Fish and birds think about the same thing, never the same thing.

Zhang San didn't have much trouble about the death of Emperor Taiwu except for the bang on the spot, and his mind was on the master.

Lu Wan is different, she herself comes from a famous family, her biological father was a national doctor before the dynasty, and her adoptive father Lu Zhou was also a big official, and when she arrived in the capital, she had been dealing with Prince Zhu Congzhi, and her sensitivity to court politics was much higher than Zhang San.

As soon as she heard that Taiwu had died, she suddenly "chuckled" in her heart, the country had not been stable for a long time, the emperor was gone, which prince and grandson would be able to ascend the throne and sit in the palace tomorrow, and would there be any purge? On this occasion of the embassy's worship, would there be any fanbang taking the opportunity to make trouble? What is the situation in the officialdom and on the rivers and lakes?

The Lin family was ready to move before, will Taiwu be assassinated this time, will it play any role in it? Will his plan to revive the Dai family, expand the "Sigong Hall", and implement the "Dragon and Tiger Pill" be affected?

Many questions came one after another, making Lu Wan unsteady on her feet, and fell back into her chair, her eyes were black for a while, and the world was spinning a little.

"Are you okay?" Zhang San hurriedly came over to visit, seeing that Lu Wan's face was not good, guessing that he was just overworked, he touched the kettle next to the table, and the remaining boiling water still had residual heat, and made a bowl of tea.

At the entrance of the hot tea, a warm flow flowed through the heart and spleen, Lu Wan regained her clarity and sat down again, since she was picked by Zhang San last time, she often had worries, she didn't eat last night, and she was busy treating Wu Liang's injuries in the morning, she was indeed a little tired, and as soon as she heard that Taiwu had died, it was like being hit on the head.

"One more bite. As soon as Zhang San saw that the tea had an effect, he encouraged Lu Wan to drink all the tea.

Only then did Lu Wan see that it was Zhang San who fed her the tea, and the little maid didn't know where to go, so she panicked, snatched Wan from Zhang San's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"San'er, bring a bowl to the master too. The old voice trembled, Zhang San looked up, it turned out that Wu Liang didn't know when he woke up, and he was busy pouring the tea.

"Where is this?" Wu Liang drank the tea and became a little refreshed.

"It's... This is a famous doctor, and it was this Dr. Lu who saved you. Zhang San introduced.

Wu Liang was about to bow down, but was held down by Zhang San and Lu Wan.

After helping the master to lie down, Zhang San asked, "Master, what did you run after Taiwu died?

Wu Liang glared at Zhang San fiercely, "Little rabbit cub, you will talk nonsense, the emperor is the lord of the world, give me ten dares, I don't dare to provoke." After speaking, his eyes slid to Lu Wan's angle, and then quickly turned back.

Zhang San hadn't comprehended yet, but Lu Wan understood herself, got up and said, "Senior, rest first, I'll go and let people prepare early." ”

After going out, Lu Wan remembered that this was her home, what were you doing with them after the treatment, she should let the master and apprentice get out of the house together, but now it is difficult to go back into the house to drive people away.

Forget it, that old guy is seriously injured, just let him lie down for a while, turn around and change everything in the house, this money has to let that little bastard come out, Lu Wan comforted herself, really let people prepare early, she herself is hungry.

"How old are you, you don't distinguish between people and people, is it possible for an outsider to say the assassination of Taiwu?"

As soon as Lu Wan walked on the front foot, Zhang San was reprimanded on the back foot.

Zhang San lowered his head to listen to the training, and after half a ring, asked, "It can't be true, right?"

"What is really, does Taiwu have anything to do with us? I'm impatient? Go and assassinate him, I took advantage of the chaos to steal the scriptures from the Tianzhu monk. Wu Liang said with a stinky face and a curled beard.

After speaking, he took out a pile of paper from his arms, there were more than a dozen of them, and the corners were soaked in blood, but fortunately there were no words.

"Copy it quickly. Wu Liang handed the paper to Zhang San, Zhang San took it and looked at it, the characters recognized him, he didn't know the characters, and the whole text was full of heavenly books! This was even more difficult to identify than Lu Wan's Danfang, they were all ghost drawings.

And with a twist of his hand, there were eight or nine pages, Zhang San's face was bitter, and he said: "Master, I don't know, I'm afraid I copied it wrong." ”

"It's all Sanskrit, of course you don't recognize it, fast, copy it stroke by stroke, this thing is worth a lot of money, more precious than gold. Wu Liang was out of breath and urged, and Zhang San naturally didn't dare not listen.

There is no shortage of swords in Lu Wan's house, and there is no shortage of the four treasures of the study, Zhang San adjusted the pen and ink, sat on the table and began to copy, and the handwriting was unprecedentedly neat.

"Who did such an earth-shattering thing? Such a big move, I'm afraid it can't be done by one person, maybe the palace guards or something are also colluding......" Zhang San silently copied the scriptures, Wu Liang lay there and nagged alone, proclaimed himself the master of the prison department, and began to analyze the case of Taiwu's assassination.

"San'er, what do you think?" Wu Liang said proudly, no one echoed, and he couldn't help but ask Zhang San.

The scripture was cumbersome, and Zhang San copied it so intently that he didn't hear Wu Liang's words.

Wu Liang was angry and roared, "What about you?"

Zhang San was startled by the voice that suddenly rose an octave higher, and a stroke of ink just poked on the original scripture, and five or six words disappeared immediately.

"Master, what are you yelling at? Zhang San complained in his mouth, anxious, leaned over and blew lightly, wanting to blow the ink beads to the side, but when he lowered his head, he saw a few white handwriting on the ink-stained yellow silk paper, these words Zhang San still recognized, "governing the world and the country."

"There seems to be a situation. Zhang San handed the paper to Wu Liang's eyes, Wu Liang squinted, and his face immediately tightened, "This is the method of ink dyeing proverbs, quickly, close the doors and windows, and soak this scripture in ink, maybe it is a peerless martial arts secret book or some earth-shattering treasure." ”

Zhang San didn't dare to slack off, dyed all the scriptures with ink, and turned them into white hairpins, and carefully smoothed the paper from the beginning.

I saw that it was written: "Emperor Yu won the world, the study of Kyushu, lasted a hundred years, the system of giant tripods was handed down, divided into four kinds of "Bing Ding", "Mou Ding", "National Ding", "Wu Ding", "Wu Ding", of which Wu Ding was five, and the remaining four Dings were one each, a total of nine mouths, and the Bing Ding recorded the way of using soldiers...... Mou Ding records the strategy of power and magic...... Guoding records the rule of the world...... Wu Ding records the supreme martial arts...... After Dingcheng, Emperor Yu placed it in the high place of the world for all the people to practice. ”

"Water control and security, Jiuding town mountains and rivers, Emperor Yu has heaven and earth, but his son Emperor Qi is not like the mind of the father, and Emperor Yu flew after the Ding coefficient was retrieved, put in the harem can not be safe, but also use the ancient secret method to seal the tripod, shrink hundreds of thousands of times, non-exclusive formula can not be opened. ”

This move is a one-time selfishness, but thousands of years later, a large number of secret magic methods in China have been lost, and they have been repeatedly invaded by foreign tribes, and the country is unstable. ”

"And my life, Ding is not seen, the formula is not seen, my heart is not angry, poor twenty years, digging thousands of ancient tombs, and finally the scriptures and formulas to find five, but Hao first life, did not get a Ding, regret and old, before the death of these five mantras attached, hope that those who are destined to get it, if there is a Ding, you can go to my grave in front of a sacrifice, let me see the true face, Jiuquan eyes, --------grateful to the Huaiyang ghost old, the Great Qin Dynasty fifteen years. ”

These words are thanked for three pages, and the attached mantra is followed.

The master and apprentice stared at the content with wide eyes, smacking their tongues, it turned out that the mountains and rivers that were rumored in the rivers and lakes came from like this, and remembered that there was another mountain and river tripod in his own hands, Zhang San was embarrassed.

"How many years have passed since the Great Qin Dynasty, and the ghost old man in Huaiyang is afraid that he doesn't know how many lifetimes he has been reincarnated, but this ghost old man is also very human, and he has robbed tombs for twenty years, and I am afraid that he will study this one thing for a lifetime. Wu Liang sighed.

"Master, what should we do now?" asked Zhang San, holding up the scripture full of ink.

"Copy this down again, and then soak the original text in water to remove the ink and dry it. Wu Liang said, and Zhang San did so.

"You don't need to copy the words of the old ghost, just copy the formula. Wu Liang lay down uneasy, and admonished again.

Zhang San lifted the pen, although the number of words is also a lot, but the words he knows are always easier to copy, and he will soon be copied.

There was clear water outside, Zhang San used the basin where Lu Wan washed his face and put half a basin in it, and put the scriptures in, strange to say, the ink was diluted when it was stained with water, and the handwriting was gone, but the original scriptures were fine.

Zhang San took a closer look and found that the original scriptures were not written in ink, but sewn with a kind of black silk thread.

After washing it three times, thoroughly cleaning the silk paper, and just taking it out and draining it, Lu Wan came in with two little maids pushing the door, and saw that Zhang San had made the basin he was washing black, and his face was suddenly as black as the basin.

"Wait a minute, I'll brush it for you!" Zhang San smiled and lowered his head, went out of the door, and spread out the scriptures on the windowsill.

The two little maids each served a food plate, four dishes and eight plates, very hearty, Zhang San and Wu Liang were hungry, this meal was extraordinarily fragrant, Wu Liang was no different from ordinary people in addition to some inconveniences, the spirit was no different from ordinary people, one was that Lu Wan was skilled, and the other was that Wu Liang himself practiced martial arts all year round, and his body was strong enough.

"Master, which country's mission is that guy who shot you?" Zhang San was about to eat and couldn't help but speak.

"Eat without sleeping. Wu Liang glared.

"Oh!" Zhang San continued to eat.

Seeing Zhang San's head sullen, thinking that there were still outsiders present, Wu Liang coughed and said, "What are you asking for, do you want to help me take revenge? ”

Zhang San didn't speak, but Lu Wan outside was in awe when she heard this, this ugly old man still had some insight when he spoke, but he had to take him away after eating.