[The book continues from the above, the last book mentioned that those ebony cases that Mu Qingming couldn't figure out were originally used to refine Yin Gu for the Immortal Dao. Then the neighbor in the alley, Mrs. Jiang, came to visit and sent a wedding card to Mu Qingming. led out to send Aunt Jiang away, the small courtyard of the Mu family returned to calm, and everyone in the courtyard went to their own places. Not long after, Lin Wanyin personally came to the door and handed over the invitation again, but he never thought that this time it was Bai Xi's invitation. 】

The evening breeze was blowing, and the sun was gradually setting in the west. It is said that people are in good spirits when they are happy, and Aunt Jiang has a smile on her face, turning her head slightly to look at Mo Han who is following her, and said with a smile: "Madame must appreciate the light, and come to drink a glass of happy wine when the time comes." ”。

The people in the whole alley think that Mo Han is Mu Qingming's wife, so they have always called her Mrs. In order not to be discovered, Mu Qingming and the others simply pushed the boat with the water and did not break it.

Looking at the joy on Aunt Jiang's face, Mo Han also laughed excitedly, and quipped: "This happy wine is not too much, then I will drink a few more glasses at that time, don't feel distressed, Auntie." ”。

"No, no, no." After Aunt Jiang waved her hand for a while, she said to Mu Qingming: "You must come." ”。

"Congratulations, definitely." Mu Qingming said and took the invitation she handed over, took it in his hand and looked left and right, and then asked, "I don't know which daughter of your second young master can you marry?" ”。

Aunt Jiang didn't mean to go in at all, just stood at the door, and said with a satisfied smile: "It's the young lady of the Yanshang Palace family in the east of the city." In this way, Aunt Jiang is extremely satisfied with this family business.

When it comes to the salt merchants in Kunming during the Republic of China, they are also a group of people who are powerful in the local area, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are also one of the local snakes in Kunming. They lived in the area of Sanyuanpu (now the west section of Tuodong Road in Kunming), and formed a large force in the three religions and nine streams in Kunming. At that time, salt was not something that anyone could sell if they wanted to. People who can do this kind of business like salt, not to mention rich and expensive, at least have a good family background.

This Aunt Jiang mentioned that the Gong family was one of these many salt merchants. In the huge city of Kunming, many people have bought their salt, and Mu Qingming's family has naturally bought it.

And Mu Qingming also knew that the second child of Aunt Jiang's family was also a guy in the palace family's store before. If you do a job, you can be matched by the lady of the shopkeeper, which has to be said to be an ingenious fate.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han were sincerely happy for Aunt Jiang and her son, and sincerely wished them happiness.

After chatting for a few more words, Mu Qingming insisted on inviting the eldest lady into the house to sit down, but the eldest lady politely shirked it again and again, and left quickly.

After watching her fade away in the evening darkness, Mu Qingming closed the door. After glancing at Mo Han, Qi Qi turned around and walked slowly towards the lobby.

Miao Yu and Miao Tian have finished their meal and are cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks. After Mu Qingming sat down in the main hall, he drank tea and chatted with Mo Han for a while, and then went to the study.

There were hundreds of strange books collected from several strongholds of the Immortal Dao, and he had to study them all, hoping to find any clues from them.

Miaoyu and the dragon lockers, after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, they all went back to their rooms, some went to do their homework, and some went to rest. Mu Qingming, on the other hand, sat in the brightly lit study, carefully looking at the unfolded human skin scroll on the bookcase in front of him.

The dim candle flame flickered a few times in the night breeze blowing in through the cracks in the window. Before he knew it, Mu Qingming had been in the study for an hour.

The night is deep, and the stars in the sky rise into the sky with the first quarter moon that can only be seen in the first half of the moon, dotting the clear blue night sky, trying to shed a little shimmer and moonlight.

Mu Qingming saw that on the cover of this leather scroll today, there were words written on the "Immortal Holy Sect Spirit Array" and the words written by the Eight Generations Left Protector. It can be seen that this book was written by the left protector of the Immortal Dao back then. The content of the book is full of pictures and texts, which is very rich, but the text on it is all the same as the words on the cover, which is composed of small seals. Each tattoo text is slender, the strokes are symmetrical and even, and there are no traces of the pen from the pen, and the posture is dignified and beautiful.

Mu Qingming saw that his head was big, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows; It's not that he doesn't know the small seal, it's just that the people who know this book style are already good, which shows that this book in his hand has been written for a long time. That's why he's big.

It can be seen from this that the existence of the Immortal Dao could never have been only a few hundred years. This cult may have been lurking on the land of China for a long time and has a long history of 1,000 years.

It is really not an easy task to uproot such a cult with deep roots.

After his daily homework last night, Mo Han, who made him a cup of new tea, walked in slowly with a teacup and light steps, sat down opposite him, and asked with a smile: "How much money do you think will take for this happy event of Aunt Jiang's family?" ”。

"Everyone is so familiar, give a six-piece six." Mu Qing didn't raise his eyes, stared at the books under his hand and said.

According to the rules of the time, the money given to the living Hongxi could not be given in singular. The price set by Mu Qingming is also based on this rule.

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Han, who nodded and acquiesced to his words, and asked with concern, "How have you practiced your magical powers in the past few days?" ”。

"Yun Qi can be free." Mo Han replied, pressed the saucer with his slender fingers, and pushed the saucer and teacup in front of Mu Qingming: "Drink it quickly, otherwise it will be cold for a while." ”。

Then he bowed forward slightly, and after sweeping the scroll under Mu Qingming's hand, he blinked curiously and asked, "What is written in this book you read?" ”。

"A book on all kinds of strange formations in the Immortal Dao, I've only read a dozen pages, and I haven't finished reading them all." Mu Qingming put down the scroll, moved his shoulders and neck, and then simply lifted the teacup, scraped the tea powder in the cup with the cover, blew the hot air rising inside, and took a sip gently.

The bitter tea slid through his throat and turned into an endless sweetness, making him smash it in his mouth.

"The strange array of the Immortal Dao? Scold! Mo Han pursed his lips and let out a sneer, and said disdainfully: "That should be called a trick array; Look at the grievances of those women* and dead babies, how can there be anything strange? ”。

After saying this, Mo Han bit the itchy teeth at the root of his teeth and creaked; Since Mei Xiang's death, her hatred for the Immortal Dao was by no means weaker than that of Mu Qingming.

Mu Qingming didn't smile, just nodded silently, agreeing with Mo Han's statement.

Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became heavy, Mo Han hurriedly changed the topic and asked, "I haven't asked you, when did the dragon lock people start to exist?" Anyway, you don't read books now, so tell me about it. ”。

Mu Qingming, who was carrying the teacup, raised his eyes and glanced at her, then smiled and said, "If you want me to tell a story, then why do you have to have a little snack?" ”。

Mo Han then got up with a slight chin and walked out of the study without saying a word. After a while, he turned around and returned, already holding two lotus-leaf-style high-foot plates in his hands, on which were the eight pieces of Yunnan dim sum hard-shell ham cake and washed sand white crisp.

"Our ancestors once followed King Yu to control the water, govern the rivers, lakes and seas, fight the black Jiao and kill the evil dragon, and also made great contributions to the establishment of the Xia Dynasty, so we call the dragon lock people." After she sat down opposite her again, Mu Qingming slowly spoke, telling the history of the dragon lockers: "After King Yu dominated China, the dragon lockers and warlocks were named heroes, and the power leaned towards the government and the opposition to cover the sky with one hand. After the death of King Yu, Prince Qi became a great treasure, but the power of the dragon and the power of nature became a thorn in the eye of King Xia. Xia Qi began to clear and encircle and suppress the dragon lockers. Framing and slander ensued, and our ancestors shed blood in a few years. ”。

Speaking of this, Mu Qingming suddenly paused, and his eyes darkened a little; Mo Han, who could listen attentively, was also stunned after taking a bite of the pastry, and asked after a while, "Why?" ”。

"Because Xia Qi wants to firmly concentrate power in his hands, the dragon lockers who are highly skilled must die. Under the large-scale purge, the dragon lock people were also completely erased from history, so the credit for controlling the water belongs to King Yu. Mu Qingming spoke again, and said lightly in a gentle tone: "Only a small number of dragon lockers survived and retired to the deep mountains and old forests, and since then they have established a family rule that they will not fight with the people or officials, and they will not be allowed to become officials in future generations. ”。

"I see." Mo Han, who suddenly came to his senses, bowed his head slightly thoughtfully, and then scolded indignantly: "But he Xia Qi also went too far, right?" ”。

"No, all the victors are not clean, and it is normal for him to use some means in order to ensure the consolidation of power." Mu Qingming's face was calm, and he even understood what Xia Qi meant, and said slowly: "At that time, the dragon lock people not only had strange skills, but also were always arrogant, and even interfered in Xia Qi's family affairs; No monarch would leave behind a group of people who threatened his position. ”。

The night breeze blew and blew the candles on the lampstand flickering a few times; Mo Han pondered silently, and only said after a long time: "Then you still don't want to cooperate with Zhao Liang, you are much more capable than him, what if he becomes another Xia Qi that day?" ”。

As he spoke, a little worry appeared between his frowning brows.

"No, he's not a ruler." Mu Qingming smiled disappreciatively, and said, "And he doesn't have that much ambition, so we can cooperate sincerely." ”。

He had just finished speaking, and when Mo Han was about to refute, there was another knock outside the courtyard gate, interrupting them.

Then the two of them turned their heads together and looked in the direction of the gate, Mu Qingming was just stunned, and muttered: "It's so late, who will it be?" Then he stood up.

Together with Mo Han, he walked out of the study with a little confusion and walked towards the courtyard gate.

As soon as the door opened, through the faint light emitted from the lantern hanging high above the door, two people from the Lin Mansion could be seen standing at the door with Lin Wanyin in their arms.

Mu Qing looked at it and saw that Lin Wanyin's complexion was much better, but his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were red, as if he had cried, and hurriedly asked, "Young Master Lin, what's wrong?" ”。

Lin Wanyin heard him ask, and immediately choked up, Mu Qingming, who didn't know the reason, was a little overwhelmed by his choking, and hurriedly turned sideways and got out of the way, and said, "Come in and talk slowly, what's going on?" ”。

"No, Young Master Mu, my father passed away two days ago." Lin Wanyin, who took out a blank paper invitation, immediately had tears of sadness in his eyes, sliding out of the corners of his eyes.

How did Lin Shixuan die? Could it have something to do with the Immortal Dao? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[Eight pieces of dim sum in Yunnan of Suolongren Small Theater - it is a Kunming-style pastry, which is made of raw materials with local characteristics and carefully configured by the traditional "two-sided fire" baking process. Each box contains eight pieces, there are eight varieties and eight flavors, so it is called "Yunnan Eight Pieces". There are hard-shell ham cakes, washed sand white crisps, crystal crisps, hemp kernel crisps, rose crisps, Wu Ren crisps, chicken brown crisps, and ham kohlrabi crisps. 】