Great Sui Guoshi

After deliberating for a while, they finally decided to ask Lu Liangsheng to write a copy. However, buying a disused model essay for five cents also made them feel pained.

"Ghostwriting makes money like this..."

Lu Liangsheng looked at the piece of paper bought by Wuwen in his hand, and then at the words Fushui County Government.

"Just set up a booth and help others write, and you can earn a few coppers."

But the thought was fleeting, and soon the sky darkened.

A group of nine people has not found a place to stay.

Chapter 15 Pity the flowers deep and deep, who will never return

The moon is clear.

The night wind blows across the long street, and the mist rises from the ground. At Haishi, there are not many pedestrians on the street. The hawkers of the night stalls pack up their stalls and leave in a hurry. come over.

Boom boom boom...

"Be careful of the fire and candles, close the doors and windows to prevent thieves, Wang Sheng next door..."

dong dong——

In the thin mist, the figure of the beater came slowly from the end of the street, the lantern stuck in the back of the neck shook gently, occasionally a dog barking sounded in the distance, the footsteps stopped, raised the lantern, and leaned towards the street not far ahead .

The fire swayed suddenly in the paper cage, showing the bodies of eight or nine Taoists lying side by side, which made people tremble a few times in fright, and saw that among the lying people, a smaller figure lifted up. face, looked at him, and continued to bury his head.

The slight sound of rustling and writing, and the sound of snoring.

The watcher immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back as he walked.

"My mother... can scare a person to death. She is still on the street in the middle of the night. Be careful that the evil spirits over at Fule Fang will take you in."

The cursing words disappeared into the mist along with the watchman.

Dongdong... The ethereal sound of clappers sounded vaguely in the distance. Lu Liangsheng straightened up, rubbed his dry eyes, picked up the paper that was spread out on the ground, and blew on the ink that was not yet dry.

With the moonlight and excellent eyesight, I finally wrote down the conflict between the village and the North Village according to the model essay. Fortunately, I have read "Nan Shui Supplements" and "Qing Huai Bu Meng" before. , Most of them are short stories about the origin of spells.

Imitating it according to the above description can also explain the whole story clearly. This is Lu Liangsheng's best effort.

After folding the paper and putting it in his arms, he remembered Taoist Toad in the package. Amidst the snores of Lu Pan and others, Lu Liangsheng gently opened the bag.

"Master..." He whispered something, and then peeked at the eight sleeping men over there.

After a while, there was no reaction from the toad. He probably thought he was asleep, so he closed the bag, let out a light snort, and reached out to grab something out of the package.

Lu Liangsheng leaned out to the side of the street, and under the moonlight, his open palm was a sharp object more than an inch long. The blue color was slightly black. When he stroked it with his fingertips, he could feel fine and dense particles on it. Relatively wide, with obvious fractures.

"When did I have this thing..."

"It was the thing on that little monster's head last night, and it was cut off by the mountain god's inscription. If it were a teacher who was still intact, how could such a monster be allowed to do anything wrong... croak."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lu Liangsheng turned his head and saw Daoist Ha standing there with his fins on his back, slowly walked out of the package, and looked at the foreign object in the boy's hand.

He turned his head again and looked at the cold moon in the sky.

"The things on this little monster are really tasteless, but I can use it for you."

"How to use this monster?"

Toad raised the webbed and pointed to Lu Liangsheng's writing brush on the ground: "It can also be used as a pen holder."

The boy sitting by the street looked at the corner of the centipede's beard in his hand, thoughtfully.

"Master, is this the romance you mentioned that day?"

"See through but not explain... croak!" Toad put his webbed on his back again, shook his head, but cursed in his heart: If the old man knew about this romantic relationship, he wouldn't call that little centipede demon, and make his face ashamed.

Immediately, Taoist Zixing made a toad face.

"That's where the words stop."

The topic changed: "When you enter the foundation building, I will teach you how to refine weapons..."

".... The raindrops fell on the eaves and the cold... The wind was bleak... I looked at my father and cried... All kinds of kindness will never end..."

The voice gradually quieted down, and Lu Liangsheng, who was waiting for him to speak, was about to speak, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at the end of the long street, "It seems that someone sang opera just now..."

The mist filled the air, and in the night wind, there was a faint opera voice, mixed with the sound of cymbals, gongs and drums, echoing in the empty streets.

"...Baochai and jade beads on her head...put on a colorful dress, open her voice, and play a song for thousands of guests...how do you know...how do you know..."

The sad and long-drawn-out singing of 'Ah' made Lu Liangsheng get goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.

"Master... Singing so sadly in the middle of the night, isn't there any woman who can't express her suffering?"

Next to him, Taoist Toad just snorted, as if he was not interested in the source of the opera. Just as he was about to say what he said before, the faint opera tone suddenly changed.

"... who knows that Chen Lang is upright and decent to send a scholar.... Half a foot of red water chestnuts to bury the slaves, maggots under the mud to suck the slave's blood, who knows the inscriptions on the mud..."

His voice was cold, and a gust of wind was blowing.

Lu Liangsheng stood up, the coldness disappeared again, but the eight strong men sleeping over there subconsciously hugged their arms and rubbed them a few times in their dreams, presumably feeling the coldness.

Taoist Zixing looked at them and looked in a certain direction.

"Hmph... I've wanted to be my teacher for many years, but I've never seen any monsters and monsters. This kind of monster is worthy of confronting this old man..."

At the same time as he said this, Lu Pan's voice sounded: "Liangsheng, why are you still awake?"

Before the toad who was carrying the flippers finished speaking, Lu Liangsheng pressed him down abruptly, and his limbs were stretched apart and stuck to the ground.

The boy turned his head and said with a smile, "Just sleep, I just finished writing."

"Then you should rest quickly, and if it's cold, squeeze into the middle." Lu Pan hugged the jacket covering his body, folded his arms, turned over, and fell asleep again.

Lu Liangsheng let go of his hand, and the toad jumped up, its eyes widened angrily.

"Click again to test as a teacher..."

There was another sound under the wall over there. Someone sat up, and Lu Liangsheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to press it down. As soon as the toad's voice said the last word 'test', it stopped abruptly, and was firmly stuck to the ground.

Zi Xing Taoist's face was pressed against the ground, and his face was crushed and deformed.

"Sinister..."

After getting up, Lu Qing walked to the side of the street in a daze, untied the tie of his trousers, heard the sound of splashing water, shivered twice, and then lay down again.

The long street became quiet, and the dark and gloomy opera tone before disappeared. In the distance, there were the sounds of dogs barking and beating watch.

The boy raised his palm, and the toad under it remained motionless. Lu Liangsheng touched it with his hand, and was opened by Taoist Zixing who was lying on his stomach.

"do not bother me!"

He got up, and strode towards the package with anger.

"I didn't finish what I said. I was interrupted by that or this, and I was rubbed on the ground by you scoundrel. I stopped playing!"

Stepped into the package, covered the mouth of the bag: "Don't bother me, I'm sleeping for the teacher."

Lu Liangsheng didn't know where he offended his master, but he didn't bother him. He sat next to the package and leaned against the wall thinking about some things, including the opera he just heard. After thinking about it, he fell asleep.

At dawn the next day, a group of nine people were woken up by the patrolling guards and reprimanded. Facing the people in the government office, Lu Pan and others couldn't play tricks. After nodding repeatedly, they pulled Lu Liangsheng away. I went to a nearby street to find a well water to wash up, but the well was full of people.

Whispering something, their faces are dodgy.

"Did you hear that last night?"

"I heard it, it's weird... My family said it before, but I still don't believe it, it really has that sound, it's too scary."

"...I slept with my head covered all night, and I didn't dare to stretch out a little bit."

……

"What are they talking about? What noises were there last night?" Lu Pan and others who were standing not far away waiting to fetch water looked at each other with dazed faces.

Just then, a figure ran in from the alley, waving at the crowd.

"Just heard the news that Chen Yuan's family died again, and everyone in the yamen has gone."

Now the people who were originally talking exploded the pot, they didn't even drink water, and gathered together to discuss.

Here, the nine people have important things to do, and it's none of their business, just listen to it, fill the well water, simply scrub a few times next to them, rinse their mouths, and then go to the yamen.

After arriving, Lu Pan took the pleading paper from the young man's arms. He couldn't understand it, but it was densely written, which was very beautiful. Besides, Liang Sheng was a nephew from the same village, so he could trust it.

Handed the complaint to the guard at the gate, the other party took a look at it and nodded: "The wording is good, but your pleadings have been submitted, and it will not be able to disturb you to go to court for a while..."

Suddenly heavy footsteps sounded behind the guard, and the two gatekeepers hurriedly retreated to the sides, puffed out their chests, and stood upright.

The figure in the soap blue close-fitting robe dragged a cloak out of the yamen, covered with brown leather armor, with a slender black sharkskin knife at his waist, cloth boots with black background and white patterns, and walked down the stone steps step by step Without even looking at Lu Liangsheng and the others standing next to him, they stepped on the horses brought by the guards and turned over directly. Behind them were two majestic long-handled fracture knives. The blades of the knives reflected the morning light. snow white.

The man reined in the reins, and led more than a dozen policemen to turn their horses into the street.

"As you have seen just now, he is the head of Zuo Bao of this county, and he will soon be promoted to the thief Cao in the county, and now he has to go out in person... There is a big incident in the family of the local member Chen, and other things can only be put aside for now. Let's do it later."

The guard stood back to his original position, waved his hand and began to chase people away.

Chapter No.16 Can't hold back anymore

Fulefang is the residence of wealthy gentry in Fushui County. The famous one is Chen Yuanwai, with a red-lacquered copper door on the courtyard, two stone lions squatting outside, and a plaque above the door with the word "Chen's Mansion" written in golden letters.

On the opposite side of the separated street, there is a plaque in the workshop, under which the nearby people gather, form several small circles, look over there secretly, whisper and whisper.

"I heard screams coming from Chen Yuanwai's house from afar this morning. Guess what? This time, three people died directly, and one of Chen Yuanwai's concubines was among them."

"It's so powerful, could it be that it's a ghost?"

"...I heard that Wang Ban from Knocking Gong Street said nonsense that he had collided with the Tai Sui God and brought disaster upon him."

"I don't know how the people live inside...Hey, Zuo Butou is here!"

In the miscellaneous whispers, someone shouted, everyone looked back, and then stepped aside, the sound of trampling horseshoes approached from far away, on the horse's back, there were two dark white long-handled knives stuck in the back of the man, with a high nose With a wide mouth, a small short beard on the chin, and a dignified face.

Passing through the archway, he reined in his horse and stopped outside the Chen Mansion with a sound of 'wow', glanced at the crowd watching over there, and called a few arresters.

"Dispel everyone, don't come near here."

The four police officers took the lead, rushed over, shouted at the crowd of onlookers with the hilt of their knives, and pushed the cordon out of the range of the archway.

The Zuo catcher turned around and took his deputy and ten policemen up the steps, knocked on the door a few times, and soon, the lacquered red door creaked and opened slightly.

With half of his old face showing, he was the concierge of the Chen residence. Seeing a group of gentlemen dressed up outside, he hurriedly opened all the doors.

"Where is Yuanwai Chen of your family?" Zuo Butou took off the cloak behind him and handed it to the deputy, and walked in.

The old porter followed closely to the eaves.

"Back to the left to catch the head, the outsider was frightened and is recuperating in the bedroom."

Zuo Butou hummed, and continued to move forward. On both sides were potted plants welcoming guests, extending all the way, crossing the feng shui wall painted with mountains, rivers and forests, to the front yard.

At this time, many people gathered in the front hall, most of them were dependent relatives. When Zuo Butou brought people over, he could hear the noise from outside, and there were also children playing on the stone steps outside the door. When he was far away, he was hugged by the adults at home and brought back to the hall.

A bold boy was sitting on the stone steps, playing with stones. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his face and called out, "Hello, uncles."

Zuo Butou stroked his head, strode into the hall, and arched his hands.

"Everyone, arrest the head of Xiafushui county government office, Zuo Zhengyang."

There was such an incident at home, most of the faces in the hall were not very good-looking, women and children were even more nervous and frightened, when they saw someone from the yamen, they wanted to say that they had grasped the hope, and swarmed over.

"Zuo Butou, you have to find out the strange things in the mansion, I don't believe it's a crime committed by stealth."

"... Zuo Butou, why don't you help find a mage, and help everyone calm down first."

Those who rushed to speak first had no right to discuss matters. After being scolded by others, an old servant in charge came up to greet him.

"Zuo Butou, this way please, the officer is already up, waiting for you in the side yard."

"Please!"

Zuo Zhengyang nodded, and also made a gesture of invitation, and followed the steward to the side courtyard. This is a courtyard with three entrances and three exits, a long corridor, waterside pavilion, and rockery flower garden, but it looks a bit gloomy right now .

Approaching the Yamen in the side yard, and far away, an old man in a robe of gold thread and copper coins was standing there supported by two maidservants, and beside him was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a scholar's robe, holding a paper fan, Elegant and handsome, like a scholar who is going to Beijing to catch an exam.

"Mr. Chen!" Zuo Zhengyang went over to greet him, and at the same time asked his deputy to lead someone to examine the corpse first.

The old man was a little excited, his white beard trembling slightly.