"Look at this side! You are talking about you, that man looks like a slut!" The scholar turned his head and saw a big man with a fat face waving to him.
Next to the man was a desk with a pen and paper on it, and a cabinet behind it was neatly placed with stacks of papers. Next to the desk was a sign with the words "Logistics" three A big word.
There are eight or nine identical book cases on both sides of the road at the entrance of the town, and there are three or two strong men behind each book case.
The scribe walked over and asked curiously: "Do you need to register and enter Qingming?"
The big man glared at him and said in a rough voice: "Or what if you want? You can come here and leave as soon as you want? Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly and register. My mission has not been completed today!"
As he said that, the man took a piece of paper into the arms of the scribe and said, "Look at how you look like you are a literate person, save me some effort, you can fill it out yourself!"
The scribe pointed his finger to the small square next to him and asked, "What do those people do?"
There were thousands of people in the small square, and dozens of long queues were waiting for registration. There were a hundred books on the square, and everyone in charge of registration was writing like a flying job, so although the team was long, it was reduced. It's pretty fast.
The big man looked in the direction of the scribe's finger and said, "Those are refugees who are preparing to join Qingming. You are different. You shouldn't be here to join, right?"
The scribe looked at the form, frowned slightly, and said, "Why is it so troublesome? Forget it, I'll leave if I don't enter the town."
The strong man immediately shouted: "Stop! You can only leave after registering!"
The scribe was dissatisfied and asked, "I don't go in, why do I still need to register?"
"Where do you come from so many reasons? Just be happy! I ask you to register, and you have to register!"
The scribe still wanted to argue, but the strong man raised his fist and shouted: "If you dare to talk too much, you will be charged with hindering the handling of the toll. Be beaten half to death first and then sent to prison!"
The scribe said angrily: "Is there no king's law here? If you say you can arrest people?"
The strong man sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, who said we have no king's law? You will arrest you if you refuse to register. If you registered honestly, there would be no such thing now. Don't talk nonsense, this piece of paper, you Fill in or not?”
Seeing a few big men surrounding him, the situation was stronger than that of others, the scholar had no choice but to pick up the paper and pen.
There are more than a dozen columns on the paper, and the registration content is very detailed, and it takes a lot of effort to fill it out. At the end, there is a line of small words: If there is a lie, it will be struck by lightning.
Finally, the signature is signed, and the names are required to be signed in the human and witch tribes.
The scribe carefully finished writing, signed his name, and then said, "How can I write the Witch Clan? I can't sign this!"
The strong man picked up the form and didn't even look at it. He ripped it off with a "hiss", and then said, "Refilling it."
The scribe was furious: "Why is this?"
The strong man said expressionlessly: "There can't be any corrections on it, please refilling them!"
The scribe, under the watch of several strong and muscular men on both sides, had to swallow his anger and took the new paper and refilled it. As soon as he signed the name, the strong man snatched it and tore it over and said, "Refilling it!"
This time, he was too lazy to even look for excuses.
The literary figure was so angry that his face turned pale and his hands couldn't stop trembling, but the people around him ignored it.
Some people wearing official uniforms passed by and talked and laughed with the strong man, but no one paid attention to the scholars. The scholars finally understood that all officials in the world were all one family, and there was no place to reason in Qingming.
He filled in four consecutive copies and was torn four copies until the fifth copy was when the strong man looked carefully at the signature and nodded with satisfaction.
The scribe had spent a whole hour here, so tired that he could not speak, and walked into the town. As soon as he entered the town, he suddenly raised his sleeves and looked at it, and saw a few thin lines that ordinary people could not see at all.
The thread of cause and effect has been stuck to its cuffs.
His lips raised slightly, and a faint smile appeared, and he said to himself: "So that's it! I'm not careful that you have such a trick."
At this time, there were five lines of cause and effect sticking to his cuffs, which happened to be five forms he filled in. Four of them were so light that they were almost invisible, but the fifth one was very obvious.
The scribe walked casually in the town, and soon noticed that several pairs of eyes were staring at him. He suddenly moved his heart and looked into the distance. His vision penetrated the many obstacles with difficulty, and saw that there was a disaster cloud in the distant sky.
A corner.
"Is someone actually passing the tribulation? Well, I haven't seen the appearance of the tribulation clouds clearly, so I have to take a good look." The scholar narrowed his eyes and was about to look again, but the world changed instantly, and everything in the distance was hidden in the clouds and mist. I can't see again
Not clear.
He looked down at the causal thread on his cuffs, and laughed and said, "It's okay, I underestimate you. Qingming is worthy of being an immortal stone, and it's indeed magical."
At this time, these lines of cause and effect are connected to something. As long as the scholar wants to look far away, the power of the boundary will block it by itself. After trying a few times, the scholar nodded slightly and said, "It should have been discovered by me, but why is it still
There is no movement? Since that's the case, I'd better go and check it out myself."
The scribe turned around and entered the shop on the side of the road, and disappeared. Several people following behind noticed something strange and rushed into the shop, but they could find the scribe?
At this time, the scholar walked wildly, and the scenery in front of him changed with each step. In a blink of an eye, he had already seen Yong'an City and entered Ding'an City, which was still under construction.
Yong'an City is huge in scale. Now there are hundreds of thousands of people living in the city. There are people coming and going on the streets, and there is no sign of the head at first sight. However, the scholar came out of the city after only a few steps.
But in Ding'an City, he stopped and quietly looked at the new city tower under construction. People kept walking around, but turned a blind eye to him.
The foundation of the city tower was laid, and iron cages were erected, and then they were fixed with wooden boards outside, and a monk poured buckets of mud in.
This is a brand new way of construction. The scribe actually looked at it for a full quarter of an hour, then closed his eyes and silently calculated the time it took to complete the city tower, and changed his face for the first time.
His spiritual sense swept across the city tower construction site, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "Fortunately, the defense is slightly insufficient than the traditional city wall..."
But before he could finish his sentence, he saw a group of monks flying over with more than a dozen steel plates, spreading the thick steel plates on the city wall, and covering it with another layer of mud.
The scribe couldn't speak for a moment.
Just like that, he looked around, and half an hour passed without realizing it. At this moment, he suddenly remembered: Where is the Qiyun?
This time he did not delay, his figure disappeared instantly, and a moment later appeared outside the Hall of Heroes, looking at the Hall of Heroes, which had collapsed halfway through the upper half.
Wei Yuan's voice sounded in the hall: "Dear guest is here, why not come in and speak?"
The scribe walked into the hall and saw Wei Yuan standing in front of rows of tablets, staring at the names above. Many tablets were dull, but some tablets were floating faintly and faintly golden light, and some were as bright as jade. , the entire tablet emits a hazy halo.
The scribe smiled and walked in.
Wei Yuan did not look back and said slowly: "The people worshipped here are all those who died in the war with you. They knew that they had to die in battle when they went to the battlefield, but they still went there without hesitation. But I'm afraid they I didn't expect that I would have to go through another test of life and death."
The scribe glanced around and smiled and said, "Your heroes are our enemies, so I wish I could burn this place."
Wei Yuan seemed to have not heard what he was saying, and continued: "There are still a million tombstones outside, occupying two mountains. If you don't come, they won't die."
"If I don't come, there will be other tribes coming. Besides, even if we don't come, you will come."
Wei Yuan nodded: "This is right. You are here now, so you must have read it in Qingming. How do you feel?"
"It was quite unexpected. Some places can even be said to be shocking! This is not something that normal humans can think of. You should have come into contact with creatures from a wonderful world, right?"
Wei Yuan was slightly stunned and said, "Awesome! You can see this. However, with your wisdom, why do you have to attack me? And why do you take risks alone for a woman and a child? You should know, Standing here, you can no longer leave easily.”
The scribe smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I really didn't expect that one day I would be threatened by a small Dharma. The last one who talked to me like this was called Longzhe."
Wei Yuan finally turned around, his eyes were like torch, and he said, "You and I have a great realm. I was originally two small realms worse than you, but now I am only one different. There is only a little difference, I don't think it's so different. What's so great about you?"
"So you were just over the heavenly tribulation, no wonder. You arranged so many projects in Qingming, just to delay time and successfully overcome the heavenly tribulation, right?"
Wei Yuan admitted frankly and said, "I didn't expect the heavenly tribulation to come at this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to show you so many things."
The scribe smiled slightly and said, "Do you think this is just a coincidence?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I am here today, and your heavenly tribulation is here today. If I come tomorrow, your heavenly tribulation will happen tomorrow."
Wei Yuan sneered: "You can really blow!"
This heavenly tribulation was caused by the three-eyed birds and beasts digesting the magical soul of the Thunder Eagle. Wei Yuan did not think that there was any existence in this world that could control the shadows in the moon.
Under the great mantra of cause and effect that day, the three-eyed bird could tear open the space and send itself and Zhang Sheng to the only extreme north of life. Just a little bit of power coming from the air was so terrifying, its body position should still
On top of the witch.
The scribe was not angry and said, "If I guessed correctly, your heavenly tribulation is probably a big violation of common sense and is much more difficult than others, right? And not only this time, but the previous few times should have been like this."
Wei Yuan said calmly: "This is not difficult to guess. If you want to use this to disturb my Taoist heart, you can save money."
The scribe grabbed it in the air casually, and several rifts of energy appeared in the palm of his hand. These hair-like gray gases appeared and were still twisting.
The scribe smiled slightly and said, "If you guessed, no one would guess that you would have the inner demon disaster that only Yujing could have."
A cold light flashed deep in Wei Yuan's eyes and said as if nothing had happened: "There are only so many heavenly tribulations. If you guess randomly, there will always be times when you are right. Besides, you are standing here and say it is the inner demon tribulation, although I don't understand it.
How to see the Qi Qi, but it seems you understand.
So I'll accept this set. If you write me a letter before coming and tell me that you will overcome the inner demon disaster at some point today, then I will believe that you have this ability."
The literati said: "I won't go around the circle with you. It is really difficult to achieve the heavenly tribulation that affects you personally. However, it is not that difficult to aggravate the heavenly tribulation of the thief who steals the sky, and it is also in line with the will of heaven and earth. As long as you
If you are still stealing the power of heaven, the heavenly disaster will not be easy.
Well, but even if you intercept the soul of the witch clan that should have returned to heaven and earth, you will not be able to face the inner demon tribulation directly. You probably have done something that other heaven and earth cannot tolerate, so the heavenly tribulation is like this.
Heavy."
The scribe looked at Wei Yuan up and down, thinking: "So the one standing in front of me at this moment is not a demon in his heart, right?"
"You are the inner demon! Your whole family is the inner demon!" Wei Yuan accidentally said what he said in his heart.
Chapter completed!