Even people who don't ask about the world anymore will feel that the atmosphere of Luoyang City is a little wrong recently, and the big gun mansion is contrary to the sparks that sparked when they met the northern lieutenant before, and began to be led by their famous Zhao Mansion Lord, who was basically all furnishings except for the tongue, and began to carry out weight-bearing training, and under the training of a certain bald officer, they were all drilled to ********. The newly recruited chengguan in the north also lost interest in stealing the stall vendors, and began to compete with lead-filled iron balls to see who could throw higher and farther.

Wei Ye, who stepped into the public gate with half feet and half feet into the rivers and lakes, should have been the most sensitive nerve endings in Luoyang City, but he just rubbed a meal of shepherd's cabbage and fish soup with steamed cakes in the mansion of Wang Qinian, the old oilman's predecessor, and then took a leave of absence from the Shizhong Temple.

"The wind and rain are coming, and winter is coming. While pasting the label of "Big Gun Mansion Willow Leaf Flying Signing" on the Evil Breaking Ancient Bronze Knife, he handed it to the reception terminal of the Xiaopengying Road Community Express Service Station, and looked at the numbers that popped up on the reception terminal, which made the bearded immortal warlock wrinkle his face slightly. Gritting his teeth and pressing the confirmation button, Wei Ye read the classic lines from the old fantasy TV series, and sighed at his own small oil bottle.

"It's only the year of Renxu, uncle, 'the year is in Jiazi, the world is auspicious' There is still more than a year. ”

"Since the Eastern Han Dynasty was proclaimed emperor by Guangwu, the valvedom of the powerful and the stereotyped economy of the family manor was an irreversible general trend, and finally at the moment when the political struggle between the eunuchs and the party completely destroyed the original social order, the commoners and small landlords who had lost their upward channels were completely desperate for the future. So from this point of view, the Yellow Turban Uprising in Taiping Road can be said to be an unavoidable prelude to the turmoil of the times. Patting the glue sticking to his hand, Wei Ye frowned and chose remote delivery on the reception terminal, offering a number of general bonds, but his voice changed from the middle school history teacher to a slightly stiff one, "It's just that those guys who are active in Luoyang Dumen will not honestly follow the established script on "Zizhi Tongjian" or "Concise Three Kingdoms Picture Book", if someone forcibly ripens this storm to come in advance, people who have no strength and only the old script are like a broken ship without sails, they can only - snap and sink to the bottom." ”

"But uncle, you don't look like a ship that sinks. Sima Ling circled around Wei Ye and sighed a little dejectedly, "Your sensitive reaction is more like Jerry who foresaw that the ship was going to sink and immediately ran to the lifeboat with cheese." ”

"If I'm Jerry the Mouse, then you're my little little Tefi. Wei Ye rubbed the girl's ball-like bun without hesitation, and replied.

Sima Ling unceremoniously slapped away the claw that was messing up her bun and asked sharply, "For the big gun mansion that admires you, you can rely on the Astral Express to keep your distance." But over there on Taiping Road, it seems that you yourself half-pushed and half-pushed on the spot, uncle?"

Although she was born with a baby face and liked to stand in the safest place behind the man and watch the play with relish, this was only because Sima Ling was afraid of trouble, not that she only played the role of cute mascots like Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. Turning over the sharp energy peculiar to the old Wei family that had been hidden, Sima Ling shook his head, expressing dissent that he could not agree with his little and nominal elders.

"Obviously, I really want to get the Taiping Dao's fundamental canon, Taiping Yaoshu, but uncle, you started to want to cut the meat out of the warehouse when the progress reached fifty-five percent. This is like Zhang Sheng, a fearless literary hooligan in the old drama, who climbed into the courtyard where Miss Cui lived, and wanted to climb back over the wall. ”

Wei Ye thought for a moment and replied uncertainly: "Just like all the history books record, the great sage and good teacher of Taiping Dao was about to die, and the Taiping Dao rebel army, which lost his leader and mentor, was quickly destroyed by the Eastern Han Dynasty government army led by Huangfu Song, and finally became a rogue. So obviously, if you want to obtain the real "Taiping Technique", the most suitable time is still when the great sage and good teacher return to heaven. ”

No matter how you find a path that leads directly to the sickbed of the great sage and good teacher from the battle formation of the Han army and the Yellow Turban army, you really grabbed the "Taiping Technique" from the core of the core of the Taiping Dao, that is, you are as fierce as Lu Bu and good at running like a red rabbit, and I am afraid that you will not be able to fight a bloody road to the sky in the siege of the angry Taiping Dao disciples. Shocked by the fierce and unconscionable plan he casually said, Wei Ye shook his head and decided to withdraw from such boring amateur tactical deductions and directly raise the white flag.

"Well, it's because the plan can't catch up with the change, and it's also because I got off the bait that I found that there was a group of great white sharks behind the golden beetle that bit the hook, so your uncle and I don't have the capital to play a big one, so I can only drop the fishing rod and run away, so you can be satisfied, right?"

Needless to reap the dissatisfied glances of the shark woman and the turtle man who passed by, Wei Ye held the scroll of "Shikui Chapter" that he got from He Ming in his hand and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He has already interpreted seventy or eighty percent of this Taoist book written in the hidden language of the Dan family, which should be the sacrificial ritual of a certain Taoist magic weapon. It is not the kind of attached props made by an immortal warlock like Wei Ye with the help of talismans and alchemy, but a real, complex magic weapon, but it is a pity that the spells and runes used in the most fundamental sacrificial alchemy weapons have not been recorded. According to the records in the Taoist book, this throwing attack magic weapon called "Mixed Yuan Ruyi Stone" can only be regarded as the lowest grade, and it is very similar to the five-light stone used by Deng Chanyu in "Romance of the Gods", and it is also refined into a stone and thrown out to smash people. It's just that the Taoist master who created this magic weapon was quite unkind, and he chose the kind of granite and basalt that is at least the size of the grinding plate, and the big stone with high quality and hardness, and then refined it with the method of sacrifice to be able to be large and small, and send and receive freely, when not in use, it is a bird's egg-sized, smooth and lovely jade stone, when the sacrifice smashes people, it is a grinding plate, a stone mill or a Taihu Lake stone placed in the garden, it is a matter of personal preference.

Speaking of which, among the casters of the Astral Gate, there has always been a trick similar to the Mixed Element Ruyi Stone, which is said to be the unintentional idea of a young magician who specializes in transformational magic during his adventure. The rumored magician was a greedy man who had to carry a lot of snacks and snacks with him at all times, and in order to bring a little more stock, the magician simply used shrinkage on his snack pocket. In an adventure, the greedy mage unfortunately encountered an adult eye demon who knew how to release an anti-magic force field, and the mage who fell into despair could only take out the slings on his body and throw them at the eye demon, but when he was in a hurry, what he threw out was not a sling, but a shrunken snack pocket containing dozens of catties of snacks and drinks......

Anyway, thanks to the snack-soaked eye demon, the magicians began to work on the tricks of shrinking objects. If you want to talk about the most insidious technique here, you have to first recommend the gold-swallowing murder method developed by a certain mage of the Netherworld City, "shrink and mix gold nuggets into bread to trick people into eating, and then remove the magic, and sit back and watch the victim die through their stomachs". It's hard to say how many people this murder technique has harmed, but there is one more thing in the experience that has been circulated privately among the adventurers, and every word seems to be condensed with blood and tears: "Whether you know shrinkage or not, in short, don't eat any food that the mage has touched, and don't let them go into the kitchen!"

Banning mages from the kitchen can only be an ideal state, and in the long history of mankind since the beginning of the kitchen, this important place has not stopped cockroaches, rats, and gluttonous cats that steal their mouths, nor has it stopped taste idiots, hygiene inspectors, and the British people of dark cuisine. Therefore, prohibiting certain people and things from entering certain places is just an idealized rhetoric, and in the process of implementation, there will always be problems of one kind or another.

Just like it is always difficult for a store owner to stop bad customers from coming to the door.

I don't know why, today's uncle and nephew took a circle back to the second-entry Soviet-style courtyard that they basically didn't take care of. Maybe it's because I've taken on a lot of private work these days, and the life of the palace that is addicted to the alchemy of immortal Taoist books has overdrawn too much sunshine in my life, so I need to make up for it all at once. So passing by the sword line that had some complicated feelings for Wei Ye was completely outside of the scheduled itinerary.

Today's Bailian Qinggang Sword Line still seems to be involved in the center of some incident, the carved varnish gate is very miserable and half fell to the ground, a pair of polished long military boots stepped on the door of Bailian Qinggang and walked out, the owner of the long military boots happened to have a face with the uncle and nephew who were walking the street. The tall posture of the master of the long military boots is like a sword that has been tempered after a hundred battles, extremely light and thin, and there is a bloody intention hidden in the calm and stoic, not like an iceberg, but more like an undead fire peak under the glacier, which makes people look at it with a great and awe-like atmosphere.

The figure is wrong with the mustachioed immortal warlock, and the scenery of each is different, Wei Ye is like a sword, and this man with long hair and waist and a tall posture just slowly withdrew his gaze from the peach gold in Wei Ye's hand, and the sword was not seen, and he walked into the crowd of people on Xiaopengying Road.

Wei Ye glanced at the man's back, couldn't help but pull the short mustache on his chin, and said with a hint of uncertainty: "Wei Wencheng Mo didn't have a big deal, how did he provoke such a powerful character to come to the door?"

Sima Ling had already stepped into the front hall of Bailian Qinggang with one foot, and shook his head when he heard this correct and superfluous sentence.

"Uncle, you'd better not fight that strange guy's idea, just with the sharp meaning of the hardware revealed by that person's side, you just blessed the Dongyang Sword Zhu to Tao Qianjin, and you will be killed by that person. ”

"Huh, with that madman's strength, I'm afraid it won't be that long. Someone no longer meant to be elegant and calm, and stood in the sword shop with a little stupidity and added, "Even if I am not his opponent in terms of sword skills." It's just that if you're an uncle, even if you can't beat it, you won't let that guy wear such a disgusting ice and snow mask again. ”

Wei Ye shrugged, laughing at Wei Wencheng's not flattering compliment, but when his eyes fell on the long sword in Wei Wencheng's hand, he was slightly stunned.

The quaint long sword that Wei Wencheng used to was half submerged in a bluestone, and it looked like a big stone hammer that a showman from the rivers and lakes used to crush a big stone on his chest.

"What is this? Did you go to the island of England and steal back the sword in the stone that King Uther had prepared before his death? No, shovel back with the stones, this is the style of the thief in the Nanhua Sutra who carried back the money with a box lock. ”

Listening to Wei Ye's praise in return, Wei Wencheng's face seemed to be even more unsightly.