martial law

Discussing how Chen Zhuangyuan managed to turn the tide, took the lead, and killed a big demon just after entering the city. The little demons in this city may usher in the end.

If you have sharp eyes, you will be able to see that every time you start a conversation, it is those simple men with plain clothes and simple faces, but there is a gleam in their eyes.

These people came and went to publicize the name of Chen Guangrui's No. [-] Scholar, and whispered what happened yesterday in the Governor's Mansion in a cryptic tone.

How to kill the dog demon, how to suppress the evil spirits and evil spirits are vividly explained.

At the end, I will add a sentence: "This matter is still a secret. I have a brother who was recruited into the governor's mansion as a servant. You must not tell others about the news you overheard."

Therefore, the saying "Don't tell others" not only spread throughout the city, but also spread out of the city, and spread to the three surrounding counties along with the merchants.

Moreover, crossing Xunshui in the north and heading south to Chaisang, even the vicinity of Chaohu Lake and Pengli are known.

Others expressed concern.

"Although Zhuangyuan Gong is powerful, he only has one person, how can he protect these few county residents?

Nowadays, weirdness occurs frequently everywhere, and people are bewitched by evil spirits from time to time. Even if he can send troops to protect him, those people can't fight against these weirdnesses, right? "

"You don't understand this, do you think what it is? Have you heard of Yuan Jiuzhi, a painter in the south of the city? The heroic figure of Duke Zhuangyuan who killed the demon dog that day was drawn in, guess what?"

The person who spoke revealed the picture scroll, which unfolded for a moment and then closed, very mysterious.

"what happened?"

"Yesterday night, Yuan Jiuzhi's mother-in-law fell into hysteria and slashed wildly with a knife. I heard that she was going to kill his only son too, and she was already bleeding.

Yuan Jiuzhi was so anxious that he almost had a heart attack and died on the spot. Unexpectedly, the portrait of the number one scholar hanging in his room suddenly flashed a golden light, and he walked down from the painting and slapped his mother-in-law. On the head, a spooky ghost appeared...

His mother-in-law woke up on the spot, and nothing happened. Do you think it's strange? "

"It's really a matter, go buy a painting."

The man was overjoyed when he heard that, "Yuan Jiuzhi, I know where to live. Although his painting speed is not slow, he can't paint too much. If he goes late, there will be nothing."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet?"

The person who spoke stopped immediately, and said: "Painter Yuan is very slow in painting, when his mother-in-law had an accident, many people saw it.

Then, the painting in his family didn't keep it for half an hour before it was sold. Immediately afterwards, several bookstores in the north and west of the city had released rubbings, and now they are selling them all over the city. "

"Is the rubbing useful too?"

"Some are useful, some are useless. In the end, an expert pointed out that the painting can only take effect if you worship it sincerely.

Yuan Jiu pointed out that when he first painted, he had a heart of admiration and admiration, and only then did the paintings have an effect.

Ordinary people get rubbings and sincerely worship them, and the power of them can be aroused immediately.

That's why I said that Mr. Zhuangyuan is definitely a genius in the world. At a young age, it is estimated that his achievements in the future will be higher than those of several prime ministers. "

The conversation of these few people is just a silhouette of the scene in the city.

It's happening everywhere.

Yang Lin sat in the study, watching the news coming from all directions, while sensing Yin Wenjiao's rapid and frightened breathing in the bedroom.

Looking with the eyes of the sky, in the distant sky, a ray of starlight silently fell into Yin Wenjiao's forehead...

He seemed to see a figure with an ancient face surrounded by stars.

"My good guy, I just took a nap and used the trick of dreaming. I don't know what Yin Wenjiao dreamed again? I'm afraid it won't be a good thing."

Yang Lin knew that the other party used all kinds of methods to arouse Yin Wenjiao's mind, but he couldn't stop him, and he shouldn't.

Such methods as "Star God Entering Dreams" and "Day of the Sun" are obviously immortal-level powers.

Although it can only project a very small amount of power, it is not something that a fourth-order martial artist can intercept. Apart from exposing his own fifth-order power, there is absolutely no reason to find out.

"Besides, why should I stop?

Without the assistance of these people, how could Yin Wenjiao be suspicious, and how could the dramas of "a few kills at birth" and "throwing the river at the full moon" happen? "

"In this matter, I'm really playing the role of the big villain. Even if I know that Yin Wenjiao has a different heart, I can only pretend that I don't know it. I even have to cooperate with her and snub her a bit."

"The most important thing at the moment is to use the portraits to collect the power of faith from the people and attach it to the avatar."

He stretched out his hand and swayed slightly, turning into a paper doll clone.

The paper figurine clone walked into a blank piece of rice paper on the desk in front of him with a smile, and immediately presented a self-portrait, with a red robe and black gauze, a face like a crown jade, a bell and a spirit, and eyes like swords...

"When you enter the country, you should follow the custom. The previous usage of faith power is actually very wasteful. It's better to separate out a clone, directly bear the faith power, and ignite the divine fire... to perform the humane apotheosis and peek at the sixth-order power."

In the past, Yang Lin, using the power of faith, needed to use the Martial Arts Order to get rid of the distracting thoughts and appeals in it, and then absorb it after infinite essence, and then use it to improve his cultivation.

At least [-]% to [-]% of this was wasted.

Because, the source of the power of belief is those appeals and distracting thoughts. After removing the fundamentals, there are actually not many left.

At this time, he used his avatar to inherit the power, although he was bound by the thoughts of the people and needed to fulfill his vow.

But after all, it will not affect the solid and pure foundation of the deity.

I have to say that this is a good way to bypass the poisonous thoughts of incense.

In the current situation, Yang Lin himself felt that he had to solve all kinds of crises under heavy calculations.

In fact, relying on his own ability at the beginning of the fifth stage, there are still some shortcomings.

The most important thing is lack of skills.

Sitting in the governor's mansion, it's not easy to roam around and kill demons everywhere.

Even if the deity can be promoted to the fifth-order peak in the future, with the most solid foundation, he can fight against the immortal gods who have been suppressed in strength, that is not very safe.

I am a loner, and no one knows whether the other party will fight with me alone when the other party is serious.

At this time, it is good to have one more helper.

Moreover, even if a helper with sixth-order power is suppressed by this world, some powers at the sixth-order level will have more means to use.

Therefore, he separated the Shenyuan avatar.

Logically speaking, this paper figurine avatar is one level weaker than his three-element-in-one Yuanshen Huayang.

But if you get a lot of power of faith, you can reach the sixth level.

It can roughly make up for this gap, almost equaling his real body.

Chapter 452 A Big Dream, I'm Already Stupid

Yin Wenjiao has been frightened a lot these days.

In some respects, although she had fulfilled her long-cherished wish, staying and flying together with the famous young general whom she adored, she also indirectly broke the concept of family status, no longer being obstructed by their respective families, and the two came together.

However, this way of coming together did not make her happy no matter what.

Thinking of the sight of corpses and monsters eating people along the way, and just after arriving in Xunyang City, there were dogs and monsters mingling among the officials, and even more ominous spirits occupying the Governor's Mansion.

Even if those monsters were all killed by Li Wuding, she still felt cold all over her body.

I didn't fall asleep last night, and I was thinking about it over and over again, and I didn't even notice that Li Wuding didn't share the same bed with me.

"Maybe he's tired too."

Even though she thought so, there was still an irresistible gloom in her heart.

Thinking wildly, Yin Wenjiao took out the children's clothes she was carrying with her.

Thinking that the child is about to be born, I, as a mother, have not yet sewed three sets of clothes. When I am about to give birth, I will be even more exhausted, so I will have no time to sew small clothes.

Thinking of this, she felt a little anxious again, took out bright red cotton satin and fine white cotton cloth, and carefully embroidered the word "Fu".

Even if she was impatient to learn embroidery from these women workers since she was a child, she is a very smart woman after all. Occasionally she saw her best friend, the daughter of a bachelor's family, embroider, and she learned a little bit of embroidery.

After finally embroidering a big bright red blessing character, Yin Wenjiao looked around, pursed her lips and chuckled lightly: "It looks pretty good too, my son is destined to be blessed and rich when he is born, and he will grow up safely. At that time, the clothes on my body were pulled back, and there were still eight characters of blessing, and the clothes were embroidered."

She rubbed her somewhat dry eyes, and was about to make persistent efforts to continue sewing, when suddenly a burst of inexplicable drowsiness came over her.

On one side of his body, he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

It was a very deep sleep.

Yin Wenjiao seemed to have forgotten where she was and who she was. She only saw a hundred flowers blooming all around, the sky was white with clouds, and there were many stars shining in the daytime.

She breathed the fresh fragrance of flowers, ran in the flowers, laughed and danced, as if she had returned to the age when she was very young, "picking the flower hairpin on the hairpin and flying around the tree with colorful butterflies". She was carefree and didn't think about anything. Want to do anything.

In the southern sky, a star suddenly brightened like a silver basin, and the soft light drew a long silver arc and fell into the garden.

Yin Wenjiao looked at it curiously, and saw the soft starlight flickering slightly, and it turned into an old man with a high crown and a prominent forehead. The radiance flowed around his body, and he looked very majestic.

"Antarctic fairy?"

Although Yin Wenjiao couldn't remember much at the moment, she was able to immediately recognize who this sudden visitor was.

Nowadays, although the common people and officials of the Tang Dynasty have not worshiped the gods from all walks of life in the heavenly court for a long time, and there are few believers who worship Buddhism and Taoism to contribute incense, they still recognize some portraits of famous gods that have been passed down through the ages.

Just pass it on as some stories.

Among those folk tales, gods such as Antarctic Immortal and Guanyin Bodhisattva are probably among the top ten in the number of appearances.

"Why did the fairy come here?"

Even though Yin Wenjiao was usually informal and bold, she was also a little panicked at this time, and hurried forward to pay her respects.

The old man with a protruding forehead smiled and replied: "Mantangjiao, the old fairy is here to give you something good. The child in your womb will have great achievements in the future, a great future, and can make a world-shattering career.

When Jiaer was born, she was blessed by gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and the old fairy also came to help. "

"However, this child has lost his father since the day he was born, and now he is in a dangerous place, how can he grow up smoothly?"

For some reason, Yin Wenjiao suddenly thought of Chen Guangrui.

The word "famous festival" in this era is a knife that kills without blood.

No matter who the real father of this child is?

However, his nominal father must be Chen Guangrui, and it must be the number one scholar who was killed and buried in the belly of a fish.

Even if Li Wuding pretended to be Chen Guangrui by means of Zhang Guan and Li Dai, he was not his father in name after all.

It would be fine if no one knew about it.

But obviously, many people already knew about this old matter.

Including my own father, even, including the British government, as well as the high emperor of the court.

This is great, not only everyone who should know, but everyone who shouldn't know, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky know...

For a moment, Yin Wenjiao felt ashamed.

The dream of childhood can't be continued after all.

She still became a shameless woman who lost her virginity.

Such a woman will give birth to a child who will never see the light of day.

You said that he will have a great future with no limits, but that is just a lie.

"Don't be afraid, just be patient.

The child's father was actually not dead.

When he was thrown into the river, his body was protected by the Dragon King of Hongjiang, and his soul was nourished by the spirit beads, as if he had fallen asleep.

After 18 years of dreaming, there will be a time to wake up.

When your child grows up and reaches his full age, the number one scholar, Chen Guangrui, will come back to life.

At that time, your family will be reunited, enjoy the family relationship, and live a long life, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing. "

"what?"

Yin Wenjiao was dumbfounded for a moment.

What kind of fairy operation is this.

Are these people all stupid?

This child is obviously Li Wuding's, and Chen Guangrui will come back to life when the time comes, what will he think when he sees the child?

What's more, although she couldn't bear Chen Guangrui's death in her heart, it was hard to get over it now, if the number one scholar came back to life again, how would she face it?

"Don't worry, then Chen Guangrui will definitely recognize this child, and he will never make a mistake, haha."

Nanji Xianweng didn't care what Yin Wenjiao was thinking about in his heart, he just said a few words of comfort, and then turned into a starlight and left.