polar demon

Chapter 53 Disaster ([-])

After some briefings, the gate of Hebo Temple opened slowly, and Fei Qingquan also stepped into it.

The heavy door closed slowly behind him, and the light in the temple suddenly dimmed, approaching darkness.

As the temple became dark and unclear, there was a strange and strange coldness in the solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Fei Qingquan walked along the empty temple, and saw purple shells inlaid on the gateposts, fish scales on the roof, and dragons carved on the stone walls.It didn't take long before I saw the statue of Hebo traveling on a double-chi cart and covered with lotus leaves.

Under the statue, a huge and luxurious chair was placed.Sitting upright on it was a middle-aged man in fine clothes and high crown, with a majestic bearing.

Fei Qingquan saluted the middle-aged man solemnly:

"Yangcheng Star Supervising Envoy Fei Qingquan, pay homage to Your Majesty! Your Majesty can—"

Before he finished speaking, Fei Qingquan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and hurriedly turned his head to look towards the other side of the temple.

I saw a huge chair placed under another gray stone pillar.There was also a person wearing a black robe with his face covered by a hood sitting on it.

"Ghost!" Fei Qingquan felt his heart beating violently, but he didn't expect there to be a ghost here.

The man in the black robe slowly raised his head, revealing a dark face under the hood.

His dark-brown face is covered with tattoos, his eyes are bright and monstrous gold, his fingers are like crooked hooks, his teeth are exposed like sharp knives, and his nose is bloody.

Fei Qingquan only felt that the blood in his whole body began to freeze:
"Outworld Zombie!"

Then, a strange and eerie laughter sounded from the other side.

Fei Qingquan twisted his stiff neck and looked, only to see that there was also a chair on the other side.

Sitting on the chair was a person who seemed to be condensed by the lingering black wind. The black wind had no tongue, but could make sharp and weird laughter.

"Shadow laugh!"

Fei Qingquan's voice trembled, he recognized it, this is the ghost of the five ghosts, Yingxiao.

Horror and fear instantly filled Fei Qingquan's brain, he never imagined that when he came to pay respects to Dong Chongjun, he would see a ghost here.

After reacting, Fei Qingquan sternly said to Dong Chongjun:
"Dong Chongjun! Are you going to betray the king?"

Dong Chongjun was sitting on a huge and gorgeous chair, his voice was like silent thunder:
"Fei Qingquan, the honorable guest of the Corpse God Dao and the Five Ghost Dao, was invited by the King."

When Fei Qingquan heard this, Cangli's face was full of disbelief:

"Your Majesty, how come?"

Just listen to Dong Chongjun continue to say coldly:

"For the reward given by the king, Ye County belongs to the Lord, Yang County belongs to the Corpse God, and Wei County belongs to the Five Ghosts."

Fei Qingquan only felt that his mind was blank, and he came here this time, but it was such a result.
"Boom!"

The huge stone gate of the temple opened again, and then quickly closed, as if someone had entered again.

The visitor seemed to have a dignified status, Dong Chongjun, Ying Xiao and Zombie all stood up from their seats and saluted the visitor.

Fei Qingquan turned his head, his eyes were happy at first, then he understood, and deep despair began to well up in his eyes.

The person who came was a man about 30 years old. He was tall and tall, with a handsome face and long hair hanging behind him.The robe has wide sleeves, and despite the smile on the corner of his mouth, it is impossible to ignore his noble temperament.

"Mr. Changmo," Fei Qingquan called out this person dryly and hoarsely.

I received the news that the person who came to deal with the bronze coffin was none other than Mr. Chang Mo.

But now that Mr. Chang Mo appeared here, everything is clear, and everything is in vain.
He hardly heard what Dong Chongjun said next:
"Fei Qingquan, there are some things you have to do well"

The process of waiting for the handover of the county government is boring and tedious.

Fortunately, Lan Xuan was with her and joked from time to time, so that Jiang Yuan would not feel so bored.

As a child of an aristocratic family, Lan Xuan inevitably showed arrogance and coquettishness in her gestures, but she seemed to deliberately draw closer to Jiang Yuan, so the conversation between the two was quite harmonious.

When it was not licensed, the handover work was finally over.And Fei Qingquan also rushed back in a carriage.

The members of the Lan family also wanted to invite Fei Qingquan, Jiang Yuan and others to a banquet, but Fei Qingquan was so depressed that he declined and led the group on the road.

When they came, there were only Fei Qingquan, Jiang Yuan and a few officials.

When he returned, he brought with him the officials from Ye County, as well as several children from the Lan family and their slaves.

Jiang Yuan looked through the window of the car and looked at the fellows of the Lan family.

Lan Xuan and the rest of the Lan family's children all rode in the gorgeous carriage and rarely showed up.

And those slaves are also divided into three, six, and nine classes.The lower-class slaves are ragged, like beggars; the upper-class slaves, well-clothed and well-fed, are far better than ordinary people in Yangcheng in terms of clothing and spirit.

In the area under the jurisdiction of Xue Guo's government, private slaves have long been abolished.In the rest of the fiefdoms, whether slaves exist or not depends entirely on the will of the lord.

Jiang Yuan noticed that the slaves brought by Lan Xuan were all strong and handsome young men, not even a female slave was found.

It seems that Lan Xuan is far more open than Jiang Yuan imagined.

At dusk, the group finally arrived at the ferry.

Jiang Yuan and Fei Qingquan were still on the same boat as before.

The broad river surface is breezy, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles all over the river surface, with golden rays of light dancing in the waves.

Fei Qingquan remained silent the entire time, staring blankly at the river, looking much older.

Jiang Yuan didn't know the result of his trip, but it didn't look too good.

"Jiang Yuan," Fei Qingquan said suddenly, "Where is your hometown? Oh, I forgot, Taiping Town, right? You are old and your memory is not very good."

Jiang Yuan didn't speak, he felt that what Fei Qingquan needed at this time was someone to listen to.

The river wind blows Fei Qingquan's silvery beard and hair:
"My hometown is in Taicu County. Every spring, the pear blossoms there bloom beautifully. It stretches for several miles. From a distance, it looks like falling snow."

Jiang Yuan was listening on the surface, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

There's nothing more boring than listening to an old-haired whine.

I only heard Fei Qingquan continue to say:
"When I was young, my talent was not good, but I had a stubborn temper. I couldn't bear the cold eyes of those talented peers, so I left home and went out to wander around. After wandering around, my beard turned white. I wandered for more than ten years and traveled all over Xue Country. Various places. Later, I wanted to settle down, and stayed in Yize County for ten years, and then came to Yangcheng, where I stayed for 30 years until today.”

The owner of the ship entered the cabin, presented fine wine and fresh fruit, and then withdrew.

Fei Qingquan looked at the river and continued:
"Sometimes, I feel that Yangcheng is my home. In the past 30 years, I have worked with several county magistrates and county lieutenants, and watched Yangcheng change from a barren town ravaged by ghosts to what it is today. appearance. But today, I really want to go back to my hometown and see the pear blossoms in full bloom.”

On the river, a gorgeous fast boat surpassed the painting boat, and there was a burst of laughter from young men and women on it.

It was the boat that the children of the Lan family were on. They seemed to be playing some interesting game. They tied the legs of several slaves with ropes, threw them into the river, and were dragged forward slowly by the boat.

"Jiang Yuan," Fei Qingquan said, "Look at those people, they are used to being superior, and they no longer regard ordinary people as human beings. Don't learn from them in the future."

Jiang Yuan glanced at Fei Qingquan in surprise, this old man was very strange today.

Just say that the Lan family is not in front of others, and don't look at your own status. If the Lan family finds out, who knows what trouble it will cause.

At least Jiang Yuan would not be so reckless. Before he had no strength to wrestle with the Lan family, he would never easily conflict with them.

When the boat crossed the Xuan River, the sun had already set behind the mountain.

Cai Xing, the magistrate of the county, came to greet him with a group of officials, and later there was a reception banquet for the officials of Weiye County.

Fei Qingquan wanted to return to guard the bronze coffin, so he left with Xia Mingxuan who came to greet him.

Jiang Yuan and the children of the Lan family were dragged to the banquet by a group of officials, and they frequently chatted and had a good time.

After the banquet was over, the moon hung high and the night was dark.

Lan Xuan came to Jiang Yuan, her eyes were shining brightly:

"Jiang Butou, a few cousins ​​and I want to play by the Xuan River. I wonder if Jiang Butou can introduce us to the beautiful scenery of Yangcheng?"

Jiang Yuan looked behind Lan Xuan, and sure enough, he saw several children of the Lan family waiting.It's just that they looked arrogant, as if they didn't like this proposal very much.

Although I don't know why Lan Xuan invited me to go out at night, Jiang Yuan doesn't care.At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to learn more about the so-called descendants of the family.

Immediately Jiang Yuan smiled and said:

"Miss Lan invites you, how dare Jiang Yuan refuse?"

So Jiang Yuan got into Lan Xuan's carriage, and several carriages began to gallop through the streets, leading dozens of slaves towards the outskirts of the city.

After nightfall, the gates of the city had already been closed, but with Jiang Yuan around, all this was not a problem.

On the banks of Xuanhe River, the sound of surging water can be heard endlessly.

The path is deep and the willows are drooping, and there is already no passerby.

Jiang Yuan and a group of Lan family children got out of the carriage and walked leisurely along the path, with the slaves obediently following behind.

This gang of Lan family teenagers seems to be headed by Lan Xuan. Lan Xuan doesn't speak, and they are all silent.

Walked forward for a while, away from the city.Looking back at Yangcheng from here, you can see its deep and tall silhouette in the night.

Lan Xuan finally spoke:
"This Yangcheng is far more prosperous and fun than Yecheng after all. It's a pity that it was not awarded to the Lan family. Otherwise, I would like to live here forever."

Jiang Yuan smiled and said:

"Now Ye County has become Dongchongjun's fiefdom, and it is only across a river from Yangcheng. If Miss Lan is free in the future, she will come more often. I will definitely entertain you."

Lan Xuan covered her mouth and smiled:
"Jiang Butou is really good at joking. After tomorrow night, I am afraid there will be no people in Yangcheng. Then why would I come to the barren land?"

Jiang Yuan frowned and asked:

"What does Miss Lan mean by that?"

"It seems that Fei Qingquan didn't report the news to Jiang Butou," Lan Xuan said with a smile, "but it doesn't matter much. Since Jiang Butou has a blood lineage, he is naturally different from those untouchables. To be honest, the little girl has always been with Appreciate Jiang Butou."

Jiang Yuan's brows are still tightly furrowed, things seem to have begun to exceed his imagination
I only heard Lan Xuan continue to say:

"Now that our Lan family's fiefdom is expanding again, we are short of talents. The little girl is also assigned to manage a city. I really hope that Jiang Butou can come to help me."

Just as he was speaking, a voice suddenly sounded from the night sky.

A figure floated slowly from the crown of the willow tree, from far to near.

Jiang Yuan's eyes were fixed, and the strong ghostly aura made him recognize what it was.

I saw that the man was wearing a white robe with cyan lines on the collar and cuffs, his complexion was thickly powdered, and he was wearing a small cap.

What is surprising is that it seems that there is no body in its clothes, and the white robe is fluttering and hunting in the night wind.

It looked like a head was flying over with a piece of clothing.

(End of this chapter)