Gu Yun frowned and recalled carefully for a moment: "I heard of it... It seems to be a god in the north?"

"It is the head of the four evil gods worshipped by the eighteen tribes." Chen Qingxu said, "It is said that he has four legs, four arms, two heads, and two hearts, and controls wind disasters and great famines. Urgu is greedy by nature. When it comes, the world will change color, and all living beings will be swallowed by it. He is the most feared god in the Northern Barbarians."

Gu Yun said "hmm", a little confused.

"I went deep into the grassland for half a year, but I can only say that the voodoo technique of the Eighteen Tribes is just a simple taste. Its profoundness and its distant origin cannot be imagined by foreign tribes - many voodoo techniques are related to their strange legends of evil gods, and the most vicious one is 'Urgu'." Chen Qingxu paused slightly, "'Four-legged, four-armed, two-headed, and two-hearted, literally, what does the Marquis think it sounds like?"

Gu Yun hesitated and said, "It sounds like sticking two people together."

Chen Qingxu: "Yes, the evil god Urgu devoured his brothers as soon as he was born, and he gained double the divine power. Among the eighteen tribes, there is an ancient witchcraft that combines the two brothers connected by blood into one not long after they were born, and the monsters cultivated... people can obtain the power of the evil god, also called 'Urgu'."

After hearing this, Gu Yun was silent for a while, and gently pressed his ribs. Although he was protected by steel plates, for some reason, he still felt the pain of needles under the ribs.

Chen Qingxu hurriedly said, "Mr. Marquis, your wound..."

"It's okay," Gu Yun waved his hand. He licked his lips slightly and asked in a slowed tone. "Miss Chen, I don't understand what it means to 'comb two people into one'?"

Chen Qingxu was a little hesitant.

"It doesn't matter," Gu Yun said, "Just say it."

"I'm also hearing it, I'm afraid it's not accurate," Chen Qingxu said in a low voice. "It means putting a pair of children under one year old in a sealed place, not giving any light, water, food.... One of them will be suffocated to death first, take out the dead baby and refining it with a secret method."

Gu Yun thought that the medicine on his body had worked for a moment, and his ears were useless again, so he asked with difficulty: "...what?"

"Refining." Chen Qingxu bit the word slightly, "and then cooperate with the secret medicine of the barbarian witch to take it little by little for his surviving brothers."

Gu Yun said in a lost voice: "Can that child still survive?"

"The Grand Marshal underestimated the eighteen thousand-year-old voodoo techniques," Chen Qingxu sighed. "In the lost voodoo techniques, there are even records of making dead people into staggers that can run and move, let alone using living people to refine weapons. They believe that the people who have been refined in this way... may be called 'Urgu', who have been very powerful since childhood, or are different from ordinary people's intelligence, because 'he' is actually two people, four-legged and two-headed, and can invite the power of the evil god."

Gu Yun hesitated: "Forgive me for being ignorant and have no insight into this kind of...thing. Miss Chen, I think this sounds like a nonsense circulating among the ignorant people."

Chen Qingxu said: "Using our inherent experiences and understanding, the Marquis can regard Urgu as a poison that destroys mind. Some madmen are indeed more powerful than ordinary people, and their perspectives on things are often different from those of ordinary people. When they have not completely lost their minds, they seem extremely intelligent and not new."

Gu Yun: "...and there are things that cannot be understood by our inherent experiences and experiences."

Chen Qingxu said: "Master, I will tell you that I sneaked into the eighteen tribes to search for voodoo skills, not only for your eyes and ears, but also for tracing Urgu. However, there are very few records related to barbarians. There is only one rumor about an ancient barbarian general. The name of that person is "Urgu". This person is cruel and bloodthirsty, but he won every battle, and established the current unified situation of the eighteen tribes. He lived to be thirty-two years old and was unmarried for life, because of "either life nor death, neither male nor female."

Gu Yun felt goosebumps when he heard it.

Chen Qingxu: "I have checked this person's birth and birth and learned that his mother was born as a pair of twins, but there was no record of the girl after that, nor did she say she died... There are two explanations, either the family's backward girl was lost, or..."

The twins were refined into Ur bones, and the dead and the living were combined into one, and the men and the women grew up together, which was "either life nor death, neither men nor women."

Gu Yun pressed his hands under his ribs tightly, and Chen Qingxu asked nervously: "Mr. Marquis, is the steel plate loose?"

Gu Yun bent down, took a breath for a while, and whispered: "Why do anyone do such a thing?"

Chen Qingxu helped him to sit aside: "Often the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, and the whole family is in danger of protection will only be used like this. He uses bloodline as a sacrifice to the evil gods to revenge. All people named Urgu will cause bloody turmoil when they are born."

Gu Yun: "You just said that it was like a poison that hurts people's minds. Let me make it clearer."

Chen Qingxu said: "Urgu will be crazy. At the beginning, it is a nightmare. Over time, people will become sensitive and suspicious. If they are not controlled, they will gradually develop hallucinations, and finally..."

"So..." Gu Yun said two words, and his voice became hoarse as if it had cracked. He had to clear his throat hard before he could continue the sentence, "So you have turned on Anshen San for him."

Chen Qingxu: “…”

Of course she knew who Gu Yun was referring to, so she was speechless and had to make a decision.

Gu Yun closed his eyes slightly - thinking that Chang Geng had actually mentioned to him more than once more casually that he would easily sleep poorly, but he never thought that the child had followed the Chen family to learn medicine and had made himself feel like an old man all day long, but he turned out to... he had so many difficulties.

Gu Yun: "How far has Chang Geng been?"

Chen Qingxu didn't say anything for a moment.

Gu Yun: "You said, I can accept it no matter what. As long as I live for one day, I will care whether he is crazy or stupid."

Chen Qingxu said: "Your Highness... Your Highness is firm in his will and calm in his mind. The Ur bones on his body have not occurred much for many years. He knew that he had a little more restraint than ordinary people. But a while ago... um... I have already suppressed it with a needle, so the marquis doesn't have to worry."

Although she was vague, Gu Yun could hear that - he had been in a calm state and had never had much attack, except for a while ago.

"It's because of me." He thought blankly, stood up almost like a corpse, and staggered for a moment, his face as if he had just been stabbed.

Then he let Chen Qingxu's hand that he wanted to support him, and left in a daze. The stiff steel plate supported him, making him look like an iron golem that was about to burn dry with purple gold.

Chen Qingxu stopped in place for a moment, and Subai's face was very solemn. She couldn't help but look back at the direction of the capital - the wooden bird released a few days ago should have arrived in Beijing, but... Is the decision she wrote in her letter really right?

The sky in the capital was gloomy. When the wooden bird flew by, the small figure completely merged into the dark clouds that were suppressing people, almost invisible.

Zhang Fenghan got out of a carriage and bowed to the people in the carriage and thanked him: "I'm sorry, please take the time to send me here."

Chang Geng picked up the curtain of the car and smiled, "I have lived in the Military Affairs Office for several days. It's time to go back to the Marquis' Mansion to get a few pieces of clothes to change. It's just a way. You don't have to be polite to Fenghan Gong - did Lingshu Court not prepare a carriage for you?"

Zhang Fenghan didn't care much: "I've used it to run errands for the people below. I won't leave Beijing, so I should do it. Now there are wars everywhere, and the court is using money everywhere. Let's save a little bit. If you don't have the ability to turn the tide, can't you just do your best?"

Chang Geng smiled and said, "It's this reason that the younger generation will receive teachings."

Zhang Fenghan hurriedly said, "I dare not", but Chang Geng stopped him and said, "Don't stay."

As he said, he took out the memorial of Zhang Fenghan's shameless words that demanded that the emperor lift the ban on the people of Zi Liujin, and handed it over with both hands and said, "Please forgive me for your crime. I stopped this memorial without authorization and did not send it up - there are no outsiders here. I would like to say something to you that the people of Zi Liujin has always been a piece of the emperor's scale. Since Emperor Wu, I have never relaxed a day and put it in his heart. For the emperor, purple Liujin is no different from the imperial seal. If you are the emperor, can you allow the people to sell carved jade seals for private use?"

Zhang Fenghan knew that the letter he handed over might not be of use. He was either called back by the Military Affairs Office or made Emperor Long'an angry again, but he was quite literatily angry and always felt that "I should say it if you like to listen or not." Unexpectedly, His Highness Yan Wang actually came to him to speak in a condescending manner, and he was so honest.

Zhang Fenghan's face turned red by his frankness and sighed: "Your Highness... Oh, Your Highness is right, and he is confused for a moment, causing trouble for Your Highness."

"I know that Feng Hangong's sincere heart for serving the country and the people is the backbone of Lingshuyuan. Daliang's life has not been easy in recent years. The steel armor combat preparations depend on you," Chang Geng waved his hand, "It's too late to protect you, so how can you say something about trouble?"

Zhang Fenghan was a little helpless, but King Yan looked extremely sincere and his tone didn't make people feel numb. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and just kept saying "shamed".

"Since my little brother Ge Chen entered the Lingshu Courtyard, he has been muttering in my ears all day long," Chang Geng joked, "I wish I could learn how you love to drink Monkey and eat pickled radish together. I think he just bought a bunch of white hair and wore it every day."

Zhang Fenghan's old face turned red this time. He wished he could call his newly accepted apprentice Ge Chen and slapped him, and poured all the trivialities into Yanwang's ears.

"Ge Chen and I grew up together in Yanhuicheng. When we were young, we caught the invasion of the barbarians. There were no people in his family. We have been following me for so many years..." Chang Geng paused slightly and looked at Zhang Fenghan with some embarrassment. "I'm not talking nonsense, just say it. There was a heartless request from Ge Chen to ask me to tell Fenghan Gong that he has always admired Fenghan Gong's character and wants to recognize you... Well, be an elder, don't ask for anything else, just want to serve him in the future, which can be considered a complete wish. What do you think?"

Zhang Fenghan's breathing became rapid for a moment.

After Ge Chen followed Chen Yi to Beijing, he stayed in the capital and entered the Lingshu Courtyard. He was diligent, smart, and talented. He was particularly close to Zhang Fenghan. In a few days, the old man took him as his personal disciple.

But he is not without self-awareness. Zhang Fenghan has always been honest and powerless in this life, and will attract people all day long. What benefits can he bring? Can he protect anyone? Even if he is desolate in his old age, who will be willing to take care of him except for a few old dogs at home?

Chang Geng looked at his expression: "Oh, I told him that Gong Fenghan loves purity the most and does not like to ask for a noisy thing like him. You don't have to make things difficult for you. I will scold him for you. Don't worry, that thing has been heartless since childhood and will not take it to your heart."

Zhang Fenghan hurriedly said, "Your Highness, wait! Your Highness! I... this... I am..."

When he was anxious, his tongue was tucked, his forehead was full of heat and sweat. Chang Geng didn't make a sound, and he looked at him leisurely, his smile was gloomy, as clear as a boy, with a little bit of aptitude.

Zhang Fenghan rarely saw him being impatient and steadfast. He came to his senses and laughed helplessly: "Your Highness is really..."

"Then I told him to go, and I will turn back home, and I will do my best to you," Chang Geng said briskly, "Let Xiao Ge find a good time and kowtow to you-by-be, it's going to rain. Get an umbrella from me in case of emergency."

Zhang Fenghan said goodbye to Li Feng's old thorny head with a smile on his face, and kept staring at King Yan's car walking away with a kind look.

As soon as Chang Geng left, the sky was as he said, and it started to drizzle.

Feng Hangong supported the umbrella left by Chang Geng for him, and felt a little moved. For more than half a year, the war has been in chaos and even if it is not peaceful, as long as he looked at these young people, he felt that the towering pillar in the Golden Hall of Daliang had not collapsed, and there were still those people supporting him.

There are so many smart and talented people in the world. However, if a person is too smart, he will always lose some of his energy and tend to be more wise and brave. He must have a truly wise and brave person who stands up and raises up the beam before he can gather them together.

Those who walk ahead are destined to work hard and may not have a good ending, and no matter how worth it is... But Wan Qiansha Shuo, if there were no such few stones, wouldn't it be destroyed by Qianqiu Wandai long ago?

Feng Hangong turned around and saw a snow-white monk's robe flashing by at the corner of the alley. He then lowered the smile on his face and walked over quickly.

The restaurant in the alley is not as dignified as the Yuanlou in the past, but more like a casual teahouse. It is as poor as Feng Hangong walking in. He put away his folding umbrella and shook the rainwater above him. He heard someone gently knocking on the wooden stairs a few times. He looked up and saw Master Riran taking off his wet hat, standing on the second floor, nodding slightly at him, Feng Hangong understood and walked up quickly.

The two walked into the innermost private room one by one. There was already a middle-aged man waiting inside. The man was about forty or fifty years old. He was not very handsome and dressed very well. But he looked very kind at first glance, as if his eyes and eyebrows were round. However, if there were officials from the Ministry of Revenue here, he would probably be very surprised - this person was Du Wanquan, the richest man in Jiangnan.

Du Wanquan made his fortune in Jiangnan and once formed a caravan to travel to the West. He was a giant businessman who went to the West in person since Emperor Wu of the Daliang Dynasty started shipping. He died and had a lot of profits. After returning, he was called "Du Caishen".

Later he moved to the northwest and was elected as the president of the Ancient Silk Road Central Plains Chamber of Commerce.

As early as when Anding Hou was ordered to cut off his salary in the capital for some reason, before returning, the great merchant with a keen sense of smell took the lead in summoning members of the chamber of commerce to evacuate in batches. After that, the turbulent situation in the Western Regions did not hurt too many innocent people. It can be said that this weather vane of the God of Wealth led the way in time.

No one knows how much money Du Wanquan has, and everyone says that he is rich enough to rival a country. Of course, just look at Daliang's current poverty, it is nothing great to be able to compete with a country.

Such a God of Wealth is now gathered in a rather shabby small wine shop with the monks from Huguo Temple and the old thorns of Lingshu Courtyard.

When he saw Zhang Fenghan, Du Wanquan stood up politely and gave him to the seat, bowed and said, "Please please, please, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Now it seems that you have not changed at all, and your style is better than that of those days."

Zhang Fenghan refused and said, "What are you talking about? I'm old."

Du Wanquan bowed seriously and said, "My wife and children were dissuaded by their wife and children before coming to Beijing, fearing that the situation in the capital was not stable. I told them that this old bone was not higher than me. I told them, "Isn't Fenghan Gong taller than me? When the troops arrived at the city, I was unarmed and fearless. I am a small businessman. Although I can't compare to such an unparalleled national sect, if I don't even dare to come to visit me later, what would it be?"

Du Caishen lived in the mall for a long time, and made money with his own heart. He had a similar effect when talking to His Highness Yan King. They all belonged to two sentences that made people blush and still felt useful. Zhang Fenghan realized that if he was polite to him, they might not be able to talk about things before dark, so he had to sit in the first place.

Monk Leran put his hands together and gestured, "Mr. Du's family has a great career and a lot of things to do every day. Feng Hangong will rush back to Lingshu Courtyard later. Let's talk less. The younger generation is overwhelmed and raise this up."

As he said that, he took out the Buddhist beads in his arms, pulled them gently, and the strings of beads spread out. He broke the largest beads apart and took out an old hollow wood from it. The shell was simple and there were countless exquisite gears in it.

Feng Hangong and Du Wanquan looked at each other and stopped being polite. They each took out a piece of hollow wood from their arms. Three hollow woods were placed together, attracting each other, sliding on the table, the gears inside bit each other, and then put them together in a tight blink, forming the upper half of a wooden sign with the word "lin" on it.

"The last time this brand was paired up was more than two hundred years ago," Du Wanquan sighed, "Last time, my ancestors and predecessors handed over this thing to the Tai/Zu Emperor, and they did not choose the wrong person, but they were exchanged for two hundred years of peace and prosperity. Now it is passed on to our generation. I hope we can still choose the right one this time... Today, Master Leran summoned the 'Linyuan', and someone must have chosen it."

Leran gestured and said, "Old Zhong and the Chen family are on the front line, and people cannot arrive. Mr. Zhong has entrusted someone a few days ago to bring his opinions and wooden signs he kept. Miss Chen is in chaos and the people are a little farther away. I haven't seen each other yet, but I guess it's only one day or half a day."

Du Wanquan glanced at the Linyuan wooden sign on the table, sat upright and said solemnly: "Master, please tell me."

"Amitabha," Yeran folded his hands together and lowered his head, "A man, from the beginning of the war, used the wooden birds in Linyuan Pavilion to deliver a letter to the besieged capital. He was ordered to kill the traitor, defend the city himself, and resisted the orders to not accept the throne-"

When Zhang Fenghan heard this, he immediately agreed, "I agree with the person the master said. I have the most contact with His Highness Yan King in the court. Although he is young, he is both virtuous and talented. I am willing to entrust this wooden sign to him. I am ashamed. I have eaten too many idle meals for many years. At critical moments, I can't stand any use. I was stunned when I heard the frontline war reports. I didn't expect that the Western Army could really besiege the capital, nor did I think that I could use wooden birds to send a message... Mr. Du, what do you say?"

The two of them looked at Du Wanquan at the same time on the table. Du Wanquan thought for a while, but did not respond for a moment and said smoothly: "Your Highness Yan King is valuable. I have never contacted you, but I heard that your highness once studied under Mr. Zhong and had friendship with the Chen family. Those two must know more. Why not wait for them?"

Mingran took out a wooden bird from his arms, and there was a very thin seal on the abdomen, which was intact.

"This is Mr. Zhong," said Lee Ran, "I have not opened it yet, please."

Du Wanquan rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "You're welcome."

After he finished speaking, he carefully opened the seal, spread the bird's belly, and took out the fourth wooden sign from it.

When this piece is spelled out, most of the word "Yuan" is spelled out, leaving only one corner, and there is also a piece of sea-patterned paper from Zhong Chan under the wooden sign.

Zhang Fenghan said: "Old Mr. Zhong taught His Highness Yan to send troops to set up formations and archery skills. What kind of love is that? It won't be..."
Chapter completed!