I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 164 The old friend is coming, Xue Ye presents a poem

night and day.

Yu Chen recruited a large number of Yin soldiers.

Although, he did intend to test the power of the army of the underworld, but it was difficult to use it in Jinling City.

Thousands of Yin soldiers, let alone looking for trouble, even if they threw a stick into Jinling City, the terrifying scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night is enough to shake the entire Jinling government.

After taking away the Yin soldiers, Yu Chen returned to the room.

And at this moment, the old man Wensheng also interrogated those ghosts from Wangfu Village who crossed the river.

——Although they are not from the border of Weishui, after being transformed into human beings, they are no longer obliterated by the rules of heaven and earth, and have been reincarnated instead.

In addition, it is a pity that the cycle of reincarnation has not yet covered Jinling, otherwise a monster such as the Qingming Demon King would have to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

The old man Wensheng returned to the house guarding the mausoleum, looking at the rising sun in the east, wondering what he was thinking.

While drinking the steaming hot porridge, Yu Chen casually asked, "Old man, what are you going to do with your junior brother?"

Earlier, Zhao Wei came up first.

The old man Wensheng sensed that the other party had his own spirit, and scared one person and one ghost enough, and once thought it was a vicious scene of killing the same family.

But when I saw it later, hey, no!

The old man Wensheng was hacked by his own student Wu Yong with a sword in tears, and there was no trace of Zhao Weixian in the whole incident.

Why did Zhao Weixian have the spirit of a literary sage? One person and one ghost can't figure it out.

But it is obvious that if the old man Wen Sheng's last wish is to be fulfilled, the god is absolutely indispensable.

After all, without God, the two of them don't even know what old man Wen Sheng's last wish is.

After listening, the old man Wensheng was silent for a long time, before he opened his mouth and said: "I think that you can get in touch with the old man's junior first—there should be something hidden in it."

Yu Chen nodded, but his heart was troubled.

How do you get in touch?
He is the dean of Hede Academy, the number one Confucian in Jinling, and the state pastor will respect him when he sees him.

How do you get in touch with a grave watcher?

After thinking about it, Yu Chen temporarily put it on hold, and will talk about it when he has a chance.

Not long after, the sun was high and the wind and snow were much lighter.

A postman crossed mountains and seas and brought a letter to Yu Chen from Weishui County.

The letter was written by the magistrate of Lao County, that is, Yu Chen's father's former immediate superior, and asked Yu Chen how he was doing recently.

Along with the letter, there was also a bank note, saying that he wanted to send something, but because of the long distance, he might as well discount it, and let Yu Chen go and buy some delicious food by himself.

At the end, he also mentioned that Ji Qiu, the corpse mover, planned to come to Jinling recently - he was originally from Jinling, a bloody knight, and was finally recruited by Laozhi County and Yu Tiesheng.

Said that he had been busy in Weishui recently, and it happened that his brother in Jinling had something to do with him, so he simply asked for a leave of absence, and also came to see Yu Chen and so on.

After reading it, Yu Chen also wrote back a letter, declaring that he was safe, and handed it to the postman to send it away.

After lunch, Yu Chen looked inside at the Sea of ​​Qi.

I found that since I killed the Qingming Demon King that day, the progress of life qi in my body hitting the dantian has increased a lot.

In this way, it seems that within a few days, he will be able to break through the realm of spirituality.

——I don’t know what my own ghost meeting is.

Anyway, according to the old man Wensheng, his spirit is a pen, what he writes is what he draws, and what he draws is what he draws.

After hearing this, Yu Chen almost blurted out and asked him if the old man still had a nickname called Ma Liang...

In short, the day goes by like this.

It wasn't until the evening of the third day after the demon king of Qingming fell to death that Qing Huan, who was wearing two meatball heads, jumped up the mountain again.

Yu Chen prepared meat and vegetables, and the two had a big meal with laughter and laughter.

During the dinner, Qing Huan chatted endlessly about her life in the academy.

Said that the uncle was already teaching her how to use Wen Yuqi at this moment, and he was excited about it, and he happily performed it for Yu Chen.

Just listening to her read a poem about "fire", a cluster of flames the size of a human head emerged out of thin air in her hand, crackling and burning.

Looking at the little girl's expectant look, Yu Chen joked with a smile, saying that when he comes back from school, he must protect him, a delicate and frail grave watcher.

The little girl smiled immediately, showing two dimples, clenched her fists and said that whoever dares to bully Xue Yuchen in the future will have his head smashed!
After eating for an hour, Yu Chen also learned about Qing Huan's daily life in Hede College.

It is worth mentioning that she has officially become a teacher.

But it was not Zhao Weixian who worshiped, but... old man Wensheng.

I heard that this was what Zhao Weixian meant. He said that since it was the ghost of the senior brother who discovered such a good seedling, he should naturally worship him.

And he himself, on behalf of his brother to teach apprentices.

As soon as this decision came out, Hede Academy didn't have much to say.

However, the high-level officials of various departments of the Jinling government were not happy. They knew that the old man Wensheng was a small group of people who had committed crimes, so they immediately found Zhao Weixian and told him that this was wrong.

But in the face of these opposing voices, Zhao Weixian directly sent him the two words.

- Get out!
Be opinionated.

So, Qing Huan somehow became the disciple of the old man Wen Sheng.

But for this girl, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, she already thought that Zhao Weixian was her respected teacher.

But when it comes to Zhao Weixian, girl Qing Huan frowned, as if she was troubled.

When Yu Chen asked, he suddenly understood.

It turned out that the New Year had passed, and Zhao Weixian's birthday was approaching.

Everyone in the academy is busy preparing congratulatory gifts for the dean!

Qing Huan felt that since he was so kind to him, he must pay back!
But the question is, what to give?
Not to mention that she didn't have much money, even if she had money, if she sent some gold, silver and jewels, the Confucian scholar would not accept it.

So, the little girl found another way, thinking that her uncle loved snow all her life, so she wanted to write two poems about snow to him.

——It just so happens that she is learning to compose poetry recently, isn't she?
But I wasted a lot of papers in a row, and I didn't write anything I was satisfied with. I am not satisfied with this, so why give it to my uncle?
—Perhaps this is the difference between genius and mediocrity.

The old man Wensheng sighed after hearing this.

Some people are talented but self-aware, and some people are indestructible but hold two lines of saliva poems as treasures at the bottom of the box.

After hearing this, Yu Chen knew what he was thinking, but he didn't answer.

Because his brain exploded suddenly!
——Aren’t you still thinking about how to get in touch with Zhao Weixian?

Sleepy is here to send pillows!
Isn't the opportunity here?

So, he picked up the pen and swiped the brush, and the pen went like a dragon and snake, directly wrote a few lines of poems, and handed them over to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan couldn't see the good or bad, just scratched his head and accepted it.

"If you really can't think of it, take these two sentences, it should be considered a gift." Yu Chen told her.

——Of course he doesn't know how to write poems, even Yang Lei's doggerel is difficult to write.

But in the memory of the previous life in my mind, there are too many ancient quatrains.

Come at your fingertips.

After Qing Huan thanked her, it was getting late, Yu Chen sent her down the mountain to the gate of Hede Academy, watched the little girl walk in before leaving.

Walking around the street for a while, the old man Wen Sheng followed him all the time, and asked Yu Chen where those lines of poems came from with some horror.

Yu Chen perfunctorily said that he thought of it himself.

The old man Wensheng rolled his eyes, meaning that you don't have a clue in your heart?

Only then did Yu Chen change his words and say that he saw it in the revolving lantern of a down-and-out poet when he was a judge before.

Only then did Wen Sheng believe it, and sighed.

It is a pity that such a talented person has not been discovered by the discerning eye.

Yu Chen ignored his exclamation, went to the theater to listen to a play, drank a bowl of tofu nao on the street, and then wandered to Wanjialing.

It's worth mentioning that, I don't know if it's because of Yu Chen's role as a ghost judge. Recently, there have been a lot of dramas with those judge characters in the theater.

——Even if the government hadn't issued a arrest warrant, Yu Chen even doubted that they would directly make up the several cases of the underworld judge into dramas and put them on stage.

After all, it's about making money, not about it.

While Yu Chen was thinking this way, he walked to Fuze City, a certain commercial street, when suddenly there was the sound of rushing horseshoes behind him.

Several tall horses galloped past with the logo of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce.

The leader said "excuse me" while throwing some copper coins on both sides of the street as an apology.

The common people also happily stepped aside and picked up the copper coins.

And Yu Chen actually knew the person at the head!
——Zhou Li.

The deacon of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce who had quarreled with his father in Weishui County for many years and almost never saw him for the last time.

It was Yu Chen who used paper figurines and paper equestrianism to contain the ghosts of old Mr. Zhou, and just now let this "unfilial son" see his father for the last time.

At this moment, Zhou Li looked very anxious.

Leading the people, leading the carriage, and galloping all the way.

There was a clanging sound from the carriage pulling the goods, and one could tell it was something of gold and silver.

Yu Chen didn't know why he was in such a hurry, but after listening to the discussions among the people around him, he probably understood a little bit.

It is said that a bunch of goods from the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce went out of the city recently, but they were seized by a group of well-known horse thieves along with the people and the goods.

Zhou Li rushed to save the scene with the ransom!

As for this group of horse thieves, the common people also have different opinions. It is said that they are entrenched in the "Yinwuze" area, and the scale is very large. In the past, the chamber of commerce would pay the protection fee in advance to pass safely.

There were even rumors that the horse thief boss was in contact with a certain adult in Jinling, so the Jinling government repeatedly suppressed the bandits, but they couldn't even find the other person.

All kinds of rumors, Yu Chen heard it and let it go, he didn't care, went back to Wanjialing, fell asleep,

It wasn't until the next morning that a burst of mourning sounded, which woke him up.

Go out and have a look!
Good guy!
you again!
Zhou Li!

At this moment, the young deacon of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce led people up the mountain.

It's just that he's not as anxious as last night.

Instead, with a look of grief and indignation, he clenched his fists tightly, and his nails almost sank into the flesh of his palm.

Behind him, more than a dozen coffins were carried up, and paper money was scattered all over the sky.

Under the yellow paper, there are ghosts and shadows.

(End of this chapter)