The buildings of Chang'an City are scattered, and there are even more houses near the palace gate, and the two of them have disappeared on the roof together as soon as they rise and fall, and the guards of the forbidden army who were patrolling nearby were startled by the roar of Feng Lianshan sitting on the dragon chair just now. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Maozi saw a team of ironclad forbidden troops rushing to the front with murderous energy, and sat on the ground in fright, muttering to himself with tears in his eyes: "It's over, it's over......." ”

When the Praetorian Guards were clamoring in the distance, the corner outside the palace wall was exceptionally quiet, with white walls and red tiles, a few green trees and green onions planted sparsely not far away, and a small river a few feet wide flowed slowly along the palace wall.

There is a river in Chang'an City that leads to the palace, which flows out from the other side after going around the palace for a circle, and then flows away along the palace wall.

In order to prevent someone from poisoning or diving into the palace from the bottom of the water, this water flow is guarded by a special person before entering the palace, and the guards are much more sparse after leaving the palace, and under normal circumstances, no one cares at all.

The toilet bowl or something is responsible for transporting it to the outside of the city, so the water flowing out of the palace is relatively clean many times, only when the concubines are grooming or removing makeup, the water level of the river will rise like a big water, and the water is full of red, green, and green paste-like things, rushing away under the entrainment of the water flow.

Fortunately, this is not the time for the concubines to make up.

Feng Lianshan squatted at the water's edge at this time, occasionally raising his head and looking around sneakily for a while, his sleeves rolled up his hands scrubbing the holy decree as vigorously as washing clothes.

A distinct reddish-brown stain on the bright yellow decree grew in size under repeated scrubbing, but it also faded.

Feng Yiyang stood aside with his hands behind his back, and when he saw him like this, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Old man Shan, why do you bother to work here, you can't go back and wash it again." ”

The wind didn't even lift the mountain, and said angrily: "You know a fart, there will be more or less His Majesty the Emperor's eyeliner in the six doors, no matter how much he trusts us, this is the imperial technique, if I take it back to wash in case someone sees it, it is equivalent to an extra handle, although it may not be fatal, but it is always a disaster." ”

As soon as the wind blew, he turned around and looked into the distance, and said casually: "Old man Shan, this case is a bit difficult to handle, I need some time." ”

"Oh. Feng Lianshan seemed to have expected it, and while scrubbing the holy decree vigorously, he simply responded, neither cursing nor asking what was difficult.

Feng Yiyang was a little unaccustomed to the seriousness of the old man of the mountain, and turned his head a little curiously, but heard Feng Lianshan's unusually serious voice:

"Zhou Yan's matter, although it is excessive, but the case can always be slowly re-investigated, right now, His Majesty the Emperor attaches more importance to this matter that has caused a lot of panic in the city, you remember to take care of Ou Chimo's fat man, once he is arrested, it is estimated that half of his life will not be his own. ”

The wind blew and groaned for a moment.

He didn't want to ask the old man how he knew that the scream that pierced the clouds and cracked stones that night came from Ou Chimo, there were too many ways for the old man to know about this matter, after all, the six doors were his.

Feng Yiyang is thinking now that since the matter is so serious, if he asks Ou Chimo to explain honestly to His Majesty, with his identity as a sword immortal who just earned him, can he ask for mercy or something.

"Don't be stupid,"

Feng Lianshan seemed to have long eyes in the back of his head, seeing through what Feng Yiyang was thinking, he still didn't look back, but his washing and kneading movements slowed down, and said slowly:

"A qualified emperor, no matter how beautiful the moon is usually, you must be suspicious when you should be suspicious, you must be cautious when you should be cautious, this matter is wrong, almost shook the foundation of the emperor, your little credit, will not be connected, confess leniently, blood flow head broken, if you really want to save him, let him hold his breath and not speak, that little guy's voice is also a real evil door, and the lion's roar is like a gong. ”

After listening to Feng Lianshan's explanation, Feng Yiyang felt cold behind him, and he looked very kind after meeting a few times, like an old man next door, he originally thought that he would get along very well, and listening to the old man of the mountain say that Feng Yiyang can be regarded as having a certain understanding of the unpredictable creature of the emperor.

It turns out that the emperor didn't just sit there.

"Oh, by the way," Feng Lianshan added, as if remembering something, "His Majesty the Emperor decided to build a small pagoda in the city in order to calm the people's minds, and sent a monk to invite the Buddhist scriptures of Mahayana Buddhism and put them in the tower to deter the so-called ten thousand ghosts and demons." ”

The wind sneered.

If there are really these ten thousand ghosts and demons in the world, how can a few Buddhist scriptures be able to deter them, a few pieces of paper, how can they be as good as a three-foot Qingfeng, even if a demon is really born, Feng Yiyang believes that it will not be a few volumes of scriptures that will really defeat the demon.

Thinking of this, Feng Yiyang stretched out his hand to habitually grasp the hilt of the sword behind his back, only to find that he was in too much hurry when he went out, and he actually dropped the sword on the six doors.

Feng Lianshan seemed to see Feng Yiyang's disapproving expression again, "Alas, you still don't understand, whether it is the Buddha or the immortals, they are just a symbol drawn in the book, they originally did not exist, their power comes from the people who believe in them, this is the so-called, believe is there, do not believe in nothing, to put it bluntly, in fact, the key is the human heart." ”

After Feng Lianshan finished speaking, he stretched his waist and picked up the holy decree with satisfaction.

On the bright yellow decree, the original reddish-brown red mark had faded to a faint shadow, replaced by a large area of soaked dark color and some wrinkles.

However, these are not easy to find, and even if they are discovered, they can be prevaricated, which is much better than being found to have a large nosebleed spot on the holy decree at that time.

Otherwise, if someone finds out, those who know that it is a blood spot, and those who don't know think that this Feng Lao has some quirks and evil tastes for pursuing excitement, and has done something bad with this holy decree.

Feng Yiyang also looked relieved, but fortunately it was secluded, which gave the two of them this opportunity to 'sell stolen goods'. Feng Yiyang poked his head and glanced at the wet holy decree in Feng Lianshan's hand, and was glad in his heart that the words on this holy decree were written in special ink, otherwise, the old man of the mountain would have to be ready to explain the whereabouts of the words on this holy decree in the future.

Feng Lianshan washed the holy decree, let out a long sigh of relief, patted his head and turned his head to Feng Yiyang and said, "There is another thing, didn't you have a fight with that person named Miyamoto Yuichi that day?"

Feng Yiyang nodded proudly and said, "Well, yes, and I still won, hehe, how about it, old man Shan, you didn't expect me to win, right?"

Feng Lianshan did assert that Feng Yiyang saw that Miyamoto Yuichi was a losing game, and now Feng Yiyang won Miyamoto Yuichi, although he was proud and happy in his heart, his face was really a little unbearable, he snorted from his nose, and said with a slanted old eye:

"Hmph, even if you little thing has a bit of brains, I've heard of it, do you think you can be proud of yourself by using this kind of trick that is almost life-threatening to win Miyamoto Yu once? ”