Lanke Chess Edge

This night was a long night for the land lord and the ghost of Yizhong, and it was also a long night for the people of Maotan Village.

In the early morning, the sun was shining on the earth, and people in Maotan Village woke up one after another. Liao Daqiu and his wife straightened up from the bed, feeling back pain.

"Hiss... Hey, I said the child's father, I didn't sleep well last night, I was dreaming in the middle of the night..."

In the middle of the conversation, the woman suddenly stopped talking, got out of bed, took a water bottle and drank some water before continuing.

"I dreamed that I was sleeping on the battlefield, and there were shouts of killing everywhere, as if two armies were fighting fiercely, but I just couldn't get up, and I couldn't open my eyes even if I wanted to. My eyes were very hot."

Hearing what his wife said, Liao Daqiu immediately became excited.

"I, me, it's the same. No matter how I open my eyes, I can't open them, but I can feel the brutal killing around me. It's really terrible!"

"You dreamed it too?"

the wife asked in surprise.

"yes!"

The two looked at each other after being excited, and then hurriedly put on their clothes.

After Liao Daqiu cleaned up and opened the door to go out, he saw his neighbor Lao Zhang hurried to his house.

"Old Liao, Lao Liao! Let me tell you, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that there was a war around our village. The sound of killing was so loud that I just couldn't open my eyes. I was so scared! It wasn't just me, My wife also dreamed about it, and Lao Liu's family too!"

Liao Daqiu swallowed, and hurried out a few steps and said.

"Old Zhang, to tell you the truth, my mother and I also had the same dream, we couldn't see it but we could hear it, it was like a war was going on around us, I felt like a dead body that died in battle... ah bah bah Bah, I mean I feel like I'm sleeping like a dead dog!"

Lao Zhang subconsciously walked a few steps closer, looked at Liao Daqiu, and lowered his voice to ask.

"Old Liao, do you think that the ghosts in the tomb had already fought the plague last night?"

Liao Daqiu looked at the direction of the cemetery, and nodded subconsciously.

"I can't tell!"

Then the two vaguely heard the voices in the village becoming more and more noisy. After getting up, the villagers were telling each other the terrible dreams of last night. After talking about it, everyone realized that except for a few people who slept very hard, most of them Had this almost dream.

Some people can only hear the sound but not see the person, they can't open their eyes but know they are on the battlefield, some people can open a little bit of their eyes, of course, this little bit is not enough to see anything, but they can see the faint green light They rushed together with a large number of chaotic figures in dazzling footsteps.

Everyone is not an idiot. It goes without saying that this situation is too clear. Everyone can think of the battle flags and weapons that were burned to the ghosts of the Yizhong some time ago, and the ghosts of the Yizhong and the Lord of the Land entrusted to Liao Daqiu and Lao Daqiu respectively. The mayor's dream.

Many Maotan villagers didn't even bother to eat breakfast. They wandered around the village several times, but they didn't see any traces of the battlefield. They saw two strangers by accident.

When Liao Daqiu and the old village head led seven or eight village men to the outside of the cemetery, they saw two men in a white shirt and a long robe and a blue robe standing outside looking at the cemetery. After hearing the sound of footsteps, He also looked back at the villagers in Maotan Village, but there was no surprise on his face.

"Hello, everyone, I'm a fool!"

"I'm so easy!"

Ji Yuan bowed slightly to the villagers, and Chang Yi of course also saluted in the same way.

These two people were knowledgeable at first glance, and their manners were even more polite. Of course, the people of Maotan Village did not dare to neglect them. Under the leadership of the old village chief, they quickly returned the courtesy.

"I don't know where you two are from, why did you come to my Maotan Village?"

Ji Yuan smiled.

"We came quite far. I heard that someone here built a cemetery for the remains of the roadside, so I came to see the person who built the cemetery. I don't know who initiated it?"

Everyone in Maotan Village looked at Liao Daqiu, who stood up and said after hesitating.

"Uh, I initiated the cemetery, but it was also done together in our village. How could I build such a cemetery without the help of the villagers all these years? Even the corpse is not easy to move alone. .”

Ji Yuan nodded.

"Indeed, all of you Gaoyi!"

"Uh huh, don't dare!"

"How can we, we are also accumulating virtue!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The villagers felt a little embarrassed when they received such a simple compliment. Of course they were happy in their hearts. These two seemed to be very knowledgeable. In their hearts, the words of a learned person have different weight.

"By the way, since the two of you are from far away, it's not very good to come to our Dahe County at this time, you don't know..."

Liao Daqiu subconsciously looked at Yizhong again, and then said to Ji Yuan and Chang Yi.

"Recently, there seems to be a plague in our county and neighboring counties. This is not a minor disease. It is dangerous if you get infected. Are you still running here at this time?"

Chang Yi exhaled shallowly, shook his head slightly, and spoke.

"Yes, there is a plague, but it's not the Dahe County and the neighboring counties you mentioned. If you really calculate carefully, the number of counties and towns in this plague-ravaged place is probably close to a hundred..."

"ah!?"

"Nearly a hundred?"

"My God!"

"It's all plague?"

"This... is this possible?"

The people in Maotan Village were obviously frightened by the numbers Chang Yi said. Many of them rarely leave their own Dahe County, and the furthest they go is probably the next county. Town, but just thinking about it, you know it's a huge area.

When the villagers were astonished, Ji Yuan looked at Liao Daqiu, watching his qi rising in various colors, qi and blood not empty. Although the image of merit is not obvious, it is still much better than the people around him.

"It's so early in the morning, the two gentlemen probably haven't had breakfast. Although our village is poor, we are still hospitable. Why don't you two go to the village and have breakfast together?"

"Yes, come and sit in our village!"

"Yes, yes, tell us about the outside world. How is the plague going outside?"

"Yes, yes, talk about the outside world!"

The old village chief's proposal was immediately agreed by everyone. Ji Yuan and Chang Yi looked at each other, and the former nodded in thanks.

"Thank you for your kindness, then we will bother you!"

"Don't bother, don't bother, gentlemen please!"

A group of people wandered around the village, but they didn't see any traces of battle, and they couldn't keep looking, so now they welcome Ji Yuan and Chang Yi into the village.

On the way, someone couldn't help but tell Ji Yuan about the ghost in Yizhong's dream, and also about the dream of almost everyone in the village last night, and wanted to ask the two scholars for an interpretation of the dream.

Ji Yuan and Chang Yi pretended to think about it, and told the villagers straightforwardly that this matter was probably true, and good people were rewarded with good rewards. The good deeds in the past have prevented disasters today, which also made the Maotan villagers very happy.

About a quarter of an hour later, in the small courtyard of the Liao family, Ji Yuan and Chang Yi each held a large flower bowl and sat close to each other on small stools.

The bowl was full of rice porridge, with a lot of pickles on top. It was the breakfast for the Liao family to entertain the two of them. Liao Daqiu also sat opposite to eat, while his wife and children sat on the threshold of the kitchen.

Ji Yuan picked up the pickles with his chopsticks, scraped the porridge deftly and ate it with relish, which reminded him of the feeling of eating porridge on a waterway boat when he first left Ning'an County.

Chang Yi held the bowl with a fresh face, looked at Ji Yuan and then at himself, very strangely tried this pickled vegetable porridge, he lived in Xianxia Island as long as he could remember, although he didn’t have any common sense, But it was the first time for him to eat porridge with pickles in Baixin's house, especially the porridge was made from cold rice yesterday.

"Hiss... hiss..."

The appearance of Ji Yuan drinking porridge made Lao Liao feel a lot more relaxed. He was afraid that the hospitality would not be good, so he wanted to cook two eggs, but the last time he killed the old hen in the family, the eggs were gone, and most of the neighbors did the same.

After drinking half a bowl of hot rice porridge, Ji Yuan slowed down and started chatting with Liao Daqiu, whom he knew a lot.

"By the way, I heard that Liao Xiongtai has a son who is serving in the army abroad, which makes you and your wife miss you all the time. If it is convenient, can you talk to Ji about this matter?"

Ji Yuan suddenly mentioned this matter, which surprised Liao Daqiu.

"Uh, who does Mr. Ji listen to?"

Liao Daqiu remembered that these two senior gentlemen didn't know anyone in the village when they came here, and most of the conversations on the way here were about Yizhong and the villagers' dreams last night. Why did he suddenly hear about his eldest son joining the army?

"Hehe, the Landlord here entrusted his dream!"

Ji Yuan said with a smile.

'Oh hello! '

Hearing Ji Yuan's words, a short crutched figure couldn't help but smile knowingly in a corner outside Liao Daqiu's courtyard, but he didn't dare to get too close.

People in Maotan village have experienced this kind of thing about dreaming a few times recently. Liao Daqiu immediately believed it when Ji Yuan said it.

"Hey...the eldest son, Liao Zhengbao, has been on the expedition for nine years, and there has been no news for the past nine years. Several soldiers from the same batch have come back, and they all said they don't know what's going on. Hey...I hope Ah Bao is still alive..."

When he said this, Liao Daqiu himself had no confidence, and the woman over there was also sighing silently.

"Well, Ji is familiar with some divination methods. If Brother Liao doesn't mind, why not tell me your son's birth date and the date of expedition, so that I can tell your son's fortune?"

The old Liao family did not know how many times they had counted their eldest son's fate, and basically every time it was unpredictable, or the nonsense of surviving a catastrophe and becoming rich and wealthy, but out of good intentions, they nodded and agreed.

"There's nothing wrong with it, my son was born in..."

Liao Daqiu said, Ji Yuan put down his chopsticks and shrunk his sleeves into his sleeves to calculate carefully, while Chang Yi beside him narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were introverted, apparently also calculating.

Seeing this scene from a distance, even if the land is fair and honest, it is impossible to see whether the two immortals are casting spells, or even a trace of immortal aura, but asking the horoscope of the birthday is definitely helping Liao Zhengbao to calculate good or bad luck.

'It's unbelievable that the Liao family has such a blessing, and the two immortals divination for it together. Based on this alone, the Liao family will be able to rank higher than ghosts in the underworld when they die in the future! '

On the other side, as soon as Liao Daqiu finished speaking, Ji Yuan and Chang Yi stopped their calculations, looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Ji, he is indeed still alive!"

"Yes, still alive!"

Liao Daqiu and the woman were slightly taken aback when they heard the words, and their hands holding the porridge bowl trembled slightly. The two senior gentlemen used affirmative sentences instead of ambiguous words like the previous fortune tellers.