In the winter of Bingshen, it was cold.

Before noon, the light day was brushed with ink, and the whole capital seemed to have fallen dust, and the streets and alleys were obscure, and only the cold sound of the plastic wind blowing through could be heard, which made people's backs feel cold.

The bell of the National Teacher Tower on Hyosung Mountain is ringing "Dang Dang Dang" and hovering over the entire lonely city.

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There is no one in the world more miserable than him, he crawled out of the sensational dirt by the rain, naked**, half stripped of nothing, and his body was half rotten.

"It shouldn't be like this......" he crouched down beside the collapsed tombstone, recalling that although his memory was a little disordered, he shouldn't be unprepared.

Walking around his grave for half a circle, he finally found a thief hole, his muscles no longer allowed his face to change color, so he had to scold his mother in his heart, open the coffin soaked in rotten water, touch it several times, and finally fished up a roll of bamboo slips, the hemp rope has completely rotted away, and the remaining bamboo pieces can be seen about the word Zhaoran.

These two words come from the Han book, the effect of light and dark, and the auspicious and evil of the funeral, which can be clearly seen.

He looked a little strange, feeling that he was a great murderer no matter where he was buried, and thought about it for a while, thinking that his predecessor was a master of cultivation who specialized in feng shui and astrology.

It's a pity that he dismantled all the coffin boards, and he couldn't remove a magic weapon.

It seems that someone stole it, and he secretly regretted it in his heart.

He had no choice but to pick up a new grave next to him and dig it up, even if he didn't let people see his **** body, he couldn't show it.

In the new grave was an old man, about seventy years old. People to seventy years are rare, but it is rare to stay in the homes of civilians, so the family should be buried, borrowed some money to get a silk satin blue silk shroud for the old man to wear, now it is cheap, he just put on the robe, suddenly only heard a "click" sound, a thing fell out of the sleeve.

Zhaoran lowered his head and picked it up, it turned out to be half of his own rotten bones, he couldn't help but worry, look at this scene, even if he didn't meet the wild dog, he had to run out of the cemetery.

He lowered his head and took the rotten bone back, his intention was to try, but he never thought about it.

But when he turned around, he saw white smoke billowing from the old man's coffin, making a sizzling sound, so frightened that he almost fell to the ground and completely fell apart.

The white smoke quickly dissipated, and when he looked into the coffin, the old man on the coffin board was only a skin.

Zhaoran took a closer look and found that there was still a piece of black iron on the old man's skin, he picked it up, it seemed to be iron and not iron, the texture was very light, and there were some lines on it, but it seemed that he only got half of the order, and he didn't know what was written.

He didn't see this thing in the old man's coffin, he looked down at his rotten belly, and suddenly he was afraid that this half of the order would fall out of his belly, and he only sewed this half of the order in his belly before he died, but he was afraid that it was an important magic weapon.

When the magic weapon came, Zhaoran was in good spirits, but what is the use of a piece of iron that can dissolve human flesh and take human skin?

He reached into his stomach and pulled it again, but he couldn't pull out anything good.

Zhao Ran couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and turned the iron sheet over to look at himself, and suddenly saw another light smoke, a sizzling sound, he hurriedly raised his hand to wave away the smoke, but saw a white claw waving in front of him, and then looked down, his body was rotten clean, only a white skeleton remained, Zhao Ran couldn't help crying without tears.

He looked at his white skeleton, and then looked at the human skin in the coffin, and suddenly he had no teacher, looked around, picked up the human skin, and the cat trotted all the way through the grave, found a river to wash his skeleton first, and then put the old man's human skin on it.

There was no flesh and blood on his body, the skin was a little collapsed, and his body swayed, as if he was wearing an ill-fitting shirt, but after a while, Zhao Ran only felt that the flesh and bone under the skin were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person was like a ball that was only filled with gas.

Soon he felt hungry, and looked at his limbs, which were still skinny, but the flesh and bones no longer grew.

Looks like I'm looking for something to eat. Zhao Ran put on his shroud, put away the half piece of black iron, and walked out of the mountain along the path outside.

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He walked along the road for a long time, but he couldn't walk anymore, so he had to drag his two old legs slowly on the road.

There was a sound of horses' hooves behind him, and Zhao Ran hurriedly turned his head, showing a look of anticipation, only to hear a sound of startled horses behind him, and the person in front shouted: "Mom, I'm scared to death, where did the old monster come from!"

A few knights in soapy clothes and official boots clearly understood that this was an official errand, and hurriedly stretched out their hands and said: "Official, official, Xiaomin is a walkway dealer, who asked someone to rob money and faint and throw it in the cemetery, because the clothes on his body were stripped by thieves, so he had to borrow a shroud." ”

"Borrowed...... Shroud?" A big man in front of him looked at Zhaoran, and he hesitated slightly.

Zhao Ran immediately threw himself to the ground: "Lord Qingtian, help!"

The big man waved his hand and said, "That's it, that's it, we still have official affairs with us, take you to the temple at the intersection over there, and go down the mountain with your own thoughts when you turn around." He turned back and asked, "Somebody will give him a ride?" ”

Several people had embarrassed expressions on their faces, who wanted to ride with the person who had just been stripped of the shroud from the corpse, and the big man over there had not waited for a reply, and Zhao Ran was already struggling to climb on his horse.

The big man had no choice but to pull him on the horse, and galloped all the way to the front of the temple, and a knight next to him said urgently: "Brother Hemeng, there seems to be an adult's dog slave in front of him." ”

"Huh!" several people stopped the fast horse at the same time, Zhao Ran turned his head to look, only to see a thin man in a tie shirt at the bottom of the mountain steps, he hunched his waist and shook his nose, his eyes rolled on several people, and finally his eyes fell on Zhao Ran's body, Zhao Ran couldn't help but feel nervous.

He Meng opened his mouth and said, "Is Lord Wen on it?"

The thin man ignored him, but leaned over and sniffed up and down, and then snorted softly: "The one who is dying." ”

He Meng's face was slightly unhappy, but Zhao Ran breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and said: "Thank you for the grace of the officials who reached out to help, and the old man will not delay the affairs of the adults." ”

He Meng hesitated slightly, originally thinking of putting this old man in the temple, and at dawn there were other mountain people passing by to rescue him, but he didn't expect that Lord Wen's place of residence was in this mountain temple.

"No, you can't go!" the dog slave said coldly and arrogantly, "What should I do if my lord is doing business here and leaking the news?"

Hemeng's size is also a small flag, but this dog slave has a commanding tone, he endured his anger and said: "It's okay, this uncle, you can stay behind the temple for a few hours, and wait for dawn to leave." ”

Zhaoran shouted in his heart that he didn't want to, but he was helplessly taken off the horse by He Meng, He Meng was anxious, and he couldn't bear to help him, so he carried Zhaoran all the way, like a chicken, along the mountain steps into the Niangniang Temple, he put Zhaoran down and looked at him and thought, what is an old man, very light.

"Who's outside the temple?" a cold voice came from inside the temple.

"Hemeng!"

"Zhang Qiang!"

"Su Zijian!"

"Lu Jia!"

"See Lord Wen!"

The cold voice in the temple then asked, "There are five of you here, who is the other one?"

He Meng glanced at Zhao Ran, bowed down and said, "Lord Hui, we rescued an old man who was robbed on the road. ”

"The old man who was robbed ......" the temple snorted coldly, "swaying", the temple door opened, a strong wind came to the face, blowing clearly two strands of war, only to see the temple wearing a big red brocade robe of the young man, Shen waist Pan sideburns, beautiful appearance, Zhaoran looked up and couldn't help but praise in his heart "good skin".

He was alert after praising it, and hurriedly lowered his head, Wen Zhi Gengli glanced at Zhao Ran a few times, and then said coldly: "Your leisure and elegance are not bad, save a dying person, if you miss the major affairs of the national teacher, you don't need to return to your general flag, just go on the road with him here!"

He Meng and the others bowed their heads and were silent.

While a few people were talking, someone from outside the house stumbled in, lay at the feet of the young man, and said excitedly: "My lord, he, they are coming!"

Wen Zhigeng scolded: "Idiot, make such a loud noise, if you startle someone away, be careful of picking your dog's skin." ”

The dog slave said flatteringly: "Don't worry, my lord, they are about a mile away from here." ”

"One mile away...... Good. Wen Zhiqi's thin lips curled slightly, and he said softly.

He turned his head to He Meng and said, "You go to the temple and hide, and be careful to hide your breath." ”

He Meng bowed his head and said, "Yes!"

Zhao Ran hurriedly lowered his head and walked along, only to hear behind him: "Slow." ”

Wen Zhigeng looked at him and said, "You are with me." ”

Zhaoran secretly complained in his heart, Wen Zhigeng stepped on the dog slave who was still lying on his stomach and said, "Where have they been?"

"Half a mile away, they ride ......," he said, snorting, "My lord, they ride on Sichuan horses." ”

"Why do you see a Chuan Ma?"

Hearing Wen Zhigeng's question, the bones of the dog slaves were crispy: "Lord Hui, the flat land of Beima is vast, and most of them are free-range, so the sweat stains on the body smell of green and astringent grass, but the southerners raise horses mostly with hay and millet rice, especially the Sichuan horses are mainly millet seeds, and the earthy smell exuded from the body is very different from that of the Northern Horse." ”

Zhao Ran couldn't help but feel creepy when he heard it.

"Chuanma, it seems that they are planning to climb the Marble Mountain. Wen Zhigeng sneered, turned his head to look at Zhao Ran and asked, "How long does he have to live." ”

The dog slave looked at it and smiled, and his big mouth almost cracked to the root of his ear: "If you go back to the adult, you won't survive the dawn." ”

Wen Zhigeng said lightly: "That's it, let's send it away as soon as possible." ”

He said that his palm rose and fell, and a palm slammed into Zhaoran's neck.

Zhaoran was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, he had already seen that this feminine man was not a good thing, but he didn't expect to be so ruthless.

He scolded in his heart, but he had to be honest and fall down, the dog slave stuffed him into the bridge in the yard, and said hatefully: "You old immortal can still sit in an adult's sedan chair when you die, I really don't know when I will repair the blessings." ”

Zhao Ran couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, he was a blessing when he died, he was blessed if he didn't die.

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After a while, only the sound of small footsteps could be heard outside, and someone spoke: "There are people inside." ”

A woman's voice seemed to come from outside: "Okay, there are only two people inside, one is a young man, and the other is a dying old man." It's about a person who is going to die. ”

Zhao Ran couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, this woman guessed on the face that eight / nine was not far from ten, but the key point was digression, he didn't know who he was and where to return to his hometown, not to mention that the people in this house were not his filial sons, but the beasts waiting for cannibalism.

There was a coughing sound outside the house, and someone hurriedly said, "I'm afraid that it will snow heavily tonight, so let's let the adults into the house to rest first." ”

"Don't come in!" Zhao Ran said in a broken heart, but it backfired, and the temple door was still opened.