The night is over.

Yu Chen collected a large number of Yin soldiers.

Although he did have the heart to try the power of the army of this underworld, it was difficult to deploy it in this Jinling City.

Thousands of Yin soldiers, let alone who to trouble with, even if they went to Jinling City, the terrible scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night was enough to make the entire Jinling official mansion shake.

After receiving the Yin soldiers, Yu Chen returned to the room.

And at this moment, the old man Wen Sheng also interrogated those ghosts of Wangfu Township who had gone away from the river.

- Although they are not from the Weishui realm, after being longitudinated by the people, they are no longer wiped out by the rules of heaven and earth, and they are reincarnated.

In addition, it's a pity that the reincarnation path hasn't covered Jinling yet, otherwise a kind of demon like the Blue Hades Demon King and other demons would have to go to the eighteenth layer of hell for a while.

The old man Wen Sheng returned to the mausoleum house, looking at the rising sun in the eastern sky, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yu Chen drank the steaming porridge and asked casually, "Old man, what are you going to do on your junior brother's side?" ”

Previously, Zhao Wei came up first.

The old man Wen Sheng sensed that the other party had his own divine sprout, and scared one person and one ghost enough, and once thought that this was a vicious drama of killing people in the same door.

But when I looked at it later, yes, no!

The old man Wen Sheng was cut down by his own student Wu Yong with tears in his sword, and there was no trace of Zhao Weixian in the whole thing.

Then why Zhao Weixian has the god of Wensheng, one person and one ghost can't figure it out.

But one thing is obvious, if you want to fulfill the last wish of the old man Wensheng, the god is absolutely indispensable.

After all, without Shenxue, the two of them didn't even know anything about the last wish of the old man Wensheng.

After hearing this, the old man Wen Sheng was silent for a long time before he spoke: "The old man thinks that you can contact the old man's junior brother first—there should be some hidden secrets in it." ”

Yu Chen nodded, but he was in trouble.

What about contact?

The dean of Hede Academy, the first Confucian in Jinling, and the state pastor must be respectful when he sees it.

How can you touch a grave watcher?

After thinking about it, Yu Chen put it aside for the time being, and had a chance to talk about it.

Not long after, the big day was in the sky, and the wind and snow were much lighter.

A postman crossed the mountains and seas and brought a letter to Yu Chen from Weishui County.

The letter was written by Lao Zhixian, that is, Yu Chen's father's former boss, and asked Yu Chen about his current situation and how he was doing.

Along with the letter, there was also a silver ticket, saying that he wanted to send something, but thinking of the long distance, it was better to cash it out and let Yu Chen go buy some delicious food and drink by himself.

At the end, it was also mentioned that Ji Qiu, the corpse mover, had recently planned to come to Jinling - he was originally a person from Jinling, a bloody knight, and was finally absorbed by Lao Zhixian and Yu Tiesheng.

said that he had been in a panic in Weishui recently, and it happened that his brother in Jinling was looking for him for something, so he simply asked for a leave of absence and came to see Yu Chen or something.

After reading it, Yu Chen also replied to the letter, reported his safety, and handed it to the postman to send away.

After lunch, Yu Chen looked at the sea of Qi.

I found that since that day I beheaded the Qing Hades Demon King, the progress of the dantian in the impact of the life qi in my body has increased a lot.

After this way, it looks like it will not be able to break through the spirit realm in a few days.

- I don't know what my own spirit meeting is.

Anyway, according to the old man Wensheng, his spiritual appearance is a pen, what he writes and what he paints.

Yu Chen almost blurted out when he heard this, and asked him if the old man still had a nickname called Ma Liang......

In short, life goes by like this.

Until the dusk of the third day after the ambush of the Qing Hades Demon King, Qing Huan, who had two pill heads, jumped up the mountain again.

Yu Chen prepared the meat and vegetables, and the two of them had a big meal with laughter.

During the banquet, Qinghuan chattered endlessly about her days in the academy.

said that at this time, Uncle Shi was already teaching her to use Wen Yuqi, and he said that he was very up, and he also happily performed a hand for Yu Chen.

As soon as she read a poem about "fire", a cluster of flames the size of a human head grew out of thin air in her hand, crackling and burning.

Looking at the little girl's expectant look, Yu Chen smiled and joked, saying that when he returned from his studies in the future, he would protect him, a delicate and frail grave watcher.

The little girl immediately smiled, revealing two small dimples, clenched her fists and said that whoever dares to bully Xue Yuchen in the future will be hammered on his head!

After eating a meal for an hour, Yu Chen also learned about Qinghuan's daily life in Hede Academy.

It is worth mentioning that she has officially apprenticed.

But it was not Zhao Weixian who worshipped, but ...... Old man Wensheng.

I heard that this was Zhao Weixian's meaning, and he said that since it was the ghost of the senior brother who found such a good seedling, he should naturally worship under him.

And he himself is an apprentice on behalf of his brother.

As soon as this decision came out, Hop Tak College didn't have much to say.

However, the high-level officials of various departments of the Jinling government were not happy, they knew that the old man Wensheng was a small group of people who were guilty, and immediately found Zhao Weixian and told him that this matter was inappropriate.

But in the face of these opposing voices, Zhao Weixian directly sent him the two of them.

- Fuck off!

Set in one's ways.

So, Qing Huan inexplicably became a disciple of the old man Wensheng.

But for this girl, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, she had long thought that Zhao Weixian was her respected teacher.

But when it came to Zhao Weixian, Qinghuan girl's brows furrowed, as if she was troubled.

As soon as Yu Chen asked, he suddenly understood.

It turned out that the New Year had passed, and Zhao Weixian's birthday was coming.

Everyone in the college is busy preparing congratulatory gifts for the dean!

Qinghuan felt that since people were so good to herself, she must have to repay it!

But the question is, what to give?

Not to mention that she doesn't have any money, even if she has money, send some gold, silver and jewelry, I'm afraid that the Confucian won't accept it.

So, the little girl found another way, thinking that her uncle loved snow all her life, so she wanted to write two poems about snow to him.

- Isn't she learning to compose poetry lately?

But I wrote a lot of paper in a row, and I didn't write it out that I was satisfied with, and I was not satisfied with it, so why not give it to my uncle?

- Perhaps this is the difference between genius and mediocrity.

The old man Wen Sheng heard this and sighed.

Some people are talented but self-aware, and some people are rotten wood that cannot be carved but hold two sentences of saliva poems as the bottom of the box.

When Yu Chen heard it, he knew what he was talking about, but he didn't answer.

Because his brain exploded suddenly!

- Aren't you still thinking about how to get in touch with Zhao Weixian?

Sleepiness is coming, send pillows!

Isn't this the opportunity?

So, he raised his pen and waved it, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and directly inscribed a few lines of poetry and handed it to Qinghuan.

Qinghuan couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, just scratched her head and accepted it.

"If you really can't think of it, take these two sentences, it should be considered a gift." Yu Chen told her.

- He naturally can't compose poems, and even Yang Zhen's limerick poems are difficult to make.

But in the memories of the previous life in my mind, there are too many quatrains for the ages.

It's easy to get started.

After Qinghuan thanked her, it was getting late, and Yu Chen sent her down the mountain to the gate of Hede Academy, and watched the little girl walk into the door before leaving.

After turning around the street for a while, the old man Wen Sheng kept following, and asked Yu Chen with some horror where those few lines of poetry came from.

Yu Chen said perfunctorily that he thought about it himself.

The old man Wen Sheng rolled his eyes, meaning that he didn't have a force in his heart?

Yu Chen changed his words and said that when he was a judge before, he saw it in the marquee of a down-and-out poet.

Wen Sheng believed it and sighed.

It is a pity to say that such a talented person has never been discerned and discovered.

Yu Chen ignored his exclamation, went to the theater to listen to a play, and drank a bowl of tofu brain on the street, and then rushed to the Wanjialing.

It is worth mentioning that I don't know if it's because of Yu Chen's pretending to be a ghost judge, but there have been a lot more scenes in the theater recently.

- Even if it weren't for the wanted warrant issued by the government, Yu Chen even suspected that they would directly compile several cases of Judge Yin Si into a drama and move them to the stage.

After all, it's good to make money, don't stumble.

Yu Chen thought like this, and when he walked to Fuze City, a certain commercial street, suddenly there was a sound of hurried horses' hooves behind him.

Several tall horses, carrying the logo of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce, galloped past.

The leader of the group, while saying "borrowed", sprinkled some copper plates on both sides of the alley, which was regarded as reparation.

The people were also happy to get out of the way and pick up the copper plates.

And the person who is the leader, Yu Chen actually knows!

- Zhou Li.

The deacon of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce, who had quarreled with his father for many years in Weishui County, and almost didn't even see the last one.

It was Yu Chen who used paper equestrianism to accommodate the ghost of Mr. Zhou, so that this "unfilial son" could see his father for the last time.

At this time, Zhou Li looked very anxious.

Leading people, with a carriage, galloping all the way.

There was a clanging sound in the carriage that was pulling the goods, and when you heard it, you knew that it was something of gold and silver.

Yu Chen didn't know why he was in such a hurry, but after listening to the discussions of the people around him, he probably understood.

It is said that a bunch of goods from the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce recently left the city, but they were detained by a group of famous horse thieves with the goods.

Zhou Li rushed over with the ransom to save the scene!

It is said that it is entrenched in the "Yin Wuze" area, the scale is very large, and the chamber of commerce will pay protection fees in advance in order to pass safely.

There are even rumors that the horse thief boss has a connection with a certain adult in Jinling, so the Jinling government has repeatedly suppressed bandits, but even the other party can't be found.

All kinds of rumors, Yu Chen heard it, he didn't care, he went back to the Wanjia Mausoleum, and fell asleep.

It wasn't until the next morning, when a burst of mourning music sounded, that he woke up.

Go out and have a look!

Boy!

It's you again!

Weekly Gift!

At this moment, the young deacon of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce led people up the mountain.

It's just that he's not in as much of a hurry as he was last night.

Instead, he looked sad and angry, his fists clenched, and his nails were about to sink into the flesh of his palms.

Behind him, more than a dozen coffins were carried up, and paper money was scattered one after another.

Under the yellow paper, there are ghosts.

(End of chapter)