Chapter 56: Non-Anthropomorphic Gods

Zhuang Lin patted a few cases of the table, and also drank a lot for Zhao Chenyu.

"Zhao Langjun, good atmosphere!"

Although Zhao Chenyu was excited for a while, at the moment of his sword and poetry, the number of air in his body was relatively brighter, so even if it was an ordinary person, if he could raise his mind, it was possible to change his life.

Zhuang Lin's heart was so much thoughtful, but Zhao Chenyu was even more happy because of the cheering of the guests in front of him.

"Hahahahaha ... Mr. Zi'an is praised, and the fallacy is praised, but the improvisation sword!"

Zhao Chenyu accepted the sword and returned to the sheath, and then kneeling back to Zhuang Lin again, throwing the sword beside him. As soon as he hurriedly avoided the "sword qi" family servant, he hurriedly accepted the sword.

Zhuang Lin grinned, and just waved a few times to be able to count the sword, which was too insulting the threshold of the dance sword.

Zhao Chenyu seemed to be more respectful to Zhuang Lin. Although he pulled his sword a few times when he was excited, he was not forgotten.

The hall was clearly large, and he couldn't wave his sword. He was panicked to avoid sitting there with Zhuang Lin's face without changing his face, forming a sharp contrast.

Suddenly there was a sentence in my heart, who was in trouble without fear, and the courage of the sage!

Of course, Zhao Chenyu did not think that he was a big deal of swords, but just thought of this sentence for a while. Although it seemed to have been injured, it was not important. What is important is that Zhuang Zi'an not only learned outstandingly, but also excellent.

Just like the ancient dancing sword facing Xiangzhuang, the sword light sword shadow still calmly.

Of course, I certainly don't have the meaning of Xiangzhuang dance, which is not important!

"By the way, why should Mr. Zi An call me Langjun? Yuan Liang learned a lot. He mentioned several times, and he said that he was well -known and well -known. He praised him so much, since he was learned as a master, and he was also the head of the lower division, so he would be able to cheer up! "

Zhuang Lin believes that he is not familiar with Zhao Chenyu to this extent, and it is impossible for him to be herself as a teacher. They are polite and polite, but they can only laugh.

"Zhao Langjun does not have to be modest. Mr. Yuan Liang praises you. Oh yes, I almost forgot about it. In the next time, I also asked Mr. Yuan Liang's whereabouts. , I will be able to go on the way to the journey! "

Zhuang Lin was designed to open the topic. As for Tao Yuanming praised Zhao Chenyu, it was not a false.

When I left last time, Tao Yuanming also mentioned that Zhao Chenyu was good, and his gas volume was large, and the accountant would not say goodbye.

"Brother Yuan Liang ..."

Zhao Chenyu nodded.

"After you left Liu Gongzi that day, he didn't stay in Wuling, and soon settled to Nanyang. Nanyang Liu Linzhi was his cousin.

Zhuang Lin's heart moved.

"Liu Ziyi?"

There are many famous masters in ancient times, and Liu Ziyi is very inconspicuous in it, but thanks to "Peach Blossom Source", it can be regarded as an eternal fame. He at least feel familiar.

"It's exactly!"

Zhuang Lin nodded slightly and was about to say something. Zhao Chenyu seemed to suddenly discover the book box that Zhuang Lin was not far behind him, mainly to see the red wooden sword on the book box.

"Well, this sword is very different, how can there be no scabbard? This ..."

Zhao Chenyu looked down subconsciously and looked at it subconsciously. Just thought it was a mahogany as a hilt, and when he saw the whole picture, he was slightly shocked.

"This, this turned out to be a wooden sword? Mr. Zi An, how can you go out with a wooden sword?"

This time, Zhuang Zi'an came here, and there were no one who had the support of the support. He actually had only a wooden sword?

"Could it be that there is no sword without a sword? If the gentleman is not disliked, I still have a few swords in the study room.

"It doesn't have to be. Although this is a wooden sword, it is very special. When it comes to Feng Rui, it may be slightly inferior, but when it comes to tenacity, it is not lost to the golden iron, but it is considered!"

Zhuang Lin said goodly. The brown sandalwood heart may be hard enough but obviously not as good as the gold iron, but this wooden sword is not.

"Is there such a thing?"

Zhao Chenyu was curious, and couldn't help but ask.

"Can you observe me?"

Zhuang Lin had no taboo. He took the wooden sword on the book box and handed it to Zhao Chenyu in front of him, and the latter hurriedly picked up.

As soon as the wooden sword started, Zhao Chenyu felt a little sinking in his hand, and his heart was shocked.

"This sword is even more heavier than a real sword?"

Zhuang Lin nodded.

"It's really heavier."

The density of the wooden sword itself is extremely heavy, and it is a bit heavy after being tempered by Zhuang Lin.

"Is this five pounds up and down?"

Zhao Chenyu asked Mu Jian as asking such a sentence, and Zhuang Lin frowned slightly and then nodded.

The pound of Jin Dynasty inherited the Qin and Han dynasties, probably more than 200 grams, which was less than half a catty of later generations.

Today's scholars also have the habit of saving sword. In addition to decorative effects, they also consider defense and have a certain spirit of martial arts. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the sword is decorated, it is also a war soldier.

Generally speaking, a normal -shaped sword, under the premise of ensuring the center of gravity, is about four pounds after the sheath.

"Interesting and fun!"

Zhao Chenyu looked at the wooden sword in his hand carefully, and found that his color was very thick. The black pattern was dark red, the texture was complicated and mysterious, and the more he looked!

"Good black sword, even if I look at it, what kind of wood is this, why have I never seen it?"

"Oh, this wood is obtained by chance, and Zhuang Mou doesn't know ..."

"It's a pity ..."

The topic of the two people turned on the sword unknowingly.

Zhao Chenyu may be too strict recently. He hasn't been allowed to go out of the city for a long time and hasn't had a speculative friend to chat. What the topic is caught?

Of course, this time Zhuang Lin was inevitable to be left by Zhao Chenyu. Last time he put a pigeon, this time Zhuang Lin had no reason to refuse.

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In the city of Wuling, the monster is removed today is naturally a hot topic today. The stores around the streets, regardless of the people or power, this matter is the talk of tea after dinner.

At the same time, the people in Wuling City were also relieved. Although there were not many people walking at night, at least don't worry about being dragged out by monsters at home.

In the afternoon, Zhao Chenyu accompanied Zhuang Lin to hang out in Wuling City. As the latter's wishes went to the temple in the city.

Passing through a narrow lane, the two came to the side of the street, and a small temple was listed in front of them, and a faint flavor of incense permeated the street.

"Mr. Zi An, the front is Shuiyong Temple!"

Zhao Chenyu introduced this way, and Zhuang Lin nodded slightly, and then went to the temple together.

Today, the incense of Shuiyong Temple is better than in the past, and many people come to incense.

Zhao Chenyu was originally prepared to go to the pillar incense, but when he saw Zhuang Lin's intention, he would not buy incense for the time being. As he entered the temple together.

The temple is not large, a courtyard is surrounded by a temple, and there are still people worshiping God.

When Zhuang Lin arrived in front of the hall, he obviously could smell more rich incense. There was also a light feeling that seemed to be compressed, but it was not targeted.

"Is this, what is the god of water ..."

Zhuang Lin murmured and looked up at the Shentai in the middle of the hall. It was not the idol in the imagination, but a piece of ditch embroidered on it.

Shui Yong, the first refers to the ditch, the water conservancy in the city, and the meaning of the water of the city, but Zhuang Lin didn't know much. I did not expect that this was the situation in the temple.

"Mr. Zi An, do you want to go to the column incense?"

Zhao Chenyu suggested that since he wants to see the temple, Zhuang Zi'an should not be completely far away from ghosts and gods.

"It's okay!" "Oh, that's right, I have it!"

Zhao Chenyu took the incense from his accompanying servants, apparently he still bought it first.

Everything inside the temple is relatively simple. The two ordered the incense and inserted the incense on the incense burner.

Zhao Chenyu's operation was very skilled. He twisted the incense and ignited it, divided the incense to Zhuang Lin, and then prayed to the fragrance by himself.

When he was in Zhuang Lin, although he had the same learning, he didn't feel his mind when he was incense, as if a piece of white paper.

When Zhuanglin's Sanxiang incense was inserted on the incense burner, he had just sprinkled it. The whole incense burner was unshakable, and the three incense was extinguished.

"Um?"

On the one hand, Zhao Chenyu stunned. He didn't see what was going on clearly for a while, and how it felt like a god case was shaking.

"Is it just ... oh, why don't your incense smoke?"

Speaking of half of Zhao Chenyu, he suddenly found that the six fragrances they just inserted were smoked.

"Did you ignite the incense?"

Zhao Chenyu looked at the servant next to him, and his face was a little dissatisfied, and the latter immediately shook his head.

"It must be ignited, and the son, this is you!"

"This ... Mr. Zi An will not order three branches?"

Zhao Chenyu also reacted, it was indeed the fragrance of himself, and it must be clicked. He muttered in his heart whether there was any bad omen, and hurriedly persuaded Zhuang Lin to get the incense again. Essence

However, Zhuang Lin shook his head and joked.

"It seems that it is not the incense of Zhuang!"

After speaking, Zhuang Lin no longer said more, and turned directly away.

At the moment of Xiangzhi, Zhuang Lin understood that the relationship between this kind of intractic god and the rules of heaven and earth was closer. At the same time, because of his willingness, he had a certain degree of influence.

Zhuang Lin is a fairy -like Xianxiu. Even if you go to the incense, even if you don't think about it, the other party has a feeling of going to ask for something.

The self -instincts that should have worked together in the world, but because of the popularity of human beings, to help, to help you dare not accept the incense!

Zhao Chenyu looked at the Shentai and looked at Zhuang Lin again. He hesitated to take three branches from the servant, and quickly rushed to the fragrance. The meditation was on the Zhuang Lin. ... ...

After a while, Zhao Chenyu and Zhuang Lin arrived at a large temple.

This temple is obviously much larger than Shuiyong Temple, which is the temple of the society.

With the precedent of Shuiyong Temple, Zhuang Lin was not surprised to see a large stone standing on the god of the Society Temple after entering the temple.

Its clever jobs are in charge of land and vegetation, hosting the order of the world, and the responsibility of breeding and reproduction of all things. Of course, there is also the saying that it is safe and preserved.

In fact, it is very similar to the land god. Zhuang Linben thought that the personalized land god should be more common during this period, but obviously, what he saw was still a regular god.

The temple is still dazzling, and the incense is more prosperous than the previous small temple.

Zhao Chenyu became fragrant again, but this time Zhuang Lin couldn't get up.

In addition to these two temples, there are some ancestral halls. There are no other temples in Wuling City that Zhao Chenyu thinks are worth visiting.

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On that day, Zhao Chenyu naturally entertained the whole process. Dinner was at Zhao's house. As the host, Mr. Zhao liked to drink.

However, in Zhuang Lin's opinion, Zhao Chenyu's alcohol tolerance was too poor, far less than Tao Yuanming. He thought that it would not be a problem to drink more of this low-alcohol wine. As a result, after a few rounds of drinking, Mr. Zhao fell down......

That night, Zhuang Lin also stayed at Zhao Chenyu's house. Although he did not plan to stay in Wuling for a long time, he was not in a hurry to come in the morning and leave in the afternoon.

Lying on the bed at night, Zhuang Lin closed his eyes and thought most about what he saw during the day.

The history of this world is similar to the world Zhuang Lin used to live in, but it is different. He is not a good historian, so he can only make some references.

However, based on realistic judgment, the worship of the city god has not yet risen here, and even the gods worshipped are not anthropomorphic.

The Water God was considered by later generations to be the predecessor of the City God. Although the Community God is similar to the Land God, it is more inclined to coordinate nature. Now it seems that they are more of a rule-based function based on the limitations of heaven and earth, and are also relatively rigid.

No wonder a small monster dares to harm people so close to the city.

As long as it is not the level of a major disaster, it may be assumed to be within the law of nature, or just recorded, which will affect the future path of cultivation, such as various disasters, and it is not responsible for actively rejecting them.

The Jin Dynasty will not last long, and the current era is even more turbulent. I am afraid that there are many demons...

Forget it, let's sleep first. This is not something that a small cultivator like me can consider now.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Lin was about to use sleep instead of cultivation to calm his mind.

But the next moment, Zhuang Lin suddenly opened his eyes, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if there was some kind of connection.

For some reason, Zhuang Lin inexplicably thought of Lu Jing in the Shili Pavilion. At that time, he said that if the wound hurts, the monster will come...

Zhuang Lin's mind moved, and he had already understood.

This is the traction of the qi!

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In the dead of night, outside the gate of the county government, the body of the big monkey was torn apart on all sides and hung in the middle of the frame.

Even if it is dead, the monster corpse is particularly creepy. In addition, the curfew has not been lifted, and it is even more impossible for anyone to come here at night.

But now there is a person who appears in front of the monster corpse.

This person is wearing a black robe and walks lightly to the monster corpse. The moment he saw the corpse, his face was startled, and then his face showed a sudden realization. No wonder he noticed something different. The breath on the beads kept disappearing, and he was actually dead!

The visitor frowned and looked at the notice posted on the side. He probably knew that he was killed by a so-called passing expert and the government office?

With a sword?

This man subconsciously reached out and touched the sword on the big monkey's chest, and then his heart skipped a beat. The seemingly ordinary wound, when he touched it, felt sharp as ice!

If the sword's evil doesn't dissipate, the soul will disappear!