Devil’s Advent

　　　　 Nanwangcheng is much larger than Tumancheng.

　　 It's not so much a border town, it's more like Shenzhen.

　　 There is endless business travel, dense population, and extremely developed industry and commerce.

　　 It is not difficult to explain why the fortress system including Cuiliubao has been so abolished. This Yinlang County, where there is half a border county, is simply Dayan’s wealthy Xiaojiangnan.

　　 Zheng Fan closed the windows and no longer looked at the hustle and bustle of the street.

　　The new officer took office, except for the veteran Tie Sanzhu, no one fired Zheng Fan;

　　 But the boss’s face, I still have to go to see him.

　　 Zheng Fan does not intend to be the lone minister of Dayan. At least, he is not interested now, so he brought two boxes of silver ingots with him this time.

　　 Xiao Dahai, the commander of Nanwangcheng, is the object of Zheng Fan's visit this time.

Since he came with money, he couldn’t be so fanciful. Zheng Fan simply took Fan Li and A Ming, a total of three people, first found an inn in Nanwang City to settle down, and then prepared to see the situation and vote for one. Famous posts.

　　 "Squeak..."

　　 The door of the inn was pushed open, Fan Li walked in with a lot of food in his hand, and said cheerfully:

　　 "Lord, Beihou Bing, Beihou You Tiao, Li Jia Baozi..."

Although the Beihou line of Zhenbeihou has been stationed in the north of the town for a hundred years, its popularity in Yinlang County is extremely high. After all, the ancestral home of the Li family is Yinlang County.

Because of this, many snacks in Yinlang County were brought to the relationship between Zhenbeihou or Li's family. It is a bit like in the snack shops of later generations. You can always see the bulletin board saying that Qianlong ate my family's food when he went to the south of the Yangtze River. What is full of praise.

　　 Zheng Fan took two Li's steamed buns from Fan Li, and said while eating:

　　 "Wait in the afternoon, we will post a famous post."

　　 There are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with in Cuiliubao. We can't let everyone stay in the tent, right? Is this to get promoted or to flee?

　　 Ah Ming didn't eat anything, he was still trimming his nails patiently, and after hearing what Zheng Fan said, he nodded.

　　 "You don't want to eat?"

　　 Zheng Fan remembers that Ah Ming used to eat blood and blood, but now he feels a little bit inhumane.

　　 Aming smiled and said:

　　 "Well, thank the Lord for your concern, I can carry a full meal for many days."

　　 said, Ah Ming subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Don't overeating, try to eat regularly."

"Yes."

　　 Ah Ming nodded, and then continued to trim his nails.

　　 "Should I change my clothes?"

　　 Zheng Fan pointed his finger at his sweater.

　　Because of the hustle and bustle of Beifeng County, it doesn't matter how you dress up, but Yinlang County is a bit "unsophisticated" here.

　　 "I'll look for it."

　　 A Ming got up, turned over to the package of the three people, found a white gown, and handed it to Zheng Fan.

　　 Dayan is still dark, but Yinlang County is inevitably contaminated with a little "style" because of its proximity to the country. The scholars or family members of Dayan like to wear a white gown or gown when they go out.

　　 The clothes were prepared for Zheng Fan before Siniang came, because according to the plan, he would stay in Nanwang City for at most two days, and he would go back after setting up the relationship, so he didn't bring more clothes.

　　 After changing his clothes, Zheng Fan opened his arms and admired himself.

　　 Fan Li, who had just put the last piece of Beihou cake in his hand, looked at Zheng Fan and smiled stupidly;

　　 "Ali, how is it, does it look like a scholar?" Zheng Fan asked.

　　 Fan Li nodded vigorously.

　　道:

　　 "Like a funeral."

　　 "..." Zheng Fan.

　　...

　　 "Actually, are you really mourning?"

　　 At the gate of Nanwangcheng Zongbingfu,

　　 was full of white lanterns, and the Jiading standing at the door was also dressed in white plain clothes, and the guests who came to express their condolences kept coming in and out.

　　 Zheng Fan stood in the front, A Ming stood beside Zheng Fan, and Fan Li stood at the back with two boxes of silver ingots.

　　 "A Ming."

"Ok."

　　 "Go to the nearby merchants and ask, who died in the General Army's Mansion."

　　 "Yes, Lord."

　　 After a while, Ah Ming came back and said calmly:

　　 "Lord, it is Xiao Dahai who died. He said he died of illness last night."

　　 After confirming the news, Zheng Fan was really a little bit dumbfounded. After hesitating, Zheng Fan still felt that since he was here, he had to go up and worship and send his share of the money.

　　 "Aming, do you have any money?" Zheng Fan asked.

　　 "I go out without money."

　　 Zheng Fan looked at Fan Li again and said:

　　 "Ali, give me all the money you have left."

　　 Ali put the two boxes on the ground and moved to open the boxes.

　　 "Don't don't don't, don't touch the silver."

　　 Fan Li scratched his head with some doubts. Didn't this money mean that he was given it to Master General.

　　 "When he was alive, it was okay to send two boxes. Since he is dead, he just..."

Ah Ming on the side of 　　 answered:

　　 "It's depreciated."

　　 "Yes, it's depreciated."

　　 Fan Li nodded and said:

　　 "Yes, dead chicken is cheaper than live chicken in the market."

　　 Zheng Fan stepped forward and reached out and took out some broken silver from Fan Li. These were leftovers from Fan Li's previous shopping on the street.

　　 squinted in his hand, felt the weight,

　　 "Almost, Alright, Ali, you carry the silver back to the inn, Ah Ming, you and I go in to express our condolences. By the way, Ali, wash your mouth after returning to the inn, I always feel that your mouth is open today."

　　 Fan Li nodded, and obediently picked up the pole again and headed back to the inn.

　　 Zheng Fan walked into the gate of the General Military Mansion together with A Ming.

　　 There is a housekeeper leading the way at the door. After entering the inner door, there is a long table with five or six clerks sitting on it.

　　 Zheng Fan stepped forward and delivered the silver in his hand.

The official who was in charge of registering Zheng Fan looked at the broken silver, and was taken aback. Master Soldier passed away, and the whole Nanwang City had a lot of people to express their condolences. However, he was the first one to give the money to him like this. Met.

　　 To make an inappropriate analogy, it is equivalent to you attending someone else’s wedding in a later life and you are holding a large handful of five and ten yuan when you give gifts.

However, the personnel of the General Military Mansion were indeed of high quality, and they still acted according to the regulations. First, they took out a small scale and weighed the broken silver, then turned the favor book to Zheng Fan, and at the same time handed a pen to indicate Zheng Fan to stay here. Give your own name.

　　 Zheng Fan signed his name and turned the book of favor to the official.

　　 Wenwen looked down and smashed his mouth. He had never heard of a high-ranking official surnamed Zheng in Nanwang City. Of course, high-ranking officials would not give away broken silver as a deposit, but he still reminded:

　　 "Thank you to leave your hometown. If you have official status, please leave official status."

　　 This is the human relationship, there are back and forth.

　　 Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"No, the kid has fallen in his own way. He has been favored by the General Soldier. However, his career is not going well and his family business is difficult to thrive. After hearing the bad news of the General Soldier, he borrowed some money and sent a gift. The rest of the deeds, no It doesn't matter if you stay."

　　 Ah Ming, who was standing behind, lowered his head slightly when he heard these words, making his smile less obvious.

　　 also felt a little bit emotional,

　　 When Zheng Fan first woke up, he didn't even dare to leave the inn, but now he seems to have fully integrated into the world.

　　 The literary official heard the words, stood up and handed over to Zheng Fan, feeling greatly moved, and sincerely said:

　　 "Respect and drive high justice."

"you are welcome."

　　 After that, Zheng Fan pointed inside and said, "Let me go and put incense on the adults."

"please."

　　 Zheng Fan did not hesitate anymore, turned around and entered the inner house. Banners were hung everywhere in the inner house. Paper money and ashes were flying around, and the air was filled with a strong smell of incense and candles.

　　 More than 30 Taoist priests were reciting scriptures, but because this was the first day, there were many guests who came to express their condolences, so they just sat cross-legged and chanted the scriptures quietly, without real "practice".

In the corridor, Zheng Fan saw a man in a blue gown sitting there. The man was about 30 years old, tall and angular. Although sitting there, he felt a sense of heroism. .

　　 The reason why Zheng Fan paid special attention to this person was not because he was forced by his "heroic spirit."

　　 is purely because this person looks a bit familiar, and coupled with this ancient style of dress, Zheng Fan can not help but think of Lu Bu in the old version of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

　　唔, which was later the head of the Three-Five-Eight Regiment.

　　 The other party also seemed to feel Zheng Fan's gaze. Not only did he meet Zheng Fan's gaze directly, but he immediately stood up and walked towards Zheng Fan on his own initiative.

　　 At the moment he got up, Zheng Fan also noticed that the other party seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

　　 This detail makes Zheng Fan seem to see himself.

　　 At the beginning, he was obsessed with studio comic creation, but he was actually a standard otaku. Sometimes he was like this when he went out to attend some public events.

　　 is very embarrassed. When you sit there, you don’t know what you want to do. You can only play with your mobile phone in a calm manner, as if the mobile phone is such a fun thing.

　　 At this time, if someone can chat with oneself, talk, talk a few times, even if I sell comics and you sell floor tiles, they can talk enthusiastically. Anyway, they are all in the grid to discuss life.

　　 "My dear friend, are you in the army?" The other party offered to greet Zheng Fan.

　　 Having been a school lieutenant for so long, I have become accustomed to giving orders from north to south. Naturally, he has such a smell on him.

In fact, Zheng Fan thinks there is another most important reason, that is, after wearing the armor for a long time, its shaping effect can be much better than that of a good back. Even if you take off the armor, your walking and standing postures will be better. It is very different from ordinary people.

　　 Zheng Fan immediately replied: "Yes, the new guard at Xia Cui Liu Fort, Zheng Fan."

　　 "Oh? Coincidentally, at Xia Ji retreat to the new guard, Zuo Jiqian."

　　 Chicken Drumstick Fort?

Okay,

　　 also counts as my own family,

　　 I am a chicken bun.

　　 Anyway, Zheng Fan’s ability to name the people of Yan is no longer interested in complaining, and it’s no wonder that the people of Qianguo laugh at you for being uneducated, and he looks like a KFC.

　　Actually, Ji Tui Fort was named in memory of the general Ji who died in the battle when he knew that there were no reinforcements in the rear when the army of the country was fighting the Northern Expedition.

　　 "Brother Zheng also came to express condolences to Master Chief?"

　　 "Exactly."

　　 Zheng Fan felt that there was something wrong with the head of the goods in front of him, or that he simply didn't know what to look for to chat.

　　 There is a funeral here, am I not here to express my condolences, or am I here for an outing?

　　 "Oh, the prefect and more than a dozen Patriarchs near Nanwang City are expressing condolences. I'll wait a little longer."

　　 Oh, I have to wait in line.

　　 Zheng Fan nodded, walked to the place where Zuo Jiqian had been sitting before, and sat down, Ah Ming actively stood behind Zheng Fan.

　　 After Zuo Jiqian sat down, he immediately faced Zheng Fan, smiled, and pursed his lips. He should be looking for a topic anxiously to see if he was cold.

　　 Zheng Fan saw this and took the initiative to speak:

　　 "Where is Brother Zuo from?"

　　 "Huwei Left Home."

　　 Zheng Fan raised his chin slightly, hissing, rich second generation.

There are seven counties in Yan's country, and there are many families with the same surname. Some of them may have been divided into families hundreds of years ago, but most of them have the same surname. In fact, it doesn’t matter at all. So when introducing yourself, in order to distinguish yourself, often Add a prefix in front.

　　 Such as a certain house in a certain place.

　　 is like the Zhang family of Guangdong and Guangxi Zhangjia and Yangjiawa,

Can 　　 be the same?

　　 Zheng Fan suddenly thought of a question and asked:

　　 "Brother Zuo, your chicken drumstick, is its wall still there?"

　　 Hearing this question, Zuo Jiqian immediately showed a wry smile and shook his head:

　　 "Don't be concealed from Brother Zheng, I just arrived at the post, and it took a long time to find my station. Except for the rammed earth, I didn't even leave a brick."

　　 "Then I'm okay, I have a lot of bricks."

　　 There is something worse than himself, and Zheng Fan feels much more comfortable.

　　 "Brother Zheng, where is your ancestral home?"

　　 "I am from the North, and I have no family."

There is no education, or no education. Zheng Fan didn’t say what kind of poor family he was. In fact, the poor family did not refer to ordinary people in ancient times. According to the standards of later generations, it is almost as if your parents are all director-level cadres. It can barely be called a poor family.

　　 As for the ordinary people further down... you don't even have a door.

　　 "Beidi?" Zuo Jiqian didn't show any disdain on his face. The protagonist's self-cultivation was excellent, and he looked honest.

　　 Zheng Fan added:

　　 "Northland, there is actually only one door."

　　 Zuo Jiqian opened his mouth, his body trembled slightly, and said:

　　 "Brother Zheng is from the Hou Mansion?"

　　 Zheng Fan nodded implicitly and politely.

　　 "Disrespect and disrespect!"

　　 After talking,

　　 Zuo Jiqian got up again and saluted Zheng Fan.

　　道:

　　 "The Hou Mansion has suppressed the barbarians for a hundred years. As long as I am a soldier, I will look up!"

　　 "Brother Zuo is polite, polite."

　　 Zuo Jiqian sat down again, and immediately spoke again:

　　 "Brother Zheng, as far as I know, many other fortresses have also recently sent new defenses. I feel that the court is intending to reorganize the Yinlang County defense line. This is to go south..."

　　 Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and patted Zuo Jiqian on the shoulder, saying meaningfully:

　　 "Brother Zuo, you and I are both soldiers, not those scholars."

　　 "Brother Zheng said that it was me, Meng Lang."

　　 At this time, Zheng Fan saw that a group of guests had come out of the mourning hall after their condolences.

　　 "Brother Zuo, let's go and put the incense on the commander-in-chief first, and later we will find a wine shop to discuss it in detail."

　　 "Okay, just to my liking."

　　 Zheng Fan and Zuo Jiqian walked towards the mourning hall. When they entered, they saw a tall, thin man comforting his widow’s dutiful son. Behind the tall and thin man, there were more than a dozen elderly people standing.

　　 Zuo Jiqian lowered his voice and said to Zheng Fan:

　　 "That person is Lord Lin, the prefect of Nanwang City, and he is surrounded by the patriarchs of the big clan nearby."

　　 Zheng Fan nodded and took the incense with Zuo Jiqian.

　　The mourning hall is very big,

　　 A good sandalwood coffin is placed in the center.

　　Perhaps because there are too many guests to express condolences, and the Yan people are not very cold about etiquette. Therefore, in order to pursue efficiency, there are incense cases on all sides of the coffin.

　　 is equivalent to increasing the number of security checkpoints from one to four, which is convenient for the flow of people.

　　 But this is the case. The people standing by and waiting for the incense still surrounded the mourning hall several times.

　　 Especially the prefect, who is still doing the people-friendly show, and there are so many patriarchs of the nearby patriarchs standing next to him, which hinders the evacuation of the flow of people.

　　 By the way, no one dared to urge them, and even had to cooperate with their expressions next to them.

　　 When the prefect is serious, everyone has to be serious, and when the prefect smiles, everyone must be worthy of a smile to the same degree.

　　 Zheng Fan was almost fainted by the smoke, and he felt a little regretful. He had known that he had come in and wandered around two times before he left. He had to get some fragrance, and he didn't come to the lottery.

　　 At this moment, Ah Ming, who had been standing behind Zheng Fan, suddenly put his mouth in Zheng Fan’s ear and whispered:

　　 "Master, in the coffin, there is a voice."

　　 Zheng Fan's eyes condensed immediately, his head tilted back slightly, and said:

"you sure?"

　　 "OK."

　　 Eliminate the unrealistic possibility that the family members of the General Soldier deliberately throw some pet dogs or cats from before the General Soldier’s life into the coffin to accompany them,

　　 Then it can only explain one thing...

　　 Zheng Fan suddenly felt what was going on in this world. He was in the north, and the barbarians like to play with corpses, understandable. Why did he get to the south when he came across corpses?

　　 "I knew it, let Liang Cheng come with me."

　　 Zheng Fan teased. UU reading www. uukanshu.cOM

　　 When zombies meet zombies, it's like a fellow villager meets a fellow villager. You can always say a few words.

　　 But, at this moment,

　　 Anomaly happened suddenly!

"boom!"

　　 There was a loud noise,

　　 The coffin lid suddenly bounced into the air,

　　 Everyone in the hall called out immediately,

　　 immediately,

　　 One hand lifted from the coffin,

　　 There is a ball-like thing on the palm of his hand, with many dense pores on it.

　　 did not wait for any response from everyone,

　　 There was a "click" sound inside the sphere,

　　 "Swish swish swish swish!!!"

　　 Countless fine needles shot out from the ball in all directions!

　　 At the moment of the moment, Aming grabbed Zheng Fan's shoulder and pulled Zheng Fan back while he actively blocked Zheng Fan in front of him.

　　 "Ahhh!!"

　　 "Ah!"

　　 "Ah!"

　　 Inside the hall, there were countless screams.

　　 Zheng Fan also felt that the body of Ah Ming in front of him trembled several times. Obviously, he also got several shots.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 During the chaos in the mourning hall,

　　 Aming took a breath first.

　　 then turned his head and glanced at Zheng Fan, who was behind him and protected him.

　　 asked:

　　 "Lord, I didn't catch what I said just now, would you say it again?"

　　——

　　Thanks to Si Yan for being the 54th leader of "Mo Lin"!

　　唔, in addition, occasionally driving can cultivate sentiment, everyone should not overdrive in the barrage. Originally, the names of Yinlang County and Cuiliubao, Long really didn't want to explain with the number of words...

　　 Well, write more useful barrage, OK, knock on the blackboard!