They were like four animals that became spirits. A big stupid cow, a sturdy watermelon worm, a fat toad, and a thin old dog.

Their names are the Four Ghosts of the Heavenly Empire, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, and they are the four most representative dog officials of my Great Celestial Empire: three ink spots, four knives, seven drunkards, and nine turtles.

Ink dot three is good at pen sticks, knife four with knife handles, drunkard seven love wine glasses, and Qian Guijiu is in charge of money bags. These four ghosts are of one heart and one mind, and they control my Great Heavenly Empire to death.

Now, with his triangular eyes slanted, the knife curled up his short and stout insect-like body, and presented the remains of Naluoshi to the crown prince:

"The minions wore the stars and the moon, did not sleep, and it took four months to finally find the Narokushi. ”

The prince looked very long, as if he was a proud red-crowned crane: "Why is it broken?"

"This stone went berserk and was smashed by me with a knife. ”

"Why does this center seem to be missing a small piece?"

"This is the heart of the stone, which has been shattered into powder by my arrows. ”

"Reward!

"Thank you, Prince!" Xiao Daosi rolled his triangular eyes: "But the slave only wants to share the worries of the prince." The wasteland of Youzhou is now crowded with refugees, and it really needs to be managed by one person. ”

The drunken drunkard Seven struggled to open his gray fish-yellow eyes: "Fourth brother, you can see this ghost place where birds don't?"

Ancient Youzhou, the place where Southern Chu perished. Twenty years ago, the war here was overwhelming and extremely fierce. It was here that the four major families of Shangguan, Yuwen, Dugu, and Lu Ting overthrew the Southern Chu Dynasty and established the current Celestial Dynasty. Since that battle, it hasn't rained in Youzhou. The curse of the Southern Chu royal family still reverberates in the land of Youzhou!

"You don't know, Seventh, it's different now. Xiao Dao Si smiled: "I don't know where the master asked for Ganlin and broke the curse of this forbidden place, and now the grass and trees grow there, and there is some oil and water......"

"Then put Jingyun Temple into the boundary of Youzhou, Ah Si, take the blood seal of the wild python, and you will serve as the pastor of Youzhou!"

- Python Talisman

Youzhou, it's late summer and early autumn. The refugees continue to reclaim the wasteland, and those buds and sweet potatoes are in harvest season. The crushed pieces have been sprinkled with chrysanthemum seeds near Youzhou Terrace, and now the chrysanthemum has entered the full flowering period, and the golden sea of flowers is covered with yellow sand, surrounding the desolate Youzhou Terrace. I don't know how many toads are hiding under the chrysanthemum leaves, croaking. At this time of abundant harvest, the piglets also arrived in Youzhou, and they hummed and rummaged around the garden for food.

A frog jumps onto a flower and bars a little flower pig. That's because the piglet was foraging for food and had just scared away the little floater he was about to catch. The frog croaked and crowed, and the little flower pig hummed and hummed. Broken and touched the back of the frog, the lion roared in Hedong, and I don't know if the treble shattered the eardrum of the toad, or the sneak attack scared the toad's heart, and the toad fell to the ground and passed out. "Roast toads and eat them!"

The little monk cut a long bamboo pole and picked a flag and planted it on the Youzhou platform, which read "Woo Lai Inn". Since then, this secluded state has accepted people from all over the world. The little monk climbed high and looked into the distance, there was a green cloud in the sky, a cloud made of sycamore leaves, it was the 80,000-year-old sycamore tree on the top of Tai'a.

On the Youzhou platform, a bonfire has been lit. Crushed toads are roasting on copper tripods. A few sycamore leaves with inscriptions fell on the ground, but I didn't expect this windy weather to blow the sycamore leaves on the edge of the mountain!

"What a fragrant smell!"

The moment the black and white phoenix fell, the world's breath was suffocated. This phoenix is even more shocking than the rumors!

"Brother Guanyue, you're here!" Shatter smiled sweetly, blew the freshly roasted toad legs, and respectfully held them to Guanyue Shichiro.

Guanyue Shichiro took the fragrant game and sniffed it: "Have you taken the spirit contract with the ghost moth?"

"Well, I have it with me, but although they are some undead, they still admit to gambling and admit defeat, and they are very trustworthy. They quit and never reappeared. ”

"All men are dead, so let the faith be worth keeping. ”

"This Youzhou is a treasure land with good weather and rain, you see how well these crops grow. Do you know when the drought in Youzhou began?" Shatter shook his head, Brother Guanyue seemed to be in high spirits today. I saw Brother Guanyue continue: "The city lord of Ancient Youzhou smiled for Concubine Bo, and the princes of the Beacon Opera overturned the sacrifice to the heavens, and since then, there has been no half drop of rain in Youzhou. This Youzhou city is surrounded by mountains on all sides, the terrain of Youzhou Terrace is unique, as long as the big tripod is placed in the middle of Youzhou Terrace, ignite the flame, the heat of the flame can promote the clouds in the sky, ask for rain in the sky. ”

"Oh, I see, thank you for packing up a new sheepfold for us. ”

The sound of the knife came from the steps, and he twisted his insect-like body, leading the four ghosts of the Heavenly Dynasty to ascend the Youzhou platform step by step. The triangular eyes shone brightly: "Refugees, listen! We are the ministers of the Celestial Empire, and we are here to save you." ”

"Yes, you bison and sheep that no one wants. You have to cultivate more land in order to create wealth for the Great Heavenly Empire. When it came to wealth, Qian Guijiu's toad eyes were as wide as copper plates, and his round belly was bouncing in the wind: "Each person per day, pay a literal head tax." Hahaha, how much is that for a month?"

"Why should you pay him?" Mo Dotsan shook his fan, and the thin old dog pointed at the knife with the severed finger that was still wrapped in a white cloth, and his eyes were full of envy: "Just because he is your parent official, the newly appointed Youzhou pastor!"

"The ...... of the world The land, is it ...... It's not the king's land. The hangover drunkard Seven staggered a sentence, he was very tall and slurred speech, like a big stupid cow. His eyes were yellow and gray: "You call him...... Master Knife. You oxen and horses have seen the blue sky...... Master, why don't you kneel down quickly?"

The refugees were so pressed that they bent their knees. Mo Dots San was in the thin fingers, pointing at the two monks, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Zhu: "You two bald heads, why don't you kneel?"

Xiao Zhang blinked his goldfish eyes and was about to kneel, but was stopped by Xiao Zhuzi. This flying bamboo shaved its head, and they really couldn't recognize it. Xiao Zhuzi smiled and asked, "Why do we kneel? We are not your minions, nor are we those lackeys who chase power." We were born in this vast land, and we should have equal access to this land. You say that you are our parents and our blue sky, so may I ask, is it your Yuwen Party that raised us, or is it our taxes that raised you Yuwen Party? What have you done for the people? Are you killing them? The Celestial Empire is fighting with Southern Chu, this is a battlefield, full of corpses and bones, a ruin, you let the lives be ruined, disasters are rampant, these people have worked hard, conquered the yellow sand, disasters, and asked for rain, but now you want to sit back and enjoy it?"

"I don't care, our Yuwen Party has the final say! You traitor! Do you want to rebel?"

"Rebellion, what about rebellion!" Shatter climbed to the top of the flagpole and raised his arms and shouted: "Big guys, take out your hoes and sickles, and drive out the blood-sucking flies!"

The refugees stood up and the crowd began to surge. The four ghosts of the Celestial Empire did not expect that the sheep would resist, and they only brought a dozen officers and soldiers. But the four ghosts of the Celestial Dynasty did not panic, and the four knives raised the python talisman in their hands.

For a while, the sky was dark, dark clouds rolled, and yin qi gathered. Those Soul Eater Moths who had signed a spiritual contract with Guanyue Shichiro and retreated to the edge of Youzhou rushed over. They screamed and roared, overwhelming the mountains and seas, as if they were about to swallow the entire Youzhou. The refugees were so frightened that they lay on their stomachs, and they buried their faces deep in the ground, trembling.

Shattered shook the spiritual deed in his hand, and asked, "General, have you forgotten our contract?"

The sky was quiet for a moment. After a long time, the Ghost Moth King flew out and explained in a painful voice:

"I'm sorry. Before the expedition, the witch queen practiced for the soldiers, and she poured the soul poison refined from the blood of the golden-winged python into the wine of all the soldiers. So even if we die, we still can't get out of it, and we still obey the orders of the python talisman made of silver fangs. ”

The four ghosts of the Celestial Empire couldn't help but cheer: "Hahaha, this is the victory of our Great Celestial Empire!"

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