Early in the morning, Maicheng.

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

"No rumors are allowed!" The officers and soldiers stopped at the gate of Maicheng City and shouted loudly against the surging people, "Everyone goes back! Nothing is true! It's all rumors! Rumors!"

In the government, the county magistrate and a group of documents and orders, together with local generals, watched the alive zombie of the Jin army officer and soldier detained in the cage.

The zombie dragged the iron chain, her eyes were turbid, and she kept struggling in a large iron cage.

"This monster must be quickly put..." The county magistrate tried hard to calm down, "take it to Jiankang and report to the court..."

Gongcao of Maicheng County said: "Sir, I think..."

"This matter is absolutely uncontrollable!" The county magistrate came to his senses and shouted, "After Xiangyang is defeated, there will be 100,000 people killed in battle. If all the corpses are transformed, no matter how many living people are, can you fight against the dead?! Arrest on the road as soon as possible! Ask the court to make a decision!"

Northwest of Longzhong Mountain, at the exit of the mountain.

The dog waited in place for a night, ran all the way, wagging his tail at Chen Xing. The three of them stopped temporarily and found a place to sit at the end of the plank road. Feng Qianjun went to find the horses that had escaped before. Fortunately, they did not run far away, and Xiang Shu led his horse. He stood on the plank road and pondered and looked at the mountain view.

Feng Qianjun exchanged news with the two. It turned out that the Jin army had known about the situation in Longzhongshan. After all, there were some people who had escaped from the mountain village not long ago. They wanted to go to Xiangyang City to report to officials, but Xiangyang was surrounded and had to turn to Maicheng. The Maicheng government was already tightly strung because it was rumored that the Qin army was going to attack the city in large numbers, so they were afraid that the enemy would attack the east and west again, and the people were not clear, so they suppressed the matter for the time being.

"To be precise," said Feng Qianjun, "it was exactly forty-nine days until last night."

Xiang Shu turned his back to the two and never interrupted.

"Do you eat something?" Chen Xing took the initiative to greet Xiang Shu.

Xiang Shu just ignored it, Chen Xing thought for a long time and replied, "There is indeed a reason for the number of 'seven'. But you shouldn't take them there!"

Feng Qianjun replied: "I've stopped it, it's useless."

Until the horse carried the dead body of the Jin soldier back to Maicheng, the people were finally panicked. Seeing that the officers and soldiers who had sent to inquire about the news had not returned for two days, the county magistrate saw that the officers and soldiers who had previously sent to inquire about the news had not returned for two days. Now that he saw the body, he knew that he could not be negligent, he quickly sent another team of people to enter Longzhongshan overnight. The leader of the team leader had already learned the location of the tomb from the previous news. Feng Qianjun wanted to come alone to assist Chen Xing, but failed to persuade him, so he had to follow behind.

As a result, all the soldiers of the Jin army died. After removing the mysterious man in black, Xiang Shu burned the corpses all over the ground with fire.

The only thing Chen Xing is worried about now is that Sima Wei, wearing black armor, turned into a black fire meteor and flew away at the last moment. The inside story must be quite complicated. There must be someone conspiring to be something in the land of China. And they have no clue about this.

Nearly a hundred years ago, the successors of the Great Jin Dynasty were incompetent. Eight princes raised troops to fight for the throne, causing the Central Plains to fall into war. During the civil war, the Han people attacked each other and severe internal friction, resulting in empty garrisons outside the five passes and famine for years. Only tens of thousands of people could fight, and the Huns took advantage of the situation to move south, and the Han people fled south, becoming the current pattern of Han, Hu, and the north and north division.

According to historical records, King Sima Wei of Chu was only twenty-one years old when he died. He was tall and majestic and had an extraordinary appearance. He was executed because he forged an imperial edict and raised an army to attack the treacherous ministers of the court. After his death, he was posthumously awarded the title of General of the Cavalry and buried in the Fengshui treasure land of Longzhongshan, Jingchu, the fief.

"Xiang Shu, do you know something?" Chen Xing now felt that this series of incredible strange things were second, and Xiang Shu's identity and motivation were what he cared about the most.

Xiang Shu glanced at Chen Xing, but his attention was not on him, and replied, "I just wanted to take the way to Chang'an, just passing by and meddling in other people's business."

Chen Xing asked curiously: "What are you doing in Chang'an?"

Perhaps it was because the three of them lived and died together last night, and the gap was slightly eliminated; or perhaps it was because Chen Xing's heart lamp that proved that he was indeed an exorcist who was like a fake, and Xiang Shu's attitude improved significantly.

Xiang Shu was looking at the mask in his hand over and over again. As soon as he turned to Chen Xing, Chen Xing subconsciously leaned against Feng Qianjun.

"Don't bully me all the time!" Chen Xing was a little scared of Xiang Shu and said with a thorn in his mouth.

"Hey!" Feng Qianjun was also a little afraid of Xiang Shu. After all, he couldn't beat him, so he also said with a tough bullet, "Don't bully Brother Chen Xing, others didn't mess with you."

"Didn't provoke me? You Han people are indiscriminate, and they tricked me from Jinzhou to Jiangdong, and to the present." Xiang Shu said lightly, "If Xiangyang City had not been destroyed, I would have become a rotten corpse in the prison. With the thought that makes me cry for gratitude to you, I would have saved it."

Chen Xing was furious when he heard this and said, "I don't know what happened to you! And didn't I rescue you? Why did I make you so grateful to me? I asked you, do you don't believe what I said before? Then do you believe it now?"

"Are you a Hu person?" Feng Qianjun saw Xiang Shu's expression and immediately forced the second half of the sentence "It's not like it". He guessed that Xiang Shu didn't like being questioned about his identity and said, "If you have something to do, please say it well! Don't do it!" He quickly smoothed out and said, "Okay, since we are all heading to Chang'an, let's go together."

Xiang Shu didn't say much, and turned over the horse and grabbed the horse's belly. He had already walked away. Chen Xing was halfway through the dry food and hurriedly said, "Wait! You haven't told me what you are going to Chang'an to do..." He had to put the dog next to the saddle bag. Feng Qianjun packed up his things and rode his way.

Xiang Shu kept a distance from them, riding a horse in front, Chen Xing and Feng Qianjun were more than ten feet behind, and when they rode their horses in parallel, the two were still discussing in a low voice.

"Your guardian doesn't look like a bad person," said Feng Qianjun. "Believe me, he won't stab you with a sword if he doesn't agree."

"Yes, he will only throw money at me." Chen Xing said.

"That gold ingot is my skill," said Feng Qianjun. "At that time, he had already found that I was behind you. Even if you don't hide, you won't really hit you."

"That's really thankful for his mercy." Chen Xing disagreed and thought that this man was just a bastard and even snatched my stuff.

Chen Xing had a deep brow, observed Xiang Shu not far ahead, and said to Feng Qianjun: "What did he do in Chang'an?"

"Look for tribe members." Feng Qianjun said, "Isn't this obvious? The Hu people are all in the north, and Chang'an is the territory of Emperor Fu Jian of Qin..."

Chen Xing suddenly remembered the sentence "Photo is a famous military officer" on the list presented by Zhu Xu. Perhaps he was confiscated some valuable items when he caught Xiang Shu. Based on this, he was inferred? Who was he? A hundred-ranking? A lieutenant? A seat that could be seated at the age of twenty must not be too high, and he could not be a general.

Feng Qianjun: "But I don't think he wants to be your guardian."

Chen Xing was bored: "I've felt it long ago."

After thinking about it, Chen Xing remembered Sima Wei's body that turned into black fire. The direction he flew away was northwest. It happened to be Chang'an, but further northwest, there were Liangzhou and other places. There must be huge forces behind the masked man in black. At this time, he was hiding where he was doing something... What should they do to resurrect a corpse that had been transformed into skeletons that had been nearly a hundred years ago?

The power of the heart lamp has disappeared for more than three hundred years as all things return to silence. Is it because of this hidden power conspiring in the hidden place? Chen Xing frowned all the way and looked up at Xiang Shu in front of him. Xiang Shu's explanation for this was just passing by and meddling in other people's business, but Chen Xing always felt that he seemed to know something.

But since I knew it, shouldn't I talk to myself more seriously? Chen Xing was completely confused. Fortunately, Xiang Shu was indeed as Feng Qianjun guessed, and he never had trouble with them along the way. On this journey to the northwest, he had a store staying in a store, and when he was in a wilderness, he slept in the wilderness.

After years of war, Jingbei and Hanzhong were robbed many times, and nine out of ten rooms were empty. When the store was not found, the three of them could only spend the night in the abandoned house without a roof. Chen Xing looked at the stars in the sky and counted the days with his fingers. His birthday was in late October. There were less than three years and eight months left. Next, we had to find the ruins of the General Administration of the Exorcist Department in Chang'an as soon as possible, hoping to find the reason for the silence of all dharmas.

The best result is to do your best to use the rest of your life to retrieve the disappearing magic power of the human world and pass it down to the exorcist lineage so that you can deal with the appearance of the demon in the future. Unexpectedly, the waves have not yet subsided, and the twists and turns of the man in black have emerged out of thin air. And there is no clue. The more you think about this, Chen Xing becomes more and more irritable, tossing and turning, and he has to get up and go out for a walk.

Under the moonlight, Xiang Shu was seen wearing long trousers and rubbing his upper body with cold water in a stream behind the dilapidated village. Chen Xing took a look and walked to the stream. Xiang Shu didn't avoid him and stood there.

When he was rescued from prison, Xiang Shu was too thin to be human. Now he has only been ten days old and has almost recovered. The moonlight shines on his wet shoulders, as if he has a rippling silver light on him.

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

Xiang Shu has fair skin and thinness after he has recovered his muscles, but it is not exaggerated. He shows running lines. When he stands naked, he doesn't look like a Hu general at all, but instead has a kind of elegance. If he doesn't wear clothes, this is the standard figure of the scribes, and Chen Xing only finds it very strange.

Along the way, Xiang Shu would occasionally take the dry food given to him by Chen Xing, but never eat the food given to Feng Qianjun. When resting and camping, Xiang Shu would go out to hunt from time to time, sometimes bringing deer back, and sometimes a wild goat. He had to eat a lot of meat at a time, and it was because of this that his body recovered rapidly.

"What are you doing in Chang'an?" When the two of them met, Xiang Shu finally took the initiative to say something to Chen Xing.

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

Xiang Shu walked to the shore, put on a single robe, pulled the straps with both hands and tightened them. The white robe highlighted the broad shoulder lines, with a faint sense of introverted threat.

"Give me an explanation," Chen Xing said, "You have made up your mind to be wrong?"

Xiang Shu raised his eyebrows.

Chen Xing explained to him that all exorcists have always had the position of "guardian" around them, in order to protect the exorcists from collecting monsters and eliminating monsters without interference. The great exorcist in charge of the General Administration has a well-known name for the guardian of the law, which is "Martial God".

Now there is only Chen Xing left in the world. Naturally, he is the "Great Exorcist". As for the God of Martial Arts, Xindeng pointed out to him the guardian of Xiang Shu, and Chen Xing himself had no choice. He also wanted to explain another magic, Shenzhou...

"Let me find someone else." Xiang Shu said casually, "You save my life, I save your life, and it's even."

Xiang Shu saved Chen Xing more than once, especially in front of the King of Chu tomb. If Xiang Shu hadn't acted quickly, he would have been almost burned to death by the black fire. Although it might not be possible that the black fire could not be burned to death, isn't this what the guardian should do?

Chen Xing was not angry after hearing 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 stimulate him, and at most they are a little unhappy.

"Okay." Chen Xing saw Xiang Shu leaving and said, "I didn't have much hope at first, but I have to respect your ideas. Since I refused, after we arrived in Chang'an, we will return to the bridge and the road."

Xiang Shu left, and Chen Xing was facing the stream, feeling very melancholy. He had many words before he could explain to Xiang Shu, including the relationship between the exorcist and the Dharma Protector. More than 300 years ago, when the exorcist was in full swing, the Dharma Protector was a person who was dependent on the exorcist and lived through life and death.

On the way from Mount Hua, Chen Xing had imagined the appearance and temper of this guardian more than once, and how he should explain to him after meeting him. At least there were people who were by his side for the remaining four years, so he didn't dare to think about it, at least he didn't seem lonely.

Sui Xing's luck solved all the problems for him, but it was useless in Xiang Shu. Perhaps even Sui Xing could do nothing about this problem related to the heart lamp and the fortune of the Shenzhou.

Chen Xing was full of expectations at first, and planned to entrust the remaining four years to him, but the expectations gradually turned into disappointment. He wanted to explain to Xiang Shu with many words, but what's the use of saying it? Xiang Shu didn't care at all, didn't care, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

What should I do next? Change it? But will Xindeng change it for me? This is not a matter of talking about love or changing it. Chen Xing originally wanted to relax his worries, but it became even more troublesome. He had to go back to the room to sleep, and he couldn't sleep for a while. After thinking about it, he had only one thought:

It's all this bastard's fault.

After a few days, Chen Xing simply stopped talking to Xiang Shu. That night, Feng Qianjun knew that he went out in the middle of the night and did not ask much. The popular villages along the way gradually became more popular. In spring, birds and flowers were singing, making it easier to stay. Silver and copper coins were circulated. The three of them passed through Wuguan, and there was a document issued by Maicheng. Chen Xing took both of them through the customs. He rushed to Chang'an City for a few more days.

Chang'an has been fighting for more than a hundred years, and every time he changes his master, he is robbed and burned. However, this city named Haojing since the Zhou Dynasty has stood in the west of China since that era. The eternal city surrounded by the eight waters is like a giant tree that nourishes the earth. It has shown amazing vitality through burning and destruction again and again, lush, singing and dancing, and full of prosperity and beauty.

The war was rife in Guanzhong and even the front line of fierce battles with the south, but Chang'an was in peace. Even if he fled ten miles away, starved to death, died of illness, and died of illness on the roadside and on the wilderness. The high walls of Chang'an blocked the plague, hunger, disasters and wars.

It also blocked death.

Just like an oasis full of vitality in the desert, it forms a world of its own.

The golden and blue mansion is flying with its eaves, and the roofs of tiles are adjacent. The glorious Weiyang Palace purple air comes from the east, but the palace has already changed its owner. The flowers in Shanglin Garden are blooming in spring and are blooming extremely brilliantly.

The Hu people were fighting with cocks in the market, and the people laughed and laughed. Han and Hu people lived in a mixed manner. The Hu people came and went, regardless of Han and Hu, they were all dressed in bright and gorgeous, Di, Jie, Xianbei, Tiele, and Xiongnu were heard. The market was full of goods, and scholars were full of green scarves, and the crown was covered with clouds.

The last time I came to Chang'an was still five years old, and my memories of Chang'an were already blurred. Now, when I saw this scene, Chen Xing suddenly felt indescribable.

"Although Fu Jian is a famous Hu emperor, he has also managed Chang'an well." Chen Xing said sourly.

He and Feng Qianjun and Xiang Shu walked for nearly half a month, covered in dust. When he entered Chang'an, he looked like a local bun. Xiang Shu was still in the hunter suit, but he didn't care much. He looked at a group of Hu people on the street not far away, as if he heard the local accent and was attracted by attention.

Feng Qianjun said: "Yes, I think we'll let him live for the time being."

The three ordered a bowl of noodles at the noodle stall on Chang'an Street to serve as a breakup meal for temporary travel companions. After the meal, Chen Xingchao asked for the waiter, Feng Qianjun went to pay the money and said, "Since I have arrived in Chang'an, I don't think it's better..."

As he said that, Feng Qianjun was a little hesitant again, looked at Chen Xing and asked, "Or do you stay at the place where your elder brother is staying for two days?"

Chen Xing knew that Feng Qianjun was polite. Although he took care of each other on the way, he was just a chance meeting. He hurriedly said, "Don't bother Brother Feng, I have a place to go. I just found out that he was indeed in Chang'an and happened to come to Chang'an to join an old friend. Please help me keep the puppy with me for a while, and I won't be able to take care of it for the time being."

"Okay." Feng Qianjun took the dog away and said readily, "If you have something to send a letter to Songbaiju in the west of the city. It seems that he will probably have to stay in Chang'an for a while."

As for Xiang Shu, Feng Qianjun didn't ask him, but whistled at him and said, "Tianchi will be left to you for care."
Chapter completed!