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Chapter 810 Great Drum God

Chapter 810 Great Drum God

In winter, a heavy snow turned the whole northern Xinjiang into a white world.

Yang Xuan got up early, and seeing the whiteness outside, he couldn't help but get excited.

"Ah Ning, it's snowing heavily."

Zhou Ning was dressing in the room, "Yeah!"

Yang Xuan didn't know what to do outside.

Zhou Ning asked, "Is Ah Liang up?"

The maid outside said: "Young Lord, get up."

"what!"

Early in the morning, Ah Liang's yelling sounded extraordinarily lively.

"Aye!"

"Auntie!"

Ah Liang was wearing thick clothes and looked a little clumsy.

He stood on the steps, looked at the snow, and suddenly clapped his hands, "Play!"

Just as Zhou Ning came out, he saw his son fall headfirst.

puff!
Just like that, Ah Liang was submerged in the snow.

Zheng Wuniang let out an exclamation, and jumped down too, and while digging, she shouted, "Damn you! Damn you!"

Yang Xuan just smiled.

Beside, a big snowman.

Zhou Ning ran over in a hurry, and Zheng Wuniang had just fished A Liang out, covered in snow.

"it is good!"

Ah Liang applauded happily, and was immediately slapped by Zhou Ning.

"Call you naughty!"

A Liang just laughed.

"Child, let him play with him!"

Yang Xuan said.

Zhou Ning said: "I'm just worried about the cold air entering my body."

"Children are not so delicate. When I was a child, I was walking in the snow in straw sandals, and my nose was running all winter, but I didn't see anything."

Yang Xuan came over and carried A Liang over with one hand, "It's time to let go, and I have to let go."

Zhou Ning said: "How old is Ah Liang?"

"Those women from powerful families also said the same thing. The child is in his teens and 20s, and he only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. If the family members say it, she will justify it. How old is the child..."

"Am I that kind of woman?"

"If it goes on like this, it won't be far away."

Yang Xuan threw the child in front of the snowman, turned around, just in time to see Zhou Ning entering the house.

A gust of cold wind rolled up and went in.

He smiled, turned around, "Look, Ah Liang, this is a snowman."

"Snow!" Ah Liang was very happy, completely unaware of the undercurrent between his parents.

Zhou Ning sat in front of the dressing table, looking quite calm.

After some time, Yang Xuan came in.

"Are you still angry?"

Zhou Ning was silent.

Yang Xuan put his hand behind his back and sighed: "I said before, Ah Liang can't grow in a woman's hand..."

"But Ah Liang is only two years old." Zhou Ning couldn't help retorting, "A two-year-old child, even the most ruthless Ye Niang, will take care of him carefully, worrying that he will die! Bah, bah, bah!"

Zhou Ning pouted three times lightly, avoiding the word premature death.

"The premature death is more due to lack of hygiene."

"Why don't you talk about hygiene?"

"When I didn't know? The wet nurses of powerful people didn't sterilize their openings before feeding!"

"Knock?" Zhou Ning blushed, "What kind of poison?"

"There are some invisible things on it. Adults can touch it without any problems, but children can't."

Adults have nothing to do, children will be recruited.

"shameless!"

Zhou Ning raised his head.

"So since you were pregnant, I have been arranging all of this. Do you think that I will ignore the child's body? Besides, isn't there a miracle doctor like you at home?

Why!This is my apology. "

Yang Xuan moved forward with his right hand.

The refreshing fragrance hits.

A plum blossom!
"Blooming?" Zhou Ning rejoiced.

"Our house didn't open, but the one next door opened, so I went to pick a branch."

"Isn't that Lin Feibao's house?"

Zhou Ning thought of Yang Xuan sneaking into Lin Feibao's house, and Lin Feibao's cultivation level, so he naturally found out, but just kept silent, watching the boss pick a plum blossom in front of his own plum tree, break it and run away.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Zhang Siniang's voice came from outside, "Fugui fell into the snow."

Yang Xuan went out, "In this weather, you can find big goods in the mountains."

When he was hunting in the mountains, winter was also a good time.

However, this season is not very friendly to the common people.

"Lang Jun."

Jiang He'er came, his face was cold and red, reminding Yang Xuan of the red apple in the scroll.

"Liu Sima invites you to go."

Yang Xuan reluctantly handed over his son to Zhou Ning, "It's time to calm down."

"Aye! Aye!"

A Liang struggled in Zhou Ning's hands, stretched out his hand and shouted in despair, "Aye!"

Zhou Ning sneered, "Come here!"

"exist!"

Yan Xiao and Hua Hong come in.

"close the door!"

"Yes!"

Close the door!
"Fire!"

……

For metaphysics, winter is the most unsatisfactory season.

The bridge is gone.

Walking on the bridge, looking at the snow-capped surroundings, Ning Yayun stroked her beard, "It's nice to be quiet."

In the past, when walking here, there were always professors or disciples on both sides enjoying it.Let's enjoy it, a group of clubs, and like to argue.

Facing a problem that no one has been able to solve for thousands of years, they can argue for half a month.

"I need to practice!"

Ning Yayun felt that this situation must be changed.

He walked to the bridge, moved his foot, the snow bounced up, then waved his hand, the inner breath accumulated in his body overnight sprayed out, and the snow was blown down.

"Hey! Shu Tan!"

Ning Yayun sat on the clean bridge, putting the piano on her back on her lap.

Close your eyes, brewing a bit of emotion.

Reach out.

"Headmaster!"

A figure flew over.

Zhuang Xin, the leader of the wine soldier department, was carrying a wine gourd, and he didn't forget to raise his head to take a sip when flying in the air, and then looked back, "Headmaster, help!"

An Ziyu flew over behind him, the ruler flew in the air, and with a bang, Zhuang Xin was shot down, and fell in front of Ning Yayun.

"What's the matter?" Ning Yayun asked with one hand on her chin.

An Ziyu landed on the ground, "This man has been drinking since last night until morning, and when he's finished drinking, he wants to exchange his drink with a long sword..."

"Hey!"

Ning Yayun sighed.

Zhuang Xin, who fell on the ground, supported his head with one hand, raised the wine gourd with the other, took a sip, then shook the gourd, it was gone.

"Headmaster, if you don't drink alcohol, you're in vain walking in this world!"

Ning Yayun said calmly: "Ten years ago, the old man could save you with just a guqin. It is said that there are good wines everywhere in the underworld, waiting for you to drink."

Zhuang Xin shuddered, "The old man is sleepy, go back and catch up on sleep."

Seeing him run away, An Ziyu said angrily, "Look, this is the benefit of your inaction."

"At least, there is no dispute within Metaphysics."

"That's true."

A disciple came over, "Headmaster, Deputy Envoy Yang is here."

Ning Yayun stood up, "The old man is sick."

An Ziyu said: "You think Zitai will believe it? Hurry up!"

When Yang Xuan came, Ning Yayun was playing the piano.

"Teach Yaxing well."

Ning Yayun stopped, "There will be no good things when you come, so tell me!"

"There must be a cup of tea too!"

Yang Xuan didn't sit down.

"Sit down and talk." Ning Yayun pointed to the side.

Yang Xuan shook his head, "Even if there is no snow, the ground is still cold. I teach you to sit like this, buttocks won't feel uncomfortable? Be careful of hemorrhoids!"

Ning Yayun said lightly: "Don't you know that the inner breath can protect the butt?"

"But who would waste his energy on his butt when he has nothing to do?" Yang Xuan smiled and said, "That's the head teacher."

Ning Yayun didn't take her inner breath seriously, wishing she would never have this thing in her body.

"Talk about things." Ning Yayun felt that her heart was floating.

"It's snowing a lot. The city is alright, and there are many people to help. I'm worried that something will happen to the villages outside the city."

That's why Liu Qing looked for him.

"The old man also wants to donate some money and food, but..."

Ning Yayun shook her cuffs, but there was nothing left, "There are only two sleeves left."

Yang Xuan looked at Ning Yayun, "Master, is your piano made of good wood?"

"You can't find a second piece in the whole northern Xinjiang." Ning Yayun touched the piano she made by herself, feeling very comfortable.

"One hundred thousand dollars?" Yang Xuan said.

Ning Yayun looked at him, stroked the strings lightly, "Since you took charge of Beijiang, everything is money."

An Ziyu really went to get a cup of hot tea, Yang Xuan stood up, "How dare you."

He took a sip of the tea, bent his legs and knees, and sat down cross-legged like this, "When I first arrived in Chang'an, I was full and the whole family was not hungry. At that time, I was the happiest. I studied in the Imperial College, played with my classmates, and lived every day. What I look forward to the most when eating...

In an instant, I came to northern Xinjiang. At first, tens of thousands of people below asked me to support them.Then came Chenzhou, well, more than 80 people are waiting for me to support.

Today is good, the whole northern Xinjiang is like a big mouth.Every morning when I wake up, I have to face a problem, where to find food today to feed this big mouth! "

"Being an official is not easy." Ning Yayun took the Guqin away.

"It's not easy." Yang Xuan said.

Ning Yayun got up, "What if I just stand by and watch?"

Yang Xuan pointed to the sky, "There is a story, let me tell you."

Ning Yayun carried the piano on her back, "It's too quiet today, I'm not used to it, just listen to it."

The two went to the value room.

"It snowed heavily in a certain place in a certain year. An official, a scribe, and a powerful man gathered in the yamen to drink. When the wine was half drunk, the official said that it was snowing heavily outside. Why don't I write a poem together to celebrate today's gathering..."

Ning Yayun walked in front with a graceful figure.

"The scribes started, and the snow fell. The officials followed, this is the royal auspiciousness."

"Shameless!" An Ziyu said angrily from behind.

When the two disciples on the side of the road saw her, they were in high spirits at first, and immediately bowed their heads and stood with their hands tied, like two quails that had been ravaged by frost.

"Hao Qiang pats his puffed stomach, burps, and it doesn't matter for another three years."

Ning Yayun said quietly: "Are you mocking that Chang'an?"

The emperor was unrestrained in the pear garden, completely disregarding the suffering of the people all over the world.

Yang Xuan smiled, "The three of them suddenly found that the fourth sentence was difficult to answer, you pushed me to let it go. Just at this time, there was a beggar outside who was shivering. He couldn't bear it any longer when he heard this, and said, let go Your mother's shit!"

An Ziyu was startled, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ning Yayun didn't smile, "This weather, this Tang Dynasty, how many people do you think will die?"

Yang Xuan looked at the sky, "It is estimated that most of the north is snowing.

It would be fine if it was 20 years ago.But now there are refugees everywhere.Those refugees already rely on begging for a living, and the weather changes suddenly, where do you let them go to hide? "

"What will happen?" An Ziyu asked.

Yang Xuan was silent.

"Why didn't you say it?" An Ziyu said dissatisfied.

"Si Ye, there are many things that are hard to say."

"I have a straightforward temper, and I hate your sloppy attitude the most, say!"

Yang Xuan said: "Looking at those refugees in the corner during the day, they were livid and trembling.

At dawn, even the sergeant did not go out, so the corpse collectors were ordered to drive a cart to the street for a turn.

Seeing the person curled up in the corner, he yelled, and poked him a few times with a stick if he didn't think so.

If there is no movement, just lift it into the car...

Just walk and walk, all the way out of the city, and find a place to bury it. "

"There are no philanthropists?" An Ziyu was shocked.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan said with a smile: "Someone looked at those hungry wild dogs and felt compassionate, and threw those refugees who died of cold and starvation on the graves.

Relying on these carcasses, the wild dogs can grow fat and strong after a winter.

Only, the eyes will turn green. "

An Ziyu choked up.

Ning Yayun glanced at Yang Xuan.

How could he forget that Si Ye is the head of the Kuqing Department?

Yang Xuan quickly persuaded: "Don't worry, this is Northern Xinjiang, no, I will go to inspect right away."

An Ziyu flew away.

"I'm angry." Yang Xuan smiled wryly.

Ning Yayun said: "Women are troublesome."

"So this is also the reason why you have been single for many years?" Yang Xuan felt that Lao Ning was a bit awkward.

Ning Yayun patted the piano on her back with her backhand, "The old man likes to play the piano all day long. Back then in Chang'an, a woman came to the door and said that Master Ning, I like to listen to the piano."

"Isn't this intended for you?"

"The old man just said, can you listen to it for ten years?"

Ten years...Yang Xuan thinks it's not bad.

"The woman said, it's good to listen to it every day!" Ning Yayun smiled, "The old man said, except for eating and sleeping, the old man is playing the piano, can you bear it?"

"Maybe he's gone?"

"I didn't leave, I said I was happy."

"That means you are very attractive."

"Yeah!" Ning Yayun sighed, "Later she put something in the old man's tea, and even put her fingers in to stir it up, it's disgusting."

"You..." Yang Xuan looked at him, feeling like he had been poisoned.

"The old man felt that the host and the guest were casual, so he changed the water glass while she was not paying attention."

Yang Xuan: "..."

An Ziyu flew over.

Holding a small bundle in his hand, "These are my savings. Zitai took them and exchanged them for some food and bedding for those hungry people."

Yang Xuan said: "We are not short of this..."

Bah!
Throwing the small bundle into Yang Xuan's arms, An Ziyu left.

With their hands behind their backs and their heads held high, wherever they went, those disciples ran wild.

The roar echoed in the new metaphysics gate:
"Do you still want to learn? If you don't learn, go farm! Just make clothes!"

Yang Xuan and Ning Yayun walked outside the guard room, "I see, let's not go in!"

"It seems that the matter is not small?" Ning Yayun opened the door, "Tell me."

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the people are panicking, so they can only pray to God.

Some people are worshiping the drum god, saying that the more devout people there are, the more merciful God will be.When I turned around, I received my supernatural powers, and let everyone

Ansheng this year. "

Ning Yayun froze for a moment, "What big drum god?"

"You haven't heard of it either?"

"That name is not serious at first glance."

"That's right, a serious god, who would use a human artifact as a name?"

Ning Yayun went in, "Other things, I'm lazy and I don't have the skills. It's my duty."

"Then hurry up!"

"The old man has to take advantage of the guy."

"What's the matter?"

Ning Yayun picked up the thing, came out, and shook it.

"Without this thing, the old man can use up to [-]% of ten out of ten methods."

The stag flicked its tail.

Fairy fluttering.

Headmaster Ning said calmly: "Go, go and see who is sacred, and dare to make incense under the nose of metaphysics!"

……

Ask for a ticket!

(End of this chapter)

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