Daming prepares the emperor

"What's going on?" Daoist Wang thought that Zhu Biao had been hit by a magic spell, so he quickly confirmed his condition, "Why wait?"

Deng Yu was also very puzzled. The weapon was lifted and flew, which brought great anxiety. He couldn't help looking at an oil lamp, and wanted to pick up the lamp holder and copy it as a substitute.

"He didn't intend to kill." Zhu Biao said slowly, "And I think there should be another truth to the matter."

His eyes lit up, not in a physical sense, but from a spiritual perspective, because he not only saw that the clothes on the ghost were armor, but also saw the death time of the ghost.

If the speculation is correct, the result will undoubtedly be satisfactory to all.

"Wang Daochang, do you have an eye-catching talisman? Give it to General Deng."

"I forgot to do it recently." Taoist Wang was very honest, "But I have cow's tears, and I can use them."

"I won't pick!" Deng Yu was eager to find out what the two of them saw, "How to use it?"

"Just close your eyes and wipe it on."

Deng Yu took the bottle from Taoist Wang, his whole body tensed, still guarding against the unknown ghost behind him.He pulled out the stopper, dipped his finger in a little tear, and wiped it on his eyelid.

Open your eyes again, it's a different world.

The first thing he saw was the fuzzy qi floating in the air—bad qi, human energy, blood qi, yin qi, and yang qi. Arrived at the circling golden dragon.

Shocked for a moment, Deng Yu lowered his gaze, and his eyes were filled with blood.

"This, this is..."

A burly shadow like an iron tower stood there, motionless, staring directly at Deng Yu with two pairs of eyes.

"Old Zhao...Old Zhao!"

With a snap, the oil lamp stand fell to the ground.Deng Yu's mouth was faster than his thoughts, and he shouted first.

The clothes were obviously of the same style as his, and the one-foot-long sharp arrow piercing his chest was also very familiar.

Before he knew it, Deng Yu's face was covered with tears. He rushed over, looked at the wounds on the ghost's body, and looked at the blood all over his body, as if he had returned to the night before the victory of the Hongdu Battle.

"Does it hurt? Old Zhao, aren't you dead?"

Now, it doesn't matter whether Zhao Desheng is a ghost or not, and it doesn't matter what he wants to do. The fact that his comrades-in-arms are in front of him instantly swallows Deng Yu's rationality, making all his senses used for joy.

"Doctor, shall I find a doctor for you?"

Zhao Desheng smiled, waved his hand and said, "I am indeed dead! The recent troubles are caused by me, I am really sorry!"

"What's the matter." Deng Yu held his hand, tears streaming down his face, "You can stay as long as you want."

He is a person who can tolerate painful emotions very much and does not shed tears easily.When Zhao Desheng died, he cried, but now seeing him again, he couldn't control himself even more than before.

Reunion may be more rare than parting.

Thinking of something suddenly, Deng Yu hurriedly said: "Did the Taoist monk invited by my wife hurt you?"

"No." Zhao Desheng shook his head, "I don't come out during the day, they didn't find me."

"So you, what's the matter with you?"

"After I died, after a while, I found myself floating on the corpse, watching you rushing around, and then transported me back to heaven."

"You saw it! We won! Hongdu defended."

"I saw it, I saw it." Having said that, Zhao Desheng smiled on his dusty and smoky face, "You played really well."

"But why did you come to me?" Deng Yu said, "Old Zhao, I chose your cemetery. Your son and younger brother buried you in a glorious place. Although the commander-in-chief hasn't chased you down yet, he is already preparing for it. Are you still angry?"

"No, no, it's good to have resentment, it's good to have resentment!" He changed his words, "I can still see you, that's great, you stay, I will burn incense for you every day, and give you melons and fruits."

"I'm looking for you to leave." Zhao Desheng said, "How can you have such an idea, people and ghosts have different paths!"

"I only stayed at the grave for a while, and then came here in a daze. You were busy at the time, and you didn't stay in the mansion day and night. I was afraid of scaring the female relatives. I waited until you came back, just to talk to you and let you You help send me away!"

"The knife marks were cut on the gate because you wanted to go out?" Zhu Biao asked.

Deng Yu suddenly came back to his senses, and gave Zhu Biao the space and the opportunity to speak.

Zhao Desheng said: "Yes, when I first arrived here, I was too flustered and wanted to leave, but when I rushed to the gate of the mansion, I found that I couldn't get out, so I drew my knife there again."

"Where are the dishes missing from the kitchen?"

Zhao Desheng scratched his head embarrassedly: "I ate it."

"So last night you called Deng Yu to make him notice you."

"Yep."

"What does Daoist Wang think?" Zhu Biao said.

Wang Daochang didn't know how to look at it. He only found that both Zhu Biao and Deng Yu had a good impression of this ghost. He seemed to be a sacrificed general.

Since everyone has no intention of killing ghosts, he will naturally not look for trouble: "There is no threat, and those who don't take the initiative to hurt people are not evil ghosts."

"Although it's not an evil ghost, but since it's transformed into a ghost, there are still obsessions except for someone doing it on purpose."

Zhao Desheng said: "My lord, I have never been used by anyone since I woke up. As for obsession..."

Deng Yu immediately said: "Old Zhao, when you died, you told me that you wanted to see the Central Plains unified!"

"Ah." Zhao Desheng suddenly realized, "Is this the reason?"

Zhu Biao's attitude was a little more gentle: "General Zhao, since you have come to the Deng Mansion, it means that your wish is related to death, and coming to the Deng Mansion is the proof."

"Sigh. I didn't expect me to be so unwilling to cause so many troubles for you." Zhao Desheng said dejectedly, "It's okay to die, but there will be bad things after death, son, let me take a look at my family from a distance, Just kill me."

"No!" Deng Yu subconsciously wanted to stop it, but there was no reason, so he stammered, "Isn't it good to live a few more years?"

"In such a situation, how can it be called alive." Zhao Desheng pointed to the arrow protruding from his waist, "Look at it, I don't even have my intestines now, am I still called a human?"

Deng Yu fell silent. He had a scar on his face, a birthmark, and people looked at him strangely. He had an arrow stuck in his stomach, and he was covered in blood. He was still able to eat, drink, and drink with others. Want to chat?

Hiding in hiding, what if Old Zhao went crazy, he turned out to be human!

I can accept Zhao Desheng, but can my wife do it?

What do Zhao Desheng's wife, son, and younger brother think?Can family affection break through temporary fear, and can it break through secular exclusion for a long time?Will Yin Qi hurt them?

Will other generals and other ministers take the opportunity to do something?

What will the people of Yingtian Mansion think...

Wang Daoist is an old man, usually you can see him cheerful, as if he only cares about trivial things like eating, drinking and having fun, but he is not that simple after all, you can see Deng Yu's concerns at a glance.

In the long years of slaying demons and demons, he has seen many strange and epic stories. Sometimes he plays the role of an indiscriminate villain, sometimes he is a fairy who punishes evil and promotes good, and sometimes he is A jerk who beats mandarin ducks with a stick.

What he means is that it is better to use a lighter method to get rid of it, but the person in charge is Zhu Biao, so it depends on his point of view.

So Taoist Wang looked at Zhu Biao tentatively, wanting to ask him to make a decision.

"Follow me back to Zhenyao first." Zhu Biao made a final decision, "Wang Daochang, is it possible to let him leave Deng's mansion?"

"can."

Wang Daochang took out a talisman, asked Deng Yu for a bowl of water, melted the talisman into the water, and told him to drink it: "Temporarily shielding your connection with Yin Qi can take this general out."

"Let's go." Zhu Biao said, "General Deng, please comfort the family first, and then go to the commander's mansion to find me in a few days."

"What about Zhao Desheng?" Deng Yu gritted his teeth, "If Lao Zhao really wants to die, I have nothing to do, let alone stop him. Please help me persuade him, I..."

"He is dead." Zhu Biao said.

"..."

Deng Yu was speechless, silent for a moment, sighed, drank the water in the bowl, and sat on the chair.

Zhao Desheng followed Zhu Biao out, leaving only a few bloody footprints.

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Outside Deng's house.

It was almost dawn.A ray of hazy light passed through the willow leaves on both sides of the long street, and touched the ground lightly, as if it was a temptation before the dawn of tomorrow.

"Have you seen it all?"

Zhao Desheng was taken aback: "I have seen it all."

"all?"

"I only saw the part where the commander-in-chief lifts the son up and puts him on the horse."

Zhu Biao's face darkened: "I didn't ask this. But since General Zhao called me son, he must have understood most of the important things."

Wang Laodao Changan was quiet, walking far away without making a sound, drinking wine from the gourd from time to time, very winking.

"Loyal, courageous, worked for my father, clear-headed, ambitious, no resentment, just now the ghost gas is unstable."

Zhu Biao counted Zhao Desheng's advantages, and the more he counted, the more he felt that he was simply a city god sent to his door.

"General Zhao, why do you want to see the Central Plains unified?"

"When marching and fighting, what else can I want to see, so I have to go deeper." The muscular man was unexpectedly tender, and expressed his thoughts no less than those of literati, "Unify the Central Plains, and the common people can live a better life." Life. Being a dog in the prosperous age is better than people in the Yuan Dynasty."

"Now you definitely can't lead the army to fight. Why don't you change your wish, change it to keep the sky safe, and change it to the people living and working in peace and contentment."

"There seems to be no difference..."

"That's good." Zhu Biao smiled, "General Zhao's difficulty is that being a ghost is different from being a human being. You can't communicate with others, you don't have a normal life, and you can't make a living. So it's better to be a fairy than a ghost!"

"Ah? That's what it says..." Zhao Desheng said with a smile: "Then I have to be capable. Where did the gods come from?"

Zhu Biao turned around, turned the folding fan in his hand, the beads tied to the tail of the fan gave off a glimmer of light, and the head of the fan lightly tapped on Zhao Desheng.

All the people in Yingtian City—those who are sleeping, those who get up early and put on their clothes, those who eat in the courtyard, those who hawk, those who work in the fields, men, women, old and young, regardless of rich or poor, good or evil, their A white air flew out of the body.

Like the wind, the fate of humanity rolled up from all directions, swooped down on the long street, gathered at the tip of the fan, and plunged into Zhao Desheng's arms following the movement of the owner of the fan.

"There is now."

"Yingtian City lacks a city god. Since ancient times, the city god has been granted by the emperor's people, and General Zhao's achievements are more than enough."

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