Vol 5 Chapter 114: Unlucky mentor

Chapter 114: Unlucky Master and Apprentice
Chenwei is the collective name of the book of proverbs and the book of wefts. It is the general term for "wei", "hou", "picture", and "chen".
In the era of the Han Dynasty, there is nothing to ask about ghosts and gods. Whether it is weddings, funerals, marriages, bridge repairs, and road trips, the gods are asked to ask.
This is just a folk, placed in the Chaotang, but when there is a major event, it is necessary to communicate with the heaven, and ask for fortune.
This caused alchemists and warlocks to run rampant in the Han Dynasty.
When the emperor Wenming summoned Jia Yi in the Xuan room at midnight, he also made the famous "don't ask the people to ask the ghosts" idiom.
Yun Lang still forgives the Han people at this point.
After all, their understanding of nature is very elementary. When a large number of things that cannot be explained with personal wisdom happen, ghosts and spirits appear naturally.
Yun Lang spent a long time in the undead world of the First Emperor's Mausoleum. Apart from his own heresy, he never met an undead.
This made him believe and disbelieve in Chen Wei's theory.
If he does n’t believe it, he ca n’t explain his existence. If he believes, he feels sorry for the engineering science question he had learned before.
Heavenly Master Li Shaojun is a joke to him ... However, Xu Mo bears such an old monster, and if there is nothing extraordinary, he will never live at this age.
The more powerful warlocks brag, the shorter their lifespans. Countless warlocks have proved this with their lives.
When he cannot justify himself, it is when he dies.
Xu Mopi is an exception. Yun Lang still remembers that he walked into the valley when he saw Xu Mopi.
In a seemingly harmonious dialogue, it is diametrically opposed ...
Since seeing Xu Mo negative, Yun Lang has never said anything about ghosts and gods.
This kind of thing is too violating Liu Che's taboo. He is not afraid of the sky, the earth, the wicked, the unknown ghost ...
Because in the legend, ghosts can freely travel through his millions of troops, can ignore his loyal warriors, and directly hurt him.
The thing about Li Ling is exactly what Li Gan thought, but Yun Lang really felt that the emperor, Wei Qing, was a little sorry for Li Guang, and that Li Ling ’s experience was too miserable, and it would involve Sima Qian before he bit his teeth.
And be prepared to closely monitor the whole thing and see what kind of magic will happen after you change the history.
Fortunately, Li Gan didn't go to Wei Qing to settle the accounts, let alone beat Wei Qing, and naturally there would be no accident of Huo Going sick and shooting him with an arrow.
Everyone lives well, this is Yun Lang's greatest expectation.
After solving Li Gan's things, Yun Lang was in a good mood. He rushed back to Yun's and had a good result. He just wanted to sleep with warm Song Qiao in the snowy night.
Yun Lang returned to Shanglin Garden and was called by Gillian.
Da Changqiu's face is very strange. He stared at Yun Lang for the first time in his life for a long time, as if he still meant to move his feet.
Gillian didn't pay much attention to it. As soon as Yun Lang came in, she stuck an awl on Yun Lang's finger. Yun Lang screamed painfully, watching the blood gurgling out of her finger, shouting: "What are you doing?"
Gillian shouted a big Changqiu. Dachangqiu immediately appeared next to Yun Lang, dipped his fingers in the blood of Yun Lang, and then tasted for a moment in his mouth, and then spit a spit to Gillian: "It is no different from ordinary people . "
Gillian took another bowl of Yinhong water and handed it to Dachangqiu said: "Let him drink it."
Yun Lang looked at the bowl of water with fear and trembling: "What is this?"
Gillian said impatiently: "Drink quickly, and then finish talking."
"You always tell me what this is before drinking."
"Witch's blood."
"Witch's blood water, the blood water taken from that part?"
"Relax, not filthy blood, but her heart blood."
"Don't drink!"
Yunlang refused as much as he could, but he couldn't match Da Changqiu, but he squeezed his nose and poured a bowl of blood.
Then Yun Lang vomited while holding his throat, vomiting dimly.
This is very rude, even when vomiting, the anger in Yun Lang's heart is burning.
After spitting clean, Yun Lang was sitting in front of Gillian, drinking a cup of tea and gargle, waiting for Gillian to give him a clear explanation.
Da Changqiu smiled and said, "Save you."
Yun Lang rolled his eyes and said, "What solution?"
"Xu Mo said under your majesty that you are not like a stranger."
"These old sticks should have been humiliating."
"Then go, Xu Mo was guilty this time, but it was a poisoned hand." Gillian threw a handkerchief to indicate Yun Lang's wound.
Yun Lang laughed at himself while wrapping his fingers: "I have made great contributions to the Great Han Kingdom, I have treated the people well, and I have exhausted my concerns about the treasury of the Great Han Kingdom. , Can the Great Han Kingdom also accommodate? "
Gillian said in earnest: "It is not a time to lose his temper. The major events of the country are being sacrificed in the Rong.
Yun Lang nodded and slowly stood up. After giving a gift to Gillian, he walked out of the Longmen Palace with loneliness.
Instead of riding a carriage, he took out a flute, playing hard in the snow and snow, and stepped on the half-foot thick snow to walk into the Yun's along the path.
"A small road is winding and long
Leading to the distance of the mist
I want to follow this long and narrow path
Follow my lover on the battlefield
I want to follow this long and narrow path
Follow my lover on the battlefield
Snowflakes covered his footprints
No footsteps or singing
On that wide silver field
There is only one path alone ... "
This "Road" Yunlang is very fond of, the flute on his mouth plays the tune, but the lyrics sound in my mind, just like a small choir.
Both are suitable!
Gillian stood in the main building of the Longmen Palace and watched the lonely back disappear in the snow, thumping the window and saying: "Ghost, ghost, who can catch a ghost to show me, I want to know what they are What it looks like.
Big Changqiu! "
After Gillian shouted furiously, a big long autumn ghost appeared behind her, he heard Gillian's teeth gurgle.
"Tell Xu Mofu that I want to see a ghost and let her catch me back. No matter what the ghost is, just let me see it with my own eyes.
Otherwise, I could n’t move her, so I took her children and grandchildren to settle the accounts and told her that if there were no ghosts, all her descendants would become ghosts under the sword! "
Da Changqiu was taken aback and quickly said: "Noble, it's wrong."
Gillian's face was green, and she looked at Dachangqiu with an angry look: "Afraid that Xu Mo's negative effects are bad for me? Hahaha, tell Xu Mo negative, no matter whether she uses nightmare or acrobatics, if she hurts me, she will pass.
A group of guys who are not humans are all rushing out of the old forest in the mountains. One or two of them are using some ghosts and gods to make chaos.
How is this going?
Ashe is afraid of death, I am not afraid of Gillian, so let them all rush to me, can't kill me, I will kill her family! No one can be less! "
"Nobles think twice, they will make a big mess."
"Chaos is chaos. I have been so quiet all these years, so that people think that the people of the Nagato Palace have become soft eggs and let them be bullied.
I want to let these demons and ghosts know that my Gillian can not only be a mother of the world, but also a knife to teach against the sons and sons! "
Seeing Gillian ’s idea decided, Dachangqiu whispered:
Since this is the case, Guangchangmen Palace ca n’t do anything, I thought ...

After listening to what Da Changqiu said, Gillian pouted: "You are really sinister."
Da Changqiu laughed and said: "The servant-servant is a yin man!"
"Then arrange!"
Da Changqiu bowed back.
Gillian shook his head helplessly, looking at Yun Lang's direction away: "We are grasshoppers tied to a rope."
Playing the flute in the wind and snow is very charming, that is, it does not match the Xun instrument, especially the song "Xiao Lu", which wants to be mournful, not to make it like a ghost.
Yun Lang blew his flute and turned around the bushes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and saw Huo Guang with Xiao Yi standing at the end of the corridor blowing.
Yun Lang put down his flute, Huo Guang also put down the Xun in his hand, looked at the teacher, suddenly cried and plunged into the master's arms.
The child rarely cried, or Yun Lang had never seen him cry, and the cries of the child's cries when he was a child were more or less fake. That was a strategy, not a cry.
This time it was different, this guy was crying.
Yun Lang was full of anger and grievances, and now disturbed by the apprentice, he immediately forgot the humiliation he had just received, grabbed the apprentice, and gently patted his back so that he could cry more painfully.
Children should cry and vent their emotions, instead of suffering like this little adult should not have suffered at this age.
"Master ... Father ... My father killed ... I ... my mother ... killed, what should I do?"
Yun Lang looked up and looked at the sky with snowflakes fluttering. He could only hold his apprentice tight, making him feel that there were people who pity him and love him ...