Nan Chan

"Tianjia nine years, Chu Lun went to Beijing to take the test. This trip made him fall for the second time. For this reason, he returned to the center. He did not take the Xijiang waterway, but took the carriage down south. He was entangled and made a stop for him along the way. This year was originally unremarkable, but I thought about it later, from this year, Chu Lun recognized Liu Chengde."

Qian Qian leaned on the side of the squat and looked at Zuo Qing. He hid the body of Zuo Qingyi under the Huashang Inn. The town was filled with ice and surrounded by the collection of Zuo Qingyu.

"How do you know that this year?" The sky was wearing a new dress brought by the joyful words. When he was wearing a belt, he looked at it sideways. Seeing that Jinglin supported the first fake, he did not really fight.

"I checked the ranks of the Inspectorate. In the 9th year of Tianjia, Liu Chengde patrolled the South. Not only did he coincide with the route of Chu Lun, but even the time met. They both met in the south, and it was after this trip. In the letter, Chu Lun frequently mentioned that Liu Chengde could trust the letter.” Qian Qian said softly, “At the time, the situation was in crisis, and people in Beijing had begun to doubt Zuo Lang. Liu Chengde came too smart, and Zuo Lang urgently needed help. At the time, he met with Zuo Lu and Chu Lang, telling Zuo Lang that the case was not in the teeth, but in the court. Zuo Lang also met this time and thought that Liu Chengde’s virtue was outstanding, so he went under the door of Liu Chengde. In the name of teachers and students, it is convenient to act."

"Since he can deceive Zuo Qingyu, it is not surprising that he can fool Chulun." The sky sat down and said, "What later?"

"It’s still ten years in Tianjia. Zuo Lang’s hands on the father’s brother’s hands are not well monitored and indulged in all the way. The emperor will also go to the DPRK. He will hear the matter and call the local governments involved in the case to enter the Beijing newspaper, but Everyone who arrives has insisted that there is no such thing, and the left family has been blamed for its reputation." Qian said, "Zuo Lang is cautious, and if he does not have any exact evidence, he will never act rashly. At that time, Liu Chengde secretly Ting, let Zuolang become more grateful. But at this time, Liu Chengde persuaded Zuolang and Chu Lun to suspend the exchanges, so that Zuolang and Chu Lun’s subsequent news exchanges will be described by him."

"Bridge." Jing Lin suddenly blinked, so said.

"Bridge?" The sky turned to think, remembering their conversation in the copper bell. Jinglin once speculated that Zuo Qingyi and Chu Lun still had news after ten years from Tianjia, but they no longer rely on letters, but some channels, but they did not expect Liu Chengde.

"How could I not think of it." Jing Lin frowned and pointed his eyebrows. "Liu Chengde is an inspector of the censorship. He can use his duties to enter and exit Kyoto. He has won the trust of both of them. If you can pass the news, only It can be him."

"Yes, it can only be him." Qian said, "The news of Tianjia eleven years was passed by Liu Chengde, and the situation became more and more tense. The DPRK has already pointed to Zuolang, and the left family The situation in Beijing was getting more and more difficult. The case was imminent, and the stalemate was only a few months. Liu Chengde was ordered to go to Dongxiang for inspection. He once again met with Chu Lun. However, this time, he did one thing."

"What is it?"

The millennium stood up and poured a cup of tea at the table. When it was picked up, it lifted up the net and said: "Liu Chengde sent a pen to Chu Lun."

The net Lin’s heart suddenly sinks, and his face does not change, saying: “A pen?”

"It is the pen and the demon that brought the variables." Qian Qiang looked up and drank. "I have not explored the life spectrum of Chu Lun, but I have a lot of heart for Zuo Lang. According to the life spectrum, Zuolang In the 12 years of the champion, the emperor was violently killed in the 17th year. The new emperor Zuolang will thoroughly investigate these cases. One of the locals can not escape! Dongxiang, Xitu, Qunbei, Nanxia, ​​but the size of the case Officials all show Dali Temple. The Asahi era clear, the old case Zhao Xue, Zuo Lang so as to climb the cabinet, the world is frank! There is no Chu Lun at all, nor should there be Chu Lun, but Liu Chengde sent Chu Lu this pen when it was urgent "There is a hateful color in the eyes of the millennium. "This pen changes the lifeblood and disturbs the way of life, causing Zuo Lang to go to jail and suffer from that torture!"

"This pen." Jing Lin vaguely had more speculation, which made his always determined thoughts once again overthrown and messed up into a mess. He frowned and said, "How do you know that this pen has the power to change the lifeblood?"

"I don't know." Qianfu helped the table to lean over, and the fox's eyes were poisonous. "If I knew, I must kill Liu Chengde first, and then fold this pen. It is because I don't know, I let him fall into it." Chu Lun's hand. I later entered Huangquan, and found that the life spectrum has been turned over by people, and it has changed beyond recognition. Under this day, there are pens with such special energy, but only those of Ningning Xian! But how strange! The sage is not aware of it? He throws this pen in the middle of the cross--Is it true that the gods in the nine days have fallen to participate in personnel and work for the tiger?!"

Jing Lin said: "Jining is straightforward, and there are twists and turns in this matter."

"I don't believe it." Qian said in a word, "I don't believe in the gods and demons under this day. I only believe in my eyes. If they all participate in it, even if they are Yu Nianxian, even nine days. Junshen, I will list them one by one, let them pay for Zuolang."

The net Lin finger half covered the narrow eyes. He stared at the millennium and said, "If you have this ability, Zuo Qingyi will not die in prison."

Thousands of lips are red, his breathing is short, and his fingers are tight.

"You are personally attached to the mortal, and then killing the souls. If you chase after the soul chasing or the division, you will invest in the animal. Just put a few strokes on your life record, let alone be a demon, that is, when the animals are hard to save their lives." "Net Lin closed her eyes tiredly, and after a long while, said, "Do you know why I am coming?"

At the beginning of the millennium, he snorted: "I heard it is for a bell."

"It’s just an excuse." Jing Lin said, "I came for Zuo Qing."

The Millennium immediately retired and said, "You, you..."

When Jing Lin blinked again, he was already deserted. He said: "There is no difference. We are both entrusted. Zuo Qingyi’s entrustment is only three words. If you can calm down, I will tell you." Net Lin, but Lin Lin turned up the teacup and turned the corner. "But you can't follow us and continue to investigate."

"I won't let go..."

"How long can the Zuo Qing dynasty body last? One month, one year? He has already died." Jing Lin said coldly, "He will rot in your eyes and disappear, and you have no chance to return to the soul."

"What is this with you! I have my own way."

"This has nothing to do with me." Jing Lin said, "It's just related to Zuo Qingyi's commission."

"You lied to me." Qian Hao stared at him. "Zuo Lang and I are inseparable. He will not take care of what I am commissioning."

"It's like you think that life is a sure thing." Jing Lin said.

The millennium was inconspicuous and said: "If you really help, why not allow me to check!"

"I am not helping you." Jing Lin said, "Zuo Qingyi is a useless thing. Your imperative is not here. Even if I ask you to check, you will stop here. You are a fox, you have crossed the border, now I will trace these things, unless you have the same life as Hua Chang. But your foxtail has been broken, and now it will only hinder my fault. I am entrusted by Zuo Qingyi to give you directions and bury this. With a corpse, go to Huangquan to leave the mouth and other individuals."

"Who are you waiting for?"

Jing Lin smiles like a smile: "Who will wait for you in this life."

Thousands of people suddenly opened their eyes, and he grabbed the sleeves of Jinglin, and screamed: "Ghosts took his soul. When I chased Huang Quan, I was wrong. Didn't he still have a tire?"

"Ghosts know." Jing Lin pulled out his sleeves from his hands and said, "Ghosts have always been lazy, you wait, maybe."

"If you lie to me," said Qian Qian, "you..."

Net Lin suddenly and rightly, said: "There are many souls from Tianjin, there are not 10,000 and there are eight thousand. You have to find one by one, one by one. But if you miss this time, you will not see it."

Qian Qian, Jing Lin got up and said: "Zuo Qingyi's commission is only three words."

Millennial said: "...you said."

Jing Lin said: "Can't put it down."

Thousands of times suddenly red eyes, he turned his head and looked at the coffin, silently, and believed in eight points.

When I came out, the sky crashed into the ground and used his chest to reach his shoulder. He whispered, "Don't you say that Zuo Qingyi left early?"

“Yeah.” Jing Lin said, “Not bad.”

The sky looked at his calm eyebrows and said, "Ah," he said, "You yell at him."

"Yeah," said Jing Lin.

"Hey what he does." Cang said, "If he can't find it, isn't it more painful than not looking."

"You are not saying." Jing Lin looked up. "Don't forget that he left the Qing Dynasty. If you don't forget, remember to die."

"No." Cangwu blocked the road of Jinglin and said, "You have seen this case and you have found the person of Ningning, fearing that there will be many follow-ups. He is being wiped out. So, this case is really about nine days. People in the world?"

Jing Lin slammed the lips. He looked at the rain without any intention, and then squatted with the sky, and when he was indulging, he said: "Liu Chengde in the Qinglou released a town door to stop you, right?"

"The whip god." The sky said, "It tastes like paper."

Net Lin couldn't bear to see him and said, "Have you eaten?"

The heart of the sky is not good, and he replied with suspicion: "... ate half and spit it out."

"That is really paper." Net Lin thought about it, and patted the shoulders of the sky quietly, silently.

The sky has changed and said: "Paper?!"

"That is painting art." Jing Lin said, raising his hand and painting the sky in the air. "The spirit is pen and ink, and the painting is alive. People who are powerful in the nine days can leave the paper painting. The drunk mountain can't, but Dongjun can."

Qingguang swam with the fingertips of Jinglin, and suddenly became a fat man in the rain curtain. The squid "plopped" jumped into the rain, swimming a few times in the air, turning into a green man.

"In other words." The coffin leaned against the column and looked at the net Lin. "The gods can get away from the paper, but the day's whip is covered on paper."

"The mystery is here." Jing Lin said, "Even if it is a painting, no one can paint so delicately. There are not many people who have this painting on the top of the nine days."

"Since the demon is your brother, can't he paint?"

"Tao Di was stubborn from childhood." Jing Lin paused in the sky and said, "In addition to painting the old turtles, the rest are all painted cats and mice, and the wolves are rabbits. That is fine to the armor pattern. The town gate god, he is not necessarily painted for five hundred years."

The sky looked at the rain and said: "Sure enough, it involves nine days."

"Not only that, but we also know more."

"For example?"

Net Lin wiped the raindrops on the back of his hand and said: "As far as I know, there is only one person who can draw this point."

Cangwu said: "Sui Ningxian?"

Net Lin did not answer, but said: "Drunken mountains are not seen for many days, I really miss."

"You missed the drunken mountain, or missed his righteousness." Cangwu laughed inexplicably. "It seems that we have to blink once again."

Jing Lin shouldered and said: "I am not familiar with him."

Cangwu learns tongue: "Who is convinced that ‘I don’t believe in music, but believes in Ning’? Old acquaintances are not reliable.” He patted his strong arms to show his magnanimity and his past.

Net Lin kicked his calf, and the sky retreated. Net Lin went one step further, the kick was kicked, but the upper body was stretched out by the sky and pulled into the arms. He widened his head and walked in the rain with a net Lin.

After a few steps, Lin said: "...with an umbrella."

The sky looked at the night rain, and said to Jing Lin: "The effort of a few steps." He paused and said, "This looks like a scent." You have me, I have you, and quickly squeeze the fox. The fragrance of my body, my taste is best."

Jing Lin an umbrella poked in his half waist, "squatting" to open a plain paper umbrella.