Flavored candle shop

When Hong Yao and Pei Ci dragged the chopped bamboo back to the candle shop, they saw a happy scene.

Xiong Shi and Li Wu who didn't know when came here buried their heads and whispered excitedly, holding hands from time to time and exuding excitement together... Chicken crowing?

Fang Chong lit the small stove and was boiling the paste with his sleeves up. Wangcai Ruyi and Peipei surrounded him intimately, cooling him down with a little cool breeze while stealing some semi-finished paste to eat.

Not only was his reaction slow, but Wangcai, whose eyes were not very bright, hadn't noticed that the red medicine had returned. The little ghost happily stretched out a small wooden spoon, ready to scoop another spoonful of translucent and slightly sweet paste. Just when the hand was stretched out, it was tightly wrapped together with the handle of the spoon by a big warm hand.

Wangcai raised his head belatedly, and a fine gold chain with a jewel pendant swayed gently on top of his head.

Hong Yao broke Wangcai's tightly clenched hands, pulled out the wooden spoon, and asked as calmly as possible: "What are you doing with the paste? Didn't you have enough for breakfast?"

Wangcai rubbed his bulging belly and sighed old-fashionedly: "I'm full."

Then why eat paste?Hong Yao vividly expressed his confusion with his eyes.

Wangcai sighed again, and looked very worried: "Because Wangcai's belly has become so heavy, and the bones are also crackling, as if it has become loose and is leaking air!"

Ruyi answered, "So does Ruyi! The throat has become thinner! Master, our bodies seem to be breaking down!"

Hong Yao was still puzzled: "What does this have to do with you eating paste?"

Ruyi Wangcai has a determined face: "What to eat, what to mend, we have to glue back the loose bones and places where the air leaks!"

Red Medicine: "..."

What the hell do you eat to make up for yourself!Although you are indeed made of bamboo paste and paper, but eating the paste...maybe you can really repair yourself?

Hong Yao patted his forehead to wake himself up.

After waking up, he looked at Peipei who had been stealing food with a round belly: "Why are you eating paste?"

This kid doesn't need to stick anywhere.

Peipei wiped her small mouth and smiled: "Peipei likes to eat batter!"

Well, he shouldn't have asked.This little devil can quickly change from skinny to chubby. Apart from being fed maliciously, it is also because he is really not picky about food. Are you fat?

Hong Yao patiently said: "Your belly is getting heavier and your bones are making noises. It's not that your body is broken, but it's growing. This is a good thing."

Wangcai Ruyi looked confused: "Growth? What is growth?"

They were originally yin qi wandering in the world, and they were called to attach to the paper piercing man to get the aura of red medicine to give birth to spiritual consciousness. In their cognition, there is no word for growth at all.

In this regard, Peipei has a great say: "Growing is growing up!" He raised his hand and made a small circle in the air, and then made a big circle, "I grew up from being so big to being so big!" Big ones! When the goslings come out of the eggs, they will grow as big as big whites after eating well!"

Wangcai Ruyi's eyes lit up immediately: "I want to grow up! I want to grow up!"

"I want to be as big as Master! As big as Brother Pei Ci!"

Although I can't bear to hit these two little devils' lofty ambitions for growth, it's better to make it clear earlier that they are bound to be unrealistic expectations.

"Your 'growth' refers to gradually shedding the paper human body and giving birth to flesh and blood, not growing taller and fatter."

What he made was a boy boy and girl girl paper tie, the prototype was already doomed, no matter how long it was, it would only be so big.

Wangcai Ruyi's smiling face just now collapsed, and she murmured, "I can't grow taller..."

Hong Yao was silent, and decided to give them some hope: "It's not that they can't grow taller, as long as you practice hard and break through the paper body, you can naturally continue to grow."

"What is cultivation?"

How should this be explained?The thousand-year-old terracotta figurine spirit who had never practiced seriously was lost.

After being silent for a long while, Hong Yao sighed, raised her hand to rub Wangcai Ruyi's little head, and broke the pot and said, "Forget it, let's see if you can get more good things in the future."

After all, he didn't care how the little ghosts reacted, he just sat on the small stool and drew his knife to divide the bamboo.The handle of the Tonghuan Broadsword, which was originally more than one meter long, shrunk to a short length very intelligently. Hong Yao stood the knife on the ground with the back of the knife facing inward and the blade facing outward. , the green and green bamboo was split into two halves by the blade without a sound, and then divided in half, knotted, and thinned into bamboo strips...

While dividing the bamboo neatly, Hong Yao said to Li Wu, "Why are you here again?"

The corner of Li Wu's mouth twitched, feeling that he was disgusted: "What is 'again'?"

Hong Yao didn't pick up the slack, and went straight to the point: "Didn't you go to turn over Jing Chao's fate? How come there will be a result soon?"

"I'll do it myself. This trivial matter is easy to handle." Li Wu teased her big waves angrily.

"Oh? Let's hear it." Hong Yao conveniently drew a wisp of black air from the copper ring sword and dispersed it in the air, ensuring that no one except the four of them could hear the next conversation clearly.

Li Wu coughed twice, and then said, "Actually, the range of candidates from the former dynasty who want to overthrow the Rong Dynasty regime as revenge is quite small."

"First of all, it must be the royal family of the Jing Dynasty who has the greatest hatred. After all, their throne has been robbed, and then the courtiers loyal to the Jing Dynasty—"

Hong Yao stared intently at the thin bamboo slivers across the edge of the blade, and interrupted Li Wu's long speech without raising her head: "Your reasoning process can be skipped appropriately, and you can directly talk about the conclusion."

"..." Li Wu choked, and reluctantly said dryly, "There are four people who did not enter reincarnation, two royal families, and two famous ministers."

"Four?" Hong Yao paused, and looked at Li Wu in disbelief, "The loopholes in your Yin Division's work may not be loopholes at all, but a sieve."

Li Wu also looked depressed: "One thing to say, this time it really can't be blamed on our Yin Division! Do you know who these four are?"

Hong Yao put down the bamboo sticks and made a gesture of listening respectfully: "Who is it?"

Li Wu sighed deeply: "The first one is that Emperor Jingmo."

"You haven't recovered the emperor's soul properly?"

"Isn't that just a coincidence!" Li Wu defended his hard-working colleague, "Emperor Jing Mo died just when the army attacked Shangjing, and how many people would die every minute and every second. Just guarding the edge of the city gate, weaving soul seduction ropes into a soul seduction net can't catch ghosts, and the subjugated emperor was so angry that he was assassinated and killed, and he was dragged to the city guards for a temporary mass burial Gang, tsk tsk tsk, even the emperor's ghost, if thrown into that kind of place, it won't be able to get out without half of its soul being bitten off."

"The ghost is just a ghost after all, who dares to go to the ghosts of a group of resentful soldiers who died in battle to snatch their souls."

In fact, it is cowardly and not capable enough to work.

Hong Yao didn't get the point across, and continued the topic: "What else?"

Li Wu: "The other royal family is Princess Jiawen."

"This one was also dragged to the mass grave?"

"That's not true." Li Wu paused for a moment before continuing, "You all know that the princess tomb built by the founding emperor of the Rong Dynasty for Princess Jiawen in the suburbs of Shangjing is actually a clothes tomb, right?"

Pei Ci nodded: "It is said that after Princess Jiawen committed suicide and died for the country, her body was stolen by the old officials of the Jing Dynasty, and her whereabouts are unknown."

Hong Yao: "The body is stolen, so it's okay to go to hell and reincarnate with ghosts, right?"

"That being said, most of the newly dead ghosts will not leave their bodies." Li Wushen said emotionally, "Those old ministers of the Jing Dynasty didn't know what geomantic omen they chose for Princess Jiawen's mausoleum, and they couldn't be sure. The location of Princess Jiawen's soul can't even be found, so where can I find it?"

"Then what about the remaining two?" Hong Yao now just wants to know if there is any other wonderful way to avoid the ecstasy.

"The remaining two are famous generals of the Jing Dynasty, and one is Sui Qi." Li Wu said with a complex expression, "He is the City God in name of our Shangjing Yinsi. Although there is no appointment document, the City God Seal may not recognize him. But there is no record of his death in the life book."

"Actually, I wanted to ask a question a long time ago." Fang Chong, who had been as quiet as a goose, said abruptly, "Since Sui Qi, the City God of Shangjing, exists in name only, why don't you re-elect someone to be the City God?"

Then there will be no troubles.

"How can it be so simple." Li Wu had a boyish and naive expression on his face, "Gods depend on people's spirits, and people rely on their gods... The City God was elected by the people of the whole place, not just exchanged by the underworld. Yes. Moreover, Sui Qi's reputation is too great. He is one of the representatives of loyal ministers and famous generals in the past thousand years. Many literati have written poems and odes for him. His image has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Where can we find someone who is as famous as him And someone who also has a deep bond with Shangjingcheng."

"The name of the underworld and the underworld sounds very loud, but how can we easily shake the cognition that has been passed down for thousands of years and the will of the people in a city?"

Pei Ciruo realized something: "So, as long as people still think that Sui Qi is the City God of Shangjing, you can't introduce a new City God candidate?"

Li Wu nodded: "Actually, it has been much better these years. The core values ​​of socialism are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Most of the people who come to Chenghuang Temple are tourists from other places. Unlike before, there are so many true believers."

"The Underworld and our Yin Division have also tried several times to promote candidates for the new City God in the past few years, but Sui Qi's mass base is too large, so it failed."

For the series of activities they carried out, such as 'Looking for Celebrities in Shanghai', 'Entering Famous Historical Figures in Shanghai', 'Conversing with History'... etc., Sui Qi's votes are always top-notch .

So it's not that they don't work hard, it's that Sui Qilu is so popular!

"Let's wait a few more years to see if there are any celebrities and wise men who have become popular through the east wind of archaeology, or if Shangjing can turn out to be a big shot."

It seems that this is the only way to go... Hong Yao put down her thoughts for now, and asked, "Is there another one?"

Li Wu: "The other one is General Wu'an."

Hong Yao became interested: "Why didn't he go to the underworld?"

Li Wuhin shook his head frankly: "I want to know too."

"Doesn't the underworld know about it?"

"I don't know, this one is too mysterious." Li Wu scratched his head and said in admiring tone, "We don't even know if he died, when he died, and how he died."

Pei Ci didn't think about it: "The records in the history books are that General Wu'an was injured and conquered the barbarians, and the root cause of his illness fell. He also confronted the army when the soldiers pressed the border. After several months of stalemate, General Wu'an died of a long illness."

Li Wu waved his hand: "Although the history books are written like this, there is a blank in the fate book of the underworld, and there is always a lot of doubt about the way of death."

"Didn't a secret edict of recall be unearthed from the tomb of Emperor Jingmo before..."

Hong Yao felt indifferent: "This kind of thing, except for those involved, we can't figure it out just by guessing."

"That's right... Back to the topic and back to the topic!" Li Wu cheered up and said, "If you are indecisive, use the method of elimination! First of all, let's exclude Princess Jiawen. She opened the gate of Shangjing for the Rong army. There is no need. If you suddenly regret after two or three hundred years of death, turn around and take revenge."

The crowd nodded.

Li Wu continued: "It is reasonable to say that Emperor Jingmo is the one with the strongest desire for revenge. He can complete the IQ and ability of a fairly powerful country in three or four years, and he is not likely to be able to do such a big thing... ..."

Hong Yao reminded: "Aren't there still two courtiers?"

Fang Chong's tone was inexplicably firm: "It must be Sui Qi!"

"The relationship between General Wu'an and Emperor Jing Mo is notoriously bad, and the possibility of cooperation is indeed...But in the face of unanimous national hatred and family hatred, it may not be impossible to join hands." Li Wu was not sure.

Pei Ci thought for a moment, and said, "Not everyone wants to restore the country."

Hong Yao's tone was light: "And even if Wu'an and Emperor Jingmo join forces, the revenge against the Rong Dynasty will not be delayed by more than 200 years. He should not be able to bear Emperor Jingmo for so long."

Li Wu said in a relaxed tone: "That's right, even if a person like General Wu'an doesn't enter the underworld after death, he must be the commander of the ghost king!"

He's dead, wouldn't it be nice to be a ghost king by himself?Why do you have to wrong yourself to face your former Guapi boss?

Fang Chong snorted softly: "That's natural, even Pu Zhuo can become a ghost king, let alone General Wu'an."

Hearing the disdain in Fang Chong's tone, Li Wu lowered his voice and said: "Don't look at Pu Zhuo as weak, anyone can destroy his appearance in the back street, in fact, he is also a male classmate with a story..."

"His experience of becoming a ghost king is pathetic."