Chapter 44 Zhao Duan: You are surrounded by me
A priest invited by the Tianshi Mansion?
Zhao Duan was refreshed and his expectations were high.
If he had any curiosity about this world, apart from the empress's measurements, the second most curious thing would be the "warlock".
Following the line of sight, the night is coming in like a sea tide, and birds are flying nearby.
The space in the courtyard twists and squirms, like a skilled painter drawing a golden outline of a figure out of thin air, and the translucent girl gradually becomes clear.
Become real:
He wears a well-tailored black priest robe, embroidered with gold thread, has a petite figure, and his black hair is slightly curled at the end.
The eyes on the slightly pale face were unfocused and unfocused, making him look a little dull.
The girl's clothes are fluttering and her boots are floating in the air, which just makes up for the height gap.
"This is the Zhudian boy of the Tianshi Mansion, the female disciple of the old Tianshi, Jin Jian. According to the rules, only one ordinary priest should be sent here, but the priest Jin Jian took the initiative to invite you, and she will protect you next. ”
Sun Lianying introduced, with an expression like "You're so lucky, kid."
Then, he introduced to the girl:
"He is Zhao Duan, the person the priest wants to protect during this trip."
Zhudian boy?
Oh... It seems that in the Tianshi Mansion system, all the sorcerers who are personally taught by the "Tianshi" are called "Zhudian Boys".
Only disciples with extremely high talents can win this honor.
I found a treasure...and it's so beautiful...Zhao Duan was surprised and smiled warmly: "I'm Zhao Duan, I have long admired your name."
It was only at this moment that Jin Jian's distracted eyes were focused. She stared at him carefully for a moment and said in a disembodied voice:
"It's really you."
Zhao Duan was startled and didn't understand what he meant. He just thought it was because he was "famous" and the other party had heard of it.
"I will follow you and show up if anything happens."
The mysterious girl said, and then her figure seemed to be diluted and disappeared into the air.
"Ah... Sir?" Zhao Duan was confused and looked at the old eunuch.
Sun Lianying coughed dryly and said: "Disciples of the Celestial Master are masters in spiritual practice. They have their own tempers, so don't think too much about it."
No...it's not a matter of overthinking, it's because I don't know what to do... Zhao Duan felt bitter.
He highly suspected that this attitude was because he had a bad reputation, looked down upon him, and did not want to talk to him.
After the old eunuch left, he stood in front of the court and called several times, "Priest with golden slips?"
But there was no response, as if they had really disappeared.
"grown ups--"
At this time, Zhu Kui rushed over from outside:
"The imperial office reported that there was some movement!"
Zhao Duan put aside his attention to the girl and looked solemn:
"Take me to see it. By the way, I will tell you about Zhou Cang. Are you ready?"
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As the night gets darker, pedestrians on the bustling streets of Beijing become deserted.
At dusk, a "night-scented car" drove into the Zhang family's house from the back door.
There were no flushing toilets in these days, and the excrement of large families was stored in the latrines, and people were hired to clean it up every once in a while.
For example, the palace even opened a special door for the use of vehicles transporting excrement.
The nickname of feces is "night fragrance". It can only be said that human beings are quite hypocritical.
The Yexiang car parked in the house for a full hour before slowly returning with a full load from the back door.
One person was driving, and another man in ragged linen clothes was escorting the car. It was hot in the summer and the smell was overwhelming. Both of them covered their mouths and noses with towels, covering most of their faces.
"Laulu..."
The little donkey walked at a leisurely pace and flicked its tail to ward off flies.
Pedestrians along the way avoided him, and when they reached a remote alley far away, the man escorting the truck to remove manure ducked out of the way and got into the alley.
Pulling off the mask, revealing two delicate mustaches.
Zhang Changshuo threw down his turban in disgust, endured the stinking clothes, looked in the direction, stepped forward, and took advantage of the moonlight in the sky, twisting and turning, to arrive outside a house.
With the help of the moonlight, I found a thin rope and pulled hard.
"clang--"
A dull bell plays, accompanied by a unique rhythm.
The owner of the house was alerted, and a short time later, a gap was torn open in the door:
"Who?"
"Travel south and return north." Zhang Changshuo said the secret code. In order to prevent anyone from disguising themselves, they all agreed to have unique contact information.
"Come in." The person inside stretched out his hand, pulled him in, and closed the courtyard door.
Zhang Changshuo stepped into the courtyard and followed him towards the house. From the left and right rooms, martial artists dressed as ordinary people walked out.
Ling Lie glanced at him, which made him frightened as a scholar. He knew that these people were all the elites of Prince Jing's private army.
"Please." The leader opened the door.
As soon as Zhang Changshuo entered, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a black veil sitting at a round table in the brightly lit room.
"Mr. Zhang, why did you come to visit late at night?"
The middle-aged warlock stared at him, then frowned and said with disgust:
"Did you fall into the manure pit? You're so dirty."
The other party is the leader of Prince Jing's palace in the capital. The two parties have met several times, but their true identity has not been revealed from beginning to end.
"Something happened," Zhang Changshuo, who was already soaked in the taste, pretended not to hear, got straight to the point, and said quickly:
"My second brother was arrested by the imperial court..."
He immediately described the situation.
The incident happened suddenly, and the middle-aged warlock had not yet learned the news.
He was shocked at first, but after hearing the whole story, he calmed down and said with a stern look: "Are you sure that he was falsely accused of biting, and not that the incident happened in public?"
"Sure!"
Zhang Changshuo said with determination and angrily: "The Zhao thief will definitely retaliate. He only has an empty skin, but in fact he is a straw bag. His intentions are not concealed at all. The frame-up is not enough, but he even blackmails Erlang for six thousand taels of silver. It is really hateful!"
Six thousand taels? The middle-aged warlock was startled and frowned: "What do you want?"
Zhang Changshuo said:
"The imperial office is investigating the firearms case, and I'm afraid there will be clues involved. We share weal and woe with Prince Jing, and we also implore you to lend a helping hand to rescue Erlang quickly and ask for his money back."
Sharing weal and woe with the prince... are you worthy?
...The middle-aged warlock despises them, but the Zhang brothers are still useful, so it would be a pity to abandon them like this.
He pondered for a moment and was about to reply when suddenly the wind blew past the window lattice. As an inspiration warned him, he looked up suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Changshuo was confused.
The middle-aged warlock’s eyes were sharp:
"Let me ask you, have you ever been followed when you came here?"
"Impossible." Zhang Changshuo was quite confident in his disguise.
Who cares about a shit boy?
"That's not right..." There was green light in the middle-aged warlock's pupils, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his arm, knocked him out of the room, and said to the soldiers in the courtyard:
"Escape with me..."
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight. Friends from the south, where do you want to evacuate?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded faintly.
The courtyard door opened with a "bang", and several Imperial Guards broke in from the left and right, leaving a tall and handsome figure in gorgeous clothes in the middle.
Zhao Duan smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, you are fine."
at the same time.
In all four directions of the courtyard, a number of imperial officials in flying fish uniforms jumped up from the walls, blocking all directions.
He held a military crossbow in his hand, and the hardened crossbow arrows were tightened on the bowstring, ready to go.
It seemed that as long as Zhao Duan gave an order, countless arrows would fall like a downpour, turning everyone in the courtyard into hedgehogs.
"Zhao! Du! An!"
Zhang Changshuo looked at this scene in disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes bulging out.
Why don't you understand that you have been fooled?
"People in the courtyard, listen, put down your weapons, otherwise we will kill without mercy!"
On the top of the wall, Zhou Cang held a torch in one hand and held a knife in the other, full of murderous intent.
He was surprised and happy, but he didn't expect that it only took one day for Zhao Duan to find out the person behind the case that had left the entire imperial office helpless for a long time.
At the same time, the soldiers in the courtyard also drew their swords and surrounded the leader in the center.
The middle-aged warlock didn't hesitate at all, his lips moved and his hands made a secret.
Suddenly, with it as the center, a huge circular formation glowing with blue light was outlined on the ground.
"Rumble..."
The ground paved with blue bricks shook, and in the center of the formation, a light blue, illusory and huge burly figure emerged.
"God..."
Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes. After many days, he witnessed the gods of this world for the second time.
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