At night.
The imperial city flourished with singing and dancing.
Every family enjoys a reunion dinner, with the high hall in the hall and children and grandchildren around their knees, enjoying themselves happily.
Deep palace, imperial study room.
Wei Yangzun stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the four words "Benevolence Rules the World" on the wall, motionless, as if deep in thought.
I don’t know how long it will take.
Wei Yangzun opened the calligraphy treasure "Benevolence Rules the World" and pressed the hidden grid on the wall.
The wall on the side rotated, revealing a secret door behind it.
Wei Yangzun walked down the stairs step by step.
The spiral staircase goes all the way down, no matter how deep or how far.
The oil lamps on both sides were lit, and the flickering light and shadow reflected Wei Yangzun's face into two temperaments.
One side is majestic and benevolent, while the other side is cold and cruel.
"Zhongliehou, Zhongliehou, if you hold a high position in the imperial court or play an important role in the Shenwu Army, I will have to kill you."
"But, you happen to be just a wealthy businessman."
"To touch you will cause turmoil in the world, is not in line with public opinion, and will not be in line with the way of a 'benevolent emperor'!"
"Hehehe..."
A strange laugh came from Wei Yangzun's mouth.
In the change of light and shadow, the cold and violent half of the face disappeared, just like an illusion.
What no one knows is that under the thousand-level ladder, there is a hollow structure that contains the universe.
Stepping out of the spiral staircase, the smell of blood and rancidity hit your face.
Here is an empty underground palace, with coiled dragon pillars as thick as five people holding each other's arms erected as the support of the underground palace.
It is said to be a palace, but in fact this underground space seems very empty. Around the prototype hell, there are some cages hanging in the air by chains. The cages are completely black and the material is unknown. The color of dark dried blood can be faintly seen. With the dim firelight, the The impression of the palm shape.
Countless cages were hanging in the air, and someone's weak moans could be vaguely heard.
Each raven stood on the cage. When the emperor stepped into the place, the raven's eyes opened at the same time, as if red stars lit up, densely packed and covering the dome.
A simple narrow bridge went straight forward, spanning a spacious pool.
The pool was filled with corpses, some of which had long since rotted, and some of which had just died and looked hideous.
That pool is a tomb of the dead!
Along the only bridge, the Emperor calmly crossed the Tomb of the Dead and came to the center of a square platform in the center of the entire underground palace.
The center of the platform was empty.
No.
The emperor came here and stared at the nothingness in front of him.
In the center of the platform, a palm-sized gray "mirror" floats in the air.
The "mirror" was smooth. What was strange was that when the emperor stood in front of the "mirror", there was no reflection. Instead, the phantoms of a few red flowers floated by from time to time.
If Zheng Xiu or Feng Bei were here, they would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this gray "object" that is as smooth as a "mirror" and suspended without roots is exactly the same as the entrance to "Eternal Darkness".
The emperor's hollow voice echoed in the underground palace.
"Who in the whole world can be the 'Emperor' except me?"
"If it is difficult to find an 'Emperor' here, there is only one possibility."
"The 'Emperor' is left on the 'other side'!"
"It must be so!"
Wei Yangzun carefully stretched out his fingers toward "Chang An", and his palms actually trembled a bit. When he was about to touch Chang An, Wei Yangzun suddenly woke up and took a few steps back, looking at the hand he couldn't help but stretch out towards Chang An with lingering fear.
In the end, Wei Yangzun stared at the "entrance".
Majesty, kindness, coldness, and cruelty, all of these disappeared from his face.
There was only one complex emotion left in Wei Yangzun's eyes.
Pure desire.
…
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Zheng Zhai.
Watch the New Year's Eve, full of joy.
Before the meal started, Zheng Xiu received a reply from the three princes, saying that they were grateful for the invitation from Marquis Zhonglie, but because he was busy with important matters, it was okay not to eat the meal.
Their reply probably means something like this.
"such a pity."
Zheng Xiu knew it was a pity at that time. He originally wanted to arrange for the three princes to sit at the same table with Feng Bei and let Feng Bei put some pressure on them.
As expected, the three princes did not dare to come.
Before the meal, Zheng Xiu saw Feng Bei sitting at a table alone. Thinking of Feng Bei's past, he felt a little heartbroken for no reason, so he took the initiative to transform into a naughty young man and sit next to Feng Bei.
Feng Bei picks up food for the boy.
Zheng Xiu didn't know that he had accidentally taken away Feng Bei's "first time" and was about to swallow the braised pork in the bowl.
"Master! Master! There is someone outside asking to see you!"
Zheng Xiu silently put down the bowl.
Except for Zheng Erniang, who knew it well, everyone looked towards the pit. Pingping immediately raised her hand and said that she would go find the master and play the piano outside to cheer up the scene and make the master hurry up. When Zheng Erniang saw Zheng Xiu winking at her desperately, she couldn't laugh or cry. She could only show her dignity as a sister, suppress the family members who were about to move, and asked who came to see the master.
"It's a young man who said that the master owes him money for selling knives and he came here to ask for it tonight."
When Chef He heard this, he immediately held the bone-cutting knife that he used very smoothly on his waist: "I almost forgot about this!"
It turns out that this is what happened. Zheng Erniang asked someone to withdraw the money and return it.
But as soon as the family sat down, the girl who sent the money came back again: "Er Niang, Er Niang, the man said no. He said it was Mr. Zheng who owed the money, and he had to make Mr. Zheng repay the money with his own hands."
boom!
The Zheng family members were really wondering how there could be such a stubborn knife seller. At this time, there was a sound coming from the table, and everyone turned around to see the young master slapping the table with his face, looking shocked and angry.
"Ahem, I'm going to find my dad."
Zheng Xiu didn't explain, and hurried into the main room to change his number and go online.
Ever since Jiang Gaoyi inexplicably pried his wool into the [official] door, and he also picked up Feng Bei's wool to peek into the [painter] door, he vaguely speculated that there is indeed a shortcut to get into the door - that is to find a ready-made Experience pack to brush. Zheng Xiu regarded Feng Bei as an experience bag, the Zheng family also regarded Zheng Xiu as an experience bag, and Jiang Gaoyi regarded Zheng Xiu as an experience bag.
All of this is understandable, but how could a knife seller want to pick up Zheng's richest man's wool just by walking by?
no way!
After changing the number and going online, Zheng Xiu was in a hurry and blew Qing Shisan aside to whisper.
"What happened to that man?"
Qing Shisan was also astonished, and first told the story about the man selling knives in front of Xiangmanlou. Zheng Xiu checked the time carefully. This incident seemed to have happened in the previous episode.
"Credit knife person?"
Qing Shisan puffed out a smoke ring: "Legend has it that there is a profession of 'credit knife men'. But twenty years ago, the profession of credit knife men was long lost. To put it bluntly, there is nothing mysterious about what the credit knife men do. It's a business of 'selling divination', selling strategies and ideas, little cleverness, far from predicting the future. It's hard to say whether that person is really a 'credit knife dealer'."
Seeing Zheng Xiu's unwillingness, Qing Shisan knocked the ashes on the railing and said with a smile: "Even if it is a real person who borrows knives on credit, I don't have to worry. The person who borrows knives on credit seems to be a person who borrows knives on credit. It is also a kind of luck." ', commonly known as borrowing luck. Maybe if the master is not lucky this time when he is released from prison, it may be because he lent you some luck. Master, you paid back the money today, which is considered a return of luck, and the transaction is completed. Yes. Master, you have nothing to lose."
According to what Qing Shisan said, even if the "Credit Knife Man" really existed, he could only perform mystical tricks and predict good and bad luck, which was not a dangerous business.
After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu asked someone to invite him in without paying back the money. He would have a meal first.
It’s not clear who gets the wool.
The person who came was still the same young man, with a piece of black dog skin plaster on his face. His facial features were ordinary, making it difficult to make a special impression at a glance.
As the saying goes, you should never hit someone with a smiling face. When the young man was invited into Zheng's house, he looked at a loss when facing Zheng Xiu, as if it was his first time to experience such a lively scene.
He called himself "Sun Erming", and Lao He directly pulled him to sit at his table and repeatedly said that this knife was indeed good, not inferior to Zheng's skillful workmanship, and contained charm and so on.
When Lao He held back the knife-selling grandson, Zheng Xiu said a few opening words and ate a few mouthfuls. He looked back and saw that Feng Bei seemed to be getting up to look for him, but he was so frightened that he hurried back to the cell to change his cell.
After switching to the small Zheng E, the braised pork in Zheng Xiu's bowl cooled down a bit. Feng Bei silently took it away and replaced it with another hot piece. He said softly: "That piece is too cold to taste. Eat this piece."
Zheng Xiu didn't succeed the first time, but Feng Bei refused and gave it a second time.
Zheng Erniang watched helplessly as Zheng Xiu acted as "master" and "young master" for a while, with all the horses and horses coming out. She was dumbfounded and thought that what the master likes is really difficult for ordinary people to understand. In desperation, she could only sit at the table with Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei. Soon the four sharp-eyed Zhizhi also sat together, adding a lively atmosphere to Feng Bei's table.
(End of chapter)
