Jiaohua

Chapter 524 The Guest of the Dead (Part [-])
She likes to read and collect books. Half of the books in the capital were bought by herself from major bookstores in the capital, and the other half were when her second brother came across some books that she thought she would like when he was traveling, and then brought them back to the capital.

There is only one book called "Moving City", which she bought at Congyun Market after passing through Tangzhou on the way back to Beijing from Zhaozhou.

The person who sold it to her was an old Taoist priest in a dilapidated Taoist temple. The old Taoist priest stood at the door of a small bookshop with a pile of books. When he saw her come out, he stepped forward and asked her if she wanted to buy it.

Among many books, she chose this one.

The old Taoist priest praised her for her vision, saying that this book has been handed down in the temple for more than 300 years, and it is the only one in the world. If it is not embarrassing, she is really unwilling to sell it.

The reason why Xia Zhaoyi chose it is because most of them are works of scattered artists, with a leisurely style, clear and distant, and belong to the natural countryside.

The second reason is that the entire book is handwritten, with a total of twelve chapters written by four people.

The other three wrote several articles by hand, only one "Yunmeng Yinsuo", and the handwritten person only wrote this article, which means that the handwriting of this article is exactly the same as the current calligraphy and paintings.

Although the book was not signed, the old Taoist priest mentioned at the time that the other three were Taoist priests in their view, and only the author of "Yunmeng Yinsuo" was a passing guest.

This guest is called Tang Xiangsi, he has a great background, he was called a master in the world at that time, he is good at many things, so many people admire and admire him.

According to the old Taoist priest's description at the time, the reputation and fame of this guest was similar to that of her master today.

Xia Zhaoyi was quite curious at the time, and went to check after returning to Beijing, except that someone mentioned Tang Xiangsi in another isolated book, it seemed that there was no such person at all.

After she returned to Liling, she mentioned it to the old man, but the old man had never heard of it, so Xia Zhaoyi assumed that the old Taoist made up it casually in order to make his book more colorful.

"There are also dead people here." Zhili said at this time.

Xia Zhaoyi looked over and saw another calligraphy and painting on the ground.

The strangers in the mountain temples, the mountains and the seas come in the middle of the moon.

In the old dream of the past, peach blossoms smile and float.

Adjacent to this calligraphy and painting, there is also a poem with the same handwriting.

Shocked to hear that the country has been destroyed, the mountains and rivers have been destroyed, and the isolated city of the imperial capital is in danger to the north.

When spring comes, the sparrows will return to their nests, and where will they return when tired.

"Shocking news." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"It sounds like it took a long time to find out." Zhi Li said.

"Well," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Emperor Longzhang is an incompetent and foolish emperor. Civil uprisings broke out in Tianning eight years ago, and the war at the end of Zhangmo lasted for nearly 20 years before he was completely overthrown by Emperor Hongde. The word "shocking" seems to be blocked." for a long time."

"Isn't it possible that this person has been under house arrest?" Zhili said, "Oh, yes, there is a poem in the poem that fell like this, 'The sound of the wind is cold, and the shadow of the stone in the moon is slanting, no The fear of corpses is like a mountain, and I'm afraid it's the world.' It sounds like this person really doesn't like the killing below."

Xia Zhaoyi turned his eyes and looked at other calligraphy and paintings. A cursory glance revealed that each calligraphy and painting contained extremely strong personal emotions.

There is another sentence that fell into the abyss together with the basement, she also remembered it.

The pillow with jade muscles and thin bones should be said to be very sick, waiting for the dead.

It seems that this person went to Qianqiu Hall full of joy from the beginning, but finally found out that he was cheated, fell into sorrow, then despaired, and then got seriously ill.

And his purpose of going to Qianqiu Hall...

Xia Zhaoyi's eyes looked back at those "departed visitors".

The dead are also the dead.

The strangers in the mountain temples, the mountains and the seas come in the middle of the moon.In the old dream of the past, peach blossoms smile and float.

The snow settles the storm, and the clouds welcome the strangers.

One cloud "welcome" and one month "come".

Did he go to Qianqiu Hall to resurrect the dead?

Such a coincidence, she is... a survivor of the past.

"Fragmented." Xia Zhaoyi looked at the little junior brother beside him.

"Ok?"

"How similar is that girl's face to mine?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

Zhili blinked his eyes, looking at Xia Zhaoyi's facial features.

"They look alike, but their temperaments are completely different..." Zhi Li said.

"Are you scared?"

He nodded his head.

"Then it looks very similar," Xia Zhaoyi frowned, "Then why don't you ask me why?"

The master even deliberately came over to communicate with her in advance, lest the truth be revealed, but it turned out that the two of them, the master and the apprentice, worried too much, neither the fragment nor the second brother mentioned this matter to her.

"Why do you ask?" Zhili curled his lips, "The little senior sister's surname is Xia, and the girl must be named Qiao. Besides, I don't want to tell the senior sister about such unlucky things."

"What about my second brother? How did he say it?"

"Senior sister and second brother? He also comforted me in turn, saying that my little senior sister had offended a general of the patrol army in the capital before, and that man went to the street to arrest dozens of girls who looked like my little senior sister, so don't be afraid. "

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, but didn't know what to say.

She got up from the small wooden bench and said, "I'll go to see Master, and then I'll go and see the girl."

"I'll go with Senior Sister!" Zhili got up immediately, "It's really similar. If Senior Sister feels scared, maybe it will be better if I accompany you."

"There is a master." Xia Zhaoyi said, turned and left.

Zhili hurriedly followed: "Master is cold and has no feelings. I am different. I am alive and well, and I can jump and jump..."

The dark room where the old man lives is under the cliff at the top of the Guanxing Pavilion.

Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili had just left when they met the old man coming out with a wooden box in his hand.

Seeing the apprentice, the old man stopped and said, "To see her?"

Looking at the rolled up sleeves of the old man, Xia Zhaoyi said, "Is her face alright?"

"It was also dissected by me." The old man said.

"Where's the body?" Zhi Li asked.

"I just said something," the old man replied, walking up, and said, "Let's go."

Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili glanced at each other, and the two boys turned to follow the old man.

"Is there any result?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

"She was tortured and killed alive, and the process was extremely long, and she died after suffering for several days."

Xia Zhaoyi frowned, a little angrily: "She is only a child in her teens."

"It's really violent and heartless! These people should be tortured back in the same way!" Zhi Li scolded.

"The torture methods are complicated, but the techniques are not skilled. The knife skills are slightly poor, but they can be ruthless, and there is no mercy. This torture method, combined with the torture equipment seen below, reminds me of a person I knew before. "The old man said, "His name is Feng Qingang. I was invited by a friend to go to Mount Ye, and I met him there. It was many years later that I realized that he likes to abuse and torture all kinds of creatures. This person does all kinds of evil, and will This book is a biography, but I have read that book."

"Is there such a person?" Grinding his teeth, "Is he still alive?"

"I don't know," the old man shook his head, "It happened more than 30 years ago."

(End of this chapter)