Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 620 Night Road
"Ijilian Bode! How come so fast? Good, good! I'm short of people right now, just come back!" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Your Highness received your letter, and came here day and night!" Yiji Lianbode said with a smile: "It's a pity that there is no clue about Fan Changan's matter, and I have no face to see you!"

"It's okay, it's okay, this guy can't run away in Chengdu, after we understand Chang'an, it won't be too late to go back and deal with him!" Wang Wenzuo laughed.

"Your Highness said so!" Yiji Lianbode nodded: "Judging from the results of my investigation these days, even if this Fan Changan has nothing to do with Xiao Langjun's death, there must be a big conspiracy behind it, what a pity you It has already been transferred from Chengdu, otherwise it will be captured directly and tortured, and it will definitely be dug out!"

"Maybe, but I have more important things right now!" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "You need to understand the situation in Chang'an first, and then you can help me deal with one person!"

"one person?"

"Yes, Wannian county magistrate Zhou Xing! The queen is using him to deal with me. I will let Li Bo be your deputy. He is a native of Chang'an and knows the local situation very well!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "This time The matter is not easy, if we do not handle it well, we will all confess to Chang'an!"

"Your subordinate understands!" Yi Jilian Bode also felt the heaviness in Wang Wenzuo's words, and he nodded: "Your Highness, please rest assured, leave everything to this subordinate!"

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Just as the entire city of Chang'an was shocked by the recent case of Wu Minzhi's rape of the princess, the situation around Datang was also undergoing drastic changes.The failure of the Battle of Dafeichuan broke the myth of the invincibility of the Tang army. More and more conquered people around the Tang Dynasty watched all this in amazement. In the middle of the battle, rolling all over the ground, they took up weapons one after another, waiting for the opportunity to drive away the enemies riding on their heads and regain their freedom.

On a quiet night in the early summer of the second year of Xianheng (671), on the right bank of the southern section of Nashui (named by the Songhua River in the Tang Dynasty) leading to Laoxiazitun, there was a team of knights, about 20 people, walking very slowly. Walking along the river.The rear horse almost stepped on the hoofprints of the front horse. At the front of the team, there were two knights side by side, as if they were the outposts of the team, but if you looked carefully, you would find that they were not scouts.The two just kept talking in low voices, and they didn't even glance at the village houses they passed by.After walking for a while, these two people would rein in the reins and look back at the team behind them. One of them whispered: "Slow down, slow down!"

The people behind followed what he said, slowed down their horses, and moved forward at a speed almost similar to a slow walk.

A group of people passed through the hills and came to a flat land. The moonlight shone on the ground, and they could finally see why the group of people walked so slowly. It turned out that there were two horses running side by side in this group of people. There is a net bag hanging from the saddle, and there seems to be a person lying in the net bag.Under the silver light of the moon, one could clearly see a half-grown child with a pale face and tightly closed eyes.Behind the net bag are more than a dozen guards on horseback. They are dressed in leather armor inlaid with iron pieces, holding short spears and horn bows. It is difficult to tell their identities from their clothing.Although the two people standing in the front seemed to be indifferent to the surroundings, the people following them just kept looking around, looking very vigilant, because the surroundings were completely wilderness.

The whole field was silent, and the only thing that could break the silence was the sound of horseshoes and the occasional shouts of the leading knight.

"Slow down, slow down!" he always warned repeatedly.

Then he turned his head and asked his companion beside him: "Respected Harwin, do you really think it's right for the king to meet Qi Sibiyu like this?"

This tall young woman named Harwin, with oil paint on her face and a fox fur hat decorated with bird feathers on her head, seemed to possess a mysterious power. She saw Looking at the sky, he replied: "Don't worry, General Jian, according to the omens, your trip to Baishan will be safe, and neither ghosts nor robbers will hurt you or your child, the King!"

The man who asked the question shook his head: "I'm not asking if your journey is safe, you should know that since the first day I raised an army against the Tang people, I'm not afraid of dying in battle. I'm just worried about whether Qi Sibiyu will fulfill his promise! "

"This world is no longer the era of keeping words!" Harwin said with a smile: "For a person like Qi Sibiyu, don't talk about divination or ask God, even if you ask him himself, he will not let the situation come to an end. I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"Well, you're right!" The man sighed: "Qi Sibiyu is indeed such a person, but I have no other choice! The Tang people have sent new reinforcements from Hebei. If the Mohe people don't If you are willing to send troops, then I can only retreat to Silla!"

"You, you!" Harwin sighed: "Jian Mucen, why do you have to fight against the Tang people? Goguryeo is dead, and you are not a royal family, so you just take this little doll and want to restore the country ?The demise of this country is the same as the death of a person. Have you ever seen the resurrection of the dead? Can’t you see the current situation clearly? Everyone is planning for themselves, but you are not. If this continues, you will not do well It's the end!"

There was no other sound from Siye to interrupt their conversation, only the clanging sound of the horse's hoof hitting the stone, and from the direction of the river, there was the chirping of crickets at this time. These strange sounds were very frightening at night, and everyone else would know them. Frightened by it, but Jian Mucen didn't care. He looked at the moon in the sky and fell into deep thought. After a while, he sighed: "Harwin!"

"what happened?"

"You are a shaman, is there a kind of herbal medicine that can make people die after eating it, even if there is a cliff in front of them, they will grit their teeth and jump off?"

"No, even if it really exists, I haven't heard of it!" Harwin laughed.

"No, I think I've eaten this kind of herbal medicine!" Jian Mucen said with a smile: "You are right, it is impossible to restore the country. Yes, many people talk about driving away the Tang people and restoring Goguryeo, but they What they think in their hearts is another matter. As you said, they only think about themselves, and Fuguo is just a banner. As a bargaining chip with the Tang people! The Silla people are like this, and the Mohe people are also like this. One day I will die in their hands!"

"You're right!" the female shaman laughed, her oil-painted face had a strange beauty: "But not this time, your life is not over yet!" Speaking of which, the woman is like a horse Like a mare, it let out a weird laugh, and that laughter echoed ominously to the deep canyon ahead.

"If that's the case, I'll accept your auspicious words!" Jian Mou Cen laughed, his eyes gradually turned elsewhere, lost in thought, and finally said to himself: "Yes, I will die, but The names of these guys who survived will be forgotten, and my name will be remembered. Even after thousands of years, people here will use my name as a banner of resistance. Everyone is mortal, but the reputation lasts forever !"

This time the female shaman did not interrupt Jian Mou Cen's words. She looked at the man in front of her with fascination and admiration in her eyes. She knew very well that the other man's career would eventually fail, and all the signs appeared like this. how?She didn't care at all, she was very happy to live and die with this man, as he said, everyone is mortal, but at least she lived according to her own wishes!
Silence returned to the four fields, and here, the river bank became narrower and more desolate. The pale moonlight shone on the woods and rocks, changing various strange scenes.Harwin spoke up: "This is the Great King's Tomb, we must gather together before we can go there!"

"why?"

"As soon as it gets dark, there are evil ghosts thirsting for human blood everywhere. Without the protection of magic, how many people will die here!"

The two reined in their horses and waited for a while. After the follow-up people had arrived, Jian Mucen stood up from the saddle and looked at the people in the net pockets.

"Is he all right?"

"Sleep so soundly that I can't wake up even if I shake it!" An old soldier replied.

"I gave him a dose of sleep medicine before departure, so don't worry!" the female shaman said.

"Everyone be careful later, don't disperse!" Jian Mou Cen said.

"Don't worry, I've spilled my medicine on you, and ghosts won't hurt you!" The female shaman took out a wooden box from her bosom, picked up the ointment inside with her fingertips, and applied it on the foreheads of the man and the horse. , everyone in the team, even the most brutal and fierce man, bowed their heads respectfully to the female shaman in this matter.

The team set off again, and soon arrived at the Dawang Tomb, which was a mound close to the river, like a round shield buckled on the ground.The moonlight shines brightly on the white stones standing on the mound. Some stones are isolated and some are stacked together. Some stone slabs stood upright, some stood upside down, like stone tablets on a cemetery.The entire Great King's Tomb is like a huge ruin. At a certain time in the past, even before the Han Dynasty, a certain powerful leader built a city here and ruled the land.But now there are only ruins and ruins left here, and even the surrounding area is empty. Only wild animals hide here. When it gets dark, all kinds of ghosts dance and wreak havoc here.

The team hadn't finished halfway, and the oncoming breeze just now turned into a violent whirlwind.The whirlwind circled the valley with a sullen and ominous whistling sound.From the ruins, the night walkers listened to all kinds of terrible sounds that seemed to spit out from the suffocating chest: some sighed deeply, some moaned sadly, some laughed loudly, and some children cried at night.The whole mound seems to be alive. Behind the ancient stones here, there are many tall shadows, grotesque and indescribable, as if jumping and dancing on the stones.A little farther away, in the dark, you can see a little green light, which seems to be the eyes of a pack of wolves.Finally, at the end of the road, amidst the rugged stones, a deep voice could be heard howling, a cry here, and a reply from behind.

"This is a man-eating ghost!" A young man whispered to the veteran beside him with a trembling voice.

"No, no, it's a mandrill!" the old soldier whispered, his voice even smaller.

"Bodhisattva! Be merciful!" Another veteran took off his hat, grabbed a wooden Buddha statue hanging around his neck, and begged in horror.

"You don't have to worry, we have shaman's ointment on our bodies, those ghosts can't hurt us!" Jian Mucen comforted.

The ears of all the horses stood up, and they were sneezing uneasily. Harwin urged the horses forward, and she muttered, as if she was reciting a spell. Anyway, no one knew what she was muttering until she passed through. During this journey, she turned her head and said to everyone: "Okay, it's over, these guys are hungry ghosts, I just chanted the mantra, and they moved away, now give me a piece of dry biscuit, a bag of Drinks!"

When she said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a young man took out dry biscuits and wine, and respectfully brought them to Harwin.The female shaman jumped off the horse, tore up the dry biscuits, threw them on the ground, sprinkled the wine, and chanted another spell, saying: "It's okay, these guys have something to eat, so they won't hurt us!"

A group of people continued to set off, Harbin Wen and Jian Mou Cen were still at the front, and the others followed behind. They were all worried just now, but now they were talking and laughing. Everyone remembered the horrible scene just now.

"Without this woman, none of us would be able to get out alive!"

"Yes, this female shaman is amazing!"

"But General Jian didn't say a word just now, he just stared at that child!"

"The general's guts are not small, but if he encounters what I encountered back then, he may not be what he is now!"

"Oh, what happened to you, old man?"

"That happened more than ten years ago! That night, I took a shortcut and passed a cemetery at the foot of the mountain. I saw something that rushed out of the cemetery and jumped right behind my saddle. I saw, But it was a child with a blue-gray face! It was clearly a ghost. He and his mother must have been captured by Mohe robbers before they were alive, so they were not rescued by monks after they died. Now the ghosts are still there. Its eyes are shining with fluorescent light It was glowing green, and it was scary to look at. Then it jumped up from the saddle and climbed onto my neck, and I felt something biting the back of my head. Bodhisattva! Help!"

"What happened after that? What happened?"

"What else? Of course I escaped? Otherwise, who is talking to you now?" The old soldier replied angrily.

There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the crowd, and the young man who asked the question patted the back of his head in embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)