"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
"Uh, young master, don't blame Qing Shisan for talking too much. May I ask if this 'building a dungeon' is the master's order or your idea?"
At this time, Zhizhi and several other people, with haggard expressions and hidden sadness, walked through the courtyard corridor and towards the east chamber, as if they wanted to pay their respects to the young master. Zheng Xiu quickly covered Qing Shisan's big mouth: "It was my father's idea! He has wanted to do this for a long time!"
Qing Shisan's eyes drifted to the corridor, looking at Yingying Yanyan, his heart brightened, and he suddenly understood, but he took a breath of smoke and frowned: "It's wonderful! But I'm afraid I can't hide it!" "
"Just talk about building a wine cellar. Is it a cellar or a dungeon? God knows and the earth knows that you know and my father knows. Who else dares to talk nonsense?"
"Young Master is brilliant!"
Qing Shisan cupped his hands, smiled brightly, and blinked at the young master desperately to signal, thinking that the silent master was so good at this, and kept saying what he said was reasonable.
As expected of the Zheng family, he speaks eloquently.
After giving the instructions, Zheng Xiu hurriedly left the house, got on the Zheng Express and went straight to the designated post station in Fengbei.
This inn is a serious inn.
It is dedicated to Ye Weiyang's department and is equipped with fine horses.
Zheng Xiu got off the bus and ordered Zheng's coachman to ask for money on the 13th day of Zheng Jiaqing's reign, and then walked towards the inn.
Three people were already waiting at the door of the inn.
Feng Bei was as usual, wearing black clothes with moon patterns and his hair tied behind his head. He stood there without saying a word and remained motionless.
Like a lonely pine tree.
The other two chatted in low voices.
They are Fengbei, Yueyan, and Douxie.
Yueyan and Douxie both carried black boxes with fat cats inside, looking professional.
Zheng Xiu didn't recognize the young man who was looking around like a dog, and he looked a bit unbeatable. When he saw the other person clearly, Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt outrageous.
"Isn't this Xi'er, the chief dressmaker of my Zheng family cloth shop?"
While Zheng Xiu was thinking that this was outrageous from afar, Dou Xie and Yue Yan also noticed the handsome young man walking towards them.
Yue Yan looked at it with a strange look on her face and looked at Feng Bei who was silent: "Master Shang Xian San, is this what you are talking about...the son of an old friend?"
Feng Bei nodded.
Yue Yan asked again: "Yue Yan boldly asked, is your old friend... surnamed Zheng?"
Feng Bei still nodded and acquiesced.
Yue Yan secretly sighed, he looked so much like his father.
Feng Bei didn't elaborate on the details of the recognition process, but Yue Yan was sure that he was Zheng Xiu's baby just by looking at him.
Soon Zheng Xiu came to the three of them, bowed his head and said obediently: "Two beautiful sisters, this little brother, I am Zheng E, are you ready to go?"
Feng Bei seemed to have greeted him in advance. Yue Yan was not too surprised now, but she was just wondering why Feng Bei was so involved with Zheng Xiu.
He even brought his baby with him.
"Call me brother!" Dou Xie stepped forward dissatisfied and patted Zheng Xiu on the shoulder.
Zheng Xiu glanced at Douxie.
His rich experience and professional habits told him that he seemed to have an excellent wool standing in front of him.
…
"Woo hoo hoo, why do you want me, the dignified Xingxu Douxie, to be the driver?"
Half an hour later.
A rather exquisite carriage was driving on the official road, heading east.
The driver was Dou Xie.
Fengbei did not intend to take the driver with him on this trip.
Originally Dou Xie still had some opinions.
But as soon as Feng Bei got close to the horse, the horse neighed and screamed, as if it had seen a ghost;
That month Yan said with a smile that she accidentally made an extra small men's fine shroud last night;
When Master Zheng said it was natural that he had never held a horse rope since he was a child.
So Dou Xie could only curse and be willing to be a coachman.
Feng Bei was alone, sitting on the roof of the carriage, staring into the distance.
Two ravens flew out of the imperial city, one to the left and one to the right, following the carriage.
When Ye Weiyang Xingxu went out to handle a case, the soul-chasing lantern and raven were standard equipment.
"Come, young master, let's talk about it."
inside the carriage.
Yueyan leaned a little closer and smiled sweetly: "Yueyan has been in the night for three years. All she has heard are the frightening rumors of Master Shangxian San. This is the first time I heard that Master Shangxian San personally brought new people. What kind of path did you get a glimpse of? , how can it impress Master Shangxian San?"
Yue Yan took the initiative to chat.
Seeing how close she was, Zheng Xiu moved a few steps away.
No matter how much he looks like a human, he is not a human after all. Zheng Xiu was worried that these thaumaturges would see clues.
But obviously Yue Yan didn't seem to regard him as an outsider.
"Since Mr. Shang Xian San will personally guide you, it can be said that it is certain that you will become Xingxu in the future. From now on, you will be one of our own, so why can't we say it?"
"I'm...not a thaumaturge."
Zheng Xiu answered honestly.
"No?" Yue Yan frowned: "How is that possible? Then why did Feng Bei take you to Xiangu Temple?"
"Someone in the Zheng family fell under the spell of a miraculous magic. Sister Fengbei descended to earth like a fairy and a Bodhisattva lowered her eyebrows. Her heart was filled with truth and kindness, and she was full of gold and jade, so she acted righteously."
Zheng Xiu's words were loud and childlike.
On the roof of the car, Feng Bei’s lips curled up.
Although he couldn't see Feng Bei's expression, Zheng Xiu was sure that Feng Bei must have heard it in his heart. She had done this before, and Lao Zheng was familiar with it.
Yue Yanrun opened her mouth slightly, closed it after a while, and said: "That seems to violate Ye Weiyang's rules. Ye Weiyang has iron rules, and innocent people are not allowed to be implicated when investigating cases."
Feng Bei heard the conversation between the two on the roof of the car, knocked on the roof of the car, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, as long as he is safe, it is not involved."
"Look." Zheng Xiu pointed to the top: "This is called having a confident mind, and it's called a pattern."
Yue Yan was speechless for a moment.
Originally, Yue Yan wanted to chat about some insider knowledge, but when she heard that Zheng Xiu was not a magician, she suddenly felt that it was boring, or she didn't dare to say anything, and she was speechless all the way.
Two hours later.
There is still more than half way to the Xiangu Temple. There are tea stalls on the official road, and there are three or two wanderers resting in the tea stalls.
A group of four people rested here.
Even though they don't need a break, the horse does.
After eating some coarse grains, Feng Bei and Yue Yan said they would go into the forest to pick some wild fruits to satisfy their hunger on the way, so they ducked into the forest.
The carriage stopped under the shade of a tree not far away. Taking advantage of his free time, Dou Xie took out his pen and ink and copied scriptures.
Zheng Xiu was curious and took a closer look. The book was called "Lan Xin Ruo Meng". Zheng Xiu vaguely remembers what the book said: the male and female protagonists are well matched, the female protagonist is independent and self-reliant, and is dissatisfied with her marriage. The second male protagonist takes the opportunity to intervene midway, forming a sadomasochistic love triangle. The female protagonist repeatedly jumps across the border, and the second male protagonist dies of a serious illness. The protagonist marries the male protagonist with a heart full of sorrow and an unborn child. The male protagonist is happy to give birth to the mother and child, and good things come in pairs.
The final song is about the heroine’s deep love and the hero’s tolerance, which makes me deeply moved.
Zheng Xiu asked Dou Xie why he copied this thing, and by the way, he kindly reminded children not to look at these things.
Dou Xie, however, had his nose turned upward and his arrogance in his brows could not be concealed. He snorted coldly: "I am not a member of the family, so I don't ask about the affairs of the family! Don't ask too much, or you will get into trouble."
The implication is that this is an internal matter within our circle of thaumaturges. Why does it matter if you, a mere rich man and young master, interfere in it?
Zheng Xiu nodded.
That being the case.
Master Zheng silently touched his forehead, and the dice appeared.
The young man still lowered his head and copied the pretentious novel without paying attention.
The raven's flight path in the sky is as usual.
The black cat in the black box snores and takes a nap.
No response.
Zheng Xiu was even more certain that it seemed that only when he and the avatar were united could they be complete, similar to how the human soul merged into one, triggering the alarm of a raven or a soul-chasing lamp.
Then, don't blame me.
【provocative】!
The classic routine of collecting the treasure king back then has returned to the world after 20 years.
"Your handwriting is so ugly!"
Zheng Xiu's words instantly aroused Dou Xie's anger. Dou Xie dropped the pen and paper, with a ferocious face, and roared towards Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu punched with only 20% of his strength.
Dou Xie picked it up with his face.
Boom!
As if being hit by a car, the Dou Xie flew several meters away with a splash, and its nose was bleeding.
[You combine your waist and horse to hit the opponent with a straight punch, and your boxing skills have gained a little experience. 】
[Your physical strength has received extremely little training. 】
[You provoked someone and successfully aroused the other person's anger. Your 'provocation' has gained a little experience. 】
Dou Xie was punched in the face, and golden flowers appeared in front of his eyes.
After finally regaining his breath, Douxie people were stunned.
"He's ten years old?"
Dou Xie doesn't believe it.
He was sure that this guy was lying about his age!
Mr. Zheng was amused when he saw the other party taking such initiative, so he threw another [Provocation] in cooperation.
Dou Xie charged again, clenching his fists.
Halfway through, he felt inexplicably very angry, very angry, he didn't know why, he was just angry.
Boom, boom, boom.
After being beaten away by the ten-year-old boy more than ten times in a row, Dou Xie's anger was completely ignited when he saw Master Zheng's half-smiling expression, and he took out a book with his backhand.
bass!
In an instant, Dou Xie's whole body erupted with terrifying wind pressure, his hair flying, and he moved automatically without wind. This momentum looked very scary.
"Hmph! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know how to write the word 'death'. Let me teach you today! What is 'conveying the Tao in writing'!"
Dou Xie opened his handwritten book and shouted angrily at Zheng Xiu:
"The evil obstacle! Bind! Hands! Just! Capture!"
In fact, Zheng Xiu had been paying attention to Dou Xie's actions. At first, they were fighting with fists and feet, but Zheng Xiu didn't take it seriously. When Dou Xie pulled out the textbook, Zheng Xiu vaguely knew that the other party was going to perform thaumaturgy.
While Feng Bei and Yue Yan were walking through the woods, Zheng Xiu was also curious about how the thaumaturge performed the magic from the front.
【You are opportunistic! 】
【thirty! 】
【You are extremely focused! 】
I didn't expect to throw out a big success of [Inspiration] at this time.
【Turn on spiritual vision! 】
After turning on his spiritual vision, the scenery in front of Zheng Xiu changed again.
I saw a circle of cyan light surrounding Dou Xie.
Four big characters that looked like real things: [Bound], [Shou], [Jiu], and [Capture], burst out from Dou Xie's mouth, and in a blink of an eye, they twisted and transformed into chains, attacking Zheng Xiu from different directions.
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he saw the four big characters turning into chains.
The gesture of Dou Xie holding the manuscript and opening his mouth to spit out words suddenly reminded Zheng Xiu of three words: keyboard warrior.
