dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Mount Ailao is located in the deepest part of the Northland Snow Mountain.

After that is the "Ice Wolf Valley" where life is cut off.

It is rumored that Ran Min, the Heavenly King of Wu Mourning, was defeated and beheaded here.

be honest:

Here is a random compilation according to the needs of the plot, epic records:

In April of the eighth year of Yonghe (352), Ran Min was defeated by Murong Jun and captured.

On the third day of May, Murong Jun sent Ran Min to Longcheng and beheaded him in Yanxing Mountain.

All the grass and trees on the left and right sides of the mountain withered, locusts swarmed, and there was no rain from May until December.

Murong Jun sent envoys to offer sacrifices to Ran Min, who was given the posthumous title of King Wu Mourning, and immediately it snowed heavily.

After Hua Jiunan and his party arrived at Mount Ailao, they were not in a hurry to enter.

Instead, he stood still and watched from a distance.

I saw layers of thick fog in the snow-shrouded mountains.

It's not so much fog, it's better to say it's needle-like ice crystals.

With the faint light reflected from the snow, a huge "chess game" is refracted-it is vertical and horizontal!

Seeing this, Hua Jiu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Using mountains, rivers and geomantic omens as 'discs', and geographical dragon veins as 'disciplines', Mr. Fan Ju is worthy of being a master of the generation!"

As soon as Hua Jiunan's voice fell, only faint laughter came from all directions.

"I don't think that after a thousand years, Fan can meet his confidant again, my heart is very comforted, my heart is very comforted!"

After the laughter, the thick fog in the mountains automatically parted a road.

On both sides of the road, there are hundreds of bronze terracotta warriors.

These terracotta warriors all have simple faces and tall stature, holding war blades such as spears, halberds, crossbows, and shields.

Although he didn't have a mount, standing there, he was much taller than ordinary people riding horses.

Fan Ju, an old man in ancient costume with a simple face, walked out slowly with a Taoist robe, Xu Fu, and a golden armor, holding a wat board.

Li Jinlong with red eyes, Banlaer Tengu and embroidered shoes followed closely behind.

Note: Wat board (hubǎn), the jade hand board held by princes and ministers in ancient times when they went to court.

Also known as Shouban, Yuban, Chaohu or Chaoban.

"Fan Ju from Qin, I have met all my friends."

People are polite, Hua Jiunan naturally can't lose the style of a gentleman.

So he took the lead and returned a gift.

"It's difficult for me to enter China at the end of my studies. I have met all my seniors."

Because the other party arrested his grandma, Chen Dage, who wanted to meet and scolded the street, saw that Hua Jiu hadn't lost his temper, so he could only bear it for the time being.

But when this kid saw the "old acquaintance" Big Tengu, he still couldn't help complaining.

"Fuck! Isn't this Brother Gou?!"

"How come I haven't seen you for a few days, and there's only half of it left?!"

"Where is the second half of Laer? Let other dogs eat it?!"

If Chen Daji knew that he was waiting for others to eat, I don't know how he would feel...

Hmm...At least I have to be whipped by Chang Baye...

The so-called "do not slap people in the face when you beat them, and do not expose your faults when you swear".

Chen Daji opened his mouth to expose the "scar" of Tiangou, which immediately made the other party furious.

"You are courting death, little beast!"

Not to be outdone, Chen Daji immediately retorted: "You are presumptuous!"

......

Fortunately, Xu Fu and Chang Baye stopped the "fighting cock" like a person and a dog, otherwise these two guys would have to fight immediately.

This little episode didn't seem to have the slightest impact on Fan Ju.

He waved his sleeves, and the bluestone tables and chairs immediately appeared between the two "horses".

Then he cupped his hands.

"My little friend invites you."

Hua Jiunan didn't hesitate, walked slowly to the stone table and sat down.

"Seniors are polite."

Seeing this, Fan Ju smiled a little more on his face.

After he sat down slowly, a terracotta figure in the shape of a maid appeared and began to boil water and make tea.

Although this terracotta warrior is exquisite in workmanship and lifelike in every move, it is indescribably weird to others.

It felt like walking on a mountain path in the middle of the night and meeting a delicate paper figurine head-on...

"This tea is called 'Qin Shi Mingyue', and this old man only has this pot!"

"If it weren't for entertaining friends like friends, I would really be reluctant to take it out, hahahaha!"

Fan Ju is different from everyone's imagination:

Not only did he not feel gloomy at all, on the contrary, getting along with him was like a spring breeze.

Indescribably relaxed and natural.

Even Chen Daji muttered to himself.

This old man seems to be okay, able to deal with!

Discuss with him for a while, let grandma go.

If you are obedient and obedient, kick his big crotch a few times less...

In fact, it is no wonder that Fan Ju gives people this feeling.

If not, how could he, as a representative of the strategists, persuade many countries to realize Qin's strategy of "distanced friendship and near attack".

The same is true when we talk to strangers:

If the other person's first impression is disgusting, you don't even bother to talk to him, let alone work together!

If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you can even fight.

Hua Jiu couldn't see Fan Ju pouring tea for himself, and immediately got up slightly.

Make a fist with the palm of your right hand down, and tap your knuckles on the table three times to express your gratitude.

"Senior is polite, the kid is flattered."

After saying this, Hua Jiunan didn't intend to drink tea at all.

He just looked at Fan Ju with a smile.

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is necessary!

Soldiers who, deception also!Do everything you can!

Especially in the face of a politician, strategist, and military strategist like Fan Ju, how can Hua Jiunan not be cautious!

Reality is not an imaginary story:

Enemies on both sides sit together and drink happily, and no one counts the other.

And then a one-on-one fair showdown...Silly naive?

Seeing Hua Jiunan's appearance, Fan Ju was not only not angry, but showed deep appreciation in his eyes.

After smiling lightly, he held the teacup between his thumb and index finger, held the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, and took a sip from his mouth.

It is the textbook-like standard etiquette in my Shenzhou tea ceremony:

Three dragons protect the tripod.

The three fingers are known as the "Three Dragons", and the teacup is like a tripod.

"I have admired my little friend's name for a long time, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation."

"Don't speak falsely in front of a real person, and don't burn bad incense under the seat of the great Buddha, so the old man will get straight to the point."

Having said that, Fan Ju paused for a moment, deliberately observing the change in Hua Jiunan's expression.

Seeing that the other party was still smiling and could not see any emotional fluctuations, he continued talking on his own.

"There is no grievance between you and me, but I heard that the little friend was entrusted by General Bai Qi to find the old man and go back to the Yin-Yang Realm to confront him. I wonder if there is such a thing?"

After finishing speaking, he deliberately looked at the killing knife on Hua Jiunan's back, and smiled meaningfully.

Hua Jiunan never told a lie:

First, the facts are right in front of you, and the Killing God is carrying his own personal weapon, so it is meaningless to quibble;

Second, anyone lying in front of a strategist like Fan Ju is almost equivalent to a joke.

"Senior is aware of the details, and indeed this happened."

After finishing speaking, he took off the "killing sword" very naturally, and then put it in front of Fan Ju.

"It's because of this incident that the senior made things difficult for the junior grandma, right?"

"The younger generation is not filial, but it hurts her old man."

Seeing this, Fan Ju smiled even more meaningfully.

Reach out "naturally" to grab the killing knife.

However, he deliberately paused to observe Hua Jiunan's reaction.

Surprisingly, Hua Jiunan had no intention of stopping Fan Ju's actions.

It seemed that what the other party took away was not his peerless magic weapon, but just a dead branch, a piece of rotten wood.