Yang Fan cautiously leaned over and gently put his ear on the door. He held his breath and listened. He heard a heavy snort from inside and said, "You made me wait for so long, and now you're here!"
When Yang Fan heard these words, his feet became weak, and he almost rammed his head into the unlocked door and went in. He didn't know if these people living in the Yu family's old mansion knew celestial arts, but he had seen their exquisite martial arts. So when he approached the door, he was especially careful, but he didn't expect to be discovered by the people inside.
In Yang Fan's view, this was an impossible thing. The five senses of people who practiced martial arts were indeed more sensitive than ordinary people, but it was impossible to reach the magical level that laymen imagined. If a person's breath was similar to the movement of an ant, then it was impossible to be heard. If a person really had such magical hearing, then he would have died long ago, died from the ravages of 'noise'.
"This old nun really has great supernatural power?" Yang Fan stood still in shock. He had already heard that the person who asked was an old woman, and there were only three people living in the Yu family's old mansion. Among the three people, there was only one woman. Except for the old nun Jingguang who came from Hanoi (Tang Dynasty's Hanoi refers to Henan's Jiyuan), it couldn't be anyone else.
Yang Fan took three steps back, gently tidied up his clothes, and decided to greet her without knowing what was going on.
He cupped his hands, and just as he was about to speak, he heard another voice in the room. This time it was a man's voice, "Is this still slow? I have to wander around, just in case. Moreover, cooking this thing required a lot of heat. Alright, this courtyard is empty, there are no outsiders, quickly eat. "
Yang Fan heard this and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this old nun was talking to someone else, causing him to think that she had discovered him. Yang Fan leaned over again and put his ear on the door, but he didn't hear the conversation between the two people. Yang Fan guessed that the two people had entered the inner room, so he went around to the side.
Jumping onto the roof and lifting the tiles to see what was going on inside was just a fantasy in some TV dramas and novels. In reality, it was impossible. In a house where people lived, after the roof beams and sandalwood were set up, they would have to be laid with boards. The boards would then be smeared with yellow mud mixed with straw. Only then would a thick layer of yellow mud be laid with tiles. The tiles would fit seamlessly to keep out the rain. It was impossible to see the interior of the house by lifting a tile. Furthermore, if the roof only had tiles, it would be impossible for people to stand on it.
Yang Fan wanted to go around to the inner chamber to spy on what was going on inside. When he reached a window and looked up, he could not help groaning inwardly. It was a mullioned window. Instead of window paper, it was covered with bright tiles. The so-called "bright tile" was a kind of thinly ground oyster slices. Its light transmission was not even half as good as modern frosted glass, but it was already an excellent light transmission material at that time.
If it was the kind of flexible paper that could be made into an umbrella, he could use the tip of his knife to poke a small hole to spy on what was going on inside the house. If the oyster slices were broken or pried off, then the people inside would have already discovered it. There was no point in spying. Yang Fan was startled for a moment. He gritted his teeth and went back to the front room.
He pushed lightly and the door opened silently.
Although this place had not been inhabited for a long time, Yu Haoran had done his best to repair and maintain the place after the three "living immortals" moved in. He had also filled the hinges of the door with oil so that it could be opened silently. Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief and went in like a leopard cat.
He had already made up his mind that if he was discovered, he would say that he was here to thank them. He was a junior, so if he acted shamelessly, these seniors would not really lower themselves to his level.
This room was not big. There was only a wooden screen separating the inner and outer rooms. The room was also not big. The outer room was the hall. There was only a painting hanging on the wall, a low table, and two couches. There was not much space left.
It was not that there was no big room in the Yu Family's old house, but it was winter now. The big room was not good for heating. Even if there was a fire kang and a fire wall, it was difficult to make it as warm as spring. This room was not bad. As soon as he entered, he felt a hot current blowing on his face.
The screen was completely made of wood. Yang Fan tiptoed to the side of the screen and quietly looked into the room …
The inner room was slightly bigger than the outer hall. There was a row of cabinets against the wall. On the side was a fire kang. The old nun Jingguang and Mo Lei were sitting cross-legged on the kang.
The old nun Jingguang was eating under the lamp. It was said that the old nun who only ate one grain of rice or one sesame every day had a food plate in front of her. There was a big hoof on the plate, which was shining under the light. More than half of the hoof had been eaten by her. The corners of her mouth and cheeks were greasy.
There was also a plate of pancakes on the side. The old nun Jingguang, who had eaten more than half of the hoof in one breath, was not very hungry now. She picked up a pancake and took a bite in a more polite manner. She wiped the grease that flowed to her chin with the pancake. Then she picked up a tin wine pot. She didn't pour it into a cup, but just drank a big mouthful from the pot.
Mo Lei mocked, "You two are really asking for trouble. Can't you just say that you know the necromancy and can live forever? If you have to brag, Wei Wei Fang will brag that he can abstain from eating. He takes three pills a day and doesn't need to eat or drink. At least the pills made from rice and flour are the size of a longan. He can live for a while after taking three.
You are better at bragging than him. You even said that one grain of rice a day and don't eat after noon. Now look at you, the Sage has spent the whole afternoon here. In the morning, there will be officers and soldiers coming to search and be on guard. I can feast on fish and meat at noon. You can only starve there and pretend to be a deity. You reap what you sow! "
The old nun Jingguang glared at him and said, "What do you know? If we don't do this, how can we make people believe that we are really people with great abilities? You are a barbarian, you can feast on fish and meat, how can we be? You said that the deities in your place all have seven emotions and six desires. They will be jealous of others and will be partial to their relatives. The lord of heaven can descend to the mortal world to seduce a group of mortal women and give birth to a bunch of half-god illegitimate children. The deity who is the son can kill the deity who is the father and become the king of deities. Is this still called deity? If your nonsense is said here, it will be good if people don't beat you to death. How can they treat you as a distinguished guest? "
The old nun Jingguang persuaded him to take a bite of the Hu biscuit and a pig trotter. She said proudly, "The deities in the east are all heartless and selfless. They only drink from the celestial spring and eat celestial fruits. They live in the free and unfettered celestial realm and cultivate in the immortal's cave for millions of years without moving. These are the real deities. If we want people to believe that we are living deities, how can we do it without putting in some effort? "
Mo Lei muttered, "This kind of deity is like a piece of stone. What is the use of cultivating?"
The old nun Jingguang ignored him and drank another mouthful of wine. She asked, "Has Taoist Shifang rested?"
Mo Lei replied, "Not yet. The secret doors, mechanisms and instruments that we prepared a few days ago have all been used in front of the Empress today. Wei Shifang said that he wanted to set up a few more supernatural powers just in case."
Speaking of this, Mo Lei leaned forward and said nervously, "Jingguang, you guys … really plan to stay in the capital to be officials?"
The old nun Jingguang glanced at him and said, "Why?"
Mo Lei rubbed his hands and said worriedly, "This time we are deceiving the empress. I think … why don't we deceive the empress, cheat her of some gold, jewels and jade and run away. We are not young anymore. How many more years can we run in Jianghu? Why don't we make a lot of money and stop here? "
The old nun Jingguang held a pig trotter in one hand and a wine pot in the other. She glanced at him and said disdainfully, "Cowardly trash!"
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Bad Luck Li Yiqiao slept in his old in-law Qin Huaide's house for a night until the next morning.
The morning bell was rung on the Gate of Heaven. The sound of the bell and drum passed through the misty morning mist on the Luo River and was clearly sent to every household in Jishan Lane. Then the bell and drum in Jishan Lane also rang in response.
The morning bell rang eight hundred times. At first, each workshop responded at different times, but after a while, they were all in sync. The bells and drums rang at the same time throughout the city, forming a huge sound wave that woke up Li Yiqiao, who was sleeping soundly. But he was very happy when he woke up. The sound of the bell and drum meant that he was one day closer to his promotion.
Li Yiqiao secretly prayed, "God bless me. I hope that in the last two days before my promotion, Jishan Lane will be safe and no accidents will happen."
The heavens seemed to have heard Li Yiqiao's prayers. Today, the Ji Shan Square was still peaceful. Marquis Yu went to the old residence early in the morning to pay his respects to the three Masters. When he left, he was also smiling. The whole square was very peaceful, very happy, very peaceful, and nothing happened.
Early in the morning, Yang Fan rode a horse to the Ministry of Justice. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made his handsome face look even more charming.
After leaving the old house of the Yu family in Jishan Lane last night, he had been wanting to laugh. He didn't expect that a few Jianghu swindlers could even deceive him. Not only did they make him think that the three people were martial arts masters, they even made him waver in the words of the Grand Master. It was true that different professions were different worlds. Jianghu swindlers also had their own skills. They were not easily seen through by outsiders.
Yang Fan didn't think of exposing this matter to the Emperor. In terms of evil, Wu Sansi used two years of the Tang dynasty's steel production to make a useless Tianshu. He was a hundred times more powerful than these three illusionary masters who wanted to cheat money out of it. The ruthless officials in the Imperial Envoy Station who always wanted to show their existence by harming people were a thousand times more powerful than these three swindlers.
If he didn't beat the tiger, would he beat the mice? Moreover, these three mice were not easy to beat. If he wanted to expose them, he would need evidence. If the Emperor knew that he, Yang Fan, questioned the Emperor's choice and secretly investigated the Emperor's most distinguished guest without the Emperor's permission, then the gains would not make up for the losses.
This morning, when he crossed the Tianjin Bridge and turned to the yamen of the Ministry of Justice, he turned his head to look at the old house of the Yu family across the Xingjin Bridge. He smiled even more happily.
Ever since he memorized those three pages from Zhao Yu, he had some understanding of Young Master Jiang's secret forces in Luoyang. He knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. He believed that Zhao Yu couldn't possibly know all of Young Master Jiang's strength in Luoyang and wouldn't provide him with all the information that Zhao Yu had. However, this was enough. There was a saying that went, "follow the vine to the melon."
Shen Mu had two requests for him. First, he couldn't personally deal with Young Master Jiang. Second, he couldn't target Young Master Jiang's strength. That would be equivalent to telling Young Master Jiang that he, Shen Mu, was the one who revealed Young Master Jiang's background.
If that happened, Young Master Jiang would do whatever it took to expose all the hidden forces of the Hidden Sect in the world. The two major forces that were supported by the aristocratic families of Shandong would break through their bottom line and start a fight to the death. They would be severely punished by the aristocratic families of Shandong.
At that time, whether it was to give an explanation to his brothers who had their families destroyed because their identities were exposed or to prove his innocence to the aristocratic families of Shandong, Shen Mu had no choice but to deal with him. Therefore, even though Yang Fan had made a lot of preparations, he still hadn't made his move.
Just when he was walking on the road and turned his head to look at the Yu family's old house that looked like an immortal's residence, Yang Fan suddenly thought of an idea.
He decided that he would go and worship the gods this afternoon!
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