Chapter 1(5)()

Taihang Mountain Foothills.

The extremely dark night is without a moonlight. The mist in late autumn rises, and it puts a vague and suffocating coat on the dark world. There is a dark and deep void in front of you, a stagnant and bitter breath in your nose, and a weak and suspicious echo in your ears. I am afraid that even the most courageous person will dare not take a step forward in such a night mountain road. However, there is a little dark fire, swaying from far to near, accompanied by a scattered footsteps and intense breathing, moving forward in panic, sometimes left and right, sometimes up and down. The rules for moving forward are so chaotic and so struggling.

"Pu!" He fell down. The person next to him was too small and was also taken to the ground. His tender voice shouted anxiously: "Brother! Brother! What's wrong with you? Get up, get up!"

Heavy breathing, every breath is so painful and difficult.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Brother, come on, I'll help you. Get up quickly! Let's go together!" The people around were clearly still a child, holding a torch in their little hands, and the flames reflected a sweaty little face. The facial features were not distinctive, but their eyes were as bright as stars.

"Ahhhhh..." He still felt extremely painful sob. He pushed the child's hand away, asking the child to leave him, leave this body without hope, escape from birth, and earn a life!

"No!" the child was already crying, but his tone was still firm. "I will not leave you, brother, let's go together! I will never leave you alone."

"Ah, wuwu..." The teeth were chucking, and their breathing became more and more rapid. Suddenly, an unbearable moan burst out from their throats. A pair of exposed hands began to tremble and tear the collar. The blue veins on their face burst out, and the blood-red eyes were all desperate. He was cramped and lying on the mountain road. The light of a small torch shone on his body. The blue linen cloth wrapped around an almost human-shaped body, and the trembling became more and more intense. Finally, he made a heart-wrenching cry, tearing his chest with his hands, rolling on the mountain road, his legs trembling and kicking, his whole body suddenly arched and suddenly crawled, and his eyes were rolling in suffocatingly. His mouth was wide open, but he could no longer make any sound.

The child was kneeling beside his brother with a blushing face, and crystal tears flowed down and hung on his nose. Suddenly, he seemed to have made up his mind and reached out to his arms to take out something, and handed it to his brother's mouth: "Brother, brother. Good brother, you eat it, and you won't feel uncomfortable if you eat it..."

With the sob, the man stuffed the child's handed over to his mouth, and then there was a long silence. The torch shone twice and extinguished, leaving only the breathing of two people, rising and falling in the darkness. After a while, even the breathing was inaudible, and the mountain road returned to silence. The two people seemed to have melted into this sticky black fog and disappeared. Even the scene just now seemed to be just a nightmare. As dawn approached, they were about to retreat to the depths of consciousness.

A large crowd of footsteps, horse hooves, and equipment collisions, mixed with human voices, previewing the arrival of a large group of people. The glimmer of dawn penetrated the thick night fog and reflected two tightly nestled outlines. It seemed that just woke up from a dream, this figure, which was as big as a ghost, jumped up and rolled into the dense forest next to the mountain road.

A large group of people holding a knife appeared on the mountain road, with the torches shaking, illuminating the day. The leader's soap scarf wrapped around his head and covered his black cloth, revealing his eyes and his eyes were bright and murderous intent.

"They don't run far, search carefully, and must find it!"

"yes!"

The team dispersed and rushed into the surrounding dense forest with murderous intent. Can those two people avoid this round of search? Suddenly, a thunderbolt cut through the dim sky, and heavy rain poured down. The mountain road was suddenly washed away by mud, rocks rolled, and branches broke down. The rain was too heavy, and it was probably going to cause the rocks to slip.

"Chief, the rain is too heavy. If you search, I'm afraid you'll be in danger!" A bearded man shouted loudly at the leader while rubbing the rain on his face.

The leader's eyes were unstable, and the cold air shot out loud. Finally, he made up his mind to roar: "Retreat!" and then gritted his teeth and added: "Let you run away, and it's a death to run out!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky that had just lit up turned dark again, with only the sound of rain that resounded throughout the world.

Bingzhou, in the suburbs, Hseng Yingshan Villa.

The sky in autumn is more high and wide than other seasons. The peaks of Taihang Mountain are looming in the clouds and mist. Looking at the tall archway of Heying Villa, the mountains far away are like a landscape of ink splashing ink, which depict the so-called fairyland on earth.

However, this archway built high from white marble looks a little strange. There is a fiery red glazed ball on each of the eaves raised at both ends. When the sun shines, the glazed ball seems to be rotating in the middle, like a pair of bloodshot eyes. The archway is full of snake shapes, and each four snakes are surrounded by a black and white glazed Bagua diagram. The entire archway has no solemn atmosphere, but is very strange and colorful. The column on the right is engraved from top to bottom: "Neihu, no ghost, no immortal", and opposite to the left is: "Never live, no death, no death, no death, no death, and on the eye of the archway are four big words "Henying Villa".

Such a archway was already lively and unique, but now it is covered with snow-white plain flower curtains, swaying in the wind, and its whole body is simply jaw-dropping.

Di Chun stood under the archway and stretched his head for a long time, but still couldn't decide whether to move forward or backward. Five or six carriages were parked behind him, and he had been waiting for a long time. The horses began to get impatient and shouted one by one to sniff.

A coachman walked up and asked, "Butler, are you planning to leave or stay? It's getting late, so if you delay it, it's too late to get into the city today."

"Oh, wait a moment, I'll go and leave after I'm sending the famous post." Di Chun scratched his head and made up his mind. He took a little care of his clothes, jumped up the steps a few steps, came to the door wrapped in white linen, held the bronze door bolt of the beast's head, and knocked three times.

With a creaking sound, the door was not opened, and a head emerged from a small door beside it and asked, "Who is it?"

Di Chun stepped forward and bowed, saying, "In the morning of Di Chun, my master asked me to send a famous post to Mr. Fan, the owner of Guizhuang."

"Who is your master?"

"Oh, my master is Di Huaiying from Bingzhou, and he is an old friend of the owner of the manor, Mr. Fan."

"Di Huaiying? I haven't heard of it." The man was wearing white linen mourning clothes, looked up and down at Di Chun, then looked at the small convoy parked not far away, and asked, "Are you from another place?"

"Yes, I just came from the capital of God Luoyang, and I will enter Taiyuan City today. Because my master is away all year round, and this time I returned home, intending to gather with my old friends, so I asked me to send famous posts in advance when I passed by Guizhuang. My master set out later than me and will not arrive in Bingzhou in about three days."

"No wonder." The man clasped his fists and said, "You are late. The owner of my house has passed away three days ago."

"Ah?!Then..." Di Chun hesitated.

"So, I'll present the famous post to my wife for you."

"Thank you."

"Please wait here." The door closed.

Di Chun took a few steps back and stood under the big cypress tree in front of the door. He looked up and saw that the big cypress tree was as thick as five people surrounded him, and I wonder how old he was.

Suddenly, a noise broke out, and a pair of people came from the Bingzhou road in front of him. It was noisy. The team rushed straight to the front of the village gate as if no one was around. The leader was a handsome and tall young man, dressed in an officer, standing in front of the door, shouting: "Silent!" Everyone was silent, and then he stepped forward to shoot.

"Bang!" This time it was not a small door, but a door wrapped in white cloth. Di Chun looked around very strangely, thinking that the official was indeed a powerful person, and he called to open the door as soon as he shouted. He usually followed the master to set up a ceremonial guard of the prime minister. He was always shouting and urging him wherever he went. Everyone was very respectful, unlike today... he was thinking about it, but no one came out of the door.

But the young man flashed to the side, and another person in the team looked like an official came to the door and said loudly: "Bingzhou Fa Cao was ordered by the Chief of the Grand Governor's Office to see Mrs. Fan."

"Master Fa Cao." A leisurely female voice came from the door, and Di Chun's heart trembled when he was listening. The voice was low, soft, and indescribable mellow and melodious, not as crisp as an ordinary young woman, but also uniquely fascinating.

A figure slowly moved out of the door, the mourning of white linen was from head to toe, and a white gauze covered her face. She couldn't see her appearance clearly. She stopped in front of Fa Cao and asked slowly, "I am a new widow, and my deceased husband has not yet come out. At this moment, Lord Fa Cao came to block the village, but I don't know what the teachings were like?"

Fa Cao was a little embarrassed, and took a step back and said with his fists: "My wife, please forgive me, because someone went to the Grand Governor's Office the day before yesterday to complain, saying that Mr. Fan was murdered. Therefore, Lord Changshi ordered the official to bring the coroner to come, and asked the wife to allow us to check Mr. Fan's body."

"Oh? Someone said my husband was murdered?"

“That’s right.”

"I wonder if Lord Fa Cao can tell me who said this?"

"This... please tell my wife: the person who complains is Fan Gui, the manor of Gui's manor."

"Fan Gui?" The woman let out a gloomy sneer, "Who am I? It turns out it was him."

Through the white veil, her eyes were firmly staring at Fa Cao's face: "I have something unknown, so I hope Master Fa Cao will give me advice."

Fa Cao clasped his fists again, and his face showed an increasingly embarrassed expression. He felt the difficulty of today's task: "Madam, please tell me."

"I wonder if Lord Fa Cao has interrogated Fan Gui?"

“It has been clearly questioned.”

"Then Lord Cao should know that Fan Gui was discovered because of the precious flower seeds in his private villa. He asked me to send him out of the villa five days ago."

"Fan Gui did confess that he left the villa five days ago and settled his mother home. He only handed the paper to the Grand Governor's Office yesterday."

"Oh? Then does Lord Fa Cao know that my master died three days ago. Since Fan Gui left Bizhuang five days ago, how could he know that the master was murdered? Could he know that he could not know whether he would be able to predict it beforehand?"

"This..." Fa Cao was speechless for a moment.

At this time, the young general who had been standing on the side silently said calmly: "Madam, don't be impatient. Mr. Fan died three days ago, and no one saw it with his own eyes. It was all a one-sided statement of Mr. Fan. Just imagine that Mr. Fan died five days ago or even earlier, and the wife reported to the outside world three days ago, which is not impossible."

The woman lifted her veil on the ground, and everyone felt the bright light in front of her eyes. She quickly lowered her head, and her face turned slightly red unconsciously.

"Who is this adult?"

"At the end, the commander of Guoyi, the commander of the Bingzhou Weifu, was ordered by the Bingzhou Chief Secretary to assist in the case."

"It turned out to be General Chen. I heard General Chen's words just now and it seemed that I had done the truth that the master was killed, and I also imply that I was suspected of it?"

"My wife misunderstood. According to the Tang Dynasty, someone reported to the officials for murder, and the government must investigate and deal with it strictly. I hope the wife understands and allows us to go to the village to investigate."

"Wait, I have another question."

"Madam, it's okay to talk."

"I wonder if Fan Gui has detailed the so-called murder process? Did he point out who the murderer was?"

"This..." Chen Huai hesitated for a moment and said, "Madam, Fan Gui only said that he had died when Mr. Fan's throat was cut by a sharp weapon. As for the murder, he had never witnessed it with his own eyes."

"Since that's the case, he probably can't come up with any real evidence."

"Madam, the body is based on real evidence. If Mr. Fan's death is not a problem, why don't you let the coroner check it out? The truth will be self-evident."

"Hmph, any person who sues murder will open a coffin and examine the dead, is this the law of the Tang Dynasty?"

Chen Huai's tone became tougher: "Madam! I have to sue for the murder and make a false accusation. I believe no one will try the law casually. According to the law, I can actually detain my wife to an official today. However, Mr. Changshi remembered that his wife's new mourning, and Mr. Fan was a celebrity in Bingzhou. He was so concerned about the reputation of Heying Mountain Villa and the owner of the family that I asked me to go to the door for an autopsy, please do not stop her."

"General Chen, it's not that I insist on stopping him. I'm afraid that even if General Chen and Lord Fa Cao checked it, they wouldn't be able to see the truth, but they would have missed my master's big deal!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Can General Chen know the theory of the flying immortal?"

"Faohua,...Flying Fairy?" Chen Huai looked up incredibly at this face that was as beautiful as peach and plum, and cold as frosty.

The woman said slowly, "General Chen, my master has been devoted to practicing Taoism all year round. The day before yesterday, he has gradually entered the realm of transformation. About half a month ago, he told me that he had completed his cultivation and could become an immortal on a day. Sure enough, three days ago, he sat in the pavilion of the villa. He had previously instructed to place his body in the Lantian Shenshu Spring in the villa, and wash the dust with the divine spring water for a moment. In this way, he could ascend to the fairyland after a hundred days. Within a hundred days, the body must not leave the divine spring, otherwise the master will not be able to ascend to the immortal, but will be dissipated. Therefore, I also asked General Chen to go back to report to the inside story of Lord Changshi before making any consideration."

"this......"

"If General Chen must check it, please check it out by the spring through the water. I wonder if it is feasible?"

Chen Huai pondered for a moment and said, "Since there is this inside story, I will go back and report to Lord Changshi first before becoming a district office. But the wife's statement is quite evil and I think Lord Changshi may not accept it."

"Evil and flattery?! General Chen is such a bad thing. I think my master was awarded this archway by Emperor Tian and named it Lantian Zhenren. Is it because of evil and flattery?"

"I am not good at speaking well, and I have offended you so much. I hope my wife will forgive you and say goodbye." Chen Huai was unconscious to fight and turned around and left. The group of people he brought followed silently.

Under the big cypress tree here, Di Chun's legs were sore when he watched the show. When he saw that the matter was over, he hurriedly left. However, someone shouted behind him: "Cough, come here."

Di Chun turned his head and found out that it was the Zhuang Ding who had just greeted him. The man handed over a piece of plain paper and said, "My wife said that since Mr. Di is an old friend, I am waiting for the old customers to visit. This is the wife's famous post, please transfer it to Mr. Di."

"Thank you." Di Chun carefully hid Su Jian in his arms, and felt a faint sandalwood scent from his arms, refreshing his heart.

A snow-white figure flashed into the village gate, and the door was then closed.

"Everyone, let's go." He shouted, jumped onto the leading carriage, followed the team of officials, and also set foot on the road to Bingzhou.

In the front team, Chen Huai was riding a horse with his head on his head. The Dharma Cao asked: "General Chen, we have returned so weakly. What should I do if Lord Changshi blames him?" Chen Huai sneered: "Lord Changshi does not really want a autopsy, how can he blame him?" "Ah?" "Don't say too much, I will have my own concerns." As he said that, Chen Huai suddenly stopped and looked back at the archway of "Henying Villa", muttering: "It's inappropriate." He urged the horse to turn around and gallop towards Bingzhou.
Chapter completed!