"Wang Baihu, this glass of wine is for everyone, you can't shirk it."

"How dare you dare to be lowly in your position."

Wang Sheng sat at the bottom, looking a little restrained. As he spoke, he drank down his glass and shook the bottom of the empty glass to the people at the table.

There was a loud commotion on the table.

"Good! Then this cup is what I respect you, and you can't shirk it. ”

The person who raised a glass to him was a middle-aged man wearing green soap and a red face, this was his top boss, a thousand household chiefs surnamed Zuo in the Yamen.

When Wang Sheng first came to Jiaozhou, he was arranged to fill the vacancy under Zuo Qianhu. According to the rules, all the officials of the Yamen should go to his house to drink a meal, and run errands together in the future, not brothers, but like brothers.

But Li Yan's mention of Wang Sheng can be said to hit the nail on the head.

Wang Sheng moved right from Tongzhou, and went to the Yamen of Shandong for no reason, which naturally attracted people's jealousy.

Let's not talk about the position of this hundred households, how many people are staring at the Yamen, just talking about Wang Sheng, the top boss Zuo Qianhu, he was originally going to the peak, and he promoted his nephew to make up for this shortage, and as soon as Wang Sheng came, his nephew's recommendation was naturally in vain.

It is no wonder that this Zuo Qianhu went to Wang Sheng's house and found an excuse to pour him wine, which was nothing more than to put on small shoes for Wang Sheng and send out evil fire.

Wang Sheng looked at the full wine glass and hesitated for a while.

He didn't drink badly, but in the past few days, he always felt chest tightness and tinnitus, so he went to the pharmacy and grabbed two doses of medicine to remove the fire, Lang Zhong told him not to get drunk, but Zuo Qianhu was aggressive on the table, and he really couldn't shirk it.

"What, don't you give me this face?"

Zuo Qianhu stretched a face.

Wang Shengqiang said with a smile: "Where is Lord Zuo, it is that my humble body has not been very comfortable in the past two days, and I have grabbed a few taboo Chinese medicines, and I really can't drink more of this wine." ”

"How?" Zuo Qianhu swept the three or four empty wine jars on the table: "Only one of us at the table drank this." ”

"That's it, that's it."

"Brother Wang doesn't give my brother a few faces, he doesn't even want to drink a few glasses of wine, I know, Brother Wang was transferred from Tongzhou, I don't know, I thought the capital was decentralized, and the shelf was big."

Someone next to him immediately fanned the flames in a weird way.

Wang Sheng glanced at the man, and said jokingly: "What Mr. Shao Qi said is not right, the newly appointed Governor Huang of our Yamen is a native of the capital, are you implying that he is an old man?" ”

The man was speechless for a while, and then said, "I didn't mean that." ”

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding." Wang Sheng uncovered this stubble, and said: "Zuo Qianhu's wine, naturally, I want to drink, I just hope that brother Haihan, I have been in poor health for the past two days, and after drinking this cup, I really can't drink it anymore." ”

He glanced at the wine glass, poured it hard, only to feel a spicy rush from the esophagus into the lower abdomen, he resisted the discomfort, and showed the wine glass to everyone.

Before Zuo Qianhu could say anything, he found that Wang Sheng's face suddenly turned pale, beads of sweat the size of beans fell, and a stream of red blood flowed out of his nostrils.

He was shocked: "Eh, what's the matter! ”

When Chang~

The wine glass fell to the ground, Wang Sheng's brain boomed, everything in front of him slowly twisted, and the nostrils and mouth, hot wine and blood gushed out at the same time.

……

The jet-black horse's hooves crushed a white camellia on the side of the road, and between the legs and limbs of their strong legs, they raised yellow dust.

Three horses were galloping on the official road, and the mounds and thorns on the side of the road kept retreating.

"Phew~"

Li Yan pulled the reins of the horse and told Feilei to slow down. Then he frowned and said to Zhang Zhutou, who could catch up with him.

"If we really can't find manpower, we will either take the land route to avoid the pig dragon on the water, or we will send a sailor to escort them by Da Songwei, and they will eat the official money, and they can't shirk it."

Da Songwei is one of the 24 guards in Shandong, and has jurisdiction over thousands of local households in Jiaozhou.

If Chen Yuewu couldn't help, Li Yan could only pick out the manpower from the Shandong Navy Division and sail for himself.

Zhang Zhutou responded carefully, he couldn't intervene in this kind of thing, and then let Da Songwei's people have a fight with this calm master.

As Li Yan was speaking, he felt the sword box behind him suddenly slammed, as if there were more than a dozen live fish about to jump out of it.

He took off the sword box from behind his back and opened it with a brass buckle.

Without waiting for the flags to run around, Li Yan put his big hands together from left to right, stacked the dragon and tiger flags and pressed them under his palms.

Li Yan observed carefully and found that those flags occupied by gold were trembling very wildly, and ordinary strong men were afraid that their whole bodies would not be able to suppress them.

As for the flag, which was almost entirely occupied by blood red, it lay silently in the sword box.

He smiled and said to Zhang Zhutou: "I came all the way from Quang Ninh, and I didn't have a day of peace." But since the fight to Jiaozhou, there are fewer demons and evils, and Shandong is worthy of being the hometown of saints. ”

Li Yan didn't wait for Zhang Zhutou to answer, but looked at the surrounding wilderness and asked Zhang Zhutou: "When we came, didn't we take this road?" ”

"Ah, no, let's go out, just go back in a whole circle, this road is close."

Li Yan nodded: "I said I haven't seen the temple on the side of the road." ”

Li Yan was referring to a Yechenghuang temple next to the official road, the door of which was empty and covered with dust. Surrounded by pitch-black gourd vines and various weeds, a piece is missing from the yellow-painted faded plaque, and only one word can be seen.

"What kind of temple is this?"

Cha Xiaodao asked.

"The City God Temple, there was in the previous dynasty, it seems to be a sacrifice to which martial artist will come, and it will be deserted for more than 20 years."

Li Yan smiled and said: "Passing by is fate, let's go in and go to the pillar incense?" ”

He looked at the other two.

"Ah, this ......" Zhang Zhutou instinctively refused: "This temple is deserted, and the gods also love the magnificent, how can they be pure?" In this place, the city god has a spirit, and he also dislikes it. ”

"This temple is not deserted, there are footprints around it."

Check the tip of the knife and conclude in one bite.

Li Yan buckled the sword box, turned over and dismounted, and stepped on the weeds and tree roots to walk towards the City God Temple.

Sure enough, when Li Yan arrived at the gate of the temple, the ten golden flags made even more trouble in the sword box.

Cha Xiaodao walked up to him, and the two pushed the door and entered.

Unexpectedly speaking, this deserted temple covered with weeds on the outside, but inside did not want to be ruined as Li Yan imagined, although empty, but very clean, the golden armor god on the shrine will be mottled everywhere, even the head has been cut off, and there are still some shriveled melons, fruits and pastries in front of the incense case. The incense of the jar has been burned, and there are ashes in it. A simple magic thing, but it is still complete.

As you can see, it's always cleaned.

But other than that, there's nothing out of the ordinary.