I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 333

Yangzhou is named after Yangjiang River.

Compared with Huai River, the Yangjiang River is even bigger. From north to south, it is vast and mighty. The river basin it passes through may not be hundreds of thousands of miles, and it almost crosses half of the land.

The rivers on land are only under the Yellow River.

It surrounds Jiangdu, flows through the entire Yangzhou, and converges with the Huaishui River and the Yellow River at the junction of Nanzhou and Yangzhou, which is called Sanjiangkou.

At this time, Jiang Zhou was riding on Teng Wu's back, walking slowly on the post road at Sanjiangkou.

He hung the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword on his waist, and held the Qiankun Gourd in his arms, taking a sip from time to time.

The expression is extremely enjoyable, so leisurely.

The green grain wine in the gourd is still harvested from the blood pool in Gucun cave.

Take a sip, the faint fragrance of rice, mixed with the vague smell of blood, lingering on the tip of the tongue.

It made Jiang Zhou feel a strange temptation, which has endless aftertaste.

Jiang Zhou thought that perhaps he had gotten used to the smell of blood during those six months, so he had this slightly changed perception.

"puff!"

Teng Wu snorted under his seat, turned his head frequently, and Ma Yan kept signaling to him, reminding Jiang Zhou that it was time to give him a drink.

You want Uncle Ma to leave again, and you don't give Uncle Ma a drink. Do you want to prostitute for nothing?
Jiang Zhou twitched his lips, handed out the gourd, and poured out a stream of pale green wine with traces of blood red.

Teng Wu looked up at the horse's head, opened his big mouth, and flicked his big tongue quickly, the horse's eyes showed enjoyment.

"Brother, what a handsome horse!"

"A horse can still drink, it's really rare!"

A few rough shouts came from behind.

Immediately there was a sound of hoofbeats, and several horses roared past him.

Immediately, there were several people of different shapes, tall, short, fat and thin.

Under the clothes, there are faintly visible muscles.

Passing by Jiang Zhou, there was a faint rush of heat.

That is the blood of a warrior.

Curious eyes flicked over him, to be precise, they flicked over Teng Wu under him and the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword at his waist.

A few of them were vaguely greedy.

"Don't make extra trouble..."

These knights quickly crossed the river and went away, only a clear voice came from afar.

Jiang Zhou just smiled and ignored it.

Still leisurely sipping and walking slowly.

The road to Jiangdu is not close, but if Jiang Zhou is willing, he can reach it in two or three days.

But he preferred to walk slowly.

Speaking of which, since he came here out of nowhere, he has never been so quiet as he is now.

First, all kinds of escape and survival.

It's hard to be more stable, and it's killing monsters, investigating cases, fighting injustices, and pleading for the people.

Thinking about it now, although there is no regret, I don't want to live like this again.

From the moment he walked out of Wujun and Nanzhou, Jiang Zhou decided that from now on, he would live a quiet and leisurely life.

Absolutely don't meddle in other people's business... Well, killing demons and eliminating demons is still necessary.

Otherwise how to upgrade?

However, he will no longer be busy chasing and killing monsters every day like he was in Wu County.

When they arrive in Jiangdu, they will buy a big house and live a peaceful life as a landlord and veteran.

After all, life is what matters.

demon?

It depends on who is unlucky to bump into his hand.

The function of Shishi belongs to the civil service system, and in name, it is in charge of the punishment, prison and law in the Sujing Division.

In fact, there is no specific function.

Many things are under the authority, but in fact, those things have special functions.

His scholarly history can be said to be dispensable.

It's not impossible to take care of it, but no one will listen to you, so you can only toss it yourself.

In a word, there is no real power, but the status is not low.

In terms of rank, he was a half-rank captain, but even General Jing Yao had no right to control him.

It can be described in one word: noble.

This order is actually a bit intriguing.

Based on his achievements in Wu County, it is not impossible to be promoted to General Jing Yao, to take charge of a region, or even to be granted a lord.

It happened to be such a dispensable and noble official position.

Before leaving, Fan Zhen had mentioned to him that the imperial court actually had a quarrel over his award.

Someone really said that he would be knighted and transferred to Yujing to serve.

However, under the insistence of his cheap prospective teacher, the Dazai Li Dongyang, he was transferred to Yangzhou and became a scholar.

Jiang Zhou didn't think that Li Dongyang would deliberately suppress him, it could only be that he had other deep meanings.

But he doesn't care anymore.

The office was just what he wanted.

In fact, without Su Jingsi now, he can also slay demons and demons.

But there's really no need.

After all, he has already experienced the benefits of being organized.

He didn't want to throw away just the information advantage of Su Jingsi.

Moreover, he is still far from being invincible now, and there is no harm in having Su Jingsi as his backer.

As a scholar, you don't have to work, you don't have any obligations, and you can enjoy many conveniences. Why not do it?
While pondering, Jiang Zhou let the mist carry him, and walked unsteadily along the post road.

Yangzhou is worthy of being the land of fish and rice in Daji. He walked this way, but he didn't see a single refugee, nor did he encounter bandits, robbers, ghosts and ghosts.

If this was changed to Nanzhou, it would be impossible.

But in this wilderness, it is also rare to see people.

After walking for half a day, I finally saw some people.

There was an intersection ahead, and a banner with the word "tea" was waving in the wind.

Jiang Zhou raised his head, set up an awning with his hands, looked at the somewhat dazzling sun, and knocked the fog with the heels of his feet.

Teng Wu understood, kicked off and ran towards the tea shop.

It has long wanted to go.

Did you really treat Uncle Ma as a horse envoy?
After riding for so long without giving a rest.

Get off Tengwu's back and throw it by the side of the road.

Ask Xiao Er to fill it with a bucket of tea, and then go straight into the tea shop.

There are already many merchants and tourists sitting here, most of them are carrying swords.

People from two tables glanced at him from time to time since he came in, and most of them glanced at Teng Wu who was sipping tea by the side of the road.

It was a few knights I met on the post road just now.

Seeing Jiang Zhou, they just grinned and looked away.

"The shopkeeper!"

"Is there a place to stay near here?"

Not long after Jiang Zhou sat down, he heard someone from among the people at the two tables shouting and asking.

The man who was busy with tea turned around and said, "Hey, if you want to talk about the nearest place, there is really nothing but our village, not to mention lodging, with a radius of tens of miles, our teahouse is the only place where we can rest Yes, if you want to settle down, those guys have to hurry up, there is a county town of Pingjiang fifty or sixty miles away."

"Fifty or sixty miles? Then how can we get there! Hey, shopkeeper, where is your village?"

Several people shouted.

Although Yangzhou is relatively peaceful, at night, if you stay in the wilderness, it is also very risky.

How can they not know that they have been away for a long time?
Many people in the tea shop were like them, eager to find a place to stay.

When they heard it, they all shouted.

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry everyone, our small village never keeps any strangers."

Everyone can't.

This kind of thing is common, and it is like this in ordinary villages.

It is very easy to invite disasters by letting strangers into the village at will.

The waiter at the tea shop suddenly said: "Shopkeeper, in fact, there is still a place to stay nearby."

The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, and he glared at Xiao Er.

"Ok?"

A few gangsters with sharp eyes suddenly said angrily: "You shopkeeper, you obviously have a place, so you just lie, why don't you let people tell you!"

"Could it be that your place is a black shop, and you still want to count on our brothers?"

The faces of the people in the tea shop suddenly changed, and they stared at the shopkeeper very unkindly.

The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and he didn't care about anything else, he hurriedly said: "Everyone, it's not that we don't talk about it, it's that the place is really evil, and we are thinking of you."

"There is a temple a few miles away, and the monks there are willing to stay with people who pass by, but...but that temple is haunted!"

He didn't hide it anymore, anyway, it's hard to persuade the damn ghost, there's no need to put himself in danger for these ignorant people.

　I've been working on the outline for the past two days, the update is slower, sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)