Jiangtian twilight snow, 800 caves,

When you come to Dongting Lake, you will inevitably go to Baling, Baling is the cradle of Jingchu culture, for thousands of years, the land of Baling has produced many sages, literati and ink writers are bustling, and the literary style is never lost to the south of the Yangtze River.

Amid the shouts of the boatmen, an empty merchant ship docked, and three people came down from above.

"It's so comfortable." Zhao Xian stretched his waist fiercely, the broken ship was about to toss and vomit, and he looked left and right in the direction of Yueyang Tower, and he didn't know whether the famous building was repaired in this era.

Although the fifteenth day of the first lunar month has passed, the lanterns of the Lantern Festival have not ended. It is at the beginning of the spring of the year, when everything recovers, people who have been dormant for a winter begin to go out for activities, which is more lively than the Spring Festival.

Zhao Xian and Yijun entered the city, Yijun looked at the beautiful scenery on the street, and sighed slightly: "Starting from the seventh day of the first month, until now, we have traveled for more than a dozen nights, and before we know it, the Lantern Festival has passed." ”

Other people's Lantern Festival is a family reunion, and she is harmonious and beautiful, but she has stayed on the boat for so many days, which is really hard enough.

Zhao Xian's injury is also a little nostalgic, he used to be with Huayu, how fun it was for the two of them to make tangyuan, but now I don't know when I can find her, during the Lantern Festival, Huayu is afraid that she is also stunned by the white glutinous rice balls in the bowl, tears dripping into the bowl, her crying surname must be like that.

"Yijun, let's find a place to eat glutinous rice balls today, I'm a little hungry, I'll treat you." Putting aside the thoughts in his heart, Zhao Xian smiled generously and invited the master and apprentice.

"You know how to eat!" Seeing Zhao Xian's unbearable hunger and thirst, Yijun said lightly: "When you arrive in Kyoto, it's enough for you to die." ”

This girl is getting more and more unruly, and she actually spoke to me like this, Zhao Xian glanced at her full buttocks threateningly, if it weren't for the presence of Sister Su, he would have done it.

Yijun raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Zhao Xian with a coquettish smile and apricot eyes, with the presence of her master, she didn't care about Zhao Xian's threat at all.

The three of them walked not far away, Zhao Xian suddenly heard a commotion in front of him, looked up, and saw that the people in front of him followed behind a Taoist priest in a green robe, and walked towards the street with a respectful face.

The Taoist crane has a white beard, a fairy face, a wooden sword in his left hand, a soul bell in his right hand, and slowly walks forward with a figure-eight step, which really has a bit of the taste of fairy wind bones.

What an old god, Zhao Xian was curious, pulled over a kid who joined in the fun, and asked, "Little brother, what is this person doing?" ”

The person who was pulled was dissatisfied, but when he turned around, he saw an elbow thicker than his thigh, and he couldn't help swallowing and spitting: "This is Wang Lao Dao who was invited from the east of the city to get rid of ghosts." ”

Ghost removal? Zhao Xian looked surprised, but he was relieved when he thought about it, it was normal to believe in ghosts and gods in this era, I am afraid that somewhere is haunted.

Zhao Xian thought about it so much, and asked strangely: "I don't know which place is haunted, what kind of ghost is haunted?" ”

The kid saw that Zhao Xian was dressed ordinarily, not like a person with great ability, so he shook his head and said: "You don't understand it, it's something that only immortal Taoists know, and it won't help if you tell you." ”

Just kidding, how can I say that I also have thousands of years of knowledge as a backing, isn't it just a little trick in the ghost eradication, can it be difficult for me Zhao Dacai?

Zhao Xian tidied up his clothes, and said with an unfathomable smile: "This son can also get rid of ghosts, and the Tao is definitely stronger than that Taoist, so let me take a look." ”

"This doesn't care about the decent appearance, and he still calls himself a son, and it's almost the same as a disciple." Su Wanyun saw that Zhao Xian was looking for trouble again, shook her head and sighed gently, and walked to the side to enjoy the scenery.

Yijun likes to be lively, and when he heard about this, he was also quite interested in Zhao Xian and listened carefully.

"You're going to get rid of ghosts too?" The onlookers turned around and saw that Yijun was not an ordinary woman wearing mink and velvet, while Zhao Xian was robed in green clothes and was sturdy, and said that he was the guard who protected Yijun, and couldn't help but laugh shamefully: "This big thing of eliminating ghosts was done by the gods, what are you doing with a stupid big man?" ”

Silly big guy? Zhao Xian hated this title the most, rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the collar of the person who spoke: "Don't talk nonsense, do you say it or not?" ”

Yijun was depressed for a while, and hurriedly pulled Zhao Xian's sleeve to tell him not to move, this place is not far from the feet of the Son of Heaven, and he will be the eldest young master of the An family in the future, so if he can beat people with his own hands, if he wants to fight, he has to call someone to take action.

"I say I say, you tap." The hero doesn't eat the loss in front of him, and when he saw Zhao Xian saying that he would do it, the man hurriedly smiled and said: "Last month, Lao Chen, the fisherman of Nanhu, was drowned in his own fish pond, Lao Chen's surname is one of the best in Nanhu, and he has grown up in the water all his life. ”

Haunted feet? Zhao Xian frowned slightly, whether it was ancient or modern, there were not a few people who died on it, most of them were in the water with algae and iron hooks hanging clothes, causing people to be unable to float and drown in the water.

But before Zhao Xian could finish thinking about it, the man continued; "The villagers thought they were entangled in the algae in the water, but Lao Huang said that it was moving, and its strength was greater than that of a person, but it was cold and cold and did not look like a living thing, so it was guessed that it was a drowning water ghost, and it couldn't be reborn here to harm people."

Zhao Xian frowned when he heard this, this matter seemed to be beyond his cognition, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart, and followed over.

Yijun has always been respectful of ghosts and gods, and when he saw that Zhao Xian was also going to join in the fun, he couldn't help but pull him: "Zhao Xian, let's go back, please be less involved in this kind of thing." ”

"You still don't believe in me." Zhao Xian hooked his long hair, showed a confident smile, and ignored the advice and followed.

"Strong." Yijun glared at him angrily, but he couldn't stop the curiosity in his heart, and followed Zhao Xian's footsteps.

After a while, a group of people followed behind the Taoist priest and slowly came to a corner of the South Lake.

At this time, the water surface is calm and quiet, the green mountains and clear water are connected, there is not a single boat on the lake, everyone is around the shore to probe their brains and watch, and a few cries can be faintly heard.

Zhao Xian followed the sound and saw a group of people wearing linen and filial piety standing next to Nanhu, and a person in an official robe frowned and asked, constantly comforting everyone.

An old man sitting on the ground next to him, his pants rolled up to reveal his calf, a female doctor in plain clothes, who was studying the injury on the old man's leg with the little medicine boy next to him, and a well-dressed scholar, frowning and obviously feeling a little disgusting.

Zhao Xian sat down and looked up, but saw that the old man's calf was black and swollen, and the entire calf was twisted and deformed, and it seemed that the bones were broken, but there was no wound outside, not even ordinary abrasions.

"Let me take a look." Zhao Xian was puzzled, so he squatted down and squeezed the doctor away, raised his hand and gently touched the old man's leg, carefully observing the traces on it.

The female doctor was pushed by Zhao Xian and staggered, and she hurriedly stood up in surprise, looking at Zhao Xian with an unhappy face.

The scholar next to him was also furious, and hurriedly said to the doctor: "Don't be surprised by the Wind Imperial Doctor, Xiao Sheng will drive this person away immediately." ”

The county magistrate was also very angry when he saw this, although he was only a royal doctor, but he was also a figure who could see the emperor, he provoked it there, and he didn't know where he came from, so he didn't know how to lift up.

"Aunt Feng?" Suddenly, a coquettish cry came from behind and stopped everyone.

Yijun ran over in surprise and said happily: "Aunt Feng, are you here too?" ”

The scholar looked back, but saw that it was a beautiful girl in a red dress, and his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

Seeing that it was Yijun, the Wind Imperial Doctor couldn't help but raise his eyes in surprise and said, "Yijun? Didn't you go to Gangnam and come back so soon? ”

"yes!" Yijun saw Zhao Xian's rude actions just now, and said embarrassedly: "This person is a friend of mine, he is a little reckless when he is curious, don't be surprised." ”

Seeing that Zhao Xian was skilled in his movements, he didn't stop it, turned around and smiled at Yijun: "I heard your mother talk about you a few days ago, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon, and I have time to go back to accompany your mother, she has been in a trance these days and has lost her appetite, she should have something on her mind." ”

When Imperial Doctor Feng talked about Mrs. An, there was a sudden strangeness in her eyes, as if she was embarrassed to say something about Mrs. An, and she didn't even dare to let Yijun find out.

Yijun didn't notice the discoloration in Imperial Doctor Feng's eyes, but Mrs. An missed her, so she nodded, looked at the old man sitting on the side, and asked strangely, "Aunt Feng, what's going on with this person's legs?" ”

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