MTL - Yang God-Chapter 4 Red money coin

"Snow bamboo Xuan's snow paper? This is produced through dozens of procedures. One hundred sheets must be at least twenty-two silver, which is equivalent to the month of my half year. The purple stone platform is also the finest, the stone is fine and lubricated. There is a warmth, no ink will freeze in winter. The fragrant ink is the finest loose smoke mixed with gold foil, musk, beaten, written, smooth, font spirit, with refreshing fragrance. It is also a good pen, pure fox fur. This set of four treasures of the study, at least hundreds of two. This small country, the public rain rain line shot is really generous, I heard that this person Li Xian corporal, eager to justice, but also often relieve the poor readers I have a good reputation in Yujing City. But I don’t think it’s big...."

Hung Yi carried a baggage and walked on the road to the west of Yujing City.

He is going to take the exam, and he is too lazy to get angry in Houfu. He will stay in Xishan for a while and he can also keep the grave for his mother.

The tomb of Hong Yi’s mother was in Xishan, a lonely one. His mother’s identity, after he died, could not enter the ancestral temple of Hong’s family.

Xishan is a big mountain outside Yujing City. It is almost a hundred miles away. Although it is not majestic, it is also densely populated with complex terrain and numerous hills. There are waterfalls and waterfalls. There are also rocky mountains and forests.

In the mountains, many foxes fill the wolf beasts. Every winter, there are some princes and nobles who are hunting in the mountains.

On the one hand, Hong Yi thought about yesterday's Xiaoliguo Gongjing rain line, asking people to give their own four treasures of the study, and try to figure out.

When the sky was dark, Hong Yi went to the foot of Xishan Mountain. After cleaning the mother's grave, he went up the incense and then settled down in a small temple not far from the foot of the mountain.

The temple called Qiuyue Temple is a run-down Buddhist temple. The temple is guarded by an ordinary monk. Hongyi lives here for a while every year. One is to keep the grave for the mother, and the other is to be clean.

After giving the old monk a few bunches of incense money, after eating a bowl of mushroom plain noodles, he stayed in the partial hall and rested, lit the lights, burned the charcoal fire, and prepared for night reading.

The north wind whistling, and the walls that blew on all sides creaked.

Inside the courtyard of the temple, the basil is full of land, and the dry grass is rolled up by the wind, and the piece is desolate.

"This temple is ruined year by year. But the Dagan dynasty does not pay attention to the Buddhist temple, so it is no wonder to build the Taoist temple." Hong Yi looked at such a desolate and dilapidated temple. Although he felt the emotion, he felt better than Houfu. It should be much fresher and more comfortable.

"Mother, if you have the spirit of the heavens, bless me with one of the subjects, and give you a name."

Eyes staring at the big lamp of the rapeseed beans, Hong Yi silently prayed.

boom!

The flower has burst out of a flower.

Hey! Hey!

In the distant mountains, there were a few screams of screaming, like a wolf-like fox, mixed in the night wind, and it seemed to be a nightingale.

The mountains, the ancient temples, the north wind, the wolf fox laugh, all of this are terrifying scenes.

However, there is no fear in Hong Yi's heart. First, he thinks that he has never done anything wrong. Second, he is familiar with the fox-ghost notes. The readers inside are just as fearful and fearless, and the ghosts and ghosts are close to each other.

Wrapped in the clothes, Hong Yi opened the door and went inside the yard.

"Well? What is that?"

When Hong Yiyi went to the yard, he found a valley about a few miles away in the distance. There were a few fist-sized green fires floating up and down, very strange.

"This kind of wildfire is emitted from the human skeleton. It is not so strange to see the graveyard." Faced with the wildfire floating above, Hong Yi smiled and talked to himself.

Suddenly, a screaming scream came out from the distant mountains. A black shadow flew up in the wildfire, and turned to the sky, reminiscent of the old demon night, sucking people. If a general person sees such a scene, it is already creepy.

However, Hong Yi listened to the sound, but he knew that this was the nightingale in the mountains.

Suddenly, he came up with a bit of poetry and read aloud: "A hundred years old is a wooden charm, and laughter starts from the fire."

"Youth, you are not very old, but you are a singer. The laughter starts from the fire in the nest..."

Suddenly, a crisp, sweet voice came from behind.

Hung Yi’s surprise is no different! Cold sweats all over the body. I hurriedly turned around and saw my room inside. Under the lamp, I stood a girl dressed in pink ladies, slim and graceful. I was 18 years old and young, and I couldn’t look good. It looked like a breather. But the beauty of the air.

The beauty under the lamp is a beautiful sight.

However, Hong Yi did not appreciate the beauty of the mind. Think about it, the ancient temple in the mountains, suddenly a woman came out for no reason, not a ghost or a demon.

"Are you a ghost or a demon?"

Hong Yi pinched his fingers and calmed his mind.

"Oh, how do you know if I am a ghost or a demon?"

This sudden appearance of the woman smiled and looked at Hong Yi.

"It's very simple. Your clothes are thin and the mountains are cold. Normal people can't stand it. Secondly, there are no people in this area. If you are a single woman, how can you appear in the ancient temple late at night?" Hong Yi said, suddenly feeling under his feet. A bit sour.

"Yes, I am a ghost." The woman suddenly changed color, her voice was cold, her face was blue, and she seemed to be rushing to eat at any time.

"I didn't do anything to lose my heart in this life. I went to the ancient temple to study for my mother. You are looking for me. If you are a liu female ghost, you want to find a scholar, and I will tell you that you are looking for the wrong person. I have been studying at a young age, although I am far from being upright and clever, but the reason is still safe. Go out quickly."

Hung Yi bounced his finger and squinted his eyes and looked at it.

"I don't have the Taoist priests who drive the gods and ghosts. They don't have the power in their hands. They don't have martial arts. They don't have the power to bind their hands. When they encounter ghosts, they can only rely on their own glory... Can't show weakness, but weak. The other party has been invaded. The thoughts must be firm."

When Hong Yi’s woman was under the lamp, she cheered herself and firmly believed.

To deal with the demon, Hong Yi believes that the first thing is to be arrogant.

"Hey, hey. Juvenile, you are so funny."

Suddenly, the woman smiled and laughed. "I just just made a joke with you. I am not a ghost. The ghost has no shadow under the lamp. When you come over, you should feel the gas on me. Blood, is there such a ghost? If there is a ghost of blood, then it is not a ghost, but the **** of heaven in the Taoist family."

"Oh?"

Hong Yi heard the woman's words and looked up at the shadow under the lamp. Sure enough, the woman had a shadow under the light.

After hesitating, Hung Yi still walked into the house.

Sure enough, he could feel the aroma of the woman talking, a living person.

"Well, you are not a kind of demon. The devils are all invisible thoughts. Even if they have profound skills, they can be manifested, but they are just a cold group. They will not feel like flesh and blood. You are not a demon, but you are also It’s not ordinary people. Is it sure that the sword fairy knight who lives in the mountains is first class?”

Hong Yi used his finger to point his eyebrows.

"Oh? You seem to know a lot about the demon. The reader doesn't say that you are a strange person. You are not an ordinary reader." The woman looked at Hong Yi's eyes with a trace of doubt.

"That is just a person who reads dead books, my generation of scholars, saves the righteousness, clears the Liuhe, knows the demon, and reaches the gods. This is the thing." Knowing that the other party is not a demon, Hong Yi’s mind is calm and flexible. It’s up.

"Hey, I am coming to Xishan today to see relatives, but I can’t think of a funny teenager like you." The red woman said to herself: "Reading, um, not bad. Right, there are also among my relatives. Children want to study, I want to hire you to be a teacher to give them lectures, I don’t know if you can’t go, the reward is January 12 and two.

"January 12 two red gold?" Hong Yi was shocked. The Dagan dynasty gold and silver are a pair of fifteen, ten or two red gold is one hundred and fifty-two silver a month, which is considered a huge amount.

Hong Yi is in Hou Fu, and there are only four months of silver in a month. Don't look at only four or two districts, but one of the two silver coins is a thousand words, and a copper coin can buy a big biscuit. One or two silvers are enough for a family of three to live for a month.

Like Jingyuxing, because a poem was given to Hongyi’s four treasures of the study, the rich and precious women of Hou Xuejiao were surprised.

"You don't believe it? I can pay the deposit in advance." The woman smiled and shook her hand and smeared it on the table.

Hey, hey, a row of sparkling little gold biscotti on the table.

Hong Yi saw it at a glance. This is the money made by the Dagan Dynasty. Like the small cakes, the folks are also called "golden cakes". The official name is "gold coins." One or two.

"The quality of this gold. It is not the ordinary gold. Only the palace has such money." After Hong Yi saw the money, he felt a glimpse of the color of the gold coin.

70% gold is blue, 80% gold is yellow, 90% gold is purple, and 10% gold is red color.

As the saying goes, "There is no gold in the red, no one is perfect." The meaning is that the gold of the red color is not in the world.

However, the Taoist priests of Alchemy can burn it out. This red-colored gold, also known as "medicine gold," is a medicinal material used by Taoist priests to practice lead-burning mercury.

This kind of red gold is printed as a coin, only the palace.

Usually the emperor, the queen is awarded to the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs, or the harem.

"This woman seems to be mysterious. In fact, my mind lacks some exquisiteness. It easily reveals my identity. The people in the palace, the palace ladies are not like the ladies, what are they doing in the middle of the night?" Hong Yi’s doubts flashed : "Gentlemen love money, take it right, you have to ask the teacher to actually give out ten or two gold a month, it can be seen that students are not so simple to teach. You collect the money, or find a time to see it."

Although I really want this money, today's things are too strange. Hung Yi has to be careful: "I don't want to be greedy, not greedy, and what the devil can't help me."

"That's for sure. Let's go. It's really hard to find a teacher now. It's rare to meet your understanding reader. Although I am younger, I am not afraid of ghosts. I am not afraid of demon. It is rare. It is you." Self-talking, stand up.

"Just go now?" Hong Yi blinked.

"Of course." The woman smiled again. "There is still about sixty miles from here, but you can't walk with your feet, or I will take you."

"Men and women are unclear, let's say it is so late, you will come over again during the day." Hong Yi, of course, tried to quit ~www.novelbuddy.com~ at night in the ancient temple of the mountain, suddenly following a mysterious woman, it must be a blessing .

"I will go back in the dawn, what men and women are unclear, and no one can see." The woman looked up at the sky, there was a majesty between the eyebrows, and suddenly she reached out and grabbed Hong Yi’s arm. The whole person jumped and went directly to the courtyard of the temple.

This leaps, like the shrinking of the ground into the inch, is directly the distance of twenty people of ordinary people, Hong Yi only feels the clouds in general.

"Shrinking?"

"What kind of shrinking technique? This is just a step-by-step approach."

The sound of the wind screaming in the ear, and the voice of the woman, Hong Yi only saw a big tree going away, and he seemed to be a kite being released, all the ears in the ears were wind, eyes I can't open it.

"This woman is running faster than the horse." Hong Yi closed his eyes.

About two or three pillars of time, Hong Yi suddenly felt a sudden stop, opened his eyes, in front of a dark valley, the center of the valley, vaguely flared.

"what is that!"

Hong Yi saw an unforgettable scene of his life.

In the middle of the valley, a large bonfire was burned, and beside the bonfire, dozens of snow-white fur foxes were sitting around.

These foxes, sitting half-squatting, seem to be humans, especially they, holding books one by one, making strange voices, as if they are reading, just like the children in the private school.

A group of foxes, reading like a human!