Weijia Village
The clouds were shrouded in darkness, and snowflakes fell from time to time. The night was dark. There were village heroes guarding the entrance of the village, wandering on the wall, lighting a torch, and illuminating the surroundings brightly.
Below, Fang Yongjie's wife was wrapped in thick clothes and was waiting in the winter breeze.
"call"
A cold wind stormed in with snowflakes, making her face hurt and turned red. The lady shivered, her hands tightly pinched her joints a little white.
The housekeeper felt a chill and quickly persuaded: "Madam, go in and roast the fire. Master suddenly fell ill. Madam, you can't fall ill anymore."
"It's okay, the True Lord is about to come. I'm waiting at the door, and it also makes me feel sincere."
She said this, choking, her eyes were red, and tears were about to fall. She held back, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes were trembling.
The days of happiness are not long, and they become today again in the blink of an eye. My husband fell ill, even if the pillar collapsed, anyone could fall down, but she couldn't.
"Dong, dong" There was a dense sound of horse hooves in the distance, breaking the tranquility.
"Who?" The people on the wall looked vigilantly. In the distance, a cavalry rushed over in the snow and the wind was rolled up. The guards couldn't help but be stunned. Looking from a distance, they saw that on the official road, the cavalry was in a clean and erected team, and in front of the brigade, there were whistlings coming, not entering the village, but kept running around to see the situation clearly, and some people ran back.
Soon, most of them rolled in, and the flags were raised, and it looked like there were about four hundred cavalry, three hundred were real iron cavalry, and one hundred were Taoist officials wearing Taoist uniforms. At this time, they lined up solemnly and exuded their majesty. There was no noise in the entire military formation.
The leader is Pei Ziyun. Although it seems that there is no major change when he meets him last time, he naturally has majesty.
"Is the True Lord here? Madam, can you open the door?"
Someone asked in a low voice, and the lady showed surprise on her face, scolding: "This is here to save her husband, how can she not open the door?"
Besides, the village could not resist this soldier, and the gate was now opened.
Pei Ziyun arrived at the village and jumped down immediately. He saw Fang Yongjie's wife at first sight.
"True Lord, you finally come, your husband is saved." The lady said this, her face excited, she covered her face and started crying: "If you don't come, he will not be able to stand it."
Pei Ziyun listened and felt a little nervous: "Take me to see."
He turned his head and said to his personal soldiers: "You bring your horse in and camp and rest."
"Please follow me." The housekeeper stepped forward and pointed it out, and said, "Your subordinate, I dare not say anything else, both hot rice and hot beds."
Pei Ziyun stepped inside, but the captain of the personal soldiers did not answer. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen personal soldiers rushed in, standing scattered and listening to the orders. In an instant, murderous aura was everywhere. A gust of wind and snow attacked, and the housekeeper shivered with a chill.
Pei Ziyun smiled and said, "Don't worry, other people can arrange hot meals and accommodation. These personal soldiers are rules. I don't like vain rituals, but as the commander of the army, these people are sons who cannot leave their daughter for a moment, so can't they sit in the hall!"
"You don't have to arrange food for my personal soldiers. They don't know how to use it. Just take me in and see your young master." After that, he ordered the housekeeper to enter. The Spurs made a tingling metal sound in the corridor. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a small courtyard full of bamboo. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong fragrance of medicine. He calmed down and saw that Fang Yongjie was lying on the sickbed, with a haggard face, pale face, concave eyes, and dying.
In the room, Fang's wife accompanied her to her side, bowed again, and said, "Husband, the True Lord is here."
"True Lord, please come back from the army to see me." Fang Yongjie opened his eyes, his eyes were dim and his voice was hoarse. When he was about to speak, something seemed to be in his throat, and tears couldn't help but shed: "With a confidant like you, I'll feel at ease even if I entrust my wife and children to you."
Fang Yongjie, who was once weak, was elegant and had a more elegant temperament, but now he was thinner and pale and pale.
Pei Ziyun breathed slowly and was silent for a moment. The life of mortals is so fragile, birth, old age, sickness and death. Once something happens, he cannot immediately be able to sigh.
"True Lord, my body is gradually recovering, but the child was just born and there was a problem immediately. Is it because I am poor and blessed..." Speaking of this, her tears flowed down her cheeks, and Fang Yongjie, who was lying down, also choked up and his body trembled.
"You go first, I have something to say privately." Pei Ziyun looked at Fang's wife and said, "Fang's wife was stunned for a moment, with doubts on her face.
"You go out first." Fang Yongjie looked at his wife, with nostalgia on his face, and even more worried, and waved his hand and said.
"Husband." Fang's wife was worried about her husband on the bed, gritted her teeth, looked at her before going out, and then slowly went out. Seeing her wife going out, Fang Yongjie looked dim: "True Lord, is my life span? "
"Not." Pei Ziyun said, stretching out his hand to take the pulse and frowned for a long time. His body was already exhausted. With the opening of the central dragon vein, he was moisturized. He gradually improved and had the hope of longevity. However, now, this part of the central dragon vein has been cut off and is even being drawn.
"It was someone who plundered your vitality and luck." Pei Ziyun said coldly.
Fang Yongjie had been taken away by someone before, but he didn't expect that such a thing would happen again.
"Why are you all coming to me? I have given up my blessings." Fang Yongjie closed his eyes and asked softly: "I just want to live longer with my wife and children..."
"Because you have blessings and more blessings, but if you don't have the power to protect it, it will become the source of your tragedy, and people will keep coming, today is it, tomorrow may be someone else."
"True Lord, can you tell me what it is?" Fang Yongjie looked pale and looked at it with a gloomy gaze.
"Dragon Vein!"
"Dragon Vein!" Fang Yongjie's eyes lit up instantly. He was the son of King Fang Hao of Wei. He knew this. If it was a real dragon Vein, even if he died, the child could inherit the part and become rich in the future.
Pei Ziyun naturally knew what he was thinking and smiled: "It's the dragon vein, but it's just the dragon vein for practicing Taoism. You don't account for a large proportion, and you are not a practitioner, so you can only prolong your life. If you change to a Taoist, you may become a Yin God."
All this is telling the truth. Fang Yongjie's current proportions are a bit difficult to become an earth immortal.
After Pei Ziyun finished speaking, Fang Yongjie was stunned and then pondered. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "So that's the case. I wonder if this immortal vein can be passed on to his descendants?"
"The immortal vein is a single husband, that is, I was originally prepared to achieve enlightenment for one person, even if a person dies, he still has a soul. How can he inherit it from generation to generation?"
"If this is the case, who will not pass it on to the descendants of Taoists in all generations, will they still accept disciples?" Pei Ziyun smiled. The most ridiculous thing in the world is that some people believe that Taoists should naturally accept disciples, give their families, daughters and granddaughters.
It turns out that the first Taoist sect, the Tianshi Sect in the world, is the descendants' hereditary, and even after that, the descendants' temples that pass on their descendants account for more than half.
In this world, if the immortal vein could be directly passed on to descendants, it would have been hereditary.
Fang Yongjie was stunned when he heard this, and immediately understood and smiled bitterly: "So that's the case. That's it, someone peeked into my immortal veins, first snatched my roots and bones, and then wanted to take away my blessings."
"True Lord, you have great supernatural powers, I guess there is a way?"
Pei Ziyun shook his head: "A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. Your biggest problem is that he has not practiced Taoism. It is too late now, so he can't protect himself."
"The weakness of this power cannot be broken." In fact, to be honest, if Fang Yongjie was too concerned, he would think that this might be the call of Pei Ziyun to catch the thief, but this is meaningless in the current power.
Pei Ziyun only needs to wait for a few days or dozens of days, Fang Yongjie will die. When he dies, he can seize it with a little bit of action. It is simpler and more labor-saving. Now I say in advance, it is just for the sake of a little affection between each other.
It depends on whether Fang Yongjie can think about it.
Fang Yongjie was a very smart person. After hearing this, his eyes wandered and stopped on the copper candlestick. This was because the child was born and was newly cast. It was originally a festive meaning. After a long time, he tried hard to get up and bowed to the couch: "Zhengjun, I have suffered all my life. My father was killed and my bones were taken away. I was weak and unable to give birth. I got the help of Zhenjun and my life improved a little. Unexpectedly, someone came to seize it again."
"I really can't stand this immortal dragon vein. Can the True Lord have a way to peel it off and transfer it?"
"Yes, but you are the son of destiny. If you die, you must be willing to transfer it when you are alive." Pei Ziyun said. In fact, if it weren't for having plum blossoms or the opponents were demons from another world, they had the means to break away from the conventional world, or even if they were willing, they could not transfer it.
Otherwise, just hold the Taoist and force the transfer, wouldn't it be fine?
"What kind of destiny am I?" Fang Yongjie smiled bitterly, with a hint of hatred and melancholy, and said weakly: "Now I just want to live well and raise the child with my wife. I am willing, True Lord, please take it."
As he said this, he was worried and hesitant for a moment: "True Lord, can I recover?"
Pei Ziyun nodded: "Yes!"
Even if I can't, I can see that I can transfer my authority to my own share. As I said, I waved my hand: "Where are you, Daolusi? I will arrange the formation immediately according to the map."
"Yes!" Immediately, a Taoist rushed in and occupied the hall to set up a formation. Then, the three hundred soldiers who had just used their meal stepped in, wearing armor and long swords and crossbows flashed with cold light.
"Tell me the order, no matter who dares to trespass, he will kill him." Pei Ziyun said coldly. He was not pretentious. No matter what, Fang Yongjie's remaining authority must be held in his own hands.
"Yes!" The captain was very young. As he listened to the order, he raised his eyebrows, and felt cold and murderous intent. Then he ordered repeatedly. Every angle in the courtyard was under the crossbow with a cold light, holding the cold hilt, checking the defense one by one.
As for someone who really broke in, I was a team that I personally came to and the Emperor's Sword. Not to mention the people, even the county magistrate and the prefect broke in, they would kill them first.
Chapter completed!