The night was deep, and the cold moon was clear. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

An old man with a white beard quietly pushed open the dark door of the only small inn in the silent barren mountain, and walked to the steps to look into the distance, as if waiting for someone's return.

The cold wind gradually rose, and the neighing of chariots and horses was faintly heard in the distance, and in a moment, a team of people and horses appeared in the old man's vision at the end of the mountain road. In front of and behind the team were cavalrymen in battle armor, guarding several official sedan chairs in the middle. It didn't take long for them to come to the door of the inn, and one of the soldiers dismounted and walked to the official sedan chair overhead, and whispered, "My lord, do you want to rest here tonight?" ”

A slender middle-aged man walked out of the sedan chair, he looked at everything around him vigilantly, and nodded.

"Welcome to the shop, please inside." The old man greeted everyone with a courteous face.

After everyone entered the store and took their seats, the old man smiled and asked, "I don't know what you want to eat?" ”

"Whatever is delicious can be served, money is not a problem." The middle-aged man took out an ingot of twenty taels of silver from his bosom and handed it to the old man.

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute." The old man who seems to be weak on the surface, but he walks quickly.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the food and wine were brought to the table, and everyone was already hungry, and began to devour them one by one. Only middle-aged people, the glass was held to their lips but they did not drink.

"This guest officer, is the food and wine in our store not to your liking?" The old man asked.

"It's not." The middle-aged man put down his glass and said, "I just think there's something weird. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Why is there no one in the hotel?"

"The guest officer laughed, aren't you just a human being, how can there be no one?" The old man replied respectfully, but there was a bit of smugness between his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly and said, "Are you alone in the hotel?" Why is there no Mr. Bookkeeper and Xiao Er? ”

"The small shop is located in the middle of nowhere, the business is not good, and I can't afford to hire a helper, so I have to be alone."

"Then you didn't invite the chef, but why is the food served so fast?"

"Looks like you suspect that I have a ghost here?" There was a strange taste in the old man's words, he picked up the wine on the table, pulled the cork and drank it, almost without breathing, and the bottle of wine was finished. Then he picked up his chopsticks again and took a bite of all the dishes on the table.

"The wine and food are not poisonous, what else is the guest officer worried about?" The old man put down his chopsticks with a smile, and the strange aura on his face became stronger and stronger.

The middle-aged man picked up the wine glass and was about to drink it, when an exclamation came from behind him.

"What's the call?" The middle-aged man turned around and said angrily.

"Look, my lord!"

The middle-aged man looked at his subordinates' fingers, and a chill abruptly arose in his heart. I saw that the dishes on the wine table that were still soft and fragrant just now turned into broken white bones in a blink of an eye, and there was rotten rotten meat on them. The wine glass pinched in everyone's hands also turned crimson, like human blood. Seeing this vision, everyone who had eaten the old man's dishes vomited with a "wow", and the ground was in a mess.

The old man chuckled and said, "It seems that there are ghosts in the shop, but in your hearts." His gloves fell silently to the ground, revealing a pair of shriveled, pale, ghostly hands, some of which were no longer fleshy, except for yellowed phalanges.

"You, what the hell are you...... Who is it, a human being, or a ghost? The middle-aged man no longer had the composure he had when he came, and his words began to stutter.

"I'm not a human being, and you don't have to know who I am, the important thing is that I know who you are." The old man snatched the middle-aged man's wine glass and wiped it clean, and said with a smile: "I not only know that you are the envoy of Goryeo, but also know that you have come to the Central Plains this time to enter Beijing to negotiate peace, right, Lord Li Yongxian?" ”

No one answered the old man's question, and no one dared to answer, but the eyes of the crowd clearly told the old man that he was all right.

"It's a good thing to calm down the fighting. It's a pity that ......" The old man sighed and said, "I'm afraid you're going to run for nothing this time." ”

"You want to kill us?" Li Yongxian asked boldly.

"No, I just want to show you something." I don't know when there is an ancient book in the old man's hand, the title of the book is called "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the store, and the book "Classic of Mountains and Seas" floated with the wind, and countless green lights flashed from the body of the book, which hovered in front of everyone and finally gathered into an image.

The image was initially just a transparent virtual image, but slowly the outline of the whole body, the facial features of the face, and finally every feather on its body were clearly visible. These countless green rays of light that exuded the breath of death turned into a living creature. It looks like a chicken, its feathers are colorful, its wings are as green as jasper, and its feathers are constantly shining with starlight. What's even more surprising is that it actually has the face of a seven or eight-year-old child, but the sharp eyes revealed in the pupils make people dare not look directly.

The wind had stopped, the ancient book had disappeared, and the human-faced bird flapped its wings and landed on the old man's shoulder. The old man stroked it and asked Li Yongxian, "Do you know it?" ”

Before Li Yongxian could speak, the human-faced bird opened its mouth and shouted, "Negative Creek, Fu Xi", and the piercing voice seemed to be mourning.

"Woo!" Li Yongxian trembled.

"Master Li, you are really knowledgeable, I thought you wouldn't know you." The old man said, "The old man has the courage to ask the adults to introduce its origin to you, can you?" ”

Li Yongxian said calmly: "The Classic of Mountains and Seas says that on Lutai Mountain, which is rich in white jade, there is a kind of sacred bird named Yanxi, and its call is similar to its name. ”

"Yes, it's all providence!" The old man sighed and said, "My little pet is rare to appear once in a thousand years, but today, you have all seen it." Master Lee, you should know exactly what this means. ”

Li Yongxian was silent, and his legs were shaking involuntarily.

"So, Lord Li, your errand is doomed to be in vain. It's better for you to return to China and leave with your whole body. ”

"Is it the work of a messenger who humiliates his life?" Li Yongxian thought of his mission, and his flustered heart began to calm down, he waved his right hand and said to the soldiers on the left and right: "Come on, capture this demon for me immediately, so as to set the record straight." The soldiers behind him drew their swords, but no one dared to move.

"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed wildly, "Master Li, I have good words to persuade you, but you are going against the sky." In that case, then I have no choice but to do the right thing for heaven! As he spoke, the old man's seven orifices burst out with dazzling green light, stabbing everyone dizzy.

With a "boom", all the people of the Goryeo mission floated like catkins. Not only the people, but also the entire hotel, as well as the horses outside the door, the official sedan chair all flew into the air, drifting towards the waning moon in the night sky, and gradually disappeared.

"It is up to man to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen, foolish people, how can you disobey the mandate of heaven!" The old man muttered to himself and slowly flew into the mountains. In the blood-stained moonlight, his people, along with the scarlet on their shoulders, seemed to gradually dissolve with the darkness, and finally melted away completely in the night.