The Old Nine Gates: February Red

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There are not many rumors about the Qi family, and Qi Tiezui still feels a little uncomfortable when he thinks that someone from the same clan died unexpectedly.I feel that a few chapters have been broken in the family tradition, and future generations will never know.But at the same time, he also had some curiosity. This train came from nowhere, and what happened to the person with the bronze mirror on the front?

After hearing Qi Tiezui's explanation, Zhang Qishan only felt that it was a wise decision to let Lao Ba come over.

last car

A group of people walked through a few more carriages, "Old Ba, don't you think it's a bit strange?"

"This way, eh... In the first carriage, there are mostly scattered old birthday materials, some with stone coffins, some with bare coffins, and there are numbers on them." Qi Tiezui analyzed: "From above Judging from the marking text, most of these coffins come from the same tomb. I don’t know if the Buddha has discovered that the size of these coffins is generally the same. Therefore, these should be the auxiliary coffins buried with him, and then the carriages for accommodation. , all the convoys live in this carriage. The escort carriage is behind—it’s the last carriage.”

"You mean, the carriages of this train are the burial chambers, and the most important last carriage guarded by a train should be the main chamber, and what's inside should be—" Zhang Qishan paused: "The master of the tomb owner coffin?"

"Exactly, Lord Buddha, the big sand pocket near Changsha has a coffin as big as a house. You have been here a few times. Look at the shape and size of the last carriage. Does it look like a car?" A huge coffin?"

"It seems that we have to take a good look at this last carriage." Zhang Qishan turned his head and ordered, "Adjutant, prepare the gas mask."

The adjutant took the order and came back soon, "Master Buddha, time is running out, we only found two, you and Master Ba will take them."

"You and Ba Ye take it." Zhang Qishan took the mask and handed it to Qi Tiezui

Qi Tiezui rejected this, "Lord Buddha, you underestimate me. You didn't bring the first few carriages. Let's save the last one."

"That's fine, don't wear it if you don't want to wear it." Zhang Qishan laughed, put on the gas mask himself, and walked away.

Qi Tiezui was confused when he saw it, Zhang Qishan, you bastard, you don't play cards logically.Immediately pulled off Adjutant Zhang's mask, and followed Zhang Qishan's pace in embarrassment under the teasing eyes of Adjutant Zhang.

Follow Buddha to the last carriage. The floor of the carriage is covered with straw, and two or three corpses with guns are lying on the ground.Behind the corpse was a huge sarcophagus, which was placed in the center of the outer coffin of the carriage. Because of its weight, the outer coffin at the bottom was a bit sunken, and only this coffin was placed in the entire carriage.

Holding the lantern, Zhang Qishan approached, and saw patterns and some strange marks on the coffin, which were pieces of black iron poured on the surface of the coffin, covering the gap between the coffin body and the coffin lid.

On the black iron, many symbols similar to Dao Fu were engraved, very complicated, Zhang Qishan and Qi Tiezui looked at each other.

"The coffin has leather, the belt is iron, the iron is covered with gold, and the whistle coffin." Qi Tiezui recited the formula handed down from the older generation, and he had already begun to realize that this last carriage was a complete outer coffin.

Chapter 7

The backstage of the Liyuan, noisy but not flustered, makeup, dressing, dressing, hanging throat.

Er Yue Hong has her own dressing table, which is separated from the outside by a screen.

Putting down the eyebrow pencil, Er Yuehong looked at the exquisite makeup in the mirror. Since leaving Changsha, he hadn't put on makeup to brighten his voice. Unexpectedly, after so many years, he would still have the opportunity to appear on stage...

"Second Master, the guests have entered."

The housekeeper waited on Er Yuehong to put on her costume, and watched her magnificent "Concubine Yu" make her graceful appearance amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

As soon as the voice opened, seeing the applause in the hall, Er Yue Hong's eyebrows softened a little.

It's a pity that the good times don't last long. It didn't take long before someone made trouble. Is this to demolish him?Or tear him down?It was so easy for him to appear on stage again, how could he not be angry...

With a sweep of his eyebrows, the butler nodded in understanding, and just as he was about to let someone clear the venue, the door of the lobby opened.

According to the rules of the Liyuan, no one will be let in after the gong has been played. Of course, except for one person, only that person will come to cheer him on stage, even if that person is impatient to listen to the opera.

Facing the show on the stage, while paying attention to the audience.Seeing the unreconciled counterattack of those jumping clowns, and watching that person calmly whispering to his cronies, it was only at this moment that he had the real sense of rebirth, and finally, we met again...

At the end of the play, everyone left, and there were only two people on and off the stage left in the hall

"A rare visitor, Buddha."

"You sang very well." He raised his hand so that the people on the stage could use their strength to get off the stage.

The people on the stage frowned, "Forget it, I only have the opportunity to play the piano with you."

Zhang Qishan was noncommittal, "I came here this time to ask for something." He took out a quaint ring from his coat pocket, "You are familiar with the things from the Southern and Northern Dynasties." Then he explained what happened at the train station today.

Er Yuehong tilted her head and thought for a while, it seemed that this happened at the beginning, but at that time, the girl was seriously ill, and he used the excuse of praying for blessings not to touch the underground things to shirk it, and the later things were so long that he couldn't remember clearly Alright, there aren't many clues I can remember right now, I have to think about it...

Er Yuehong's silence made Zhang Qishan think that he was in trouble, and he sighed inwardly. He had heard that Er Yuehong would no longer go to the fields because of his wife, but he didn't expect that he would be rejected as a close friend.

Thinking of Er Yuehong's sick and weak wife, he felt a little sorry, he must be a bit strong.

He put the ring on the Eight Immortals table on the side, "This thing originally belonged to the Hong family, so I will return it to the original owner, and I will figure out the rest..." Pressing on the brim of his hat, Zhang Qishan was ready to leave

"Buddha, this matter is dangerous, you must not act rashly, let me think about it before replying to you, how about it?"

The turn of events naturally made Zhang Qishan happy, "Okay."

"At this moment, I suddenly want to eat sweet wine. If the Buddha has nothing important to do, can we come together?" Er Yuehong raised her hand and brushed her temples, covering her red ears

"it is good."

Eryue Hong's eyebrows and eyes are exquisite without makeup, less charming than when she put on makeup, and more heroic. When she walks out the door, people will only praise her, what a handsome and elegant young man.

The night in Changsha City is no different from the daytime, but more lively.

The shops along the street are hung with bright lanterns, and there are also many small stalls with coal lamps hanging out. Most of them serve warm food such as spicy rice noodles, hollandaise noodles, and eggs with sweet wine. There are also beef noodles, triangle tofu, brain rolls, and dragon Fat pig blood these snacks.

The two ate while walking, and from time to time some lively people came to say hello to the two

"Second Lord, would you like a bowl of fresh pig's blood?"

"Buddha, let's have a bowl of wonton with the second master."

"Second Master, I haven't seen you here for a long time, how are you?"

"Buddha, come here, take it, the freshly baked stinky tofu is delicious."

Looking at Er Yuehong, who was eating happily with her puffy cheeks, Zhang Qishan recalled when she first came to Changsha, when Er Yuehong's father had just passed away, and the two drank and met in front of the coffin. recommend.

The revolutionary government revolted and incorporated Changsha's local armed forces, and the Hong family contributed the most. At that time, neither of them had a strong sense of family and country. They could play a game of chess for three days and three nights without anyone urging them. Such days are gone forever. .

"What do you think?"

A spicy ball was stuffed into Zhang Qishan's mouth, "It's nothing."

It was so easy to swallow the food, God knows, how much he had eaten this way, and he was almost nauseated, but someone was still looking at the squid skewers on the barbecue stand with great interest, "Second Master, it's getting late, it's time to go back .”

"understood."

That's the way it is said, but when they arrived at the Red Mansion, the distressed appearance of the two of them with large and small bags in their hands is not enough.

Obviously, such an image-destroying Buddha obviously entertained the whole Hongfu.

When the people in the Red Mansion held back their smiles until their faces began to distort, Zhang Qishan stuffed all the snacks in his hands on the butler who came to greet him, and got into the car that came to pick them up, and walked away...

Chapter 8

"Second Master."

When he woke up early in the morning, he saw the girl standing in front of the dressing table and taking care of his hair.

After waking up, he used the girl's illness as an excuse for the two to sleep in separate rooms.

There was no way, he was very worried that what he said in his dreams while sleeping at night would be exposed, it would be better for fewer people to know about such unbelievable things.

Furthermore, he hasn't figured out how to get along with the girl, after all, he is no longer the Er Yuehong who simply loves the girl...

"Why so early? Did you sleep well last night?" Let the girl put on her casual clothes. "I brought a lot of snacks back last night. Taohua said you had a rest and didn't call you. Can I eat in the morning?"

"Well, thank you, Second Lord, for thinking about it." The girl handed the drained face towel to Er Yuehong, "That sugar oil cake is delicious for me."

"That stuff is greasy. You have a weak stomach. Just try it. If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable." Reaching out her hand to pin the girl's hair that had fallen from her forehead behind her ear, Er Yuehong softly instructed, "If you like it, I will help you next time." you bring."

"Okay." Very happy with Er Yuehong's concern, the girl asked the maid to go to the kitchen to serve the noodles, "Get up early and serve the noodles to the second master. Let the second master eat while it's hot."

After eating breakfast with the girl, Er Yuehong greeted the housekeeper into the study, "Any news about the people going to the Northwest?"

When he first woke up, he did two things first.

One is to go to Beiping to explore the road, if possible, to make a foothold in Beiping.

Another thing, which is also the most important thing, is to go to the northwest to find out what happened to Peng Sanbian.

At that time, because of the girl's illness, he and the Buddha spent all their wealth to obtain the magic medicine deer live grass.

At that time, Buddha and Yin Xinyue, the eldest lady of Yishi Crescent Hotel in Beiping, became attached.

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