Zhao Qian replied in a trembling voice: "It's me." You, you, who are you? ”

The Taoist priest said in a low voice: "Protecting the country is like the wind." ”

After speaking, the Taoist priest took a step forward, and suddenly showed a hideous look on his face, and said to Zhao Qian in a vicious tone: "Prime Minister Li, now that the capital of the dynasty has been lost, and the national disaster is at the head, how can you still lie here?" ”

Zhao Qian said in fear: "You, how are you going?" ”

"Hey, hey!" The Taoist priest sneered twice and said: "Back then, I recommended the Lotus Illusion to you, but you ignored it and imprisoned me, misleading the country and the people, it is really a crime that deserves death!" How about letting you see the power of this lotus illusion now?! As soon as the Taoist priest spoke, he danced with his hands and feet, and the posture was very strange.

For a while, the outside of the house was wildly enlarged, flying sand and stones, lightning and thunder, followed by a thunderclap, a thunderbolt pierced the night sky, broke through the window paper, and went straight towards Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian exclaimed: "My life is over!" "Turning over and sitting up from the bed kang turned out to be a nightmare.

Cold sweat soaked the sweat on Zhao Qian's body, Zhao Qian sat on the bed kang, stabilized his mind, what was frightening was that a strong wind blew outside the window, accompanied by a dull thunder in the sky, and the bean-sized rain hit the window lattice, making a "pop, pop" sound.

Zhao Qian touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and he didn't know if he was still in a dream, but he saw a black figure standing straight at the door of the black hole.

Zhao Qian, who was frightened, couldn't help but shout in fright: "Ah! Who is that? ”

The man seemed to be taken aback by Zhao Qian's shout, and replied tremblingly: "Prime Minister, it's me, Zhao ...... Zhao Xi. ”

Zhao Qian heard that it was Zhao Xi's voice, and his heart was just a little calm, when he suddenly heard a "bang", and the door of the outer room opened.

Both of them thought that the door of the outer room had forgotten to close and was blown open by the wind, but unexpectedly, a figure broke in with a gust of wind, and just as a lightning bolt lit up, they saw the steel knife in the man's hand shining brightly.

Zhao Qian and Zhao Xi were so frightened that they retreated to one place and exclaimed in unison: "Who? ”

But I heard the man say in a deep voice: "Don't panic! It's me! ”

Zhao Qian and Zhao Xi both heard that it was Zhang Qian, so they each breathed a sigh of relief, and only heard Zhao Qian say: "General Zhang, why did you run into the house with a knife?" ”

"I heard movement in the house just now, and I was afraid that some thieves would harm each other. It's okay, it's okay. That one hurriedly put away the knife before and replied in a loud voice.

"Ah, Holy Lord, you don't sleep at night, what are you doing in my house?" Zhao Qian asked Zhao Xidao in a low voice.

"Alas! I also want to sleep, but from time to time I am harassed by mosquitoes, and I can't sleep peacefully. Zhao Xi said.

"Ah, that's right. I went to sleep as much as I could, but I forgot about it, and the Holy One waited. With that, he got up and got out of bed, picked up an oil lamp, and ran into the east side room of the courtyard under the raindrops the size of beans.

Zhao Qian lit the oil lamp, and by the faint light, he took out a few mosquito repellent sachets from a large package, and was just about to leave, when suddenly something rolled down from the package to the ground with a "clang".

Zhao Qian bent down to pick it up, but it was a short knife, drawn out of the sheath, with the light, but saw that the dangling knife body was inlaid with a flying dragon, spraying clouds and spitting mist, lifelike, very exquisite.

Zhao Qian thought for a while, then put the knife into the sheath and took it out.

Now the identities of these three mysterious guests are very clear, yes, Zhao Xi is the emperor of the old dynasty Zhao Jiangxi, Zhao Qian is the prime minister of the dynasty Li Qian, and that strong man Zhang was the commander of the imperial guard Zhang Jin before.

Li Qian handed the sachet and the short knife to Zhao Jiangxi, and Zhao Jiangxi asked, "What do you want to do with this knife for me?" ”

Li Qian lowered his voice and said, "Defend yourself." ”

The rain stopped for some time, and the morning sun shone through the thin clouds, and the weather was much cooler.

Xiao Zhuzi came to the house early in the morning with a big bag of pancakes and fruits, probably because of the tossing all night last night, Li Qian and Zhang Jin were still sleeping soundly in the house, only Zhao Jiangxi got up early, and when he saw Xiao Zhuzi carrying pancakes and fruits, he lowered his voice and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you!" Thanks a lot! How embarrassing is that? Wait for me to take two pieces of silver from you. ”

Then Zhao Jiangxi put his finger on his lips and made a silent movement, and tiptoed towards Li Qian's room, but was stopped by the small bolt, waved his hand again and again and whispered: "You don't have to be polite, it was Brother Wen who asked me to send it, and I don't need silver taels." ”

Zhao Jiangxi said in a low voice: "How can that be?" Shall I eat your for nothing? ”

The little bolt said: "Since you have arrived in our village, you are a family, so you don't have to be polite." ”

Zhao Jiangxi approached the little bolt and asked, "Let me ask you, is there a restaurant hotel in our village?" ”

Xiao Zhuzi said: "Where did you come from the restaurant hotel, but there are a few small restaurant restaurants, but it is not as good as the county town." ”

Zhao Jiangxi said again: "I'll bother you to take me around later?" ”

The little bolt said: "What's not to worry about, I'll come back and accompany you later." ”

With that, he put the pancakes on the table, turned around and left.

The morning passed in a flash, and Xiao Zhuzi accompanied Zhao Jiangxi to walk around Xiaoshi Village, and finally came to the bank of the Xiaonan River.

"What's on the other side of the river? I think there are people living there, too. Zhao Jiangxi looked at the wisps of cooking smoke rising on the other side of the river and asked with some curiosity.

"Oh, you said there, there were no people on the other side of the river, but then there was a war, and a lot of refugees came to the village, so they settled there. Some have cultivated new farmland there, while others have made a living from fishing. The little bolt said.

"Why didn't there be anyone on the other side of the strait before?" Zhao Jiangxi asked a little puzzled.

"Because there's the Grand Canyon." Small plug road.

"The Grand Canyon?" Zhao Jiangxi became more and more confused.

"Ah, the Grand Canyon! On the other side of the river further south is a long, narrow canyon that can never be entered, stretching to the southernmost point, and no one knows where it ends. The little bolt pointed to the distance.

"Moreover, there are no people in the canyon except for patches of primeval forest, but there are wild wolves and other wild beasts, and I have heard that there are ......," continued the little bolt.

At this point, the little bolt suddenly stopped.

Zhao Jiangxi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" What else? ”

The little bolt looked at the quietly flowing river and said faintly, "I heard that there are ghosts who have appeared." ”

"Ghosts? How can there be ghosts? You just said that there are ghosts on the rocky hills of the West Mountain, and there are ghosts in the Grand Canyon here, where did this small stone village come from so many ghosts? Zhao Jiangxi suddenly became a little nervous and curious, so he asked a series of questions.

"I haven't seen it either, it's just a legend in the village. Still, you know what? Brother Wen, they have seen it with their own eyes. The little bolt said seriously.

"Oh, what's going on? Tell me about it. Zhao Jiangxi asked more and more curiously.

"A few years ago, Brother Wen and a few people in the village went into the Grand Canyon, and I was going to go with them, but my father and mother didn't agree to me going, because I heard the old people in the village say that some people have entered the Grand Canyon in the past, but they can get in and can't get out. No one could come back alive, so my father and mother stopped me alive and dead. The little bolt said.

"Later, if I really went for several days, I didn't see anyone come back, and everyone was very anxious, thinking that they would never come back." At this point, the little bolt paused again, and once again stared at the river, as if caught in a deep memory of the past.

"And then?" Zhao Jiangxi asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing Xiao Bolt's seemingly obsessed thoughts.

"Just when everyone was very worried, a gang of thieves came to the village, and the villagers crossed the river to hide on the south bank, and my parents were reluctant to leave the old house, and they all suffered misfortune." When the little plug said this, his eyes were moist.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be like this, it reminded you of something sad." Zhao Jiangxi comforted softly.

"Ah, nothing, it's all gone." The little plug calmed down for a moment, and then said:

At this time, many people in the village thought that Brother Wen and the others were the same as the people who disappeared in the past. Only Aunt Wen, as well as Sister Lin Hong and a few other people, firmly believe that Brother Wen will definitely come back, because they know that Brother Wen is a person who believes in his word, and he said that if he wants to come back, he will definitely come back. There were still tears in the little bolt's eyes.

"Every evening and early morning, as long as they are free, Aunt Wen and Sister Lin Hong will always come to the mouth of the canyon to wait for their return. One day it was raining at dusk, Wen Mu ignored the rain, still waited at the mouth of the canyon with everyone, and sure enough, she saw three figures appear in the rain and fog...... "Xiao Bolt is not a person who likes to talk, but this time somehow, it is like opening the chatterbox, and she will tell the strange things of Wen Yinan and the others exploring the Grand Canyon again."

Zhao Jiangxi listened to the past stories told by the little bolt, holding the short knife hanging from his waist, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart.

The little bolt saw that the curved style of the short knife was very peculiar, and he couldn't help but look at it twice.