Zhang Song carefully put away the things that had been written down silently and put them in the only box in the room, ready to come in handy in the future.

In the past few days, Zhang Song has not been able to stop for a moment, and there are too many things to be busy with in politics, economy, culture, and diplomacy to establish a political regime. However, Zhang Song is not going to spread it out in an all-round way, and the most urgent thing he faces now is to deal with the Hu rebellion two years later, so preparing for war is the top priority.

Military training and the construction of an iron-smelting yard are the concrete manifestations of this top priority, Zhang Song has a deep affection for Xizi, but he clearly knows that if there is no strength, feelings are a very luxurious thing. So he subconsciously put the preparation for war in the first place, and forgot about his marriage to Kiko.

This is probably like a man in the previous life, although he loves his wife and children very much, but he can't accompany his wife and children every day, but he has to work hard in society.

Thinking of the iron-smelting yard, Zhang Song planned to go to the iron-smelting yard again, so he looked at the sky and went out of the room.

After yesterday's cleaning, the house has a new look, and Father Fan hung the lantern that he had woven yesterday on the top of the gate early in the morning, and the flaming red lantern added a lot of joy.

After informing Mother Fan and Mother Zhong, who were still arranging their new houses, Zhang Song walked to the hinterland of Qingsong Valley.

The fields in the hinterland of the Green Pine Valley were still full of toilers, and only four or five people were resting on the road. Before Zhang Song could walk up, the people dispersed in a hurry, and only one remained on the road.

"Zhang, Zhang, Zhang."

The person who stayed was Li Mo, and after Li Mo saw Zhang Song, he first wanted to ignore it, but when Zhang Song's eyes looked at him, he couldn't help but salute Zhang Song.

"Well, what are you doing here?"

"No, nothing, anything, just go out for a walk." Li Mo waved his hands wildly, and his eyes dodged.

Zhang Song looked at Li Mo coldly, Li Mo didn't dare to leave, standing there, his eyes wandered, his face was red and white, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

"Where did Zhou Mingshu go, what did he tell you?" Zhang Song asked sternly.

"Huh?" Li Mo was so frightened that he almost jumped up, "He, he, he...... I don't know where he went, and he didn't, nor did he tell me anything. ”

Zhang Song was about to continue to ask Li Mo, but he saw that the people working in the fields ran towards the valley one after another. From a distance, Taniguchi had already gathered a large crowd of people. Zhang Song thought that something had happened, so he let Li Mo go and walked towards the valley.

After Zhang Song left, Li Mo exhaled a long breath, his back was wet, and after thinking for a while, he went to his residence.

"Big brother, big brother, come and see, there is a living immortal here." Xiaolan kept waving at Zhang Song in the crowd.

Seeing that it was Zhang Song coming, the crowd automatically made way for him, Zhang Song walked into the crowd, and a sour smell came to his nose, and he couldn't help frowning.

In the open space surrounded by the crowd was an earthen stove, and the fire was burning brightly, and a large urn was set up on the stove, and the oil in the urn was steaming.

The people standing in the front row of the crowd of onlookers consciously maintained order, asking the people in the back row not to squeeze forward, their eyes were excited, their expressions were full of surprise and satisfaction, and there was a hint of showing off, as if they had just seen an incredible scene. The people behind squeezed forward desperately, their necks stretched out, their eyes wide open, for fear of missing something. They kept asking the people in front of them about what they had just seen.

"Big brother, that living immortal is very powerful, very, very powerful." Xiaolan felt that one was not enough to express the power, so she temporarily added two more, "He just put a small piece of iron in the hot oil pot, and when the oil boiled and boiled, the living fairy rolled up his sleeves, put his hand into the oil pot and touched it for a long time before touching the iron, and his hands were red when he touched it, but it was very magical, his hands were not injured." ”

Halfway through Xiaolan's speech, Zhang Song understood what was going on, and he was disapproving. Perhaps sensing Zhang Song's disapproval, Xiaolan raised her head, looked at Zhang Song suspiciously, and said, "Big brother, aren't the living immortals powerful?" ”

Zhang Song thought about whether to expose that person, but after thinking about it, people were just eating with this, so there was no need to be too harsh, so he touched Xiaolan's head with a smile and said, "Awesome, very powerful!" ”

Xiaolan looked at Zhang Song for a moment, as if to observe whether Zhang Song was lying, and after seeing that Zhang Song's expression was not abnormal, after thinking that the eldest brother had never deceived her, she pointed to the people around her: "It's very powerful." You see, everyone admires the living immortals. ”

Zhang Song looked at it, indeed, none of the people around him did not have admiration in their eyes, and some of them even had a little fanaticism in their eyes, and they only had the old man sitting in the middle in their eyes.

The old man's eyes were slightly closed, and he sat in the middle of the avenue out of the Green Pine Valley, beside him was the earthen stove. He had gray hair, a blue scarf, a wide soap-colored coat, surprisingly long sleeves, a black-handled white-tailed whisk in his left hand, and five fingers of his right hand were put together in a palm, palm facing down against the damp dirt in front of him.

Zhang Song glanced at it a few times, felt bored, and planned to leave.

At this time, someone shouted, "Look, look, something is growing in the dirt." ”

"Yes, yes, I see, what a plant!"

"yes, I saw that too."

"Oh my God, plants have grown in such a short period of time!"

……

Zhang Song looked fixedly, the soil in front of the old man was still nothing, and in this moment, it grew a little green. Although he knew that this must be a trick, Zhang Song still felt very surprised.

"The poor road came to this green pine valley, not to seek wealth, not to seek fame, just to see that there are nobles here, to make a good fate. If you have any doubts, you can ask. After the old man had said something, he was silent again.

Just as Zhang Song listened to the old man's words, he was surprised in his heart, and the people around him surrounded him and kept asking the old man questions.

Pressing the surprise in his heart, Zhang Song approached the old man. The old man suddenly opened his eyes, got up and lined up the crowd, and saluted Zhang Song: "I don't know that the noble man is coming, and the poor road can't be greeted from afar, forgive the sin." ”

Zhang Song frowned, smiled and replied, "I am very honored that the Taoist Master came to the disdainful land. ”

Fortunately, the old man was not exposed just now, and Zhang Song was glad in his heart.

"The poor Taoist nobles are slightly worried in the corners of their eyes, and they should be troubled by problems."

"The Taoist is as wise as a torch. I also ask the Taoist chief to solve my problems. Zhang Song respectfully pleaded with the old man.

"This is the duty of the poor road, and it is incumbent on it! Please lead the way. ”

Naturally, Zhang Song took the old man to the iron-smelting field. This was followed by a large crowd of people, who merged with the crowd that had stopped working at the ironworks, and immediately the myth spread.

By the time the myth had taken a break in the hearts of everyone present, the old man had already walked around the ironworks and looked inside the two blast furnaces.

"Evil spirits hurt people here, and there were people who were injured a few days ago." The old man said very seriously.

"There are evil spirits, so what can I do?" Liu Xiaojun and Laifu were shocked, and even the blacksmith was shocked at this time.

"It's okay, build a high platform, I'm going to cast a spell here tonight to catch ghosts." The old man looked confident.

"Blacksmith, quickly send a few people to build a high platform according to the requirements of the Dao Chief." Zhang Song hurriedly ordered the blacksmith.

Not to mention that the blacksmith sent people to be busy building a high platform, the old man here is still ordering a series of things.

"You." The old man pointed to Laifu, "What's your name, you were once injured by an evil ghost, stay here tonight and lure the evil ghost out." ”

Laifu's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he said in a trembling voice, "Can you not stay?" My injuries are not healed yet. ”

"No, you must stay, the evil spirits will recognize you, and you are the best person to attract ghosts." The old man flatly refused.

Ignoring Laifu, who was almost paralyzed by fright, the old man faced the crowd and said, "I still need a few assistants, which of you are interested in staying tonight?" ”

Wherever the old man's eyes swept, all the people lowered their heads, not daring to look at the old man, let alone take the initiative to sign up as an assistant.

No one signed up for a long time, and the old man seemed to say to Zhang Song regretfully: "Nobleman, I'm afraid this thing can't be done, there are not enough people." ”

"Dao Chief, don't worry, I'll stay and help you." Zhang Songdao.

"No, my lord, you can't take risks." The blacksmith hurriedly stopped Zhang Song.

"As long as you are careful and do what the Taoist chief ordered, there should be no danger, not only I want to stay, but you and Liu Xiaojun also have to stay."

Before the blacksmith could argue, Zhang Song waved his hand to stop: "Needless to say, there are still a few more people, you, you, and you, all stay." ”

"Okay, now that the manpower has been arranged, let's start preparing." The old man did not wait for the opposition of the few people named by Zhang Song, and immediately assigned them to do things.

Those who did not arrange to stay were soon glad to leave, and Zhang Song and those who were arranged to stay behind to help were left in the iron-smelting field.

As the sky progressed to dark, the mountain wind gradually tightened, the mountain wind blew the leaves with a loud sound, and the roar of wild beasts and the strange cries of birds were heard from the mountain, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together, which was very frightening in the valley shrouded in night.

"Okay, you reinforce the rest shed, there are a lot of planks over there, try not to leave any gaps, to prevent the evil spirits from slipping through the gaps into the rest shed." The old man took the straw label as incense, lit a few more candles, and after bowing a few times, he said to the blacksmith, Liu Xiaojun, Laifu and others who were nervously surrounding him.

The old man's usual solemnity, combined with the strange atmosphere of the valley after night, made the blacksmith, who had always been unfazed, frightened, and told everyone to strengthen the resting shed.

"Except for the nobles, everyone else go to the rest shed, close the door, and no matter what happens, you must not look out, let alone come out, or the evil spirits will find you, and I will not be able to save you." Busy until midnight, the old man commanded.

The blacksmith, Liu Xiaojun and the others hurriedly rushed to the rest shed, and after everyone came in, the blacksmith closed the shed door. The shed suddenly became pitch black, and no light could be seen through the crack in the door.

The blacksmith and the others did not dare to come out of the atmosphere in the shed, and listened attentively to the movement outside. The old man was drawing something on the wooden board that surrounded the shed, and he was reciting words as he drew it.

After that, the old man's footsteps disappeared, and there was silence outside. In the middle of the night, there was the sound of a bell and the old man chattering outside, first slowly, lowly, and then more and more urgently, more and more high-pitched.

Soon after, there was a bang, a knock, a hissing sound on the wooden planks of the shed, like several demons wandering outside, trying to find the door. The people in the shed held their heads and kept their mouths closed, not daring to move, for fear of making a little noise and alarming the evil spirits outside the shed.

"Evil ghost, not yet!" The old man snapped, followed by another mutter.

It seemed that after a few centuries, the sound of crashing and scratching on the wooden planks outside the shed slowly became quieter, and finally it was almost gone.

The old man's voice was no longer audible at this time, and there was silence in the valley.

After waiting for a long time, there was already a glimmer of light in the shed, and the blacksmith and the others carefully opened the door of the shed and looked out.

It was already dawn, and the blacksmith easily walked out of the shed.

Suddenly, the blacksmith became nervous again and shouted, "Where is the Taoist? What about the lord? ”