Chapter 744 Sacrifice
The Sword Master hugged Long Yuan and leaned against the pillar, looking at Zheng Fan who was sitting in front of him.
This is not the first time that Juggernaut saw Zheng Fan painting, using charcoal to draw clear lines;
It was at Xueguan, where Zheng Houye sat on a whim. An orange tree was painted in the yard. After the painting was completed, the sword master was asked to comment on it.
Gou Moli was so impressed by this painting that he moved it up in bundles with flattering words;
The sword master said at that time that the charm was missing.
The sword master at that time was still a little noble.
It’s just that Mr. Zheng didn’t have any professional mysophobia in his life, so he asked directly:
“Which painting do you want your descendants to keep?”
< br>The sword master hesitated for a moment and pointed at the orange tree.
No one wants their descendants to have a more abstract impression of their ancestors in their minds when they recall their ancestors, or they would prefer their own faces to be more realistic.
At this time,
what Zheng Fan drew on the drawing board
was a mighty ice layer;
in the corners of the picture, kneeling figures A group of savages are worshiping;
In the center of the picture, under the ice, there is a shadow of a person.
The whole painting gives people an extremely depressing feeling.
Zheng Fan put down the charcoal in his hand. This was a picture he made up based on some information he had obtained before and the information he got from the little monk Fan the day before yesterday;
In terms of details, it is definitely The big question is, what does the person under the ice look like? Is he naked or wearing clothes or armor?
Are there any weapons around you?
Hair, what color is it?
The face of a savage or the face of a Xia man?
These are unknown.
After the little monk Liao Fan finished speaking the day before yesterday, he fell asleep. When he woke up, he just drank some porridge, then sat beside the bed in a daze, and then continued to fall asleep.
Zheng Fan did not ask him for details. The young monk's mental state was very bad and he had to wait until the blind man arrived to get him the plan.
But one thing is certain,
the prophecy,
is true.
Hu Bamei's prophecy seems to have mentioned the ice layer, the awakening, and the coming of the devil;
At this point, what Liao Fan and his master saw, we got Confirm.
Moreover, this thing has opened its eyes, which means that he is alive. In other words, it means that he has... arrived.
What does little monk Fan mean when he says it split?
The ice cracked, did he do it, or was it due to other reasons?
Can he leave the ice now and move freely?
The number "seven" is included in Hu Bamei's prophecy. So, is he a person? Some other people were also staying under the ice. Did he come up first?
"You have been staring at this painting for a long time." The sword master said.
Zheng Fan nodded, stretched, and said:
"This painting is very important to me."
"I can see it."< br>
“Old Yu, do you think there are real second-grade and so-called first-grade products in this world?”
"Are you an official?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I don't know, but since there is a second grade, a first grade is not impossible, but it's too It’s difficult, it’s rare, you can’t even see the road. Why do you think the person in this painting is of that level?”
“I wouldn’t mind trying to figure it out to the greatest extent.”
“What then?”
"Find it out first, and then determine the location."
"Many emperors in ancient times had similar thoughts to yours now. Any threats that would threaten their imperial power, even if they were only possible threats in the future, would be dealt with in advance. Start to strangle it.”
“Yes.”
“That’s so boring?” Sheng shook his head, "If it were me, I wish my opponent was strong enough. No, I wish I could meet an opponent like Tian Wujing every now and then."
"You will feel that this kind of life It’s fulfilling, but I really don’t like it. I like drinking tea in the afternoon and listening to the women at home singing.”
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand, touched the picture gently,
said:
“Fortunately, he is in the snowfield.”
The snowfield is adjacent to my sphere of influence.
The Juggernaut nodded.
At this time, the county magistrate came in and announced: "Master Marquis, the prefect is here."
"Please."
"Let me collect the paintings for you first." The sword master stepped forward and said .
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
...
"Oh, brother Zheng, what's the matter? I heard that you encountered trouble in Shangchuan County?"
Xu Wenzu is still so fat. When he was busy with military affairs and government affairs, he was He becomes bloated and bloated, but when everything goes smoothly, he has an open mind and a fat body.
"Well, something happened to one of the subordinates in the mansion. He was injured here and lived among the people. He was actually sold into a red tent and became a husband."
Master Zheng sighed as he spoke.
He mobilized nearby garrison troops in Shangchuan County. It was impossible to hide such a big movement from others, so it was better to say it openly.
The dignified Marquis Pingxi, something like this happened to someone in the mansion. Isn’t it normal for the Marquis to get angry and dispatch troops to avenge himself?
As for being played by a domineering person, for the current Ping Xihou, this thing is not even as good as scratching an itch.
Of course, if anyone dares to take part in a play with bad intentions, he will definitely be punished in the court first. The reason is very simple. The Marquis of Pingxi does have that bad intention. strength.
"How are you doing?" Xu Wenzu asked.
"My brain hasn't been cultivated yet."
"I'm talking about people." Xu Wenzu raised his butt and winked.
“I haven’t had time to pick up the guests yet.”
This may be the greatest blessing among misfortunes.
"That's good, that's good."
"I said, brother, your focus is quite strange."
"Hey, I haven't told you about this. I have only heard of Jin Feng Piao Yi before, and I thought it didn't matter. I want to Your brother and I are also a dignified young man, and I grew up near the desert;
But who would have known that after entering Yingdu, every time I went to a banquet, there would be such dignified guests at the banquet...
Brother, I am embarrassed to refuse. ?”
“Thank you.”
Zheng Fan actually sympathized with Xu Wenzu, because Xu Wenzu's figure and appearance were like the human form of a pig with a hyena. He was tired of eating ginseng fruits, so he liked to play new tricks.
Of course, this is misunderstood.
Furthermore, the big families in Jin regard masculinity as "elegant things", that is, gifts more valuable than gold and silver, and concubines;
In Jin, families have a good foundation and raise A singer and dancer is nothing. She has to raise an elegant man, which is called a card;
Expensive gifts should be given to the most important people.
"Straight bitch, brother, do you know what is the most irritating thing?"
"What is it?"
"Hey, brother, I have opened my eyes for the first time. In this world, There is really a man who is more beautiful than a woman, and he is young and old!"
"Oh."
Zheng Houye looked at Xu Wenzu and blinked.
"Brother, I've never touched him."
"Okay."
"But sometimes, I'm scared just thinking about it. I've been teased for a long time, and I really feel a little bit in my heart. Eager to try.”
“Haha.”
Zheng Houye nodded.
The two of them don't feel nervous anymore.
Because Xu Wenzu has been considered half of the Sixth Master Party for a long time, and now that Ji Chengjue is the emperor, there is no need to worry about his official career.
After a few more years of working as a high official in Xinjiang, if you still want to continue, then continue. If you want to change positions, then return to Yanjing. This is at least the position of a minister left to him.
So, during this meeting, we had a lot of leisurely time to talk about romance.
“By the way, Brother Zheng, the garrison general of Yupan City, you name someone and I will install him.”
"I understand. I will make arrangements after I return. In addition, the prefect must also be mine."
Xu Wenzu squinted his eyes, smiled, and said: "Look what you said, brother, what do I have? "Reluctant to part with it?"
"Brother, it's not that I'm greedy, or that I want to enclose Jindong as my own backyard, but Your Majesty and I have already discussed it. After two years of cultivation and recuperation, we are about to take action.
The soldiers and horses under my command and the leaders of the various armies must be reorganized and resettled. The fence is tight and cannot be unfolded."
"Okay, I understand, I understand."
"Have you eaten?" Zheng Fan asked.
"No, I asked the county magistrate to prepare."
"Okay, let's eat together."
"This is not nonsense."
This meal was accompanied by the county magistrate, who kept pouring wine and talking with them. Zheng Fan and Xu Wenzu ate quite comfortably.
After the meal, before tea was served, Xu Wenzu smiled and said that since there was nothing wrong, he would go back first. This also showed that Zheng Fan seemed to have something on his mind.
Zheng Fan sent Xu Wenzu out of the county office.
If nothing unexpected happens, the two will be the best partnership in the next few years.
After returning, Zheng Fan went to see the little monk Fan again.
I heard from the maid that he had just eaten and now fell asleep again. The doctor also prescribed medicine for him to take care of his health.
Zheng Fan didn't go in to disturb him anymore. When he walked to his house, he passed by the garden and saw a pretty woman walking towards him carrying cakes.
"Master Hou, this is a specialty of my Shangchuan County, candied brown sugar cake. It is made in a unique way and cannot be eaten anywhere else. Would you like to try it?"
As he said this, he actually reached out his hand. He picked up a piece and brought it to Zheng Fan's mouth.
“Alas.”
Zheng Houye sighed, this should be the concubine of the county magistrate.
"I am not in such a mood. Go back and tell your master that you have done my job well, and I will accept his kindness."
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
Zheng Fan walked out of the garden and saw Juggernaut sitting on the steps basking in the afternoon sun. The Juggernaut had a smile on his lips.
"What are you laughing at?"
The Sword Master shook his head and said: "It turns out that as long as you become an official, regardless of the Yan people and the Jin people, they are all the same."
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"You just know?"
"When will we return?" the sword master asked.
Because of little monk Fan’s matter, we were delayed for a few more days.
“I’m thinking that Liao Fan’s physical condition is not very good and he can’t bear the fatigue of traveling, so I’ll stay here for now. Tomorrow, you and I will go back to Fengxin City.”
“Then What’s going on here?”
"Let the blind man do the cooking."
"Okay." The sword master agreed.
Since Siniang had already left for Shengle to investigate the human traffickers, Zheng Fan slept alone after dinner.
This night, I didn’t sleep very well. I woke up less than two hours after sleeping.
Outside, the north wind was blowing. Zheng Fan was lying on the bed, staring at the window opposite the bed, lost in thought.
I lay on my side like this for a long time. Suddenly, someone came from outside to report:
"Master Hou, the young master is awake and wants to see you."
"I understand."
Zheng Fan did not delay, got up, dressed, and walked out of his bedroom.
When I came to the room where Fan was, I saw Fan lying on the ground, his hands and feet twitching constantly.
"Master Marquis, when he woke up at night, we prepared food for him. As soon as he took two bites, he asked where this place was, and then clamored to see you. Now, it has become like this..."
"Okay, you all stand back. No one is allowed to come near without my instructions."
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
The maids all retreated.
At this time, the sword master in white lining came over and stood by the door, squinting.
Liao Fan raised his head and looked at Zheng Fan. The pain on his face disappeared instantly and turned into a look of surprise.
He shouted:
"Master Hou, Hou "Master, Master Hou!"
"Are you awake?"
Zheng Fan moved forward.
Suddenly,
Liao Fan’s pupils flashed with a stern look, and he screamed:
“It’s you who caused my master and disciple so much misery. Yes!"
As he said that, Liao Fan suddenly pounced on Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan did not hesitate. After all, he was a fifth-level master. Even if the young monk suddenly went crazy, there was no way he could get close to him. After this kick, Liao Fan was directly kicked out and hit two buildings. He stopped after reaching the coffee table.
"vomit..."
Then, Liao Fan started to vomit violently again.
Only this time, there was an obvious black fishy and sticky substance in the vomited stuff.
Zheng Fan picked up the lit candle, covered his nose, walked forward, checked it, and stepped on it with the sole of his boot, and it made a "bah, bah, bah" sound.
"Old Yu, come here and take a look, what is this?"
"No, it stinks."
The Juggernaut refused very directly.
He was able to come out to accompany her at night because Zheng Fan promised to leave home at dawn.
Moreover, there is no one else around Zheng Fan now. He is worried about Lord Pingxi and is afraid of the dark.
Marquis Zheng was also able to let go. He picked up the chopsticks that had fallen on the ground next to him, picked up the black stuff, then turned around and brought it to the sword master.
The sword master held his breath and
looked at the black sticky substance caught in the chopsticks.
“Does it look like kelp?”
The sword master seemed to recognize this thing, looked at it carefully, and then said:
"It's black grass."
"Oh, it's such a vivid name."
It's dark like kelp, so it's called black grass.
“It is something that grows on the snowfield, but the herdsmen on the snowfield all know that they cannot eat it unless it is absolutely necessary. This thing is the same as Guanyin soil.
However, is this thing edible? It will bloat the stomach, but it can confuse people's minds. If animals eat it, it will be fine, but if people eat it, they will easily have brain problems. "
Zheng Fan pointed at the little monk Liao Fan who was kicked over by him,
"It means that the way his brain is now is because he ate too much black grass like before?"
"It should be due to this reason. It may be that the medicine prescribed by the doctor for two days, coupled with the kick you just gave, has some effect."
At this time,
< br>Little monk Liaofan climbed up and sat up,
He once again looked at Zheng Fan and the Sword Master standing at the door with some confusion.
Then,
he stretched out his hand and pointed at Zheng Fan,
weakly shouted;
“Master Hou...go and save him quickly” My master...go and save my master..."
Marquis Zheng asked with some surprise:
"Your master, is still alive?"
"..." said little monk Fan.
A breath of depression condensed in the young monk's throat and failed to come up. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted.
The sword master took action, and his figure came to Fan's side in an instant. His fingertips touched Fan's chest and made an upward stroke.
"Huh..."
Liao Fan suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and then began to pant again.
Finally,
his eyes fell on Lord Zheng standing in front of him.
"Master Hou, Master stayed there in order to save me. I ran out and came to find Master Hou, to find Master Hou, to save my master, to save my master."
"Tell me carefully, did you, master and apprentice, discover anything in the Far North?"
"Mr. Marquis, you asked us to find that thing, no, that person, we found it, he It's alive, it's alive."
"Speak slowly, what is that person like?"
"It's like..."
Master Zheng gritted his teeth,
Said: "Are you naked?"
"No, wearing armor, wearing armor, black armor, with a knife in his hand, eyes, so scary, so scary..."
"Did he leave your master behind?"
"No, he didn't move, the ice cracked on its own, and then...then..."
Little monk Liao Fan covered his head,
"My mind is so messed up, so messed up..."
"Don't worry, think about it slowly..."
"Master and I finally climbed out, and then... Some people ask us, ask us why we are here, why we are here... No, this seems to be I asked before, before I fell and crawled out,
No, no, someone asked me before my master and I touched the ice..."
Obviously, Liao Fan's memory has not been completely restored, and there are contradictions in the time points during the narration.
"Woman...there is a woman."
Liao Fan suddenly looked at Zheng Fan with determination.
“What kind of woman?” Zheng Fan asked immediately.
"Master said that she is very beautiful, yes, Master said that."
"Then what?"
"The woman asked the master, asked the master why our master and disciples are here, who sent us here, yes, she asked, she asked."
"How did your master answer?" Zheng Fan could only slowly follow his train of thought and ask.
"Master said that he is a guest of Lord Pingxi. If you follow him, you can live a good life in the temple in the future."
"..." Zheng Fan.
“Haha.” The sword master couldn’t help laughing.
"Then what?" Zheng Fan could only continue to ask.
"Then...then master, woman, woman, master, and then..."
Monk Liaofan started holding his head again,
"Then, his eyes opened It opened, the ice cracked, Master and I, crawling, crawling..."
As the little monk Liaofan talked, he fell asleep. This is not unlucky, but Exhausted.
Although I have either been eating or sleeping these past two days, in fact, there has been a fierce collision in my mind, and the mental consumption is the most torturous.
“I understand a little better.” Zheng Fan said.
“Can you understand this?” The sword master was a little curious.
Zheng Fan nodded,
said:
"The master and the apprentice did not find the person under the ice by themselves,
but,
were caught and sent to the ice, and treated as...
Sacrifice." (End of this chapter)