Chapter 420： Weijiacun

Weijiacun

Clouds shrouded, snowflakes fell from time to time, and the night was dim. The village entrance was guarded by Cun Yong, hovering on the wall, lighting a torch, and brightening the surroundings.

Below, Fang Yongjie's wife was wrapped in thick clothes, waiting in the winter wind.

"call"

A breeze of cold wind came in with snowflakes, and his face became sore and red. His wife shivered, her hands were tight, and her joints were a little white.

The steward felt a chill, and quickly persuaded, "Ma'am, go in and bake the fire. The son suddenly fell ill. Madam, you can't fall ill again."

"It's okay, Zhenjun is about to start. I'm waiting at the door, and it seems my sincerity."

She said this, choking, her eyes red and tears falling, holding back, closing her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

The happy days are not long, and the blink of an eye has become what it is today. The husband is ill, just as the pillars and pillars have collapsed. Anyone can fall, she cannot fall.

"咚, 咚" came a dense horseshoe sound in the distance, breaking the peace.

"Who?" The man on the wall watched with vigilance. In the snow and snow in the distance, an iron rode to the wind, and a wind whipped up. The guard couldn't help but stunned, and looked away. In front of it, a team of detectives whistled and did not enter the village. They kept running around to see the situation and some people ran back.

Soon, most of them came rolling, the flag was raised, and it looked like there were about four hundred riders, three hundred were real iron riders, and one hundred were Taoist officials in Taoist uniforms. At this time, they were in an array, exuding impressiveness. There was no noise in the entire army.

The first person was Pei Ziyun. Although it didn't seem to have changed much since the last time he saw it, he naturally brought his magnificence.

"It's Zhenjun here, ma'am, can't you open the door?"

Someone asked in a low voice, and a surprise appeared on his wife's face, yelling: "This is to save the husband, how can you not open the door?"

Besides, with this soldier, the village couldn't resist, and the gate opened.

Pei Ziyun arrived at the village, immediately jumped down, and saw Fang Yongjie's wife at first sight.

"Zhenjun, you're finally here, the husband is saved." The wife said so, her face was agitated, and she covered her face and cried: "If you don't come again, he can't stand it."

Pei Ziyun listened, his heart sank: "Take me to see."

Then he turned to his soldiers and said, "Take your horses in and set up camp to rest."

"Please follow me." The steward stepped forward and said, "Your subordinates, I dare not say, hot rice and hot quilt both."

Pei Ziyun stepped in, and the captain of the soldiers didn't answer. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen soldiers rushed in, dispersedly standing quietly listening to the call, and an instant of murderousness, a snowstorm struck, and the housekeeper shivered.

Pei Ziyun smiled: "Don't worry, other people can arrange hot meals and accommodations. These relatives are rules. I don't like to be polite, but as a military general, these people can't leave for a while-the son of thousands of gold, sit Aren't you dying! "

"You don't have to arrange food for my relatives. They won't use it. Just take me in and see your young master." He just ordered the housekeeper to enter, and the Spurs made a tinkling metal sound in the corridor. Alas, when I saw a small courtyard, the courtyard was all bamboo, and when I entered the door, I smelled a strong scent of medicine, and settled on the couch, Fang Yongjie lay down, described as withered, pale, his eyes sunken, and dying.

In the room, Fang's wife accompanied him, saluted again, and said, "Fu Jun, Zhen Jun is here."

"Zhenjun, please come back to see me from the army." Fang Yongjie opened his eyes, his eyes were dim, and his throat was hoarse. When he was about to speak, something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and tears could not help falling: "I have such a confidant, Even in the unlikely event that I entrust my wife and children to you, I feel at ease. "

In front of Yongjie, although once weak, he was personable and more temperamental, but now he is getting thinner and paler.

Pei Ziyun took a slow breath and was silent for a moment. The life of a mortal is so fragile, old and sick, and once something happens, he can't help himself immediately, and sighs.

"Zhenjun, the original body is gradually recovering, but the child was just born, and something went wrong right away. Was my life blessed ..." Speaking of which, her tears flowed from her cheeks, lying down Fang Yongjie also choked and trembled.

"You go first, I have something to say privately." Pei Ziyun looked at Fang's wife and said, Fang's wife stayed a moment, with doubt on her face.

"You go out first." Fang Yongjie looked at his wife, showing nostalgia, more worried, and waved his hands.

"Fu Jun." Fang's worried husband on the bed, gritted his teeth, glanced out before going out, and then slowly went out, watching his wife go out, Fang Yongjie was ashamed: "True Jun, is it my life? Anymore? "

"No." Pei Ziyun said, stretched out his hands and frowned for a long time. The body had dried up. With the opening of the central dragon vein, he was nourished, gradually getting better, and looking forward to longevity. But now, this part of the central dragon vein Discontinued, even drawing.

"Someone has plundered your vitality and luck." Pei Ziyun said coldly.

Fang Yongjie had previously been taken away from his roots, and did not expect such a thing to happen again.

"Why did you find me? I have given up my blessings." Fang Yongjie asked with closed eyes and said quietly: "I just want to live with my wife and children for a longer time ..."

"Because you have a blessing and a more blessed source, but you have no strength to protect it, it has become your source of tragedy. Someone will keep finding it. Today is it, tomorrow may be someone else."

"Zhenjun, tell me, what is it?" Fang Yongjie looked pale and looked with gloomy eyes.

"Dragon Vein!"

"Longmai!" Fang Yongjie's eyes lighted up instantly. He was the son of Weifang Fanghao, and he knew this. If the true dragon veins were to die, the child would inherit some of them and be rich in the future.

Pei Ziyun naturally knew what he was thinking, and smiled: "It is the dragon vein, but it is the dragon vein of monasticism. You are not a large proportion, and you are not a monk, so it only has the effect of extending your life. If you change to a Taoist, you may achieve Yin God. . "

All this is telling the truth, Fang Yongjie's current ratio is a bit difficult to become a fairy.

After Pei Ziyun finished speaking, Fang Yongjie froze and then meditated. I didn't know how long before he laughed bitterly: "It turned out to be this way, can't I pass it on to my children and grandchildren?"

"Xian Mai is a lone husband, that is to say, if one were to enlighten a person, even if they die, they also have a soul. How can they be inherited from generation to generation?"

"If so, who in the past Taoist would not pass it on to their children and grandchildren, would they still accept their disciples?" Pei Ziyun said for a moment. The most ridiculous thing in the world is that some people believe that Taoists should naturally accept their disciples and give their families to their daughters and granddaughters.

It turned out that the first Taoist teacher in the world was hereditary, and even after that, more than half of the temples of descendants were passed down.

In this world, if the immortals could be passed directly to their children and grandchildren, they would have been hereditary.

Fang Yongjie listened for a moment, and immediately understood, and smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be this way, that someone was snooping on my veins, taking my roots and trying to take my blessing."

"Zhenjun, you have a lot of power. Maybe there is a way?"

Pei Ziyun shook his head: "The husband is innocent and guilty of guilt. Your biggest problem is that you do n’t have a path, and now it ’s too late to protect yourself."

"This kind of power is weak and cannot be broken." In fact, to be honest, if Fang Yongjie is more concerned, he will think that this may be Pei Ziyun's yelling and grabbing the thief, but this is meaningless in the current strength.

As long as Pei Ziyun waits for a few more days or ten days, Fang Yongjie himself dies. When he dies, he can grab it with a few hands and feet, and it is simpler and less laborious. Now he said in advance, just to be a little bit more affectionate with each other.

It depends if Fang Yongjie can think of it.

Fang Yongjie was a very clever person. After listening, his eyes moved and stopped on the bronze candlestick. This is because the child was born, but the new casting, which was meant to be festive, took a long time to get up and worshiped on the couch: "Zhenjun My life was miserable, my father was killed, and he was taken away from his bones. He was too weak to have children, and I got help from Zhenjun ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Life just got better. I did n’t expect anyone to take it. "

"I can't stand the immortal dragon veins. Can Zhenjun have a way to peel off the transfer?"

"Yes, but you are the son of Destiny. If you die, you will live. You must be willing to transfer." Pei Ziyun said, in fact, if it is not for its own plum blossoms, or if the opponent is a demon from another world, all of them are out of this world. The conventional means, otherwise, are willing and cannot be transferred.

Otherwise, just hold the Taoist and force the transfer, won't it?

"What kind of son of destiny am I?" Fang Yongjie smiled bitterly, with a trace of hatred and kindness, and said weakly: "Now I just want to live well and raise the child with my wife. I would like to take it, Zhenjun."

With that said, worry hesitated for a moment: "Zhenjun, me, can I recover?"

Pei Ziyun nodded: "Yes!"

Even if you can't, you can do it by watching the transfer of authority to yourself, and then, with a wave of your hand, "Where are you, the Department of Road Records? Arrange the map immediately."

"Yes!" Someone came in immediately and took up the hall. Then, the three hundred soldiers who had used their meals stepped in, wearing armor, and the longbow bow flashed coldly.

"Pass me the order, whoever dares to break free, let alone kill." Pei Ziyun said coldly, he was not immoral, no matter what, Fang Yongjie's remaining authority must be in his own hands.

"Yes!" The school captain was very young. He listened to the command and raised his eyebrows, revealing the coldness and murderousness. Then he ordered repeatedly that all angles in the courtyard were under the cold crossbow, holding the cold knife handle by himself. Check the defenses one by one.

As for the intruders, they were in a team of Rugao in person and Tianzijian, let alone Li Min, even the prefectural prefecture broke in and killed them first.

Looking at the scene, Fang Yongjie sighed first, then smiled with regret.