Xuzhou, National Teacher's Mansion.

The grandparents and grandchildren's plans to make a fortune are in full swing.

The little beggar rubbed the silver bracelet in his hand and looked around, the National Teacher's Mansion was empty, only a bunch of prohibitions that had not been triggered, and there seemed to be nothing else to steal.

The old beggar brought a Taishi chair and a table, which were like jade but solid wooden tables and chairs, and panted and said: "Jin Sinan, red sandalwood, they are all good things, put them away quickly." ”

The little beggar ignored him, just looked at a mural in the middle of the national teacher's bedroom and was speechless.

The old beggar sat down on the Taishi chair, and he didn't find a suitable position when he moved his buttocks around, but he still sat on the ground, scratched the messy gray hair, and thought: "Stinky boy, can you still put something in the mustard seed bracelet?"

"Why don't you say anything?"

"Monkey cubs?"

"Little bastard?"

After a long time, no one paid attention, and the old beggar turned around and scolded: "You have the courage to be fat, pretending to be deaf and ignoring your grandfather?

The old beggar raised his slap and slapped the back of the little beggar's head a few times, but there was still no response, and he followed the little beggar's line of sight to look at the wall, which was a mural.

The sea is boundless, the sky is so dark that there is not a ray of sunlight in sight, and there is only a black island between the sky and the sea.

The island is very small, and the mural space occupied is pitiful, but it is particularly conspicuous to look at. For it is not in the clouds, not at sea, in mid-air.

The island is two sharp at the end and narrow in the middle, and there is a lonely peak on the island, standing straight and upright, like a boat and a mast, no trees growing, no birds and beasts sneaking around, lifeless.

Emptiness, confusion, and a sense of oppression that is about to come are the tone that runs through the whole mural, but there is nothing to see other than that, at least for a person like an old beggar who can't read a few big characters.

Wait, it seems like who's on the island?

The old beggar came closer with wide eyes, and the man who stayed at the top of the peak was a small man, and a little familiar, with hair like a bird's nest, and a coarse cloth in tattered clothes.

The old beggar patted the little beggar on the shoulder and quipped, "Stinky boy, you don't look like you." ”

The little beggar didn't speak, and his face gradually turned pale.

With the appearance of the villain in the painting, the painting moved.

The gray sky was getting darker and darker, the clouds were getting lower and lower, and the sea was undulating, and the sea of clouds met each other, and a small black island in the shape of a boat was sandwiched in between.

The old beggar furrowed his brows, withdrew his smile, stared at the little beggar for a while, and found that his eyes were blank, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, so he told him to ignore him and beat him.

Something went wrong.

Then, it started to rain.

The rain was pouring down, and the villain on the top of the isolated island couldn't find a place to shelter from the rain, and the little beggar outside the painting was also wet for some reason, his face was blue and white, and his body kept shaking.

The little beggar has been sleeping with the old beggar since he was a child, and he usually can't get sick from the rain, why did he freeze like this after a while?

The old beggar stretched out his hand to probe, the cold penetrated the bone marrow, and the rain was strange.

Then a violent wind suddenly blew on the sea, and the dark clouds began to shine and shine, as if there was a thunderbolt brewing, as if the next moment it was about to split at the little beggar.

The old beggar suddenly lost his soul, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment, but he only had time to see his sleeves flick, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't see the process, and his palm instantly swept over the mural, and the villain on the island immediately disappeared, and the old beggar had an extra cloud-like thing in his hand, and slapped it on the little beggar's head.

Since the death of the little beggar's parents, this ancestral magic skill of the old beggar has not been used for many years, small thieves steal money, big thieves steal lives, and it is even more indispensable to detain souls and save grandchildren.

Although he usually only shows his leg skills, his kung fu has never been weak, and he must know that the little beggar's kung fu is also taught by him.

The little beggar was in danger, and as soon as he glanced at the old beggar, he had no strength to speak, and he fell to the ground so softly as soon as he rolled his eyes.

The old beggar looked extremely gloomy, and the palm of his hand was wiped again, and the mural fell off the wall into a scroll of pictures, which was carried into the arms of the old beggar, and he uncovered the belt of his trousers and soaked it on the wall, and said: "Bastard, dare to hurt my grandson, and the mural will not be left for you!"

The little beggar was still swinging, the old beggar stopped his waist and picked him up, the wind was blowing under his feet, and a floating light appeared in the national teacher's mansion, which was faster than when he came.

According to the clues left by Confucianism, three buns from the shop in the west, the old beggar found it outside the west gate of the imperial capital, and there was already a carriage waiting here.

It happened to be the third watch.

The old beggar rushed into the carriage and said urgently: "My grandson has injured his soul, can you save him?"

Zhang Hongzheng caressed the little beggar's face, and a golden light suddenly appeared on his hand, and the golden light turned into a piece of text, and he used the little beggar as a hood, which really had some effect.

The little beggar stopped trembling, and the layer of frost condensed on his body quietly faded, but his face was still pale and not much better.

Zhang Hongzheng frowned slightly, and said: "I was a poor disciple who studied hard, without a master to lead the way, one does not understand the law, the other is not academic, and there is no way to eradicate the soul disease, I can only rely on the little Haoran Qi I realized to help you temporarily suppress his injury, the child stays with me and lives without worry, at most seven days, you go and find Yelin." ”

The old beggar asked, "Where is Yelin now?!"

Zhang Hongzheng's eyebrows were lowered, and he measured it with his heart, and said: "Calculate the time, he will leave for the sword mound tomorrow, and when you go to Yangzhou, you only need to call him with a jade card." ”

The old beggar was stunned for a moment, his eyelids twitched, and his intestines were so ruined that his intestines were about to turn blue, and he looked at Zhang Hongzheng with blank eyes.

Zhang Hongzheng guessed his eyebrows, took out a jade card from his arms and handed it to the old beggar, and persuaded bitterly: "Life is inevitably something good in life, no matter how big the old gentleman's gambling addiction is, he should not sell the brand given by Yelin as gambling money, and no one will save the child's life, life and death are at stake, don't treat it as child's play." ”

The old beggar wanted to speak and stopped, how embarrassed he was to say that he didn't only have the jade plate, in fact, the little beggar also had it, but he was also pawned.

After taking the jade sign carved in the shape of a mouse, the old beggar thanked him and hurried to Yangzhou.

Staring at the old beggar in the distance, Zhang Hongzheng secretly thought to himself, without the jade plate, he himself would be in danger.

Jingzhou sealed the evil god when he mentioned it to the national teacher, in order to lead the national teacher into the urn.

As far as the national teacher is concerned, Zhang Hongzheng is a lackey, even if he is really loyal, there is nothing to lose if he is pinched to death, with the identity of the national teacher, it is not difficult to find what kind of chess pieces.

It's just a Zhang Hongzheng, and if you kill it, you will kill it.

Without a jade plate, Zhang Hongzheng is a weak scholar, and an assassin with the likes of a ghost can send him back to the west, and his life is in danger.

Now we can only hope for the Holy One today.

Shenzong can make the national teacher obediently serve him, and it has never relied on the identity of the mortal emperor, but on cultivation, means, and the city.

Zhang Hongzheng is not only a pawn placed by Yelin in the court, but after that, he is also a pawn placed by the current saint, that is, Emperor Shenzong next to the national teacher.

Since ancient times, emperors have been widowed, how can others be allowed to snore on the side of the couch, and Shenzong is not exempt from vulgarity, delegating too much power must always send someone to keep an eye on it, no matter what the national teacher does, the emperor can agree, but he must know it in his heart.

And this time, what the national teacher did was not so good for the Divine Sect, and there was even a bit of betrayal.

Assuming that the evil god sealed in Jingzhou really has a way to break through the gate of heaven, the national teacher no longer needs to break the Jiuding to gather the luck of Kyushu, and can go out of the world directly from Shenzhou.

Without the Qi Luck Alchemy, the Divine Sect's dream of immortality will be shattered. Not only that, once the gate of heaven is opened, the national teacher leaves, and the national teacher calls for wind and rain in Kyushu, and the mess left behind is it difficult for Emperor Shenzong to clean up by himself?

The promised grand event, concerted efforts, and mutual support on the road have all become wishful thinking on the part of his Divine Sect.

This is something that the Divine Sect cannot tolerate. Since the national teacher has the heart to ignore his allies, how can Shenzhou be polite to him, and small punishments and big commandments are inevitable. But pack it up, he will definitely not die if he dies, and it is very likely that he will be locked up for three or five years to recuperate from his injuries.

It was precisely because he expected these Yelin to let him leave with injuries, otherwise he would have to fight for the danger of illness to leave this scourge in Jingzhou forever, saving him from being a demon everywhere.

After three or five years, Yongzhou will stabilize and be impregnable, and it will be difficult for the national teacher to frame him again.

Yelin painstakingly laid out a game of chess, but what he had to fight for was actually just a time.

Because time is the most precious.