[Lotus Lantern] Free Sky

Feng Ming and Yang Jian sat down by the window, one on the left and one on the right.At this time, Feng Ming noticed Liu Chenxiang, looked at Yang Jian and asked, "I don't know if this is—"

"Ah, he's me, nephew." Yang Jian hesitated a little, but it's better not to complicate Chen Xiang's identity.

"This..." Feng Wu smiled unnaturally, and looked back and forth between his uncle and nephew, "The other sister must be in her 40s, no wonder I always feel that the young master is a little thin, so the other is a good old man. "Yang Jian's face is too fair, and his complexion seems to be a little less rosy than ordinary people. It is rumored that when he grows old, the child will be thin and sick due to the innate lack of essence and blood.It would be better if you were born in a rich family, you can spend a lot of money to buy some precious medicinal materials such as ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to grow all year round, but if you are born in a poor family, you will probably die young.It seems that Feng Ming misunderstood Yang Jian as a kind of medicine jar with congenital weakness. In his imagination, the father of Mr. Qingyuan gave birth to a daughter in his twenties, and his elder brother Qingyuan in his thirties. Qing Yuan was born after the age of 30, and a few years later, when Qing Yuan was only three or four years old, his older sister, who was already in her 40s, gave birth to a nephew for Qing Yuan.Looking at Chen Xiang with a ruddy complexion, full of energy, and a strong physique, his mother definitely had him after she was fully developed.That's how it should be, right?

Feng Ming's smile clearly carried a taste of sympathy and ridicule, it's not that Feng Ming looked down on Mr. Qingyuan, but just felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff and wanted to reconcile it.When Yang Jian heard this, he didn't care too much. Chen Xiang's age seemed to be about the same as his own. Some people believed that he was a brother, or a nephew, but most of them didn't believe it.No wonder Feng Wu would think there.Yang Jian didn't think that he was afraid, looked at Chen Xiang, and said lightly: "Come here to meet the county magistrate."

"Liu Chenxiang has met your lord!" Chen Xiang reluctantly walked over and bowed his hands.

"Mr. Liu, please sit down."

Liu Chenxiang looked at Yang Jian, Yang Jian nodded slightly, and then he sat obediently between the two, facing the window, but his eyes wandered back and forth between Yang Jian and Feng Ming.I thought in my heart: "Why do I look like my uncle's nephew even if I don't look like my uncle? Why do you look so similar to my uncle, a small county magistrate who can't beat you?"

Feng Ming didn't know what Liu Chenxiang was thinking, and shouted downstairs: "Xiao Er, bring two more cups. Serve more snacks."

Sitting here just now, watching the street from the window, Young Master Qingyuan took this nephew to the direction of Yunlai Restaurant.With an idea, Feng Ming ordered two yamen servants to invite them here.It seems that it is not that Young Master Qingyuan wants to eat, but that Liu Chenxiang is hungry.Didn't you see the reluctance on that pretty face after coming to this teahouse?There is no food in this teahouse, but the snacks are full.

For some reason, ever since Mr. Qingyuan came upstairs with his eldest nephew, his aura seemed to be a bit wrong.The whole thing was so noisy, even though this young master Qingyuan only said four sentences from the beginning to the end, and each sentence was more polite than his sentence, Feng Ming just felt that something was wrong.Today it is clear that I am the host and he is the guest, why did the aura fall down in a muddle?

"Brother Fengming came to Qingyuan, but because of the theft of those ancient books?"

"Yes." Feng Ming replied subconsciously.But then my heart is going crazy, can you not ask?May I ask first?I am the magistrate here! "Dare to ask, my lord, where did those books come from, what are they contained in, what are they used for, and are there any specific characteristics?"

"Guest officer, here are the snacks and cups you asked for." Xiao Er eagerly arranged the snacks, cups, plates and chopsticks.

Feng Ming was a little depressed, Xiao Er's movements just blocked his sight from observing Yang Jian's expression changes.He had people search for those so-called family heirloom books for more than half a month, but there was no clue at all, as if they had evaporated from the air.Not to mention there are, no one has seen any very special books at all.The county is only that big in total, there are not many people who can read and write, and there are only a few painting and calligraphy shops. I checked and checked, but found nothing.Even if it is burned, there should be some ashes left.Moreover, in the past few days, Feng Ming visited Liu Zhuang again, but was unable to enter the house, blocked by a transparent wall, and there was no one guarding the door, which seemed very unusual. (Actually, at that time, Yang Jian entered the magic formation alone, and Hou Yi was leading the whole village to find Yang Jian in full swing. Who cares whether there are any visitors outside the barrier. Even if Feng Ming rushed to hit the barrier, they would all It will only be regarded as a mortal falcon bumping into the barrier.) Feng Ming suspects that none of the people in this village are human.Until today, this Young Master Qingyuan actually came out by himself, Feng Ming naturally would not miss this good opportunity to solve the mystery.

These days, the city has indeed been relatively peaceful, there are very few monsters appearing to harass the people, and the time when the monsters gradually disappeared coincided surprisingly with the time when this Young Master Qingyuan entered the city.On that day, the Yunlai restaurant was infested with demons. According to the confession of the shopkeeper, three people did capture a young man, but he did not see the so-called Mr. Qingyuan enter the restaurant.Then why did he admit that he was in the restaurant that day?Moreover, if he was really there, Mr. Qingyuan would be unscathed, Feng Ming was very contradictory.

——Who is this Qingyuan?The place where he lived was protected by an enchantment, and the monsters didn't hurt him. Instead, he disappeared as soon as he entered the city.Feng Ming couldn't figure out any clues.

"Yeah." Feng Wu looked at Dim Sum and nodded in satisfaction.

"Is there any other order, sir?"

"No, you go down."

"That's good, gentlemen, use it slowly."

After Xiao Er went down, Yang Jian began to answer Feng Ming's questions, his calm eyes were as deep as the sea, he looked at Feng Ming calmly and said: "Actually, I just want you to accept the lyre. As for the books, you don't have to. Find."

The straightforwardness and directness exceeded Feng Ming's expectations, but he also realized at the beginning that Yang Jian asked him to find books just to let him accept the piano. "Why?" Feng Ming had countless reasons to help this young master Qingyuan keep the piano temporarily, but he still wanted to hear this young master Qingyuan's reasons.The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, so you shouldn't give him such a precious gift.

"There are not so many reasons. Send it, and you will take it." As if he was not the one who gave the piano, the clear and warm voice was slightly deep, and it seemed to blurt out casually, but it seemed to have an order.

Feng Ming choked for a moment, the son of a rich family, how willful he is!It seems that last time I was thinking too much. This young master's situation in the family is definitely not normal. He actually thought of him naively, thinking that his elder brother would take the opportunity to embarrass him.Now it seems that who is in trouble?

Liu Chenxiang desperately stuffed snacks into his mouth, not really because he was starving, but when he heard his uncle gave him a piano, he suddenly remembered that his uncle gave him a golden lock on his 16th birthday Unfortunately, he threw it away in front of his uncle.It was picked up by the howling dog.Liu Chenxiang wanted to ask, can I get that golden lock back?want to come back?come back?come?? ?

Due to eating too hard, Chen Xiang finally choked and choked.

"Cough, cough..."

"Chen Xiang, are you okay?" Yang Jian said with a touch of concern while helping Chen Xiang with his back.

"I'm coughing, it's okay."

Feng Wu smiled and unfolded a fan. There was a landscape painting on the fan. Looking at Chen Xiang, he said, "This is probably the first time for my little brother to taste local dim sum. In fact, although our place is remote, the scenery is still pretty good." , there are all kinds of snacks, how about I take my little brother out to have a look, how about it?"

"It's not very good." Liu Chenxiang smiled embarrassedly, looked aside, and asked Yang Jian for his opinion.These days, he was forced by the black Rakshasa to practice kung fu, and later he was detained in Liuzhuang, and he didn't come out to have fun for a long time.

"With your uncle here, I won't betray you." Feng Ming changed her previous image of being honest and kind, stood up with arms folded, and said provocatively: "I think we are about the same age, we are so old , still pestering your uncle?"

"Okay." Seeing that Chen Xiang really wanted to have fun, Yang Jian couldn't refuse directly.Anyway, I have nothing to do with myself, I just took Chen Xiang out for a stroll today.Then find a suitable time to tell him about Black Rakshasa.

This morning, accompanied by his uncle and the county magistrate, Liu Chenxiang tasted almost all the famous local snacks in this small town. His stomach was so full that his mouth was full of greasy food, so much so that he originally planned to go to Yunlai Restaurant for lunch The mind of eating is gone.At noon, I just rented a boat in the lake and sat in the cabin to swim the lake.In the afternoon, I took a rest in the boathouse and went up the mountain.As he was walking, the sound of ding ding dong dong iron bells beating on wood on the mountainside gradually became clearer, and further up, there was a specially reclaimed flat land.Dozens of migrant workers are beating there, and it looks like an antique temple with carved beams and painted buildings is about to be completed.

"This is?"

"The Erlang Zhenjun Temple was built spontaneously by the mountain people. The only thing that has not been decided yet is the image of Erlang Zhenjun. Some people drew a fierce god with blue faces and fangs, and some painted a three-eyed gentleman with a white face. They are still arguing. , made a fuss to me and said he wanted me to make an idea.”

"Master Xiancheng, you are here!" The mountain people saw the three coming from a distance, and warmly greeted them.

"Lord Fengming, do you think it's better for Erlang Zhenjun to be fierce or not? We'll just listen to your words."

"Yes, my lord, just make up your mind."

"Fellow folks, Feng Ming is not talented, and he has won everyone's trust. Feng Ming thinks that the image of Zhenjun Erlang should be righteous, emphasizing love and righteousness, ruthless, fearless, with straight eyes and clear mind, with the world in mind, Law enforcement is like a mountain, hatred is like hatred, manifestation is boundless, and all living beings look up to it. It's not just something that looks good or scares."

The mountain people quieted down, someone raised his hand and said: "Sir, I heard that all the vicious people are ghosts, and Erlang Zhenjun is both vicious and righteous, isn't this contradictory?"

"Uh..." Feng Ming paused and said: "When a child does something wrong, some parents will teach the child very fiercely and angrily, but this is not evil. Of course, Erlang Zhenjun spends all day eliminating demons and subduing demons for the people of the world. Don’t you hate demons and sinners when you judge the gods who made mistakes? In fact, gods and people are the same. If you are a good person, they will be happy when they see you. If you are a bad person, if they don’t like you, you will naturally be vicious. So , Bad people are afraid of Erlang God."

"Your Excellency is well said!" One person raised his hand in favor, and everyone echoed.

"Everyone be quiet!" An old man like a master shouted, and then asked Xiang Fengming, "Since this is the case, why don't we take the shape of the adults?"

"That's not necessary. In fact, I found a more suitable candidate for everyone." Amidst the doubts of everyone, Feng Ming's eyes turned, and suddenly he pointed at Yang Jian, "That's him!"