door, and Zhen Lian followed closely behind.
Someone led the way, and soon Li Yan came to a partial house. An old man lying on the bed of Huanghuali's Luo Han, in addition to a long scar on his face, there were many dark spots. Both cheeks were fleshy and skinny, and the body was rich and sweet with an opium cream.
He met Zhen Lian, tremblingly leaned up on the bed, kneeled on both knees, and coughed, and said, "Great, cough and cough ... Liang Hui, a great Jug believer, met Xiangu."
"I need a permit to enter San Francisco, and tonight."
Zhen Lian's demeanor dictated anger, and his attitude toward Li Yan was different.
"..."
The old man named Liang Hui didn't answer, it seemed sleepy and didn't understand.
"Why, is there a problem?"
Zhen Liandao.
Liang Hui shook his head: "This requires documents from the immigration and police stations. It is not easy. I am afraid it will be difficult to do tonight."
"How long will that take?"
The old man with a scar face sighed and stood up slowly, regardless of Zhenlian's cold look: "Three or five days, maybe longer, Xiangu might as well come again at that time."
"Three days, or five days. When I come again, will you be able to give me a permit?"
Zhen Lian remained calm.
The old man with scar face shook his head: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say."
"Liang Hui!"
Zhen Lian Bai Nen's neck burst into blue muscles: "Are you teasing the servant of the great Juge?"
"Great Jug ..."
Liang Hui muttered to himself, sitting next to the bed, saying slowly: "Of course I didn't mean that."
Zhen Lian sternly said, "Then the red light will prove your loyalty."
Liang Hui was unmoved, and a sneer appeared on his old face: "My loyalty? I think it has proved enough over the years. My Hesheng controls more than half of San Francisco's opium business, among which How much I got into the pocket of the Red Lantern Fair, Xian Gu knew it well. Great Jug needed a live offering, but how many connections would I have to spend to pay attention to the Red Lantern Fair with the steam guard of the police station? Look in your eyes. "
Zhen Lian listened to sneer again and again: "If there is no great Jug's power to shine, do you think your old bones can survive to this day?"
"Yes, that's the problem."
Liang Hui spread his hands: "Can the great Jug still use his power to shine on me?"
Zhen Lian's face changed.
"Last night, the sacrifice of the Red Lantern Festival failed. The miracle of the great Jugs has since been cut off from the world, and like other old gods and ancient tyrants, they have left this world forever and forever."
Liang Hui continued: "Xiangu, please don't underestimate my intelligence relationship. Hesheng has only one, but heretics can be more than just a red lantern party. Taiping song society, seagull cross flag, I am not left with no choice. And you, Zhen Lian , You are no longer a servant of the old god, you are only a daughter-in-law, fortunate to be the godmother of the "Tale of Yin" which records the deeds of the old god! "
"So you contacted the Taiping Gehui people."
Zhen Lian's eyes flickered again and again: "I can smell the odor from them all the time."
"The tree fell apart. This is normal."
Liang Hui's face was as cold as ice.
Zhen Lian gritted his teeth and scolded his throat: "Liang Hui, your shortsightedness and stupidity really made me feel sick, yes, the great Jug did indeed leave us, but the red light will usher in a person far stronger than Jug And the mysterious master, his wisdom and power can run through time, a pig like you can't imagine. "
Liang Hui was not impressed: "Juge is one of the oldest old gods recorded in the Tai Yin Secret. It has experienced two alternations of the old and new emperors and personally served the great existence of the red-crowned emperor. It used to be with Bagui The dog confronted the Emperor Heipao in the place of death. Only such an ancient deity can survive the tide of the new world to this day. You can say, what kind of master can be stronger than him? "
Zhen Lian was a little short of breath. She once shared "The Secret of the Tai Yin" with Liang Hui. It was a broken book that recorded the past and the future, and she got it by chance. It took a lot of space to introduce the deeds and traces of the great Jug.
Zhen Lian also successfully awakened the great Jug through the incomplete ceremony of Tai Yin Secret.
But for Li Yan, Zhen Lian had no information other than the word "foreign god" from Juge's mouth.
But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. If Hesheng's support was lost, the red light would be on the verge of falling apart almost immediately, and the pagans and police stations next to it would tear Zhenlian.
The slightly-sexy woman almost screamed.
"This great deity, he will bring about a new emperor alternation. The former black robe emperor held the thunder and steel and expelled the old red-crowned emperor, and the black robe himself will be ousted by the young god. Blue Emperor Yi has re-determined the order of everything! "
Li Yan kept watching, and when he heard this, he looked at Zhen Lian with a stunned look. He meant, how do you know that I was wearing a blue cardigan.
This was misunderstood by Zhen Lian as encouragement, and she advocated Li Yan more enthusiastically, but Liang Hui interrupted him without hesitation.
This dying old faucet shouted sternly: "I don't care whether the world is dominated by the red crown emperor, the black robe emperor or the blue emperor! Whoever can continue my life, I will serve as my master! After getting the permit, if you want me to continue to support the Red Lantern Festival, let me see your god, what kind of ability is there! "
His voice faded, and his wrists had been gripped by Li Yan.
Liang Hui was startled, "What are you going to do?"
Li Yan picked his cloak and looked directly into Liang Hui's eyes: "I don't need you to recognize me as the master. I want to exchange pens with pragmatic smart people."
Before Liang Hui had time to speak again, a strong vitality flowed down from the top of his head.
He just felt his ears burst!
Autumn Jacques.
Can adjust any living body, including itself, to the peak functional state that natural growth can achieve without any side effects.
Liang Hui's stubborn shocked the guards outside the house. They had long been prepared to hold a knife and a pistol and rushed in, but the scene inside the house made these thugs completely choked.
Liang Hui actually cried.
He Sheng's dragon head, the old sister-in-law known for his fierce cunningness, burst into tears.
The black shawl hair, full face, scars that were almost invisible, his sloppy body seemed to be inflated, and the whole man stood upright, except for a few wrinkles on his face, almost no traces of years.
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