The fairy is fierce

The Yan family is considered a large family in the Yangcheng area, and the year when they settled down can be traced back to the founding of the Han family.

At that time, the ancestor of the Yan family was born in Jianghu, and his kung fu was not very good, but he was tall and strong, and he served as a flag-carrying soldier in front of the founding monarch. He sacrificed his life to block arrows during the war, and had meritorious service in protecting the lord. Although he was not granted the title of marquis after the founding of the country, He paid homage to the prime minister, but he was allocated a lot of land here in Yangshan.

The family business is passed down from generation to generation, and how can there not be a few prodigal sons? Later generations do not know the hardships of their ancestors and lost a lot of their ancestral property. More than fifty years ago, they were even reduced to selling their ancestral houses to pay off gambling debts.

At that time, Yan Sanjie, the eldest son of Yan, was in the most miserable situation. The name "Sanjie" was given by his father, which means "quit gambling, whoring, and alcohol". However, Yan Sanjie almost starved to death in the cold winter. Judging from the experience, his father obviously did not give up these three things.

Fortunately, the Yan family is very prosperous, and most of the people in Yangshan are related to each other, and they have eaten hundreds of meals all the way, and finally got over it.

To use a common saying, Yan Sanjie is very promising. He has worked hard since he was a child and practiced a good style. He made his fortune by traveling as a escort, redeemed his ancestral home, and became a "Yan Sanye" in his middle age. His name is considered a famous figure in the world.

But there is an old saying in the world that goes, "Every time comes, heaven and earth work together, and heroes are not free." When people have good times, there are also times when they are unlucky.

Yan Sanjie didn't know what happened, and which gods he offended. First, his eldest son, whom he cherished, got mad for no reason ten years ago. He stabbed passers-by in a busy city and was almost sentenced to death. He tried every means to get him back, but he had to use an iron chain. Locked up madman.

Then more and more such things happened, half of the brothers and nephews in the family fell down, and wives and concubines were not spared. Especially in the past two years, more and more people in nearby prefectures and counties have become ill. Those who used to respect him with great respect The villagers began to secretly discuss that the madness was spread from the Yan family.

Yan Sanjie was more or less a hero who had risen from the bottom. He never frowned despite the cold weather and lack of food. However, the villagers who had fed him hundreds of meals secretly complained and scolded him. How could he bear it? ?

On the third day of winter, it snowed heavily.

Outside the vermilion gate of the Yan family's ancestral house, Yan Sanjie, dressed in rich clothes, looked at the snow falling on the countryside with his hands behind his back. His tall body was still as upright as when he was young, but he could not hide the look of exhaustion on his brows. Old-fashioned.

Butler Song Fu stood behind his back with his hands in his sleeves, a look of sadness on his face.

Inside the door covered with yellow symbols, you can hear lively shouts:

"Come and do it..."

"Daozhang Wang, you don't look like a monk with your drinking capacity..."

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and Taozu's heart remains..."

"That's what the wild monk said..."

If you don't understand the real situation of the Yan family, the messy words will sound like they are planning a big happy event.

Song Fu is an old man of the Yan family. He worked with Yan Sanjie in the past and has a lot of experience in the world. After listening to the noisy words for a moment, he shook his head and sighed:

"Third Master, these 'immortal masters' can only be counted on those who rest in the guest rooms. Those who drink and eat meat outside. If you expect them to slay demons, you might as well find a few black dogs and kill them and pour their blood on the door." really……"

"Things involving gods and ghosts must be left to Mr. Feng Shui to deal with. No matter how bad they are, they still know a lot better than the rest of us."

"Sigh... After hearing about it for a few years, I know how to read Feng Shui. I'm afraid the third master is the same. His Taoism may not be lower than theirs. If you want to cure this crazy disease, you still have to rely on the imperial court and Yan Ge to go to the capital..."

"What do you expect him to do if he can't do anything?"

Seeing this, Song Fu stopped talking, shook his head and sighed, knowing in his heart why the third master got angry when he heard Yan Ge.

Yange suffered from madness and recovered gradually after a few months. Judging from the examples of previous years, those who can survive will not get madness again.

To hand over such a large property of the Yan family to future generations, we must choose a safe person, lest the head of the family goes crazy within two years of taking office and become leaderless and bring down the entire Yan family. Currently, there is only one candidate for this choice, Yan Ge.

But Yan Ge was born as a concubine and was not trained in this area at all when he was a child. After learning some martial arts, he went to the city to find a job as a head catcher.

After being taken seriously, Yan Ge was originally obedient, but after his biological mother fell ill, no one said anything anymore. Instead of helping to take care of the shaky family business, he wandered around outside all day long, looking for a cure.

Yan Sanjie was afraid of forcing his son, his only safe point, into trouble, so he didn't even dare to say harsh words. How could he not have any objections in his heart?

There was a heavy wind and snow outside, and even if I had some kung fu skills, I couldn't stand standing for a long time.

Song Fu knew that Yan Sanjie had sent a letter to Duke Wang Guogong in the capital, and asked him to invite a serious immortal master to come over. He said that he would arrive today, but depending on the situation, he would not be able to come today, so he said:

"Third Master, go in and talk. If your body breaks down again, the family will really not pay attention to it."

"Wait a minute...is there someone there?"

"Huh?...It seems like he is really a person..."

Song Fu looked in the direction pointed by Yan Sanjie, and saw a black spot on the distant mountain, crossing the ridge. He walked down the winding mountain road. He couldn't see it clearly through the wind and snow, but he could roughly tell that he was wearing a robe. .

Seeing this, the two people quickly walked down the steps, looked up, and waited quietly.

The person who came here obviously had some real skills. He was still two miles away, but in the blink of an eye, the figure arrived at Yanjiazhuang.

Yan Sanjie raised his eyes and took a closer look, only to see that the person who came was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a fly whisk resting on his wrist, a Ziwu crown on his head, his hair was gray, but his skin was rosy and without any wrinkles, and his eyes were bright and bright, as if he had two words in his mouth. Bare.

When the two of them saw this scene, they knew that they were coming from a real master; not to mention the aura of the immortal Taoist, just by wearing single clothes in the ice and snow, they could tell that this Taoist practice was extraordinary.

Yan Sanjie looked solemn, stepped forward and bowed his hands in a Jianghu salute:

"Is the Immortal Chief Yun Taoist Priest of Yufeng Cliff?"

The man in Taoist robes walked to the vermilion gate with an easy-going attitude:

"The Taoist's surname is not Yun, but he has been cultivating in Yufeng Mountain all year round. There are many clouded leopards there, so his fellow Taoist gave him the nickname 'Taoist Clouded Leopard'. Mr. Yan is quite famous in Caiyi Country, so he calls me Taoist Clouded Leopard." Can."

"Alas, I can't live up to the title of 'Third Master'. The official letter of the Kingdom says that Taoist Master Yun is profound in Taoism and is good at exorcising ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. He and the emperor of our court have discussed Taoism on the same stage. I can invite the Taoist Master here. It is already a blessing gained from the past life..."

"It's just Mr. Wang Guo's false praise. I just learned Taoism in Fulong Mountain in the south for a few years. I haven't learned any great supernatural powers. I only know a few tricks. How can I be as powerful as Mr. Wang Guo said..."

Song Fu stood behind the two of them and felt much more at ease after hearing this conversation. Although he has never entered the spiritual path, he has traveled a lot in the world and has a good eye for seeing people.

Those who regard themselves as immortal masters when meeting others and claim that they have magical powers and divine powers are definitely charlatans, just like those who are eating and drinking at home.

People who are truly capable will feel their own insignificance the higher they stand, so they tend to be more humble and low-key. Although the Taoist Master Yunbao in front of me does not know how high he is, he can tell just by looking at his demeanor that he is insignificant. Where to go.

As he spoke, Yan Sanjie welcomed Taoist Yunbao into his home. He didn't even have time to hold a reception banquet, so he took him directly to a courtyard in the east house.

The courtyard was guarded by guards, and it was quite clean, but the doors were all hung with chains, and there was only a small opening in the window for food.

As soon as the three of them walked into the yard, they could hear chaotic noises and cries coming from four or five houses, some of which were extremely ferocious, and some of which were heartbreaking.

"Don't come over..."

"Knife! Knife, give me the knife..."

…

After Yan Sanjie walked into the courtyard, his originally straight waist involuntarily bent a little, and he could see sourness in his eyes. He wanted to speak, but he only let out a soft sigh.

Taoist Yunbao frowned and looked around for a week:

"Who are these patients?"

"They are all my sons, the eldest, the third, the fourth, the seventh...the eldest has been crazy for ten years, and the third and fourth have gone crazy together..."

Yan Sanjie pointed at each other one by one, his lips were trembling. In the end, he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, and he knelt down on the ground with his hands in his hands:

"Taoist Priest, I, Yan Sanjie, really have no choice. As long as you can save one or two, my Yan family will go bankrupt..."

"Hey!"

Taoist Yunbao raised his hand in vain and helped Yan Sanjie up from the air. This mysterious method made Yan Sanjie, who was a little excited, so shocked that he stopped talking.

"Let's look at the patient's condition first. There are too many ghosts and monsters in the world, and Xiaodao can't guarantee that they can be cured. As for the incense money, to be honest, how many fairy coins can your Yan family make up after their entire family is ruined? This time I came here purely to return the kingdom. Please remember the favor of Duke Wang."

Taoist Yunbao walked to the window of a house, lowered his head and glanced inside, then took out a Sanqing Bell from the sleeve of his Taoist robe and shook it in his hand.

jingle

The faint sound of the copper bells echoed in the courtyard, and the howling in the room calmed down at the same time.

Yan Sanjie and Song Fu looked overjoyed, but could not speak out.

Taoist Yunbao shook his bell and asked at the window:

"Master Yan, what did you see?"

Soon, Yan Sanjie, who had not spoken to his son for many years, heard vague words coming from the room:

"Gourd...gourd..."

……——

At dusk, Changning City.

The buildings and alleys were covered in silver, and four horses were walking slowly on the street, two in front and two behind, talking softly, and came from between the two leaders:

"...My eldest brother is highly respected by my father. After the accident, there was no successor in the family. My father wanted me to take over, but I don't have the ability... This crazy disease kills people, and my mother can't even recognize me. …”

"...Brother Yan has suffered from madness before. Can you remember how you felt when you got sick?"

"I couldn't remember, so I felt dizzy. When I woke up, it would be a few months later. My mother was crying next to me..."

There were so many bitter things about the Yan family that Yan Ge couldn't stop talking about it and basically told the story of everyone in the family.

Zuo Lingquan was listening at first, but when he saw that it was getting dark and Yan Ge was hungry as an ordinary person, he went out and listened on the street while looking for a place to stay.

After Yan Ge's narration, Zuo Lingquan had a rough understanding of the situation in Yangshan, but based on his experience, it was difficult to determine where the problem lay.

The same was true for Xie Qiutao. She had been listening in the back. She compared the conditions of being possessed by an evil spirit, a mutilated soul, and even a raging plague. She didn't feel like it. She asked Shangguan Lingye secretly, but Shangguan Lingye couldn't figure it out either.

Practitioners never believe in heresy. Even if it is about ghosts and gods, they have to find a causal explanation. When encountering such unclear things, they naturally have to find out the result.

Although Zuo Lingquan has not yet agreed to Yan Ge, he has secretly discussed with several girls to go to Yangshan to have a look.

Under the falling snow at dusk, Zuo Lingquan led the horse and walked side by side with Yan Ge, talking about the situation in Yangshan. Unknowingly, he walked outside the small street where he came from. A strong aroma of wine floated deep in the street. Come over.

Yan Ge ran for a whole day without getting any water, and was already hungry. He couldn't walk when he smelled the smell of wine and meat. He raised his hand and gestured to the street:

"Zuo Shaoxia and the two girls haven't eaten, right? There is an old tavern here. The food is average but the wine is really delicious. I have to come here every time I come to the capital. You have come all the way, and I don't think you have ever drank here. "How about I be the host and invite Mr. Zuo and the two girls to try the wine?"

Zuo Lingquan smelled the aroma of wine when he came over. Naturally, he did not refuse and walked into the small street with Yan Ge.

The snow was so heavy that the snow on the small street was knee-deep. The drinkers coming in and out dragged a long groove in the snow to a small tavern in the middle of the street.

The tavern was very clean inside and out, and it didn't look old. However, there was an old plaque hanging on the door that was quite old. The whole place was blackened by wind and rain, and only the words 'Feng Siniang' could be vaguely seen.

Tang Jingxuan liked his small wine shop very much. He thought he had met a colleague in this foreign country, and wanted to remind Zuo Lingquan to be careful. He didn't take a few sips of wine before he went to seduce a coquettish wine girl.

But when they walked outside the steps of the tavern, they found that there were no women in the tavern, only a few drinkers and a Chinese-haired old man wearing old clothes.

The old man didn't seem to pay much attention to dressing up. His hair was pulled up casually and pinned on his head with a wooden stick, and a few hairs were hanging down. He was wearing a thick gray coat with a washed white robe underneath. He was standing next to the counter, holding a hand in one hand. With a cigarette stick and a spoon in one hand, he poured fried peanuts onto the plate without even raising an eyebrow when the guests came in.

"grumble?"

Tuanzi, who was hiding in Tang Jingxuan's arms to keep warm, was very dissatisfied when he saw this. He looked at Tang Jingxuan, probably meaning "How dare you come out to do business like this?", but unfortunately he was immediately pushed back by Tang Jingxun.

Xie Qiutao frowned secretly when he saw such a bad old man.

Yan Ge seemed to be used to this, and greeted him after entering the door;

"Shopkeeper Zheng, long time no see."

Shopkeeper Zheng, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, did not look back, but his words were warm:

"Yan Captou, please find a place to sit casually. I'm talking about you having a drink at the beginning of the year. Halfway through the meal, you were busy with business and forgot to pay for a plate of peanuts..."

"Shopkeeper Zheng still has such a good memory. Didn't I come here to pay the bill? I also brought a few friends with me. Don't hide the best wine. If these friends of mine come back disappointed, they will cause trouble for you... …”

Shopkeeper Zheng looked back, as if he was used to seeing people coming and going, so he turned around and went to the stove, holding a tobacco pole to warm the wine with one hand.

Although his attitude was not very good, Tang Jingxun could tell that this old man had been running an old shop for a long time, and he was very experienced in filling the wine bottles. The weights in the four wine bottles were exactly the same, and there was probably not one drop more or less.

Zuo Lingquan sat down at the wine table next to the stove. He was quite curious about this place and asked:

"Shopkeeper, why is this store called 'Feng Siniang'?"

Shopkeeper Zheng must have heard this question many times and said casually:

"I can't bear this name. How could you young people be so curious as to come in and see what's going on?"

"...?"

Zuo Lingquan was speechless for a moment.

Yan Ge, who was warming himself by the stove, smiled and said:

"Don't listen to shopkeeper Zheng's nonsense. I asked him when I first came here, and that's not what he said. Shopkeeper Zheng, I'll talk to a few friends. Do you have any objections?"

Shopkeeper Zheng blew out a smoke ring and stopped talking to Yan Ge.

Yan Ge was quite interested and said seriously from the side:

"Don't underestimate Shopkeeper Zheng. He was a businessman back then, but unfortunately he never became famous. He almost starved to death in the winter. Fortunately, when he was at his lowest point, he met a young lady whose family owned a tavern. Shopkeeper Zheng took a look and said, Ouch! You are beautiful and your family is rich. If you are trying to flatter yourself, why are you running around..."

Boom

Shopkeeper Zheng brought the peanuts and placed them heavily on the table, interrupting Yan Ge's words:

"What nonsense, am I telling you this?"

"That's pretty much what it means..."

…

Tang Jingxun and Xie Qiutao were obviously very interested in this story. When their words were interrupted, Xie Qiutao interrupted:

"What's the result? Which lady didn't Shopkeeper Zheng fall in love with?"

Shopkeeper Zheng sat down on the stool next to the stove and gestured to the tavern with his eyes:

"If you don't flatter me, why am I sitting here as the shopkeeper? But it's not as bad as this guy said. At that time, I was a famous young knight from all over the country. Like this little brother, I loved playing swordsmanship."

"oh?"

Zuo Lingquan was slightly surprised. He looked at Shopkeeper Zheng's hands, but he didn't see the calluses left by holding swords for many years.

"My little brother doesn't look like an embroidered pillow. I haven't touched a sword in decades, so I can't see anything. In fact, I didn't practice much back then. I relied on some martial arts to make peace with others...

"But the world is bigger than you think, and other people's abilities are also higher than you think. With a chivalrous heart, you go around doing chivalry and righteousness, thinking that God is on your side and nothing will happen to you, but in God's heart There is no chivalry, and everyone is treated equally. This kind of foolish young man is most likely to die in the middle of the road.

"That's how I was back then. I didn't think there was a big dragon hiding in the streets, so I just passed by with my sword in hand. Then I met a trainer who broke one of my legs with just three punches and two kicks. An arm was left in the alley to die.

"The weather at that time was similar to what it is outside now. When I was about to freeze to death, my later wife picked her up and recovered her injuries. I owed a lot of debt, so I worked as a laborer to pay off the money, and I still have to pay it back. He became the shopkeeper..."

…

Zuo Lingquan listened quietly. He wanted to ask where the boss lady had gone, but when he saw the age of Zheng, he thought that she might have died, so he didn't ask.

Zheng talked for a while, and when he saw that the few people didn't listen to the advice of these experienced people, he stopped talking.

After the wine was warmed up, Zheng put the wine on the table and said:

"Captain Yan, how is the matter you ran away at the beginning of the year?"

"Alas, I still have no clue..."

"I have heard of this evil thing. You have to ask the real gods to help. You run around the streets all day long, what can you get out of it?"

"If you can't find the gods, you would have gone long ago."

"A few days ago, a table of guests came and said that there was a villa in the west. An old item was dug out and many outsiders came to buy it. I guess something good was dug out and those gods noticed it. You go there and look for it. Maybe you can find a god..."

Zuo Lingquan was pouring wine. When he heard this, he was a little surprised.

Xie Qiutao was obviously very interested and asked:

"What did you dig?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a small tower. It is said that it can glow and is colorful. I don't know whether it is true or not..."

The magic weapon that can emit five-color light means that all five elements are complete. It is not a fairy weapon but a top-grade magic weapon.

Xie Qiutao was a little surprised. She blinked and looked at Zuo Lingquan, obviously asking if he wanted to go over and take a look.

Zuo Lingquan was naturally interested, but Yan Ge's family was almost wiped out. He showed up and asked about the situation for a long time, and then turned around and ran to find an irrelevant opportunity magic weapon. It felt inappropriate.

Things came one after another, and Zuo Lingquan was not the type to be led by chance, so he shook his head secretly, indicating that he should go to Yan's house nearby to take a look first...