Chapter 345 Luoshan Jade, sending potato ghosts
In the bedroom with the door closed.
Zhao Duan sat at the round table, groping and observing the jade-white leaves in his hands.
The same as what was seen in the "dream", the leaves are not big and the veins are clearly distinguishable.
After careful observation, I found that it was not pure white, but "transparent", but inside the jade-textured leaves, there was a cloud-like thick white light slurry flowing slowly.
"bite!"
Zhao Duan flicked his fingers, and the leaves made a crisp and sweet sound, accompanied by ripples of light on the surface, which was extremely magical.
"Master Zhu Hu said that this thing can block the divine soul from being slashed... How did he get it into his body at that time?"
Zhao Duan muttered.
In my mind, I once again recalled the treasure house in the ruined temple on the barren mountain that I had witnessed when I read the memory.
"Is that Bewitching's treasure house? There should be a lot of treasures in it. Unfortunately, in my memory I only saw the general appearance of the temple and the surrounding mountains.
But based on these memory points alone, it is impossible to find the location of the treasure house. Otherwise it would be really profitable. "
Zhao Duan's eyes felt hot as he recalled the dazzling array of treasures in the demon's memory.
Shaking his head to calm his distracting thoughts, Zhao Duan tried to blow out the breath machine from his palm.
Then, the mysterious leaves actually began to "melt" and slowly seeped into the palm of my hand.
At the same time, in the mirror in the room, he also caught a glimpse of the illusory veins of white leaves between his eyebrows, fleetingly disappearing.
"Is it now inside your body?"
Zhao Duan could sense that the blade still existed in his body, and as long as he moved the Qi machine, he should be able to force it out.
"Huh, it seems that warriors can also use it." What he was most worried about was that this thing could only be effective if a warlock used "magic power" to activate it.
However, no matter how he played next, he found nothing further.
Suddenly, he had an idea:
"Since this thing can manifest itself in dreams, can it be given to the boss to give it to the master?"
Zhao Duan did not hesitate, immediately got up and went to the bed, sat cross-legged and meditated, trying to visualize the "Six Chapters Sutra".
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In a daze, he appeared again in the familiar sparse woods on the outskirts.
"Woo-"
The chilling wind blew my hair, and the dilapidated temple in front of me was clearly visible.
Zhao Duan was not in a hurry to enter the temple, but first raised his palm and tried to give the thought of 'embodiment'. After a slight delay, light pulp poured out of his palm and slowly condensed into the shape of a white jade leaf.
"Sure enough, it works!" Zhao Duan was delighted, and at the same time he felt more and more that this treasure was extraordinary.
Clenching his palms, Zhao Duan walked to the ruined temple in a familiar way, stepped on the cracked and broken steps, and pushed open the ajar door.
In the courtyard, the grass is still desolate. The collapsed incense burner in the corner of the courtyard and the spider webs under the eaves of the main hall seem to be frozen in time.
"You're here." On the eaves, Pei Niannu, who was wearing a crimson wedding dress and a dark gold mysterious mask covering his face, with a tasseled scale beside him, looked at him coldly: "Let's get started."
Zhao Duan saluted, then cleared his throat and began to tell today's story.
The sorceress's calves hanging under the eaves also swayed slightly with her shoes on.
He found that the person in the painting of the Six Chapters Sutra had no sense of time. In other words, even if Zhao Duan visualized it again after a month, Pei Niannu would not notice anything. .
This greatly eased his pain.
After Zhao Duan finished telling today's story, he cautiously said:
"Senior, this junior has a strange object. I would like to ask senior to take a look and see if he knows its origin."
He was not very sure. On the one hand, the wedding sorceress had a hot and cold temperament and was difficult to maintain.
Secondly, after all, the other party is an ancient person from six hundred years ago, and the treasure collected by Master Zhuo may not be six hundred years old...
"Bring it here... let me see..." Pei Niannu said.
Zhao Duan hurriedly picked up the jade leaf, but the latter actually escaped from his palm, slowly floated into the air, and was held by Pei Niannu in his hand.
At this moment, behind her visor, her originally lazy and cold gaze became a little sharper. She looked surprised, looked at Zhao Duan again, and said:
"Daluoshan Jade, stored in the sea of heart, can nourish the mind and protect the soul."
Perhaps because she is the "person in the painting", the sorceress does not speak fluently, but it is enough to express the key information.
Does this sorceress really know her stuff? Zhao Duan was overjoyed at first, then he caught the four words "Daluoshan Jade" and was stunned for a moment.
Daluo Mountain is the mountain peak where gods are rumored to live. It is also the "Xuandu" believed by sorcerers and does not exist in this world.
It is said that the trees on Daluo Mountain are all made of jade, with different colors, and they will shine brightly even at night.
This theory is too mysterious, almost like a myth, but in some special inaccessible places, there are indeed plants with jade texture growing.
Therefore, the so-called "Daluoshan Jade" in the world also refers to this category.
The sorceress’s words gave a clear message:
This thing is not a man-made town object at all, but a "natural treasure" grown in nature, which warms the soul and resists attacks from the soul... It is consistent with what Master Zhuohuo said.
Zhao Duan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. What he was most worried about was that this item belonged to the "Evil God" sect and there would be hidden dangers if left behind.
But since it is a treasure of heaven and earth, it doesn't matter.
He was about to say thank you when he listened to the sorceress playing with it for a moment and suddenly sighed: "The smoke locks the bottom of the lake and hides the mysterious turtle seal. This is the key."
Zhao Duan suddenly raised his head and saw the sorceress flicking her wrist and throwing the white jade leaves back, and the surrounding scenery faded and disappeared.
He seemed too lazy to talk to him anymore.
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in the room.
Zhao Duan suddenly woke up, the sorceress's last words still echoing in his mind.
He suddenly stood up and rummaged through the bookshelf. Last time he collected a large number of Emperor Taizu's notes, and one of them mentioned the "Black Turtle Seal".
Soon, Zhao Duan dug out the ancient book called "Yingchuan Miscellaneous Notes" and found that article.
Its general content is that in the past, Emperor Taizu tried to find a treasure called the "Black Turtle Seal", but could never find its hidden traces. When talking to a friend, he drunkenly slapped the table on the table and sighed:
As the old saying goes, treasures belong to those who are virtuous, but a virtuous person like me cannot get them, which shows that the ancients talked like farts.
"What does Pei Niannu mean? The Black Turtle Seal is hidden in Yansuo Lake? Is this blade the key to obtaining treasures?" Zhao Duan breathed rapidly.
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise.
He didn't think the sorceress was lying to him when she had nothing to do, and given the person's status back then, it wasn't surprising that she had such information.
As for Yansuo Lake... he happened to know that it was at the junction of Linfeng and Huai River, where the "Lake Pavilion" was located where the imperial court chose to open the market.
Zhao Duan put down the ancient book, clutched the Chanran leaves, and remembered Zhenbao's joke, asking him to go to Huting to participate in the opening of the market.
With a strange expression, he murmured: "Could this be God's will?"...
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On that day, news about the execution of the imperial master of Dayu and the uprooting of Kuang Fu She's rebel branch began to spread wildly in official circles.
All the officials in the court were at a loss as they had received an urgent notice the day before, asking them to be careful.
As a result, the danger was lifted only one day later. This surprised people and made them look down on the rebels.
In particular, Zhao Duan took up the helm of the capital, which caused a huge change in the attitude of the capital officials towards Kuang Fu She.
After all, three sub-rudder leaders died in a row in half a year, and now they are completely wiped out. What is released behind this is undoubtedly a positive signal.
The name Zhao Duan has once again become the center of the topic, but the focus of people's attention is not on his achievements, but...
"Have you heard? Mr. Zhao came out of His Majesty's palace during the morning court. It is said that his body was covered with scratches, his steps were weak, and his face was pale. When he came out of the palace, he was holding on to the palace wall. Come out."
"I also heard that His Majesty screamed incessantly in the middle of the night..."
"Is it your Majesty's?"
"How is it possible? Of course it was Mr. Zhao who called..."
So, during the banquet, a group of officials clinked glasses in a tacit understanding, keeping everything secret:
"It's great to be young..."
And somewhere no one knew, a prisoner quietly disappeared from the imperial prison, and the relevant records were sealed.
Wu Ling quietly escaped from the capital, contacted Kuangfu Society on the outskirts of the city using the emergency contact method he had, and then left in an emergency.
As for the disappearance of the young man in the Bafang Theater, the government said that he was killed by evil spirits who rebelled against the party.
The prisoner exchange plan planned by Zhao Duan also quietly began to be laid out, but in the eyes of most people, this was only an inside story known to only a few people.
For most common people, they had no idea what happened. Only Wu Ling's "death" briefly became a topic of conversation among the common people after dinner, and by the way, some noble ladies were saddened for a while.
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The temperature difference between day and night in Beijing is getting bigger and bigger.
There are also more and more people selling persimmons on the streets.
This morning, the Zhao family became very lively early in the morning.
Zhao Duan got up early and practiced martial arts as usual.
When he returned to the atrium, his body wet with sweat, he saw Zhao Pan'er in the yard, with his hands on his hips, loudly instructing his men to dismantle the tower.
Today is "Frost Descent". According to the custom of Dayu, every household will use tiles or earth clods to build a "tower" shape on the ground, and then use branches to light it inside, so that the flames will burn the tiles red-hot.
Then push it down, use the red tiles inside to cook the sweet potatoes, and eat them.
It's called "Potato Burger".
Then, these tiles have to be thrown into the village lanes and sent out of the house.
It's called "Sending Potato Ghost".
"Brother!"
Zhao Pan was wearing a thick jacket today, his hair was spread behind his head, and his rounded cheeks were slightly red.
It seemed that he had been standing next to the fire tower for a long time, and his whole watery skin was roasted red. There were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, like a human-shaped sweet potato.
She called out sweetly, then pointed to the servants who were throwing a basket of sweet potatoes into the red hot tiles to bury it, and said:
"It will be cooked before you go to the outer city later. If you eat sweet potatoes, you will not be cold all winter."
Zhao Duan laughed, raised his hand to straighten the hair in front of her forehead, and said with a smile:
"Then you eat more, brother is not afraid of the cold."
Behind him, Eugene, who was also wrapped in a dark green jacket, greeted his stepson and daughter to eat.
This morning’s meal was also a great supplement.
After the frost, winter is about to begin, and the weather has been getting colder and colder recently.
"When will the troops be withdrawn? Will there be any delay?"
Eugene Hua stood at the table, twisted her body, and personally served porridge to her children.
"Don't worry, I'm a military attache on temporary duty. I can just show up when the time comes. There's no need to participate in the front."
Zhao Duan put on the official robe of the commander of the Shenji Battalion today, and there was still polished soft armor on the ground.
According to Dayu tradition, the frost comes at the end of autumn, and officers and soldiers from various places have a "retirement" ceremony, and the Shenji Battalion naturally has to participate.
And according to tradition, firearms are also used to shoot into the sky, which is commonly known as "beating the frost", which means to drive away the gods who control the frost between heaven and earth to ensure that crops and everything are not affected by the frost.
As a military attache, Zhao Duan also needs to attend.
But he doubted whether the gods could use artillery to get rid of this matter...
Well, you can talk to Miss Jin Jian when you have time...
Eugene Hua nodded, then took out several invitations and handed them to him for review:
"This was handed over to me last night. I saw you were practicing, so I didn't bother you."
At the end of autumn, there were more and more gatherings in the city. Literati went up together, and warriors organized autumn hunting. Zhao Duan was now very popular in the capital. All kinds of invitations were flying in like snowflakes, and there was an endless stream of people visiting every day.
But most of them were blocked by the stewards.
Only those who have been screened and have a certain status will be handed over to Eugene Hua and then shown to Zhao Duan.
"Brother, are there any literary gatherings attended by Mr. Zhengyang? Recently, I heard from the female relatives that the literary scene in the city is very lively." Zhao Pan asked curiously.
Zhao Duan pursed his lips.
Mr. Zhengyang entered the city the day before yesterday, followed by hundreds of disciples. After staying in the city, scholars from all over the capital came to pay a visit.
The inn where he lived was blocked by water for a while.
The biggest topic in the city these days is the arrival of the first hermit of Dayu.
Zhao Duan did not go to visit, but he also sent people from various channels to keep an eye on him. The result he got was four words:
"The visitor is evil!"
Compared with the Zhengyang School, which caused a sensation after entering the city, there was a team that entered the city at almost the same time, but only attracted great attention in a small area, which worried him even more.
However, these high-level affairs are treacherous and difficult to tell family members, which makes them worried.
Therefore, Zhao Duan just smiled and mumbled over. After eating, he put on his armor and prepared to leave the house. Zhao Pan stuffed him with two red-hot sweet potatoes.
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On the streets of the capital, Zhao Duan was wearing armor and riding a horse, feeling the warmth of the sweet potatoes in his arms.
Seeing the people dumping tiles outside in the streets and alleys, the expressions of the people "giving away potato ghosts" gradually became serious, and they muttered:
"Sending ghosts? Hehe, the Eighth Prince sent two ghosts to Zhenbao's door."
(End of chapter)