Jiankang is the capital of Daliang. Although this glorious Daliang is declining day by day and has reached the end of the dynasty, there are still three kilograms of iron in the ruined ship. There are many dragons and snakes lurking in the first good place.
Su Che used Xuan Gong to sacrifice the Dharma basket in the air, and the green energy swirled around him and transformed into clouds. Zhou Jue Yin Tian's secret method should be based on Xuanyin's Dharma lineage. Under the Dharma basket, if it is placed two or three miles away, there will naturally be the appearance of hundreds of ghosts walking at night.
There is a ghost girl in red who smiles beautifully and wants to get married. There are ferocious yakshas that move swiftly through the air, devouring essences, and mandrills that laugh strangely and mock those who pass by.
There is an old man selling melons, which look like human heads and have different expressions. There are bull-headed evil spirits pulling blood carts, and there are children crying and crying in other carts, with a voice like an old woman... All of these are not true evil spirits walking here, but the visions caused by Su Che's practice. .
However, to ordinary people, this kind of vision only flashes in front of the eyes for a moment, as if it is an illusion in a moment of trance. However, if you look carefully, the more you look at it, the more real it becomes. You will be in a trance, your hair will stand on your head, and your blood will flow. Condensation, the teeth in the mouth are like pounding garlic.
In the censor's platform, there is naturally the censor Xingyou who is responsible for observing the sky. One of the censors on duty is thin and has two heads growing out of his neck. One head has a face full of joy, but the other head has its eyes sewn shut and cut. Both ears were removed, and both upper and lower lips were cut off, revealing a set of gray rotten teeth.
I saw him looking up at the northeastern sky, counting with his fingers.
"The Northeast belongs to Gen, which is the birth gate. It takes the form of mountains, which are quiet and long. How could there be such a demonic cloud?" As soon as he finished speaking, Xingyou Yushi, who was also on duty next to him, took over.
"With the City God in charge inside and outside Jiankang City, how can any blind evil spirit dare to come here?"
"Since evil spirits don't dare to come, and those who come are naturally not good, why don't we go over for a walk?"
"When a country is about to perish, there must be monsters. This beam is really in ruins," several people opened their mouths and chatted for a long time. They really turned the topic around and began to sneer and ridicule.
"Everyone, everyone, be careful what you say, we are asking them to keep an eye on us."
"What are you afraid of? At worst, if you take off this official robe and stop serving, won't you and I be free enough on the East China Sea?"
"People say that Si Chen, the hen, is the sign of the subjugation of the country. I don't know what kind of chicken Si Chen has now."
"It's not a hen, but it probably doesn't count as a rooster either."
"Alas...Old Wei should be counted."
"Now that Tiqi is in charge, it's up to them to take care of it. Let's not take care of these other things." In a flurry of chatter, several Xingyou censors decided on the appropriate words, pulled up the Guantian Book next to them, and wrote in a few strokes.
On a certain day of a certain year and a certain time, there was a strange movement of demonic clouds in the northeast of Jiankang. It seemed that hundreds of ghosts were hiding. In order to protect the palace and city, various officials had moved Wenti cavalry to deal with this.
A document flew away, and several Xingyou censors began to talk about what Ji Sichen was talking about now.
There is no need for them to talk nonsense, Tiqi has already issued the order. Leave it alone. Nowadays, although there is no blind Tiqi around Su Sangong to be a ghost in hanging boots.
But how could Tiqi not care about this young master? Since Marquis Changxin has Yaxing practicing Taoism there, let him practice it. What will it really do to hinder him, scare the passers-by, and cause waves.
Let's just talk to Mr. Su about it. There are still many rebels in the city, so where can we find the free time to mess around with our own people?
A few curious people glanced at the cat, while the other rough people were doing their own things. You don’t know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are when you’re not a leader. Now that we, Tiqi, are finally in charge of the world, we still have to focus on our work.
For example, there are the most rebels in the Yushitai. Outside Jiankangtaicheng, inside the camp, the sergeants shouted and drilled, the murderous aura in the sky condensed into sad clouds, armored horses and spears went back and forth, and flags covered the clouds and sun.
Wei Huaiwen was wearing a green shirt and was sitting quietly in the big tent. The papers on the desk were piled up like a hill. Wei Shuai was holding a wolf brush in his hand, and the tip of his pen was covered with ink while he was reviewing. Suddenly, there was a sound from outside, "Soldiers" A yellow silk envelope was delivered from outside.
Wei Huaiwen was very strict in managing the army. There were special officers in the shogunate to deal with military information, and all kinds of military information were dealt with in different colors according to the degree of urgency.
The lightest layer is made of green silk. This kind of military information usually does not reach the hands of Wei Shuai. It is handled by the staff generals below and the counselors in the shogunate.
For more urgent military information, use yellow silk, and the senior officials in Wei Shuai's shogunate will handle it according to the situation. If necessary, Wei Shuai should also be notified.
The next layer is made of red silk. The red silk is important military information and must be sent to Wei Shuai's desk for approval. The most urgent military situation is Zijuan, so Wei Shuai must be notified as soon as possible.
The yellow silk envelope in front of me was obviously a dispensable military message, but the staff below thought it was necessary to pass it on to Wei Huaiwen.
This instead aroused Wei Huaiwen's interest. As various systems of the shogunate have matured, he has not seen such yellow silk for a long time. However, according to past practice, this is usually an extremely interesting thing. The subordinates below specially selected this Wei Shuai who likes to fight. A smile.
As his desk was busy, Wei Huaiwen took it directly to take a look, just for fun. When he unfolded it, he frowned slightly.
It seems that it is more appropriate to place such things in the yellow silk. After all, it is too common for any boy to practice evil skills or do bad things.
As for how the Yushitai is doing and how Tiqi is doing, the two of them must pay more attention to the current situation.
However, thoughts flashed, and Wei Huaiwen probably guessed something, but his lips moved.
"Fucking noisy." Wei Shuai thought for a moment and put the yellow silk envelope into his sleeve. When he saw the man surnamed Su tomorrow, he happened to look at the old man and see what kind of good boy he had raised.
However, Wei Huaiwen seemed to remember something again and unfolded the yellow silk and looked at it again. He took a piece of bamboo slip from the side and wrote a line of words with a wolf-brush pen. With a flick of his hand, the bamboo slip flew down.
Those in the Military Intelligence Department of the shogunate have slacked off in the past few years and cannot see many overtones. When his thoughts turned to this point, Wei Huaiwen took out the yellow silk envelope from his sleeve and read it again.
"It's so fucking noisy." Wei Shuai added a real character to someone named Su and started working on his desk again.
The bamboo slips flew out and were turned in the hands of several military officials one after another, and the entire shogunate system began to operate in an orderly manner.
The scouts came out of the camp one after another, and the generals restrained the training soldiers. After a short period of repair, this elite division returned to the rhythm of preparing for war.
At this time, in a painting boat on the Qinhuai River, incense charcoal was burned in the auspicious beast stove, and the sword's edge was hidden in the smell of powder. Mrs. There was money at the table, and opposite her was a woman with heavy makeup.
The woman had smooth eyebrows and a hint of blush on her face. She looked at Mrs. Xie carefully and said.
"It's been a long time since I've seen my sister. How could she be so careless and fall into our trap?" Mrs. Xie didn't say anything, just looked up at the sky.
A group of demonic clouds are flying in the sky.
