Song Beiyun

Chapter 61: On April 4, the rain turned gray and the clouds cleared

That night Song Beiyun didn't say anything more, let alone said too much, until the next morning, he asked Wang Yuanwai to prepare chicken, duck, fish, candles and yellow paper, saying that he was going to start making.

Will he do it?Of course not, but I’ve watched too many zombie movies, and my ability to play tricks is second to none. Anyway, I dance first, and after the dance, I start circling with the red thread.

As long as the winding thing is symmetrical, it will look good with your eyes closed. Anyway, he first nails a few coffin nails into the yard, and then wraps the red thread around them to tie patterns, because the coffin nails are almost symmetrical. Therefore, after winding the wire a few times and undergoing simple geometric beautification, it really looks good.

After a whole morning of tossing around, burning incense and lighting the stove, and playing tricks, he took out a large sheet of white paper in his arms, spread it among the clumps of red thread, folded it, and fastened it with a bowl. Lowered his head, and then muttered words for a while.

"Mr. Wang, take three steps back."

Wang Yuanwai retreated obediently, Song Beiyun took the opportunity to take out a wax-sealed white phosphorus pellet from his sleeve and buried it in the densely packed red thread. The white phosphorus pill was broken, and the white phosphorus inside leaked out. Song Beiyun picked up a candle and lightly touched it, and the red thread was immediately ignited. These threads were also soaked with things beforehand, and the burning of the white phosphorus quickly ignited the red thread. .

It really looks like the heavenly fire borrowed by Song Beiyun. The flame scorched for a while, and the bowl in the middle became scorching hot. When the flame went out, Song Beiyun stepped forward and smashed the bowl, and took out the bowl inside. A piece of paper, but the white paper just now has turned blue.

After unfolding the piece of paper in front of Wang Yuanwai, everyone present gasped, because the snow-white paper just now was filled with words. Song Beiyun handed the paper full of words to Wang. Yuanwai: "Member, this is an express order from the Western Taiji Emperor, please read it."

Yuan Wai picked up the piece of paper and read it carefully. It was written in a font that he had never seen before, and the more he looked at him, the more ferocious his face became.

"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!!!"

Song Beiyun stood aside: "Member, be pure! Otherwise..."

Before the words were finished, the staff members exclaimed, because the words on the paper still slowly disappeared, and disappeared without a trace after a while, and the paper began to blur, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Sir...what's the reason?"

Song Beiyun pointed at the sky with a cold face, and Wang Yuanwai immediately understood: "I understand, I understand, the secret of heaven must not be revealed."

Seeing his respectful appearance, Song Beiyun was about to burst into laughter, but he had to keep calm on his face: "Member, I don't know what is written on this paper, this is something that God knows and you know. Don’t spread it indiscriminately, everything has its own will.”

After finishing speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood. Wang Yuanwai immediately stepped forward to help him, and looked at Song Beiyun with a worried expression: "Little Mister...Little Celestial Master, where are you?"

Song Beiyun wiped his mouth silently: "Member, my morality is not enough after all. I broke the rules for you this time, and I will definitely hurt you, but it's okay. I do things in this field, but I don't ask if I can do it. Please don't worry, just don't worry about it. Pass."

Afterwards, Song Beiyun shook off Wang Yuanwai's hand, staggered to pick up his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and staggered away into the boundless rain.

Wang Yuanwai followed far behind, and sent him to the entrance of the town very piously, and turned back to the mansion until he was completely invisible.

And the servant who followed Wang Yuanwai asked: "Master, you just let him go like this? The young master's illness..."

"God's will...God's will." Wang Yuanwai sat on the chair soaked through, his eyes were dull: "My son is pitiful..."

"Master..." Wang Yuanwai's wife also came out at this time: "Is my son saved or not?"

Wang Yuanwai shook his head lightly: "The sky has made it clear that my son has accumulated a lot of karmic debts for my Wang family's disaster prevention and disaster prevention. It is said that only the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain can keep my son safe for the rest of my life. However, it is only one step away. The chance of being ruined by someone, if not for the little celestial master to help us resolve it clearly, I am afraid that our family will suffer."

As soon as the woman heard this, she sat down on the ground: "Master, you mean...someone is going to harm our family?"

"Go, find someone to find that monk!" Wang Yuanwai waved his hand: "My lord, I want to ask him what his intentions are!"

Soon, the monk who had advised the king to go out was brought over. He was still happy to congratulate the king, but he didn't expect that he would be beaten severely as soon as he entered the house.

When the monk was beaten to death, he was carried in front of Wang Yuanwai.

"Say! Who ordered you!"

The monk was stunned for a moment, seeing Wang Yuanwai's angry face, he poured beans out of the bamboo tube without even thinking about it.

It turned out that he met a guy surnamed Yang in a casino before, and both of them lost their money that day. After thinking about it together, the bald head pretended to be an eminent monk from the Puci Temple to come to Wang Yuanwai and tell Wang Yuanwai that his young master had a problem recently. The disaster of blood and light required a marriage to congratulate the eldest son, and he also calculated the birthday horoscope that was suitable for the young master, and even calculated the name.

Finally, relying on "supernatural powers", they found Yang Donggou on the street, and the two played a play together again, defrauding Yuanwailang of [-] guan.The bald head got [-] guan, that Yang Donggou got [-] guan...

"Okay, ok, ok, you bastard!" Wang Yuanwai yelled at the case: "You lied to me and my poor son? Come on! Go and bring me that Yang Donggou!"

When the lady next to her heard that the joy she was thinking about turned out to be a hoax, she immediately spun, and then fell to the ground, her face turned pale and she lost her breath.

"Madam! Madam!!!"

At this moment, Song Beiyun was sitting on a big bluestone, eating a piece of hard bread, as if he was waiting for something, and after a while, he saw a team of servants in Tsing Yi rushed into the casino and dragged Qiaoqiao's father away. come out.

Seeing this scene, Song Beiyun laughed and spat on the ground: "Report to the official?"

He actually got the matter about the monk from the maid of Yuanwai's family. After thinking about it, no matter how he thinks it is wrong, because from ancient times to the present, where has he ever heard that a monk's mother can be counted?Isn't this clearly deceiving? Why didn't he say that he would still look for dragons and share money to see that the first level of the mountain is the first level?

So he used the alum, starch and wax oil that he carried with him overnight to make the "oracle". Oil was applied and then sprayed with alum.When alum met starch, it was obviously blue. In addition, it was operated in the rain all morning, and the starch on the paper had completed the gelatinization process. When he was in the fire, he used a bowl to hold the paper, but the temperature was still there. The high temperature melted the wax oil to make the paste The thawed starch reacted with alum, making the paper appear blue, and the words written in wax oil without these things naturally formed a paper surface effect like mottled inscriptions.

Why do the characters disappear afterwards?Without the protection of wax oil, the paper will soon become completely blurred due to molecular diffusion. Can't this fool a superstitious old father?

Right...Knowledge is power!

As for the mouthful of blood, it is actually simpler. It was Song Beiyun's impromptu idea. He has eaten too much meat these days, and a blood bubble has formed in his mouth. He himself is a very indebted person. By the way, the blood bubble was bitten open, and the effect of the mouth full of blood came out, which made the staff believe it.

He doesn't have to do anything later, someone will naturally take care of it, what engagement?What contract?Now even if Qiaoqiao is delivered to the door, the poor old father will return the goods, and maybe he will take his son to Longhu Mountain to find immortals.

As for Pretty Dad...

who cares?Maybe Qiaoqiao cared about it before, but after what happened this time, I'm afraid Qiaoqiao won't care anymore, and she is disheartened.

After Song Beiyun saw the result he wanted, he stretched his waist and walked slowly towards Xiaolianzhuang. He was really tired. He tossed a piece of paper and a few ropes all night, and he felt his footsteps on the road. is false.

After finally returning to Xiaolianzhuang, he hurriedly took a cold shower and fell asleep under the quilt without even reporting the battle situation to Qiaoqiao and the others.

When he got up to wash up, he found many people gathered at the door of Aunt Hong's house, and Qiaoqiao was squatting there, covering her face and crying.

He hastily walked over and pushed away the group of farmers: "What's wrong?"

Hearing his voice, Aqiao stood up and looked at Song Beiyun with tears in her eyes: "My father... my father..."

"What's up with him?"

"I was sentenced to three thousand li by the government..."

Wow...Three thousand miles, this is probably Hainan Island?

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment: "What's going on?"

Ah Qiao tilted her head and looked at him: "It's not you?"

"I don't have that ability. I went out this morning to raise money." Song Beiyun hugged Ah Qiao's waist: "Don't be afraid, let's go to town early tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning...he will be escorted to Qiongzhou." Qiaoqiao cried and said, "Is he my father..."

Hey...it really is Hainan Island.

Song Beiyun sighed, "Because of what?"

Qiaoqiao shook her head and said: "Just now the official just said that my father made a big mistake."

He walked up to Qiaoqiao and hugged Qiaoqiao: "Baby don't cry, they must go to the official road tomorrow, let's go and deliver some things to him tomorrow morning, and give some money to the escorting officer."

"Well...can you save him?" Aqiao looked at Beiyun with tears in her eyes: "You save him, I can do whatever you want, really... Beiyun begs you."

"I..." Song Beiyun stroked Aqiao's hair: "I don't have that ability, he broke the law."

Ah Qiao probably also understood that her father will have such a day sooner or later... So she could only accept this reality silently, threw herself into Song Beiyun's arms and cried loudly.

Zuo Rou, who was always beside her, scratched her head, turned around and walked into the room, muttering in her mouth, "Is it really so miraculous that you really managed to get things done?"

Chapter 62: The Rain on April 4 Only Sees the Skystream of the Yangtze River

It rained all night, and Qiaoqiao cried all night in Song Beiyun's arms, saying that even though her father was like that, she was her real father and so on.

But Song Beiyun didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, until after he put A Qiao to sleep, he took out a bag of scattered silver, and after a little counting, it looked like 2000 taels, which was a lot of money.

He put the silver on the bedside, gently stroked his pretty face and whispered: "For your sake, I'll save his life."

Quietly moved her eyelashes, but did not wake up, just turned over and continued to sleep. Seeing her naive look, Song Beiyun smiled and got into the quilt, hugging the fragrant and soft girl in her arms. The little thing fell asleep too.

They got up early the next day, and Ah Qiao prepared a lot of odds and ends, including food and clothes to keep out the cold, and the cart was piled high.

"This... just leave it alone." Song Beiyun picked up a padded jacket: "No need."

"If it's freezing cold there..."

"If it's freezing there, we'll become ice lumps." Song Beiyun took off all the heavy clothes, but instead put on various medicinal materials: "In a place of smog, it's always better to prepare more medicines." OK."

Qiaoqiao looked at Song Beiyun pitifully: "Can you save my father?"

"hug."

Song Beiyun opened his hand towards her, and Ah Qiao threw herself into his arms naturally, and said in a low voice, "I won't even have a father from now on."

"There's me and Aunt Hong." Song Beiyun patted his head with a smile: "Let's go, it's getting late, go to the official road and wait."

"Ah."

Before dawn, Song Beiyun pushed the cart to the side of the official road, sat on a rock and waited quietly. At about eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the three officials escorted Qiao Qiao's father and a bald head away Come over, Qiaoqiao dad and the bald man are wearing shackles on their heads, with haggard faces.After Qiaoqiao saw it, the first thing she did was to hold Song Beiyun and cry.

"Several officials sent elder brothers to stop." Song Beiyun walked forward with the silver on his back: "Let me delay for a moment."

"What are you doing? This is a business trip!" A yamen servant said angrily, "If you delay the matter, can you take care of it?"

Song Beiyun's eyes turned around these officials and yamen servants a few times, and then he looked at Qiaoqiao's father. He cupped his hands and said, "Big brothers, this is my father-in-law, let me say a few words."

The yamen servant still wanted to talk, but one of the officials waved his hand and silently stepped aside.Song Beiyun immediately bowed deeply: "Thank you, brothers."

As he spoke, he led Qiaoqiao forward and said, "Uncle Gou, why did you become like this?"

Qiaoqiao's father suddenly burst into tears, as if he was about to kneel down to Song Beiyun: "You can save me...help me..."

"Uncle Gou, the state has the state law, and the family has the family rules. You violated the state law, what can I do to save you? Speaking of which, what exactly did you commit? It's a thousand miles away."

Qiaoqiao father let out a long sigh, and looked back at the bald man behind him: "Hey! I was deceived by a traitor!"

"Reform well and try to be a human again."

"Beiyun, you have to save me! You have to save me!"

Before I could say a few words here, the official over there had already stepped forward: "It's almost there."

Song Beiyun raised his head: "Big brothers, take a step to talk."

After finishing speaking, he touched the pretty head: "Go and talk to your father."

The two officials exchanged glances, the leader nodded and followed Song Beiyun to the side: "What's the matter?"

Song Beiyun smiled and cupped his hands at the officer: "The road is high and the water is long for the elder brothers, and the road is really hard, so the younger brother is here to give the elder brothers some food and drink."

Then he put down the burden on his back and handed it to the official: "My father-in-law has caused a few elder brothers to suffer, please forgive me."

The officer reached out to take the burden, and as soon as he took it, he found that the burden was unbelievably heavy, and even fell to the ground directly, but it took some effort to lift it up.

You must know that these officials and yamen servants are all oily and slippery characters. Once you get started, you will know what is inside. After he strenuously carried the burden on his back, he immediately changed his face: "Little brother, but what?" You are a sensible person, don't worry, I will take care of my elder brother at this time."

Then Song Beiyun took a step closer, and took out a piece of golden pancake from his bosom, about three or two in weight: "This is specially prepared by the little brother for the big brother. I have worked hard all the way."

The officer looked around, took the golden pancakes and put them in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I want my brother to go..."

He put his hands on his neck and made a motion of wiping his neck.

Song Beiyun shook his head again and again: "That's my father-in-law, it must be done. That's right, that bald head is a bit eye-catching, brother, don't you think so? But it looks like he has a lot of strength, let's talk about it when we reach the border of Qiongzhou."

"It's easy to say." The officer laughed: "Brother understands."

Song Beiyun cupped his hands again, pointing to the trolley not far away: "This road is very smoky, and I have prepared some insect repellent and antidiarrheal medicines for you brothers on the cart, please accept it."

There was a gratified expression on the officer's face, and he patted Song Beiyun's shoulder: "Little brother is an understanding person. That's enough, there's no need to say more, brother understands everything."

"That's a lot of trouble."

The face of the official who came back with the money on his back was completely different. Just now it was covered with dark clouds but now the sky was full of clouds. He gave his companion a look, and the companion immediately understood what it meant.

"Okay, don't delay the departure of the elder brothers." Song Beiyun walked up to Ah Qiao and hugged her in his arms: "Say goodbye to Uncle Gou."

Ah Qiao had already cried to the point of tears, but her father still wanted to play tricks, but the leading official came over and took off the handcuffs, shackles and shackles of the bald head, leaving only an iron chain around his neck tethered.

"You, push that cart." The official kicked him: "Hurry up!"

Then he pointed at Qiaoqiao's father again: "Sit on it."

The bald head still wanted to fight, but the next moment he had a scabbard on his shoulder, and he grinned at the pain.

"Push it if you want!" The officer said impatiently, "Push it and you're on your way!"

Song Beiyun and Qiaoqiao followed the car for a while, but finally they could only stop and watched Qiaoqiao's father disappear gradually.

This way, I am afraid that there is no possibility of seeing each other again in this life. Song Beiyun didn't do anything wrong, and he was to blame for the back and forth. This step is already God's will.

As for Qiaoqiao, Song Beiyun feels that he has already given her an explanation. She is kind-hearted, but his father is not a good person. This time he is selling her to make a wish. Next time, if he is not sure, he will get her to be married Married, dog betting and drug addicts have no morals and bottom line at all, theoretically they are all damned.

Song Beiyun didn't want his dog's life because he was a pretty blood relative, and wanted him to get this old dog out?Just dream, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu come.It's thanks to Qiaoqiao's sensibility, if Qiaoqiao messes around, his father will die today, there is no suspense.

This is the reason why long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

"Go back, everything has been arranged, your father won't suffer on the way." Song Beiyun kissed her prettyly: "You can write to him in the future."