Following.

Autumn is high and cool, and the fallen leaves are yellow.

A ray of morning light reflected the golden leaves all over the city, and the vendors swept their doors.

A fast horse galloped down the street with few pedestrians and stopped in front of the Red King's Mansion.

"I'm Xi'er, open the door quickly, I have something important to report to the Red King!"

In the Disaster Prevention Bureau, the Red King has already become half of the shopkeeper, and Chang Shie can't be contacted, so Xi'er hurriedly went straight to the Red King's Mansion.

Xi'er, who has been a gold medal undercover agent for many years, is familiar with the layout of the Red King's Mansion, and after the next person opened the door, Xi'er went straight to the living room and waited for the Red King restlessly.

Dressed in a wide gold-silk robe, with one hand on the placket, the Red King walked out from behind in a lazy posture, yawning. Xi'er saw the slightly haggard face of the Red King, and couldn't help but be stunned, thinking to herself why the Red King went last night, looking like he was squeezed and sucked clean.

"Sir, your everlasting Erat?"

Xi'er looked away from the Red King's well-defined pectoral muscles with difficulty, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked calmly.

"Uh......"

Zheng Xiu touched his waist, patted his head, and Chang Shihua fell into Fengbei's room.

He asked, "What is the matter in the early morning?" ”

When Xi'er heard this, she cleaned up her mood, her face was pale, and when she said what she meant, she lowered her voice, as if whispering, and said, "Master, Xi'er is suspicious...... There are ghosts in the Disaster Prevention Bureau. ”

"Oh? Elaborate. ”

Zheng Xiu sat in the chair with a bold face, his back straight, and his expression was not angry and arrogant. At this time, the sensible Jing Xuemei had already made tea, walked out from behind the screen, and served it to the table.

The Red King blew three times and lifted it three times, glanced at the tip of the tea leaves floating on the surface, and took a sip.

Xi'er worriedly told the "big event" that happened last night.

"Master, there was a terrifying commotion in the suburbs last night."

"A demonic blood light rose into the sky, followed by a continuous earthquake and mountain shaking."

Xi'er painted the scene of "hula rushing to the sky" with her hands.

"When Xi'er learned about this, she immediately swished to investigate."

"It's Fengzhu's former residence."

"There was still half a bald mountain there, but now it has been razed to the ground!"

"There are many mountains near the capital, don't smash it elsewhere, but smash Fengzhu's hometown? Something must be wrong! ”

"Humph! Not many people know about the original location, and now that Fengzhu's hometown has been hit hard again, Xi'er suspects that this is a premeditated provocation! ”

"Someone wants to be bad for Feng Zhu!"

"This is a demonstration! It must have been the work of the ghosts in the Disaster Prevention Bureau! ”

Xi'er said it in one breath, but the Red King, who was sitting on the top seat, squirted out a mouthful of hot tea with a "poof". Whew~ all sprayed on Xi'er's face.

Xi'er looked confused, and she couldn't even bother to wipe the tea stains on her face, thinking and thinking in her heart. Ahh Could it be that the Red King suspects that Xi'er is an inner ghost? Not really, right? Or does the Red King have an opinion about Xi'er? Remind Xi'er in this way?

"This matter ......" Zheng Xiu coughed lightly twice and put down the teacup: "Don't bother with it." ”

Xi'er was puzzled, wiping the water that had been sprayed on her face, and wondered, "Why don't you bother with it?" ”

"This king said that if you don't have to pay attention to it, you don't have to pay attention to it, who will be too idle to smash Fengbei's home? It must be an earthquake, or a meteorite falling from the sky in the middle of the night that smashed the mountains of Fengbei, that's all, there is no need to delve into it. ”

"Sir...... Why do you look so embarrassed? ”

"Not embarrassed, not embarrassed."

Because Xi'er suspected that there was an "inner ghost", she skipped the process and handed over the case directly to the Red King's Mansion.

The Red King closed the case quickly, and in front of Xi'er, he issued an announcement with Chang Shihui, publicly praised Xi'er's diligence and dedication, and promised to send 500 taels of silver as a performance commission.

There was an uproar in the Disaster Prevention Bureau.

It was the first time that the Red King had been publicly praised since the establishment of the Disaster Prevention Bureau.

Xi'er Meizizi.

Zheng Xiu thinks it's nothing, as a leader, occasionally giving his subordinates some dates can stimulate other people's enthusiasm for work, and it is beneficial and harmless.

Before Xi'er left, Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered something and called Xi'er: "The dress in Fengbei last night, but you cut it yourself?" ”

Xi'er nodded.

"Ahem, thin as cicada wings, smooth as skin, not bad." Zheng Xiu reminded: "With this kind of craftsmanship, you can try to make a pair of socks." ”

"Socks?" Xi'er was stunned when she heard this: "What socks?" ”

Zheng Xiu lowered his voice to remind one or two to stimulate Xi'er's inspiration.

When Xi'er heard this, she suddenly realized, like an empowerment. Zheng Xiu's reminder made her think of the new possibility of the [Cutting Niang] doorway, and she didn't even care about polite words, and left in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry to go back to Buzhuang to try the idea of the Red King, make some socks or something.

She had a strong premonition that once the "socks" mentioned by the Red King came out, once they were sought after by the ladies and girls of the city, she would be able to take a leap forward in the doorway.

A small step for socks is a big step for her!

Xi'er walked quickly, and Zheng Xiu didn't have time to say the color and fishing net he wanted, and when he saw that everyone was gone, he could only give up and see if he could make it.

As for who to wear, there is no need for Zheng Xiu to worry.

Walking back to the wing, Zheng Xiu nodded secretly, this is for Xi'er's promotion, there is no other meaning.

Tailoring mothers, we need to continue to innovate and climb the peak bravely in order to become bigger and stronger.

Recalling the fierce battle on the mountain last night, Zheng Xiu still had palpitations.

He gestured with his hands in front of him, reminiscing about the feeling of his hands twisting their flesh and blood into a "chainsaw".

If it weren't for his own experience, Zheng Xiu couldn't believe that the so-called [Claws of the Abyss] actually turned two hands into "chainsaws", two huge chainsaws nearly three feet long, turning with sneer.

The wounds left by the [Abyss Claw] are not healable and will always be in a state of "bleeding", unless Zheng Xiu cancels the incarnation.

Last night, Zheng Xiu and Fengbei had a real fire, Fengbei slapped the mountain peak into pieces, in the ruins, the two hammered each other, Zheng Xiu's eyes were red, until his chainsaw almost fell on Fengbei's back, and a moment of Qingming made Zheng Xiu stop.

"If there was no 'Frenzy Invasion', it would be a perfect incarnation." Zheng Xiu secretly blamed himself, but after thinking about it, isn't [crazy] an alternative restriction?

Follow the "rules" and obey the "restrictions", this is what the path thaumaturgy should look like.

Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered Jiang Gaoyi, although Jiang Gaoyi said that he had stepped into the [official] path for a while and comprehended the ability to "observe words and colors", but he was dedicated to being an official and did not further develop his own thaumaturgy, only the rules had no restrictions, resulting in Jiang Gaoyi until now, except for being able to read other people's micro-expressions, he has never shown anything special.

"Even if it's the same way, or even the same person, different thaumaturgy will be born depending on the way of development. Even if there are only subtle differences between rules and restrictions, the final result is likely to be very different. ”

Zheng Xiu believes that although his understanding of the "doorway" is not thorough, he also knows more than many people. Most of the strange people who peek into the path only know it but don't know why, and don't delve into the principle.

Approaching the courtyard of Fengbei, the orange cat lay quietly at the door, listless. On weekdays, early in the morning, Fengbei will make fried fish cakes for the orange cat as breakfast. Today's fried fish cakes are gone, and the orange cat is in a bad mood.

Zheng Xiu tiptoed closer and asked in a low voice, "What about her?" ”

"Meow meow."

The orange cat lazily raised its paw and pointed inside the house.

"Awake?"

"Meow ......"

The orange cat lay down again, closed his eyes, and looked like he didn't want to deal with anyone.

"Good!"

One person and one cat communicate without hindrance.

Since Zheng Xiu learned that chatting with cats can invisibly brush the level of [foreign language], it is always not wrong to tease cats more.

If you can master one more [foreign language], who will refuse.

When I walked to the front of the house, the door was half hidden, and it was not locked. Zheng Xiu suddenly had a bad premonition, and was just about to turn around and leave, when the door was pushed open, and the white-skinned lotus arm pulled Zheng Xiu's clothes, and dragged the Red King into the room with a strong man.

Zheng Xiu's eyes were full of flowers, and in an instant, the sky swirled, and he was pressed to the ground in the blink of an eye, and a smooth foot flexibly peeled off his clothes, stepping on Zheng Xiu's chest lightly and heavily, whirling.

"Fengbei" lifted his hair and pointed to the wound on his forehead with a smile: "Look at the good things you did." ”

Although the two razed a mountain last night, they did not worry about their lives.

It's just that Zheng Xiu accidentally injured Fengbei's brain.

Zheng Xiu didn't respond, and moved down barefoot little by little.

Goo-dong.

"Can I understand it as ...... Did you deliberately pretend to be like this? ”

The key point was pinched, Zheng Xiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and said with difficulty.

"Guess?"

"Fengbei" covered his mouth, eating and laughing, endless style, which made the temperature in the house quietly rise by a few degrees.

Last night's incident left only a small sequelae:

Fengbei used too much "Luohe Divine Arrow" last night, a little, and he couldn't go back.

……

Escaping from Fengbei's demon feet, Zheng Xiu covered his waist and escaped from the Red King's Mansion with vague steps.

Just stepped out of the gate of the palace, ready to go to the disaster prevention bureau to take refuge.

"Hiss......"

The sound of the poisonous snake spitting out from the top of his head, and the dew on his hair was like squatting on the door for a night.

"Where's my brother?"

As soon as the snake saw the Red King, he twisted his waist, and the snake's waist swam flexibly, blocking the Red King's questioning.

"Quick! Congratulations! Take! ”

Sou! A puff of smoke followed, enveloping the snake.

The snake lost its way in the smoke.

Zheng Xiu ran out without looking back.

First there were four orchids, followed by Fengbei who was beaten out of his brain and couldn't tell whether he was Fengluohe or Fengbei, and then seemed to be eyeing Zheng Xi's snake...... Zheng Xiu was vaguely aware of the strange things that had been happening around him recently.

Zheng Xiu searched all over the street, and finally found Wei Chen who was setting up a stall on the side of the road to tell fortunes.

"Borrow a step to speak!"

"Blind Chen Wei" has accumulated a lot of fame in the downtown area. Many people come here. After a few laps inside and outside his stall, Wei Chen sat on a small bench, smiling, touching his bones one by one, and seemed to be enjoying himself.

Zheng Xiu booked a room in the Xiangmanlou and had a secret conversation with Wei Chen.

He first asked some questions about the current dynasty, the situation between the two countries, the Northern Barbarian problem, the people's livelihood economy, and the way of the emperor, and after Zheng Xiu asked many sensitive topics in a row, Wei Chen listened quietly throughout the whole process, smiling and not saying a word. Until the end, Wei Chen's pale pupils moved to Zheng Xiu's direction, and he sighed lightly: "What Chen knows has already been put into the heart of the Red King, even if he asks thousands of times, Chen still has the same answer." ”

"If Chen didn't guess wrong, King Red ...... Something else on your mind? ”

Wei Chen was blind and not blind, and soon saw that the questions that King Chi asked were all asked before, and he had other desires.

Zheng Xiu asked curiously: "Is your 'fortune telling' really accurate, or is it nonsense?" ”

Wei Chen smiled: "Yes or not, what Chen said doesn't count." If the Red King is curious, he might as well try it himself. ”

He stretched out his palm to Zheng Xiu, which was full of burn scars, hideous and terrifying.

Zheng Xiu took a slight breath and placed his hand in Wei Chen's palm.

Wei Chen carefully touched Zheng Xiu's metacarpal bones with his two hands, kneading them, making Zheng Xiu's metacarpal joints make a crisp sound from time to time.

"It's heavy...... Evil spirits. ”

Wei Chen muttered to himself: "These hands of the Red King have been the weapons of the great murderer recently? ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this, and was about to say no, but when he thought about it, when he projected [Zheng Mad ] last night, his hands turned into the posture of a flesh and blood saw, which was the [Abyss Claw] attached to that special character. Zheng Xiu's words came to his mouth and swallowed back, and he was surprised in his heart, is it really so accurate?

This Wei Chen really has something.

The "fireworks" that Wei Chen once displayed, as well as the "fortune telling" at this moment, seem to have nothing to do with Wei Chen's [usurper] eight poles. Two hundred years ago, the [Usurper] was Cheng Huan, who killed the emperor of the current dynasty, and the strangeness shown by the two was very different, so that Zheng Xiu couldn't understand what the real thaumaturgy of the [Usurper] was.

When Feng Bei and he were calculating the path map, Feng Bei said that there was a kind of [Xiangshi] path a long time ago, and there were very few people who had real skills to get a glimpse of the doorway, and most of the people in the market were deceitful and famous. Now Wei Chen's [Fortune Telling] is also subtly different from the "Fortune Telling" of the [Knife Man on Credit], strictly speaking, it is more like the work of the [Xiangshi].

Wait, thinking of this, Zheng Xiu chuckled in his heart, and a ridiculous thought emerged. This [usurper], should he be able to steal other people's path thaumaturgy for his own use, so that he can be called a "usurper"?

The usurper is ...... What is the rank of the doorway?

Zheng Xiu thought secretly and didn't answer Wei Chen's question. It's just that for Wei Chen, Zheng Xiu's silence is already an answer. Wei Chen nodded, smiled, and continued to touch his bones. After about a stick of incense, Wei Chen's expression changed several times, his brows stretched, and he shook his head: "There is a sentence, I'm afraid I won't listen to it, if the Red King doesn't believe it, just treat it as Chen's nonsense, no need to take it seriously." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

Wei Chen pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "The prince has had a lot of peach blossom luck recently. ”

Zheng Xiu opened his mouth, noncommittal.

Wei Chen paused, shook his head, and smiled bitterly: "Maybe Chen's skills are not perfect, or maybe the prince's bones are strange and unique, Chen only feels that the prince's bones are like flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, which seems to be clear, but in fact they are ever-changing and unpredictable." ”

Zheng Xiu nodded calmly: "Speak human words." ”

Wei Chen was stunned for a moment, and pursed his mouth: "The prince is a real strange person, his fate is difficult to decide, and luck and calamity are only in a thought." The peach blossoms are prosperous, and there are often hidden calamities. ”

Zheng Xiu understood this time, and said with a strange face: "You mean that this king recently ordered an orchid... Ahem, peach blossoms? ”

Wei Chen nodded: "If Chen is not mistaken, the prince will face a catastrophe soon... The Great Tribulation. But it's easy to dissolve. He smiled and dipped a little of the sake in his glass and wrote a word on the table.

"Just avoid that."

Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank.

The water stains on the table crookedly formed a "north" character.

(End of chapter)