Ghosts Know What I Experienced

Chapter 40:

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In the middle of July, the ghost door opened.

Paper ghosts, river lanterns.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in July and July is a special day. When the night comes, the yin glory is flourishing, and the ghosts are wide open. Many wild ghosts who have been circling in the past have passed the lingering question in the past year. On this day, they entered the ghost gate in turn and went to the underworld to seek opportunities for reincarnation.

In the first two months of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Tianxue Circle will hold a Tianshi Congress. At the meeting, everyone slept and slept, spent the most difficult ten days and ten nights of the year, and had time to discuss the things of this year's ghosts.

When the Lushan Taoist departed from Haicheng, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. In June, the sun was hot and hot, and the sun was shining.

This day, no one wants to go out. The Lushan people are naturally unhappy. He has a lot of things in his hand, standing at the door of the house, basking in the sun, and talking to his son.

"In the past ten days, the old man went out, you are looking at the house. There is a coupon voucher after three days in Tiangongzhai. Don't forget to grab it. This year, the old man will buy three jumping bodies and five at the Chinese New Year shopping festival. If you don’t get a coupon, the old man’s extra points will be deducted from your ink account!”

The son of Lushan Dao is not wanting to live: "Dad, I know, coupons, definitely grab."

Lushan Taoist people continued to swear: "Right, there is the goods of Shennong Valley. Yesterday, an old man went to the micro store in Shennong Valley, and the old guy in the car channel borrowed a charging treasure last year. Yes □ □, why do you have to force them to make a 20% discount."

"Dad, I really know!"

"There are still a few pots of meat on the balcony of the old man, hey, it’s my little sister, you have to remember to water it..."

"dad……"

"Right, and the remedy that the old man refined this morning, you have to watch it carefully. It needs refining for seven or forty-nine days..."

"dad……"

"Speaking of the TV show that the old man saw last night, what is it, eight days later, the end. The murder, after eight days, the old man’s charging treasure will definitely run out, and the mobile phone will be out of power. Then you will remember the finale for the old man. The old man will come back to know."

"dad!"

Suddenly, by the son, the Lushan Taoist people came back and looked at the son.

The 60-year-old Bai Shi, who is full of white hair, cried and said: "Dad, you just don't want to participate in the Tianshi Congress, and then I am going to grind here, you will be gone. You Xiuzhen is waiting in the capital. You, you can't get away with it..."

Lushan Dao’s old face is red: “Full... full of nonsense! When did the old man not want to go? When did the old man temper? Counter, look at the move!”

"what!"

After slamming his son, the sulking gas that the Lushan Taoist blocked in his heart finally dissipated. Holding the big bag, the Lushan people flew into the sky and quickly went to the capital. In the evening, he had just arrived at the capital's boundary line, and he saw the candlelight from the west.

The Lushan people flew over.

The two of them just took a photo, and the Lushan Taoist asked: "When the candle is like a friend, how do you hold everything in your hand?"

The candlelight real hand holds a smart phone, with thirty-eight charging treasures, and confidently asks: "You are not holding it in your hand?"

Lushan Taoist laughed: "If you use a bag, you have to have a weight. This year, the old man has already said that an apple phone and thirty-nine millet charging treasures are exactly ten kilograms. There is not much. A lot of points."

The candlelight is full of people who don't believe it: "Thirty-eight charging treasures are just right, Lushan, you are overweight."

Lushan people straightened their eyes: "Hu Yan!"

The two masters have not yet entered the capital, they are quarreling on the clouds. This time, no one believes anyone. The real person who insists on the candle is that the thirty-nine charging treasures are absolutely overweight, and the people of Lushan Mountain have just threatened to get stuck in the bottom line. The two flew to the venue of the Tianshi Congress, and the Master was holding a lot of compressed biscuits into the door and was knocked open by two people.

"You little girl said to the old man that there are more than thirty-one charging treasures!"

The little girl who was responsible for hosting the masters instantly scared the urine, trembled and picked up the mobile phone and charging treasure brought by the Lushan people, and placed them on the electronic scale. The next moment, the sharp voice rang: "Overweight, overweight, 10 kilograms and 15 grams, overweight, overweight!"

Lushan people suddenly stupid, and the real people laughed.

At 0:00 on the same day, all the celestial masters placed the items they carried with them on the electronic scale, and weighed the weight before entering the conference room.

The celestial division who can participate in the Tianshi Congress is the leader of the metaphysical circles. Yan Xiuzheng went to the rostrum and coughed twice. He did not speak. He sat in the first row of the unconscious master and raised his hand: "Yu Xiu Daoyou, Ye Xiaoyou has not come yet, can you wait for him?"

Yan Xiuzhenjun calmly said: "Ye Xiaoyou took leave this year."

The voice just fell, and the audience was alone.

More than 20 Tianshi were shocked to see the empty space next to the unseen master, and looked at each other and stood up and spoke.

The candlelight is real: "How can Ye Xiaoyou take time off? He has never asked for a holiday in the past few years!"

Lushan Taoist: "Yes. If Ye Xiaoyou is not there, ‘Ghost knows who’s taking photos for propaganda?”

Shennong Valley’s car channel people echoed: “Yushan Dao’s words are exactly. If ‘Ghost knows’ can’t take good pictures, how can I give propaganda to juniors? How to set an example for juniors?”

Yan Xiuzhenjun said: "Can't you take your photo?"

The celestial priests reprimanded in unison: "No!"

嶒秀真君: "..."

The people clamored for a while, and the Lushan people touched the beard and proposed: "Since Yan Xiudao said, Ye Xiaoyou originally wanted to participate, but only temporarily, there is no help but leave. Ye Xiaoyou's husband is understanding, he must be There will be 100,000 things in a hurry, and they will be absent. How can I live up to Ye Xiaoyou and take care of such an important meeting?

Ye Jing, who is holding a donkey in Sichuan Province and eating a nightingale with his wife: "Aqiu." It seems a bit cold.

The words of the Lushan Taoist people landed, and the rest of the celestial division responded.

They can't come without them. Even if you don't come, you can go to the conference. But if Ye Jing does not come, it will be finished. "Ghost knows" Xiaobian can't take photos, how to write articles? the most important is……

"Either, we will not have a meeting this year?"

Yan Xiuzheng gave him a look: "Abandoned!"

The next moment, the rest of the masters quickly said.

"That is, don't take a picture of Ye Xiaoyou, who shot that? If the two little **** in my family saw the poor road to attend the meeting, squatting on the table and drooling, where is the face of the poor road?"

嶒秀真君: "..." You can't sleep?

"Not bad, poor this year, in order not to be hungry, brought a lot of dry food. If the disciples see the poor and pitiful bread in the meeting, hungry and dizzy, how to serve the public after the poor return? ”

Yan Xiuzhenjun: "..." If you eat bread, you will be dizzy and dizzy. Do you want to eat meat?

"Amitabha, the barren also feels that this proposal is very good. I want to go home to eat meat."

嶒秀真君: "..."

In fact, there aren't a few reliable celestial beings on the scene. On the surface of Yan Xiuzhen, there is a pair of celestial bones. In fact, I don't want to participate in this boring lame conference. However, as a leader of the metaphysical circles, Yan Xiuzhen can not really completely subvert the traditions left by his predecessors. He began to bargain with the masters.

"A postponed one week later, wait for Ye Xiaoyou?"

"No!"

“Deferred for two weeks?”

"No!"

"...posted for three weeks?"

"No!"

嶒秀真君: "..."

The next second, he was angry and angry: "Have it now!"

"Good, hold it again in three weeks!"

Everyone was scattered.

This is probably similar to a kind of "quick to test four levels, even if you know that you have to take a few days to postpone, but you want to be a salty fish for a few days." With the permission of Yan Xiuzhen, the masters quickly flew home and enjoyed a few days of leisure.

The Lushan Taoist was sitting in the innermost part. He flew out the door with excitement. He had not flown a few meters away, and he was stopped by Yan Xiuzhen. "The Lushan Taoist friends, some of the problems with the enchantment reinforcement outside the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. Go and see with the old man."

Lushan Taoist suddenly stupid: "Ah?"

Yan Xiu Zhenjun said patiently again.

Lushan people are resentful: "Why is the old man!"

Yan Xiuzhenjun calmly said: "Yushan Daoyou is good at enchantment."

"The old guy in Jiangliu is also very good at it!"

嶒秀真君: "...because you run the slowest."

Lushan Taoist: "@#$!$!#@$!!!!" The next time the old man is sitting next to the door!

At one o'clock in the morning, a grievous Lushan Taoist was forced to fly to Chang'an with Yan Xiuzhen.

These things are not known to you. He just came to Sichuan Province. He didn’t eat this afternoon. He ordered a few nightingales at the hotel in the evening, and he had something to eat with Ye Jing.

The cuisine of Sichuan Province is famous throughout the country. Yi Jia especially loves to eat spicy, but unfortunately in recent years, the diet is not regular, resulting in bad stomach, can not eat spicy, can only give yourself a fried rice, silently see Ye Jingzhi spicy.

The spicy smell of the scent floated out of the bowl of the mirror, and it floated straight into the nose of Zhao Jia, stimulating his mouth. Zhao Jia's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but swallow her mouth. Finally, she lowered her head helplessly, took a spoonful of unsweetened fried rice, and took a pity.

He was lying in the arms of Zhao Jia, clutching a small fish and biting happily.

You Jia can only look at you and comfort yourself: at least you can't eat spicy food, um, don't eat it.

Ye Jingzhi only ate two faces and felt the hot eyes of Zhao Jia. He put down the chopsticks in a dull way. After thinking for a long time, he pushed the bowl over and said, "Give it to you."

The bowl of noodles was pushed to the front of Jia Ge, the spicy taste was even more flustered, and Jia Ge’s eyes were green.

After struggling for a long time, he pushed the face back and said with a smile: "Master Ye, I can't eat spicy."

Ye Jingzhi asked with concern: "Why?"

Jia Jiadao: "My stomach is not good. I have eaten this bowl of noodles. I may not be able to sleep this evening."

Ye Jing's eyes brightened, he immediately turned out the Qiankun bag, looking for a moment inside, found a bag of colorful small candy. He poured a small green sugar into his palm and handed it to Qian Jia: "Eat, eat it, the stomach will not hurt."

Zhao Jia took the sugar in amazement. After eating it, I really felt a warm current in my stomach. He looked suspiciously at the bowl of noodles in front of him, then looked up and looked at the opposite leaf master.

Ye Jingzhi quickly pushed the face back to him, and he was ashamed: "Eat."

It is big and big, and the food is the biggest.

Yi Jia couldn't help it anymore. He put down the bowl of unsweetened fried rice and ate it quickly. This is delicious, sour and sour. This is called eating! And really, as Ye Jing said, Qian Jia's stomach is always warm, has not hurt, and is very comfortable.

Ye Jingzhi carefully pulled the bowl of fried rice in Zhaojia to himself. When she suddenly saw it, she immediately said, "Oh, I accidentally ate your things. Master Ye, you will continue to eat this bowl of noodles, I will order another one. Just fine."

Ye Jingzhi shook his head and picked up the fried rice and ate it: "It's delicious, I eat this."

Yi Jia said a few times, Ye Jingzhi said that he thought the fried rice was delicious. I think that Master Ye is very... a different aesthetic, and I don’t have to persuade.

One night, the two were satisfied with the score. At the end of the meal, Ye Jingzhi had not moved the spoon. He quietly looked at Zhao Jia and saw that Jia Jia was sweating and shook his eyes.

It’s delicious, this bowl of fried rice is especially delicious!

In this mountainous area, the hotel's rooms are very scarce, and Yi Jia and Ye Jingzhi are assigned to the same standard room. Yi Jia was lying on the bed with her cockroach, and Ye Jingzhi slept on the next bed. The two men talked for a while through a bedside table, and Jia Jia got up and pressed the light switch.

"Master Ye, good night."

"good night."

This feeling, sleep very unreliable. Zhai Jia always felt that something was scratching himself. He dreamed of a female ghost in his dream. His hands and nails were ten meters long. He refused to do a solid job. He had to use his nails to scratch his face.

Yan Jia frowned uncomfortably. Finally, he was woken up by the female ghost, and when he blinked, he found that the whole cat was lying on his pillow and scratching his nose.

The mouth was slightly pumped, and Jia Jia reluctantly hugged her into her arms. But soon he broke out and screamed at him, and his mouth groaned.

When Jia Jia suddenly woke up, he immediately sat up and Ye Jingzhi woke up.

Ye Jingzhi looked at this man with a stunned look. He didn't know what was going on. Yi Jia quickly turned on the light and looked down: "Hey?!"

The small black cat of the palm of the hand has red eyes at this moment, and the tears are flowing down. For the first time, Yi Jia knew that the cat would shed tears and runny nose. The little guy pitifully shrank in the arms of Zhao Jia, and his body trembled gently, and he saw that Jia Jia was distressed.

He hurriedly checked his body, and there was no trauma at all, but he kept screaming.

After a while, Ye Jingzhi whispered: "It’s quite like you."

Yi Jia turned his head: "I am quite like me?"

The mirror of the mirror: "Well, after you have finished eating the bowl of noodles, your eyes are also... red."

Yan Jia suddenly thought of an answer, a little unbelievably bowed his head and looked at the tears that still shed tears: "It won't... It won't be eating small fish, it's spicy?"

It should be late, and suddenly it became like this in the middle of the night. Yi Jia and Ye Jingzhi can only take it to a nearby hospital to see.

Before the feeding of the fish, I liked it. The fish was not spicy at all, just a small dried fish. He also specifically said that when ordering food with the hotel, the dried fish is for the cat. Is it true that the cats in Sichuan Province are so bad, can they still eat spicy? !

There is only one hospital in this mountainous area, and there is no pet hospital. There is really no way, and Jia Jia can only drive the car and take him to the county hospital for medical treatment. He just arrived at the hospital door and saw Chen.

Vice-Chairman Chen was very surprised to see him here. He asked: "Do you know that Fang Moting was injured?"

Yi Jiayi: "Injured?"

Deputy Director Chen knew that he did not know. When he got together, he whispered, "Well, I am going to send you a message. When Fang Yingdi took photos at night, he was suddenly smashed by props and shed a lot of blood. Fortunately People are fine, and they don’t have a face. It’s just that you have to postpone the opponents with him for a while. Don’t say anything about it. Keep it secret. Fang Yingdi has no broken bones. His agent said that he can continue next week. Filming, let the outside media know bad."

Yi Jia nodded and promised.

Vice-Chan Chen did not take care of him again, and quickly went to the hospital to visit Fang Yingdi.

Qi Jia and Ye Jingzhi found a doctor to help see a doctor. The doctor still really looks at the pet's illness. He casually touches his abdomen and looks at the chubby face that cried to the pear flower with rain. He said with no emotion: "Spicy Now, open some medicine, go back and drink. This cat can't eat spicy, pay attention to it."

Yi Jia did not understand: "Doctor, we only gave it a little dried fish today. I also tasted a bit before eating, not spicy."

The doctor wrote a medical record in the dragon and danced: "The spicy degree that you can eat, it is a cat, you can't eat it. Well, let it eat cat food, then drink some medicine, it will be good soon."

Yan Jia holds the case and goes to buy medicine.

Handling all the things is already at five in the morning. Because she suddenly didn't need to film the next day, Zhao Jia was not in a hurry. He sat in the garden of the hospital and confirmed that he really slept, only gently picked it up and got up and left.

"You are very good to it..." The low male voice rang softly.

Yi Jia turned to the head and said with a smile: "Well, of course I have to be good with it. This year, it has been with me."

Ye Jingzhi asked: "What about Chen Tao?"

Yan Jia smiled: "Taozi has his own work and friends. It is impossible to stay with me all the time. Last night, I returned to the community, and suddenly I came out of the grass and hugged my feet. I don’t want to let go. I’m just a fate... I’m graduating, and I’m not sure I’m going to see you, and it’s coming.”

Under the slight light, Zhao Jia smiled softly, holding a cute little black cat, looking quiet and beautiful.

Ye Jing's quietly looked at him, and when he talked again, he suddenly moved his eyes away, and his ears were a little red.

The garden is behind the hospital building. To go to the gate, you must re-enter the building. Yan Jia held her cockroach and talked to Ye Jing, while walking into the building. He is saying that today, there is no need to film, the two can go to play nearby, suddenly stopped the sound, looking at the distance with a dignified look.

Ye Jingzhi is facing Zhao Jia, facing away from where he is looking. But at this moment, Ye Jingzhi suddenly licked his lips, his eyes were cold, and he turned his head slowly, looking at the place where Yi Jia looked.

The morning sun is about to rise, but the hospital building is still cool, and the pungent smell of disinfectant water permeates the corridor.

At 5 o'clock in the hospital building, the nurse on duty turned the medical record on the nurse's desk, and the pale white light shone steadily. There was no one in the corridor - except for Jia Jia, Ye Jingzhi, and a black shadow. .

The black shadow of the group was very short, only to the knees of Zhao Jia. The black shadow condenses into a group of black shadows under the light. Even without the yin and yang eyes, you can see a gray spot on the ground from the corridor, floating left and right.

Yan Jia looked cold and looked at the shadow quietly. He watched the black shadow drifting into the middle of the hospital corridor, suddenly turning a corner, passing through the door and drifting into a ward.

For a long time, Yi Jia turned to look at Ye Jingzhi, Ye Jingzhi also looked at him.

Both of them did not say anything. Qian Jia thought for a long time and couldn't help but ask: "Master Ye, I can see ghosts from an early age, but I have lived for twenty-three years, never... I have never seen such a ghost. What a ghost?"

The hospital is one of the most sinful places in the mortal world. Yi Jia never doubts that he can see ghosts in the hospital, but what he just saw is a ghost, it is just a black lacquer yin!

The normal ghost, whether it is the low-lying free soul of the mana, or the most terrible female ghost he had seen in Lijiacun before, will have a specific form, not such a black yin.

In this case, Yi Jia only heard that Yu Yu said that when Saitama opened his yin and yang eyes to see himself, he saw a large group of yin and could not see the people inside.

Is that ghost so powerful? The yin is so heavy that you can't see the physical Chengdu?

But that's not right, even if it's a ghost, how can it be so short, short enough to get to his knees?

The look of Ye Jing was watching the fan tightly close to the ward door. He thought for a long time and said: "That thing may not be a ghost."

Qian Jia wrongly said: "Not a ghost?"

Ye Jingzhi solemnly nodded: "I think it should be Gu Man Tong."

Yi Jia did not hear the word "Gu Man Tong", Ye Jingzhi explained to him: "It is a little devil, raising a devil." He suddenly realized.

When Qian Jia traveled abroad, he had heard from the leader of the regiment that there was a strange witchcraft in Thailand called "raising a ghost."

The leader led a lot of tour groups and went to Japan, South Korea and Thailand. But when it comes to these four countries, the team leader wants to go to Thailand the most, not the worse-conditioned Vietnam, because: "Thailand even the drivers are all kidns!"

Many bus drivers in Thailand have placed a pot of flowers in front of the car. Many people only think that this is to keep the air in the car fresh, thinking that the driver is very sentimental, but I don't know that these drivers will put some sacrifices in front of the potted flowers every day, and talk to the potted flowers solemnly, as if they are raising a child.

What they have raised is the little devil.

Thai people believe that raising a devil is not terrible, as long as the little devil is well-fed and the devil is enshrined, the devil can bless his own promotion and health. If the conditions are a little worse, you will use potted flowers and a statue instead of a devil. If you have a better condition, you will find a dead devil, get the little devil's body, and put a **** at the house.

These people feed the little devils daily and let the devils "know" with themselves. They are more admired than the gods and gods, and they worship the imp, three times a day. Perhaps they think that raising a devil is a good thing, but in the eyes of the Chinese people, they feel that it is too horrible to raise a ghost.

Ye Jingzhi said: "In China, raising a ghost is a kind of sorcerer. Thirty years ago, a predecessor of the Qianshan faction went astray, and used the evil spirits to raise the imp, killing dozens of celestial divisions. The predecessors were young. I was a good friend with my master. Master learned about this, and he was dismissed by the deity. Together with Yan Xiuzhen, he disposed of him."

Yi Jia seized the key point: "Does the little ghost be a sorcerer? Then this little ghost suddenly appeared here. Is there any magic weapon used by someone?"

Ye Jingzhi shook his head and said: "The little devil was not the Chinese ghost, but the ancient Man Tong of Thailand. Only the people of the metaphysical circles in China will have such magical skills, but the power is endless. But in Thailand, Gu Mantong is not complete. It is a kind of magic, and some ordinary people will use it properly, just like raising a fox, it will not cause big problems."

Since that was not a devil, it was not a devil in the Chinese magic, and Yi Jia did not care.

There is no point in catching that thing. There is still a master and a person who is raised. He does not need to do anything.

When the two men walked out of the hospital, Zhao Jia remembered one thing: "Speaking, I have heard people say that there are many people in China who raise small devils. Especially in the entertainment circle, there are rumors that there are many stars who raise little devils. After raising the devils, they Popularity will rise and it will be a big hit. Master Ye, have you heard of this kind of thing?"

Ye Jingzhi nodded: "This is not a rumor. There are indeed some stars who raise the little devils and raise the ancient Man Tong of Thailand."

Zhao Jia’s eyes turned and smiled and shook his head. “I probably guessed who the ancient Man Tong was raised. It should be Fang Moting. Fang Moting is in this hospital, the little devil is here, ten ** is what he raised."

Speaking of this, Yi Jia also remembered the incident that Fang Moting was injured last night, and also recalled that he heard about Fang Moting falling from the stairs last month. He felt strange in his heart: Gu Mantong did not help the owner to get good luck, and promoted his fortune. How was Fang Moting recently so bad, always an accident?

However, after thinking about it, he remembered that Master Ye had said that only when Gu Man Tong was raised would he have good luck. If he did not raise it, he might indeed suffer from disaster.

This kind of thing about raising a devil is very disliked, but if others do, he will not stop it.

Now that the little devil has an accident, Yan Jia is lazy to help. After all, there is a certain loss in the world. He and Fang Moting don’t know each other. This is because they have to raise a little devil. He does not need to manage this kind of idle thing.

Yan Jia and Ye Jingzhi left the hospital and drove back to the hotel.

At this time, just in the ward where the ancient Man Tong floated in, a pale man slowly woke up. As soon as he woke up, the agent next to him quickly stepped forward and said, "How, ink booth, nothing to do? Is the head still hurting? The doctor said that you are just a little concussion, and then the back of the head broke a hole, now it is sewn. Fortunately, no big deal, you are really scared me!"

Fang Moting frowned, wanted to speak, but could not speak. After a long time, he said with a hoarse voice: "How is the crew?"

The agent patted the thigh: "How do you still think about filming! You look at you, how many things have happened recently. Go down the stairs, walk the sky, smash the pots, drive the brakes and still fail... I didn't have any If something big, even if it was so big last night, the angle of the props falling is not good, I will never see you again. No, this is too evil, we just came to Sichuan Province and went to worship the Buddha. Let's go."

Fang Moting thought about it and finally refused.

The agent went out to find a doctor. When he left, he said strangely: "What is going on here? We usually do good things every day, donate money to charities, and now we are unlucky every day?"

Fang Moting said with a wry smile: "Well, don't say it, I don't understand what is going on here."

The agent turned back and said: "Have you ever got anything wrong with it?"

Fang Moting thought for a moment and said: "You have been with me."

The agent nodded: "Yeah, I have been following you, we haven’t touched anything. And you are not the one that hates those gods. I went to Thailand to advertise last month, and you are not willing to go to them. I took a look at the temple. It’s amazing..."

The agent walked out of the ward and took the door.

Fang Moting was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, whispering softly: "...Do I really offend someone?"

In the ward, the black shadow of the group smiled and climbed from the corner of the bed to the bed a little. The black shadow slowly floated on Fang Moting's body, floated to his chest, and finally floated to his eyes.

The big star is still squinting and looking at the ceiling. A group of black things bowed their heads, smiled happily, and stared at him.

On the other hand, after returning to the hotel, Zhao Jia gave the donkey medicine and went out in the afternoon and Ye Jingzhi.

Sioux City is in the plains, and the highest mountain is just over three hundred meters. The water town has the softness of the water town, and the mountain city has the magnificent mountain city. The most important thing to do in Sichuan is to eat a special dish of Sichuan Province. With the small sugar pill of Ye Jingzhi, Zhai Jiayu tasted all kinds of delicious food unscrupulously, and finally realized why it was called "the land of abundance" here.

Yi Jia is happy to eat everywhere, and Ye Master is happy to see him eating all kinds of things.

When the two returned to the hotel, they were already awake, and the little one became a superhero. Ye Jingzhi left the innocent Qing Li to take care of the hotel. When they came back, they were playing with the innocent Qing Li. There was no such thing as Qing Li’s round belly on his knees, and he was soothed by it.

Looking at this scene, Yi Jia, while eating the spicy food that was packaged back, said with emotion: "It’s really fun to come out to travel. Master Ye, this time I can come to Sichuan with you, it’s so lucky, otherwise I will come here alone. I can't eat anything at all." After a pause, Yi Jia added: "Not only this, Master Ye, it's good to travel with you, worry. This time you have just time, next time we will be together again. Travel, how about?"

Ye Jingzhi nodded: "Good."

Qian Jia asked: "Do you have time recently?"

Ye Jingzhi thought: The Tianshi Congress has already taken time off and has time.

"Have."

Yan Jia smiled: "Then we went to Chang'an to find a baby to play. Although I can't get into the Tomb of the First Emperor, he can't get out now, but it's good to go there and have a look at him. The last time was too hasty."

He said that he did not talk to Ziying for several days. He touched the imprint of his palm and quickly got in touch with Ziying. He told Ziying that he might go to Xi'an to see him next month. Ziying smiled and promised, and added a sentence: "I have to finish junior high school physics, Yi Jia, is it convenient to burn high school physics to me?"

Yu Jia, who was stunned by the school boy: "!"

After a month of self-study of junior high school physics, I am stunned by you! ! !

Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum.

The First Emperor's Mausoleum has seven floors. The bottom layer is the Changsheng Temple. There is only one long mercury river in the temple. Daqin Guoshi Xu Fu has the means of Haotian, this Mercury River can not see the head and tail, like the river, the mighty. On the third floor, the light is much dimmed. It is not as full of yin as the seventh layer. The yin is thinner here, but it is much more than the outside world.

On the third floor of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, there is only one empty hall. Originally, there was a Tai Ajian and a Hessian scorpion in this hall. Now all of them are on the child's body. He himself carefully and eagerly flips through a book and raises his head from time to time to operate a small wooden block in front of him. .

When Qin Shihuang went into the mausoleum, he saw the scene where his son bowed his head and experimented.

The first emperor's father walked two times in the palace, and the baby looked at the small wooden block from the top of the **** to the end. The first emperor walked another round, and the baby was still buried in the formula, not paying attention to his arrival.

First Emperor: "..."

If this is what Zhao Jia has seen, she must definitely conquer the thigh of the child. He never imagined that the child is not good at language, not English, but physics! You see, the junior high school physics has just finished learning. The cover of the high school physics textbook has not yet been seen, and the children and children have thought of the small wooden block problem.

A ghost who has been dead for more than two thousand years is so good at physics, Newton's coffin board can't be pressed anymore!

Ziying is so obsessed with physics, but the emperor is not angry, but walked around the palace again. When I found out that my son still didn't see myself, the emperor snorted heavily, and swung the big sleeves and smashed the small wooden blocks and skateboards in front of the baby.

The child was slightly stunned, and he looked up to see his father and immediately saluted: "Father."

Qin Shihuang glanced at him indifferently, his voice indifferent: "What about the book?"

Zi Ying respectfully put the junior high school language up.

- Yes, the first emperor's father is still reading elementary school mathematics, primary school English, and also read the Chinese native language to the junior high school level.

When the Emperor took the book, he left without looking at the child. After he left the hall completely, the child and the baby got up from the ground.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of his father's departure. The wide black robes cut the thin and thin body thinner. He watched it quietly for a long time, then smiled and shook his head and returned to the empty palace. In the center, waved a small wooden block and skateboard.

However, the child did not expect that the first emperor was in a good mood today. He did not fly directly back to the seventh floor of the Changsheng Hall. Instead, he walked down from the third floor, and looked at the language documents by the way. When he reached the fourth floor, a harsh sound suddenly sounded.

On the third floor, the child has long been used to it. He calmly applied a sound insulation enchantment and continued to do experiments.

I have always been pampered on the seventh floor, never thought that the first few layers of noise would be so big, the first emperor father: "..."

"Who dares to be so arrogant before the mausoleum!"

Outside the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, the Lushan people touched the long beard and said with a carelessness: "Yu Xiu Daoyou, not the old man said, you have been too focused on the ghosts of these years, not paying attention to the enchantment and other such spells. Today's The problem is very simple. It is not that one hundred enchantments cannot be unified. How can they not be added together?"

Although Xiu Xunzhen is the first in the metaphysical world today, but the people are very modest, accepting the criticism of the Lushan people: "Yushan Daoyou, how do you think?"

Lushan Taoist laughed and said: "Simple, all the enchantments of this enchantment are concentrated at the same point. The so-called Daosheng one, one life two, two students three, three things all things! The zero is the whole, the whole is Zero, so you can really make this hundred **!"

When Yan Xiuzheng’s eyes lit up, he quickly arranged for the Tianshi to be arranged and joined himself.

In the ears of mortals, this piece of wasteland is silent, and there is no sound at all. But in the ears of the lonely ghosts in the ten miles, the noise of the rumble was so loud that they covered their ears and flew away from here.

Every time the Tianshi arranged a lineup, it made a loud bang.

The ghosts of ten miles away are still like this. In the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, which is directly below, the First Emperor is the same voice as the thunder of this road, and it is very angry.

Lushan Taoist is one of the most masters in the metaphysical world who is good at enchantment. He touches his beard and helps Yan Xiuzhen to arrange this enchantment. It is most difficult to merge the first enchantment with the second enchantment into the same place. When you finish this, the enchantment at the bottom is much easier.

In the mausoleum, the First Emperor stood in the passage of the fourth floor palace and the fifth floor palace, and his eyes were cold and looked up.

Suddenly, a small golden dot appeared in front of him.

Wearing a black robes, the one-year-old emperor hand-held language documents, calmly watching, as if this golden dot is who wants to harm him, he is not afraid, facing each other.

If you have thousands of spells, you will completely collapse.

However, this golden dot looks...it seems to be nothing threatening. The emperor stood waiting for a long time, and did not wait until someone wanted to use this small dot to murder himself. Instead, he saw that the dot was getting bigger and bigger and brighter.

Outside the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the Lushan Taoist said: "There is only the last enchantment, continue!"

Yan Xiuzhen admired: "In the past millennium, no predecessor can solve the problem of the integration of 100 enchantments. You are really a singer in the 500 years."

The people of Lushan are not ashamed: "There are five awards for the awards, and there are almost three hundred years, and hahahaha."

In the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the Emperor of the Ages carefully looked at this little golden point in front of him. Suddenly, the golden point released thousands of golden lights. The emperor hangs his throat, and then waved calmly, and the yin rushed to the golden point, then...

boom!

"what!"

Outside the mausoleum, more than 30 Tianshi were hit by a huge impact and hit a hundred meters away. The Lushan Taoist and the Xiu Xunzhenjun had a high mana. They were only ten meters away from this force and they stabilized their footsteps. But Lushan Taoist looked up and said: "Ah! The old man just arranged the enchantment, how suddenly did it? How is it?!!!"

Yan Xiuzhen sighed: "This hundred enchantments are really difficult to arrange, and they are broken at the last minute. You are going to continue to work hard."

Lushan Taoist: "..."

Who wants to continue working hard with you! The old man wants to go home, the old man wants to eat and sleep to play the game! ! !

At this time, there is a thunder cloud in the sky. Yan Xiuzheng looked up and waved the clouds: "Yushan Daoyou, your method may actually be effective. You see, this Lingxiao has dropped Thundercloud and warned you of your enchantment."

岐山道人: "@$%@#$!#!"

Outside the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the Heavenly Masters packed up the endgame, and the Lushan Taoist people buried their heads to figure out how to integrate the 100 enchantments. Just a few kilometers away from the entrance to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum, just eight o'clock in the morning, many tour groups stood at the door, waiting for the museum to open.

Suddenly a loud noise, the tourists of the tour group turned their heads and looked at it. They only took a look and looked back without interest.

"Hey, what kind of Cowes is playing with it. My son also plays this Cowes class. I don't understand what young people are thinking about now, wearing these strange clothes..."

Under the old tree in front of the museum, a tall man in a black robes slammed into the tree, which stabilized his figure.

The Emperor never imagined that he was just trying to break a small gold point and was entangled in one after another. This hundred enchantments did not give him a sense of danger, but he felt that it was a little difficult, but with it, he even noticed that Ling Xiao’s attention to him was a hundred times less!

So the Emperor took a step forward, stepped out of the number, went straight out of the mausoleum, and then... well, then hit the tree in front of the Terracotta Warriors Museum.

Holding a Chinese textbook in one hand, the handsome tall man felt the breath of his body. At least 90 more enchantments were wrapped around him, blocking the peek and punishment of Ling Xiao.

The first emperor stepped out of the tree, and he was full of grace and temperament. He walked outside the tourist team, going against the current, without words, his eyes calm and arrogantly looking straight ahead, and the people around him were totally different. Many tourists looked at him curiously, whispering, but turned around, but they forgot what he looked like.

In this way, he did not see the big characters on the door of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and stepped away from his own collection library.

Only halfway through, suddenly a wretched voice rang from behind: "Hey, buddy, do you want to see the terracotta warriors? The terracotta warriors of Qin Shihuang, now only one hundred and two, look directly!"

boom!

The talking hawker was slammed down by a gust of wind and almost fell to the ground. He barely stood firm, looked up and instantly frightened. The man who had just stood 10 meters away and played COSPLAY suddenly stood in front of him, his thin lips opened, and his tone was extremely cold: "I will say it again, what is the terracotta warrior?"

The hawker sang a "playing COSPLAY addictive", and then quickly smiled and said: "That is. I told you that the Terracotta Warriors of Qin Shihuang, behind this museum are fake, the country is going to lie to the foreigners, really All in our library. You go with me, I will take you to see the real terracotta warriors."

The hawker took a tricycle with the first emperor and slowly rode to the "Qin Shihuang terracotta warriors" not far away.

In front of the real Terracotta Warriors Museum, the opening time is up, and all the tourists are happy to enter the gate and prepare to visit. However, these tourists have just arrived at the door, hehe! A huge old tree in front of the museum suddenly fell off the waist and fell to the ground, splashing a burst of dust.

All the people were shocked, and the security guards of the museum rushed over to see the situation.

At this time, the small tricycle had already rode in front of an inconspicuous house. The hawker ran off the car, smiled and reached out: "There is a terracotta warrior, give money!"

The first emperor: "..." After a while, the emperor's father smacked his sleeves: "There is no money."

Hawker: "Hey, what are you? You are, I am Qin Shihuang! Don’t be foolish with Laozi! I, Qin Shihuang, give money!"

Emperor Qin Shihuang:"……"

The author has something to say: Lushan Taoist: Yes, the old man is a rare magician who has seen it for three hundred years! [Touch the beard

嶒秀真君: The poor road kills you! ! ! ! ! !

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I have a little thought, I want to add more tomorrow... It feels a bit difficult, you think. . . Can add even more tomorrow...=0=

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