Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 380 The Little Inn
Zhao Wujiang looked at the word "Yucheng", and then carefully looked at the word "Yu".

This Yu character is not the current Tang Dynasty characters, but more like the ancient characters like Zhong Dingwen.

He didn't know why the plaque in Yucheng was written in such calligraphy, but he didn't reject it in his heart.

To Zhao Xiaoyin's question, he smiled gently and answered seriously:
"Yu is not just a city, but a dynasty.

Before the Great Xia Dynasty, there was also a Dayu Dynasty. Legend has it that the Dayu Dynasty was a kingdom of gods.

This dynasty lived in the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.

It is not known when this city of Yu was built, and even in the geographical annals of the Tang Dynasty, there is no trace of this city of Yu.

But I guess, maybe in the Xia Dynasty, this city of Yu existed.

Of course, these are just guesswork.

The reason why the word 'Yu' is written in a weird way, like Zhong Dingwen, maybe it was a special way of writing at that time, right? "

"Daddy." Zhao Xiaoyin heard it hazily, and roughly understood what it meant, but still asked some doubts in his heart:

"Since the Dayu Dynasty is a kingdom of gods, why did the dynasty fall in the end?"

Zhao Wujiang pondered, carefully choosing his words to explain to Zhao Xiaoyin, not too mysterious and complicated.

He spoke gently:
"The general trend of the world must be divided for a long time, and it must be united for a long time. The rise and fall of dynasties can be regarded as one of the inevitable laws of history."

"But since the Dayu Dynasty had gods, why did it still perish?
Can't gods stop the inevitable laws of history? "Zhao Xiaoyin scratched his head, still a little puzzled.

"They may be able to, but the dynasty can't, and the people in the dynasty can't." Zhao Wujiang rubbed Zhao Xiaoyin's head, Jedi Tiantong, not ordinary people know the inside story.

He didn't get too entangled in this issue, but took Xiao Yin's hand, looked at the sky, and said softly:

"Let's go.

Go find an inn. "

"Yeah." Zhao Wujiang carried a small package on his back, stepped through the gate of Yucheng with his father Zhao Wujiang, and walked towards the city.

His small head looked at the scenery in the city from time to time.

There are many shops of all kinds. Now that the sky is getting dark, there are still many small stalls selling things.

He also noticed that there were many Jianghu people in heavy clothes walking on the street, holding swords or leaning on knives, chatting with others.

Could it be that the people of Yucheng are martial arts?

Zhao Xiaoyin was puzzled.

It's just that the sky is getting dark now, and the sky is not very bright, so that he can't see too many things clearly.

For example, the identities of these people can be inferred from clothing, shoes, special marks on swords, etc.

Zhao Xiaoyin and his father missed one inn after another, and continued walking in the depths of Yucheng.

Zhao Xiaoyin was puzzled, didn't he want to find an inn to rest?
Why didn't Dad go in and ask so many inns he passed by before?
But those inns look okay, even if they are not magnificent, they are far inferior to those in Chang'an, but they should be neat and clean.

Moreover, Zhao Xiaoyin found that in this city at night, even though there were voices of passers-by talking on the road and small merchants hawking, it gave him an extremely quiet feeling.

It's like in the alleys on both sides of the road or in the palaces and houses, there is no smoke from people.

Zhao Xiaoyin clenched his father Zhao Wujiang's big hand, and asked softly:
"Daddy, I feel that something is wrong with this city at night."

"Not really." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently:
"Actually, it's not right during the day.

It's just that under the darkness of night, some are more daring. "

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaoyin understood what his father Zhao Wujiang said?Thinking about what it meant.

He quickly realized that there should be ghosts and ghosts in this city.

He whispered:

"Daddy? Could it be the black air we encountered in Kang'an County and that ancient temple?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head slowly:
"Maybe, maybe not, we'll find out later."

Hearing his father Zhao Wujiang's answer, Zhao Xiaoyin's heart shuddered, and finally he knew why his father didn't look for inns all the way, it turned out he was looking for a certain place.

He followed his father Zhao Wujiang, walking along the main city road without any haste, the night was getting darker and darker.

From time to time, a group of men or women in the costumes of people from the rivers and lakes will appear on both sides of the road, walking in the same direction as them.

It seems that these people from the rivers and lakes are also rushing to a certain place ahead.

After nearly two cups of tea, the father and son had a leisurely stroll and finally arrived at their destination.

Even if his father Zhao Wujiang didn't open his mouth, Zhao Xiaoyin knew that he had found the place he was looking for.

Because there is an inn in front of the fork in the road. In front of the gate of the inn, there are two big red lanterns hanging, surrounded by a lot of people from the rivers and lakes, who are discussing something. , and was stopped by the acquaintance next to him.

The name of the inn is sent to the inn, and the name should be the meaning of welcoming and sending.

The strange thing is that the door of the inn is open, and you can see the tables, chairs and benches inside, but no one eats, and no one moves around.

And these strong men around the entrance of the inn, although they were cursing, but for a while, no one rushed in rashly.

This strange scene was caught by Zhao Xiaoyin's eyes, and he softly asked his father Zhao Wujiang beside him:

"Daddy, what's wrong with this inn? Why don't they go in?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, you heard these people talking, but did you listen carefully?Do you really hear me?

Zhao Xiaoyin frowned, suddenly remembered something, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully again.

He could only hear noisy voices and cursing, but he couldn't make out a single word.

"Daddy, they are too noisy and confused to hear clearly." Zhao Xiaoyin muttered.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, decided to tell Zhao Xiaoyin the truth, he said in a deep voice:

"You can't hear clearly because they don't speak human language.

In other words, they are not human speaking, but the language of ghosts. "

Zhao Xiaoyin's heart was startled suddenly, and he shuddered. He couldn't believe it and looked at these people from the rivers and lakes blocking the entrance of the inn. Are they all ghosts?Are not human?
How can it be?

Zhao Xiaoyin clenched Zhao Wujiang's big hand, a little scared, looking in the direction of the inn, he only felt that the two red lanterns were eerie.

His voice was trembling, and he asked:

"Daddy, is it true? Then why can I see them?"

"Children generally have yin and yang eyes, which is extremely normal." Zhao Wujiang directly hugged Zhao Xiaoyin, giving him the greatest sense of security, and explained:
"Especially the feng shui of this inn is a place where Yin Qi gathers, and it is the easiest to attract ghosts."

"Then why are these all the costumes of people from the Jianghu?" Zhao Xiaoyin was puzzled, could it be possible that people with all kinds of clothes should have them?

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, his eyes were deep:

"Then you have to ask the shopkeeper of this inn."

(End of this chapter)