MTL - Dinghai Fusheng Records-Chapter 8 I don’t think he wants to be your protector when you travel.

Early morning, Maicheng.

"The corpse has changed -!" Someone panicked and rushed over and said, "In the government, the dead man has changed!"

"Don't make a fortune!" The officers and men stopped at the gate of Maicheng City and dealt with the surging people. They shouted, "Go back! Nothing! It's all rumors! Rumor!"

In the official government, the county magistrate and a number of clerical orders, together with the local generals, watched the living corps of the Jin army officers and soldiers detained in the cage.

The living body dragged the chain, his eyes were turbid, and he struggled in a large iron cage.

"You must speed up this monster..." County Lili calmed down, "Come to Jiankang, and return to the court..."

Maicheng County Gong Cao said: "Adult, foolish thought..."

"This thing can't be suppressed!" The county returned to God and shouted, "Yiyang is defeated, and the people who died in battle are worth 100,000. If you change the number of corpses, you can live more and more, can you fight with the dead?! Escorted on the road! Please ask the court to make decisions!"

In the northwest of Longzhong Mountain, at the mouth of the mountain.

The dog waited for a night in the same place, ran all the way, and swayed toward Chen Xing. The three stopped temporarily and found a place to sit at the end of the plank road. Feng Qianxi went to retrieve the previously escaped horses. Fortunately, he did not run far. The item brings his own horse. Standing on the plank road, sinking into the mountains.

Feng Qianxi exchanged news with the two people. It turned out that the Jin army knew the situation of Longzhongshan. After all, the people who had escaped from the mountain village in the near future had wanted to go to Fuyang City to report to the official, but they had to turn to Maicheng. Due to the rumor that the Qin army will attack the city in a big way, the Maicheng officially has a string that is tightly stretched. For fear that it is the enemy’s voice to the west, and the people can’t say it clearly, they will temporarily suppress it.

"Exactly," Feng said, "It was just forty-nine days until last night."

The item is back to the two, and there is no interruption.

"Do you want something to eat?" Chen Xing took the initiative to say hello to Xiang.

The item only ignores it. Chen Xing has been thinking for a long time and replied: "There are reasons for the number of 'seven's. But you should not take them over!"

Feng Qianxi replied: "I stopped it, it didn't work."

When the horse carried the dead body of the Jin soldiers and returned to Maicheng, the people finally panicked. The county officials saw that the officers and men who had been sent to inquire about the news had not returned for two days. Now they saw the body, knowing that they can no longer be slow, and quickly sent another The team entered the Longzhong Mountain overnight. As the head captain had known the location of the mausoleum from the previous news, Feng Qianxi wanted to come alone to assist Chen Xing, and he tried to persevere, but he had to follow.

The result was that all the soldiers of the Jinjun army had lost their jobs. After removing the mysterious man in black, the story was fired and the body was burned clean.

Now Chen Xing’s only concern is that Sima Yi, dressed in black, has turned into a black fire meteor at the last moment. The inside story must be quite complicated. I don’t know where the land of China is. Someone must be plotting something. And they did not have a clue about this.

Nearly a hundred years ago, the successors of the Dajin dynasty were incompetent, and the eight princes Wang Qibing competed for the emperor, causing the Central Plains to be trapped in the war. In the civil war, the Han people attacked each other, causing serious internal friction, resulting in emptiness and hunger in the five customs. There are only tens of thousands of people who can fight, and the Xiongnu is taking advantage of the south, the Guanzhong fall, and the Han people dressing south, becoming the pattern of the Han and Hu Nanbei divisions.

According to historical records, Sima Yi of the King of Chu was only 21 years old when he died. He was tall and majestic and had a good face. He was executed because of the "correction", that is, the sacred sacred sacred sect of the sect of the sect. In Fengjie, Jingchulong, Zhongshan is a feng shui treasure.

"Title, do you know what?" Chen Xing now feels that this series of ridiculous strange things is second, the identity and motivation of the item is the most concerned about him.

Xiang Shuyi, Chen Xing, did not pay attention to him. He replied: "I just want to go to Chang'an, and the road is too busy."

Chen Xing curiously asked: "What are you going to Changan?"

Perhaps it was the last night that the three people died together, and the gap was slightly removed. Perhaps it was Chen Xing’s heart lamp that proved that he was indeed an exorcist who was replaced by a fake. The attitude of Xiang Shuo had a marked improvement.

The story is looking at the mask in his hand. As soon as he turned to Chen Xing, Chen Xing subconsciously leaned against Feng Qianxi.

"You don't bully me!" Chen Xing was a little afraid of the story, and said with a hard scalp.

"Hey!" Feng Qianxi is also a little afraid of the story, after all, he can't beat him, but also bluntly said, "Don't bully Chen Xing's brother, others haven't provoked you to provoke you."

"I didn't provoke me? You Han people are indiscriminate, and the swindlers will lie to me from Jinzhou to Jiangdong, and shut it down now." Xiang Shu wrote down, "If it is not the city of Fuyang, now I have become a bottling corpse, hug Let me be grateful to you, or save the province."

When Chen Xing heard this, he was angry and said, "I don't know what happened to you! And I didn't save you? How can I make you grateful to me? I ask you, are you? Do not believe what I said before? Then you believe now?"

"You are a Huren?" Feng Qianxi looked at the face of the story, and immediately slammed the latter half of the sentence "not like". Guess the item does not like being questioned by oneself, busy, "Speak a word! Don't do it!" Hurry and hit a round again, saying: "Well, since you are going to Changan, you will go on the road together."

There is not much to say about the item, turning over the horse and sticking to the horse's belly. It has already gone far. Chen Xing dry food half, busy said: "Wait! You have not told me that you go to Chang'an to do ..." had to put the dog next to the saddle bag, Feng Qiang to pack things, and immediately.

The story keeps a distance from them. When the horse is in the front, Chen Xing and Feng Qianxi are behind more than ten feet. When the horses are in parallel, the two are still whispering.

"Your protection does not look like a bad person," Feng said. "Believe me, he won't take a sword and yell at you."

"Yes, he will only take money to marry me." Chen Xing said.

"That gold ingot, I tried my skill." Feng Qianxi said, "At that time, he has found that I am behind you. If you don't hide, you won't really miss you."

"That is really grateful to him for his mercy." Chen Xing did not agree, thinking that this person is a bastard, but also grabbed me.

Chen Xing’s brow was deeply locked, and he observed the story not far from the front. He said to Feng Qiang: “What did he go to Chang’an?”

"Looking for a tribe." Feng Qianxi said, "Is this not obvious? The Hu people are in the north, and Chang'an is the site of the Qin Emperor..."

Chen Xing suddenly remembered the sentence on the list published by Zhu Xu, "Guessing is a military officer." Perhaps it is the valuables that were collected when the item was caught, and the inference derived from it? Who is he? 100 long? Campus? The position where you can sit at the age of twenty is not too high, it is impossible to be a general.

Feng Qianxi: "However, I don't think he wants to be your guardian."

Chen Xing is boring: "I have already felt it."

Chen Xing wanted to come and think of it, and he remembered the body of Sima Yi, which was turned into a black fire. The direction of the flight was northwest. It happens to be Chang'an's position, but farther northwest, there are places like Liangzhou. There must be a huge force behind the black masked man. At this time, I don’t know where I am hiding, what conspiracy to do... They will resurrect a body that has been transformed into a skeleton nearly a hundred years ago, what to do with it. ?

The power of the heart lamp has disappeared for more than three hundred years with the return of the law. Is it because of this power hidden in the hidden place? Chen Xing frowned on the road, and then looked up at the item in front. The explanation of Xiang’s explanation was just that the road was too busy, but Chen Xing always felt that he seemed to know something.

But since you know, don’t you talk about it seriously? Chen Xing is simply confused. Fortunately, Xiang Shuzhen is indeed speculated by Feng Qianxi, and they have not been troubled along the way. Looking for a journey to the northwest, there are shops and shops, and when you are in the wilderness, you will be sleeping in the wild.

After years of war, Jingbei to Hanzhong was robbed many times. It has already been ten rooms and nine empty spaces. When no shop can be found, the three people can only spend the night in the abandoned house without roof. Chen Xing looks at the stars in the sky and pulls hands. On the first few days, my birthday is in late autumn in October. There are still less than three years and eight months left, and then I will find the site of Chang'an Exorcism Department as soon as possible, hoping to find the reason for the return of the law.

The best result is to use all of the rest of my life to find the mana force that has disappeared in the past few years, and then pass down the exorcism, and the Japanese can cope with the emergence of the demon. Unexpectedly, a wave of unrest, a wave of up again, born out of thin air and the black people's twists and turns. And there is no clue. The more I want to make this thing, the more I cann't make it irritating, and I have to turn around and go out.

Under the moonlight, I saw the item in a small stream in the village after the run-down. Wearing a pair of trousers and rubbing the body with cold water, Chen Xing glanced at it and walked to the stream. The story did not avoid him, so he stood.

When he was rescued from prison, the item was not so thin, but now it has recovered almost ten days. The moonlight shines on his wet shoulders as if he had plated a layer of silver.

"You are much better than before," said Chen Xing.

The skin is fair and white, and the muscles are thin and not exaggerated after being raised. The lines are like water. When the red strips stand, they are not like a Hu people, but they have a gentle air. This is the standard figure of the scribes without wearing clothes. Chen Xing only feels very strange.

Along the way, Xiang Shuo occasionally took the dry food that Chen Xing gave him, but never gave food to Feng Qianxi. When the camp is retired, the story will go out hunting from time to time, sometimes with a deer, sometimes a wild goat. He has to eat a lot of meat, and it is because of this that the body recovers quickly.

"What are you going to do in Chang'an?" When the two men were opposite, Xiang Shu finally took the initiative to say something to Chen Xing.

"Working." Chen Xing sat on the stone beside the stream and replied, "I am an exorcist, I have my responsibility."

The story went to the shore, put on a single coat, tied and tied with both hands, tightened, white lining out a broad shoulder line, vaguely with a restrained sense of restraint.

"Discuss," said Chen Xing. "Is this law-protection, are you making up your mind?"

The expression of the brow was raised.

Chen Xing explained to him that historically, the exorcist was surrounded by a "protective law" position, in order to protect the exorcist from collecting demon and demon, without interference. The great exorcist who sits in the General Administration of the People's Republic of China has a resounding name called "Wu Shen".

Now the exorcist under the whole day, only Chen Xing is left. Naturally, he is also the "big exorcist". As for the **** of martial arts, the heart lamp has pointed out the protection of the law for him. Chen Xing has no choice. Right, I want to explain another spell, Shenzhou...

"Look for someone else to go." Xiang Shu said casually, "You save my life, I save your life, and even."

Xiang Shuo saved Chen Xing more than once, especially in front of the Tomb of the King of Chu, Chen Xing was mad, and if it was not a quick shot, he would almost be burned to death. Although it is not necessarily that black fire does not burn, but this is not the law to protect it?

Chen Xing is not angry when he listens to this. In fact, for a person who has not had much time and can only live for three years and eight months, many things will not cause any excitement to him. At most, it is a bit uncomfortable.

“Yes.” Chen Xing witnessed the back of Xiang Shu’s departure and said, “I didn’t have much hope, but I’m so respectful of your thoughts. Since we refused, we will return to the bridge and return to the road after we arrive in Chang’an.”

The item went away, and the remaining Chen Xing face the stream, very embarrassing. He has a lot of words that have not yet come to explain the explanations, including the relationship between the exorcist and the law. Also included in the era when the exorcist was prosperous more than three hundred years ago, the law of protection was accompanied by the exorcist and born and died.

On the way from Chenshan, Chen Xing once thought about the appearance and temper of this law-protection, and how to explain to him after meeting, at least some people stayed with him for the rest of the four years. Dare to think, at least not lonely.

The luck of the old star solved all the problems for him, but it has no effect on the matter of the story, or perhaps this problem related to the heart lamp and the air transport of China, even the old star can do nothing.

Chen Xing was full of expectations at the beginning. He planned to entrust him for the remaining four years. He hoped that he would gradually turn into disappointment. He took a lot of words and wanted to explain the explanations. What can he say? The item does not care at all, does not care, and is too lazy to care for him.

What should I do next? Change one? Can the heart light change for me? This is not to talk about love, say change. Chen Xingben wanted to distract the troubles of his heart, and the result was even more troublesome. He had to go back to the room to sleep, and he couldn’t sleep for a while. He wanted to come and think, only one thought:

It is the fault of this bastard.

A few days later, Chen Xing simply did not talk to the subject. In the night, Feng Qianxi knew that he was going out in the middle of the night and did not ask much. The popular villages along the way have gradually become more and more, the spring comes to the birds and flowers, the lodging is easier, and the silver and copper coins have a place to circulate. The three men passed through Wuguan, and there was an instrument issued by Maicheng. Chen Xing took both of them through. After a few days, I arrived in Chang'an City.

After more than a hundred years of war, Chang'an has been robbed and burned every time he changes his master. However, since the city that was named as Beijing in the past, it has stood in the west of Shenzhou, surrounded by the Eight Rivers. The ancient city of the ages is like a giant tree that nourishes the earth. It shows amazing vitality in the burning and destruction again and again. It is lush, singing and dancing, and it is full of prosperity.

The front line of Guanzhong and even the fierce battle with the south is full of fire. Chang'an is a flat, even if it is ten miles away, it is a disaster-stricken person who died of starvation and death on the roadside and in the wilderness. The walls of Chang'an are blocked by the plague. It blocked hunger and blocked the disaster and the war.

Also blocked the death.

Like an oasis in the desert, it is a world.

Jinbi's big house is flying, and the tile roof is adjacent. The brilliant Weiyang Palace is purple and the east is coming. The palace has already changed its owner. When the flowering of Shanglinyuan was in the spring, it was very bright.

Hu Renfang walks the horse fighting chicken, the people laugh and laugh, the Han and Han mixed, the high nose and deep Hu people come and go, regardless of Han Hu, all the clothing is glamorous, proverbs, proverbs, Xianbei, Tiele, Huns Endless. The goods on the market are dazzling, and the readers are covered with blue towels.

When I came to Chang'an last time, when I was five years old, the memory of Chang'an was already blurred. Now, when I saw this scene, Chen Xing suddenly had a taste that could not be said.

"When Jian Jian is a famous Hu emperor, he will also manage Changan well." Chen Xing was sour.

He and Feng Qianxi, Xiang Shu three-way road for nearly half a month, a servant, into Chang'an like a dumpling. The item is still the hunter suit, but instead of paying attention to it, I look at a group of Hu people on the street not far from the side, as if I heard the local accent, and was drawn attention.

Feng Qianxi said: "Yes, I think it will be for the time being."

The three men put a bowl of noodles on the noodle stalls in Chang'an City Street, which was used as a temporary travel companion. After dinner, Chen Xingchao asked the people, Feng Qianxi went to pay the money and said: "Since I arrived in Chang'an, I wouldn't look better..."

Said, Feng Qianxi is a little embarrassed, look at Chen Xing, ask: "Either you go to the big brother to stay for two days?"

Chen Xing knows that Feng Qiang’s words are polite. Although they care for each other on the road, they are just meeting each other. They are busy: "Don’t bother Feng brother, I have to go there. I just heard it. He did come in Changan, just come to Changan to go to an old man. Friend. You helped me with the puppy for a while, I am not taking care of it for the time being."

"That line." Feng Qiang took the dog away and said cheerfully, "I have a letter to the city of Songbai, and it seems that I have to live in Chang'an for some time."

As for the item, Feng Qianxi did not ask him, only whistling to him, saying: "Tianchi will give it to you."

When Chen Xingxin wanted to shut him down, Feng Qianxi put on a fight and walked into the city street with his sleeves and disappeared into the crowd.