Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

Xiaoyu covered her ears, leaned into Zhan Zhao's arms with a panicked expression on her face, and said, "Oh, what a loud thunder!"

Zhan Zhao put his arms around Xiaoyu and rubbed her shoulders soothingly. Before he could speak, Chen Xiang jumped up and shouted, "Which one said just now that he has the final say on the Buddha's affairs? He also has the final say on the heavenly affairs." ?!"

Pang Yuanying's complexion turned pale and turned blue, and he looked at the sky a little flusteredly. There was no cloud and the breeze was light. If it wasn't for the sound of the explosion still in his ears, he almost thought it was just a ridiculous dream.Although he hated Chen Xiang's clamor at this moment, he felt a little guilty.

Several monks, regardless of the mud after the snow, knelt on the ground and muttered sutras.

Pausing for a while, seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Pang Yuanying's complexion gradually returned to normal, looking at the ugly guards around him, he said stiffly: "It's just the weather, what are you afraid of?!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden thunderbolt came down from the clear sky with a demonic aura. It was more violent than the previous thunderbolt. After the thunderbolt, a wide crack opened on the cold ground. The gate of the temple was only fifty paces away.

Xiaoyu screamed, pulled Zhan Zhao to the carriage, and said, "Uncle Zhan, let's get out of here quickly, it seems that someone here has caused the wrath of the sky, who knows who the next thunderbolt will fall on Come on, let's stay away so we don't get caught up in unreasonable disasters!"

Zhan Zhao didn't understand how it could be such a coincidence. It was rare to see a thunderstorm in the winter, and it was even more impossible to know the thunderbolt from a blue sky. How could these two things be concentrated in Guangxian Temple all of a sudden?Could it be that the heaven is above and the Buddha is in his heart?

Pang Yuanying's complexion had turned into the color of a pig's liver, but he no longer dared to speak out, and even subconsciously stepped back a few steps and retreated into the temple.

Just as he was hesitating how to end, he saw the servant girl beside his mother rushing over, and when she arrived, she didn't even bother to salute, so she hurriedly said: "Master, the old lady offered incense today for some reason, but even a stick of incense couldn't be ignited." , every time it was ignited, but it went out for no reason as soon as it was inserted into the incense burner. There were two thunderclaps just now, and the prayer flags hanging by the old lady praying for her mother were suddenly torn, and the old lady fainted from fright. Alright, young master, let's go to the apse to have a look."

Pang Yuanying's face suddenly turned pale again, and he looked at the crack on the ground with some surprise, and turned his head to the apse before he could speak.The guards around him all retreated back into the temple in a mess, only the few monks who knelt on the ground with folded hands and chanted sutras remained in place.

Zhan Zhao wanted to call him, but was held back by Xiaoyu. Looking back, Xiaoyu was still panic-stricken, and said with a smile on his lips, "Uncle Zhan, don't be impatient, someone from the Pang family will come out to greet you in a short while." Uncle Zhan, let Chen Xiang go to Kaifeng Mansion to inform Lord Bao that he is planning to move the victims."

Chen Xiang bounced over, heard Xiaoyu's words, slightly dissatisfied: "Why am I going to run errands again?"

Xiaoyu stared at him with her hips on her hips and said, "If you don't go, do you want to let Uncle Zhan go? Or should you let me? Wait a minute, can you handle things here? If something goes wrong, if uncle finds out..."

Chen Xiang hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "I'll go, I'll go, you don't have to carry uncle out to press me."

Xiaoyu said: "Then, let's go quickly."

Chen Xiang turned and left helplessly, Zhan Zhao said: "Why don't you ride a horse, it will be faster."

Xiaoyu said: "Uncle Zhan underestimated Chen Xiang, he is very good at lightness kung fu, he can perform it faster than riding a horse."

Seeing Chen Xiang's flamboyant figure flying lightly on his toes, and disappearing after a few ups and downs, Zhan Zhao sighed: "Nowadays, the wave behind pushes the wave ahead, Chen Xiang's youthful kung fu is no longer inferior to mine at such a young age..."

Xiaoyu interrupted with a smile: "Why didn't Uncle Zhan ask me how to be sure that the Pang family can vacate the monastery to accommodate the victims?"

Looking at her seemingly innocent smile, Zhan Zhao blinked and said, "There is a thunderbolt in front of our eyes, and the Buddha will show up, so he dare not vacate the monk's house?"

Xiaoyu lowered her head and murmured: "The Buddha is so kind..."

Zhan Zhao lowered his head and approached Xiaoyu and whispered, "Is that the second brother's face?"

Xiaoyu was slightly startled, stared at Zhan Zhao and said, "What does Uncle Zhan know?"

Zhan Zhao sighed helplessly: "I only know that the second brother is by no means an ordinary person, and none of the people around him are as simple as dragons and phoenixes in the world, but I can't even guess how capable the second brother is. I can’t even think about it, maybe one day when my second brother is willing to tell me, I will really fully understand.”

Xiaoyu looked at Zhan Zhao, and Zhan Zhao's expression was calm and unaffected, as if he was just talking about a very ordinary thing.

Xiaoyu said sincerely: "Uncle Zhan knows that Uncle is not an ordinary person and is willing to be friends with him, so what Uncle Zhan gave is Uncle's heart, Uncle has been cold-hearted for many years, maybe Uncle Zhan can let him It's heating up."

Zhan Zhao said: "I am willing, but I don't know if the second brother can accept it."

Xiaoyu covered her mouth with a smile and said, "If uncle doesn't care about you, why did you let me and Chen Xiang come here?"

Zhan Zhao suddenly felt a heat in his heart, but he didn't know where to start. After pondering for a moment, he said slowly, "Xiaoyu, can you tell me who the second brother is?"

Xiaoyu looked at him, speechless for a while, Zhan Zhao laughed at himself, and said, "Understood, I don't make it difficult for you, wait until the second brother is willing to talk to me before bringing it up. Anyway, no matter what, I have already made a deal." The second brother is a friend."

Xiaoyu lowered her head and smiled, but she said silently in her heart: "Is it just a friend..."

It was getting higher and higher, and it was almost noon.

Yang Jian pushed open the door and walked casually in the courtyard, not knowing how Chenxiang Xiaoyu and the others were doing. He wanted to go and see, but he calculated the distance secretly, or let it go.

Unknowingly, I arrived at the front yard and looked at the wintersweet plant in the corner corridor. In the sun, the twigs and vines were scattered with flowers, although they were not in full bloom, they were already lightly fragrant.Yang Jian stood silently under the tree, and among the scattered shadows of flowers, he seemed to see Zhan Zhao's figure dancing with swords and flowers dancing gently.

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him, there was a soft sound.

Yang Jian didn't turn around, and said calmly, "It's you who came."

Behind him, a low sigh said: "Zhenjun is very elegant."

Yang Jian looked back with a smile, and standing behind him was a Taoist priest in gray robes and long beard and white hair, who was the Eastern Emperor of Huashan.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "Why did the emperor come to Yang Jian's place in a leisurely manner?"

Dongdijun asked back: "Could it be that Master Zhenjun can't guess?"

Yang Jian waved his hand not minding, and said: "Dijun, this is just a polite way. I have sealed up my sky eyes now, but I can't see through people's thoughts, let alone you, an immortal. If I didn't know you well, I would still I thought Dijun was deliberately making fun of me."

Dongdijun said: "Joke? Even if you are really demoted to the mortal world, I dare not make fun of the real monarch, let alone temporarily sealed it up. As long as you want to, you can be the judicial god above the heaven! You brought something here."

Yang Jian showed a little interest and said, "Who? What?"

Dongdijun slowly stretched out his hand, holding an ancient sword in his hand, slowly handed it over, and said with a smile: "Although the old Taoist is a loose immortal, there are not many who can send me. Zhenjun slowly guesses by himself. You can't reveal the secret."

Yang Jian sneered, it didn't take much effort to guess, and he knew it was almost the same if he thought about it casually.He took the ancient sword unceremoniously, and his hand sank, cold at the beginning.

When Yang Jian took a closer look, he felt that the sword had a heavy and simple atmosphere, and some ancient characters were engraved on the pure copper scabbard, because the sheath of the pure copper had lost the luster of pure copper for a long time.Gently hold the hilt of the sword, but the hilt is made of cork, warm in the hand, it seems that it doesn't match the scabbard.A pool of cold water flowed out silently from the wrist and pierced between the eyebrows. This ancient chill was so intense that Yang Jian couldn't help frowning slightly.

Sighing softly: "Good sword! It really is not ordinary."

Dong Dijun looked at Yang Jian with a satisfied look on his face, and said: "The weather is cold and the old Taoist has come thousands of miles away. Don't you invite the old Taoist to drink a cup of tea?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Naturally, Yang Jian wants to do his best to be a landlord, please."

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