Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 87
Red sleeve move.

After last night's Lunar New Year's Day explosion, the lakeside attic in the morning seemed a little cold.

Han Ye was standing on the spiral staircase, holding an eye pestle, carefully erasing the space crack damage caused by Sang Sang.

Shui Zhu'er on the side yawned disregarding her image.

"Are you drawing symbols?" Shui Zhu'er leaned on the railing and asked sleepily.

"The big formation in the capital is a precision instrument, and I am repairing it."

Shui Zhu'er obviously didn't understand, so she could only hold on to her drowsiness and continue to watch Han Ye touch left and right to draw.

"Sister Shuizhu'er, do you want to practice?" Han Ye asked.

"Never thought about it, why? Do you think I can do it? Yan Se said I can't." Shui Zhu'er became interested when she heard the words, covered her lips with a chuckle, and shook her head.

"I have investigated the qualifications of all the girls recruited by the red sleeves. Excluding the teacher's wife, sister Xiaocao and you have the best cultivation qualifications."

"The reason why I ask you this is because I'm thinking about Hongxiu Zhao. After all, the real right to speak in this world is in the hands of practitioners. People, after all, have to rely on themselves."

Shui Zhu'er looked up and pondered for a while, thinking it made sense.

"Then which path do you think my sister and I are suitable to take? Yan Se said that I don't have the talent to draw symbols." Shui Zhu'er straightened her hair and put on a sexy pose.

"I want you to try a new one," Han Ye replied.

"what?"

"Sister Shuizhu'er's figure must be from opera background."

"good eyesight."

"The skill I want my sister to learn is called the Godhead Mask, a kind of witch. Use yourself to act as a god, act until others believe it, act until you believe it, perform it with your life, and finally transform yourself into a god."

"Sounds very interesting." Shui Zhu'er smiled wanly.

Just as Han Ye was about to continue explaining what God is, a long-haired man downstairs opened the door and walked in. Seeing Han Ye on the spiral pavilion, he saluted.

"Oh, our Chang'e is here. It looks like she is here to look for you. Let's talk about it next time." Shui Zhu'er bowed and left with a swaying posture.

"I met General Han! What is the general looking for from me?" Long Qing hurried up.

After a performance last night, Han Ye obviously felt that Long Qing was different, and he seemed to have given up some of his original stubbornness.

"Well, the performance was good last night. I heard that the old master Chunfengting Chao is looking for you all over the city." Han Ye smiled and looked at Long Qing.

"What are you looking for me for?" Long Qing was confused.

"Be his daughter-in-law."

"..." Long Qing was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, I'm not joking with you, just look at this, bad news from Yan Kingdom."

A letter fell into Long Qing's hands.

"The Kingdom of Yan was hit by a fire meteor yesterday, and the King of Yan unfortunately passed away."

"Then Crown Prince Chongming took over the throne, and the territory of Yan Kingdom suffered floods once in a thousand years. Now the whole country has turned into a swamp country."

"More than half of the people were killed or injured, the royal family asked Xiling for help, and Xiling couldn't take care of itself."

Long Qing's hands holding the letter trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were flushed, as if trying to restrain himself.

"What does General Han want me to do?" Long Qing asked hoarsely.

"Persuade Yan Kingdom to surrender and merge it into our territory of Tang Kingdom." Long Qing looked up at Han Ye in disbelief upon hearing this.

"Think about it carefully. This is the only way to survive for the Yan Kingdom. After thinking about it, set off to persuade the new emperor of the Yan Kingdom."

"Yes." Long Qing saluted as if he had lost his soul, and went downstairs.

Lin Ling and Chao Xiaoshu walked in, and gave Long Qing a strange look.

At this time, Long Qing was like a delicate woman who had been ill for a long time, stumbling out of the gate of Hongxiu Zhao.

Chao Xiaoshu wanted to say hello, but felt that something was weird.

"Brother Han, how is the formation?" Chao Xiaoshu's voice came from downstairs.

"It will take a while, Brother Chao, why are you here?" Han Ye began to restore the workers' daily life.

"Of course I'm here to tell you good news."

"A lot of Tang people have already returned to the territory of Tang State. According to what you said, they set up outposts every five miles. There are food and water in them, enough for those who lost money to return to Tang State."

"Ah."

Han Ye nodded when he heard the words. As expected, after all, the only country in the world that has not been affected by disasters is the Tang Kingdom. Following the human nature of seeking benefits and avoiding disadvantages, the number of residents in Tang Kingdom will skyrocket in the past few months.

"Lin Ling, what about you? What good news?"

"Uh... General, there is a change in the north." Lin Ling was a little embarrassed, and then clasped his fists in reply.

"A lot of mummified corpses were found on the border of the Golden Tent King's Court Grassland. It seems that some kind of martial art has sucked out the blood and flesh, leaving only the skin and bones. General Xiahou has led people deep into the grassland to investigate."

"Xiahou went in personally?" Han Ye stopped what he was doing.

"That's what the military newspaper said." Hearing this, Chao Xiaoshu also showed a serious expression.

"I'm afraid it's not something simple that can attract Xiahou's attention..."

Han Ye roughly sensed it, and found that the talisman that the north handed over to Xiahou to protect his life still had enough yin and yang energy, and it was fine at present, so he waved his hand to signal Lin Ling to continue to follow up the latest news.

Golden Tent Royal Court.

Sea of ​​grass in the rainstorm.

"General, I don't think we can go any further. From now on, we have encountered dozens of small tribes that have been slaughtered!" A Tang soldier shouted towards Xiahou.

"Absolutely inside the royal court..."

"Hush!" Before Tang Bing finished speaking, Xia Hou raised his hand to signal silence, and slowly pulled out his spear from his back soaked in the sea of ​​grass.

"Hmm~" There seemed to be the roar of wild beasts in the roar of the rainstorm, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Xiahou vigilantly sensed the movement around him. In the rain like a bead curtain, a blood-red lotus slowly fell from the sky and floated in front of him.

The lotus rotates on its own and has 32 petals. The petals are different, but they are all painted with blood vessel-like patterns.

There was a scream behind Xiahou, but he stared at the petals as if he didn't hear it at all.

Until a skinny hand reached out to Xiahou's neck, a talisman shone on his chest, and a chill suddenly rushed from the soles of Xiahou's feet to the top of the sky.

Xiahou suddenly came to his senses, swept his spear across, and turned around.

I saw a skinny monk standing in the rainstorm in Caohai, looking at him with blood dripping from his mouth.

"master?!"

Ning Que shivered and opened his eyes suddenly.

It seemed that everything before was a nightmare, with black storms, torrential rain, and sparks raging in the sky.

The blurry and pure white world in his eyes gradually became clear.

What came into view was a towering pagoda. The pagoda was inverted and inserted into the ground. The bottom of the pagoda was the highest, hidden in a golden mist.

Surrounding the stupa are curved walls made of pure gold.

If he had to describe it, Ning Que felt as if he was at the bottom of a spherical world, and the only possible exit in the sky was blocked by the bottom of the tower and the golden mist.

There are countless monks sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the whole world. These monks look yellow and thin, as if they will die at any time, but their faces are extremely calm, and they keep chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Indistinctly, countless pure golden silk threads flew out from the top of the monk's head and floated towards the pagoda.

"Where is this? Am I dead?"

"Where's Sangsang?"

Ning Que stood up in a daze, managed to stabilize his dizzy head, and began to look around for Sangsang's short, dark figure.

In the static of the wilderness at the bottom, Ning Que seemed to be the only unstable factor.

A ray of blue light escaped from the pagoda and came to Ning Que in an instant.

I saw that the visitor had a handsome face, kindly lowered eyebrows, a bun on the top of his head, a blood mole between his eyebrows glowing red, and a blue three-headed lion riding under him.

"What the hell is this!?"

Ning Que took a step back in disbelief, put his right hand behind his back, but found that the sword had long since disappeared, and the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as those of the skinny monks around him.

　No, no, no, no, no, I drank some wine and lost my mind, let's make it up tomorrow

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(End of this chapter)