Grandpa is such a bunny

Tubo looked at the sky, remembered the case sent by the emperor, and said as he walked.

It was also raining heavily the night the Wei family in Weicheng, Youzhou died.

Seven years ago, the new emperor had been enthroned for less than three years. In order to stabilize the imperial power and strengthen the rule, he implemented a policy of grace throughout the country. But it is to divide the land of the vassal king and weaken the power, and the emperor will take the opportunity to strengthen the royal power and take back all parts of the world into his own hands.

As soon as this order came out, the feudal vassals would not agree to it. Although the imperial court took back part of the rights after three years of hard work, the vassal kings had military power in the vast lands, and they fought with the royal family openly and secretly and refused to submit. What's more, , raised troops to rebel, intending to fight back to the imperial capital and seize the throne, but they were all suppressed by the army, and ended badly.

Prince Zhao of Youzhou was obviously smart, so he happily divided half of the fiefdom to his only son Zhao Jing.He acted upright and granted imperial orders. When the princes of the country were in turmoil, Youzhou enjoyed peace alone, but the bad thing was that there was an aide in Zhao Wangye's mansion, named Yang Zhang, who had been with Zhao Wang for more than 20 years. This matter was particularly reconciled, and he encouraged Prince Zhao to communicate with the outside world, gain the power of the princes, raise the pole and revolt, and proclaim himself king.

Zhao Wang reprimanded him several times, thinking that Yang Zhang was whimsical, and he would pass when the anger in his heart passed, and he didn't do what he thought.Until one day, the king of Huaiyin led troops to rebel and was suppressed by the emperor, and several letters from Yang Zhang in the name of King Zhao were found from the mansion. Only then did King Zhao realize that something was wrong, so he took Yang Zhang back to the mansion overnight and tortured him severely. After being tortured, he was asked who he was secretly with in Chencang, and the correspondence was found from the mansion. The tree fell and the fox scattered, and the servants of his mansion also stood up and identified Yang Zhang.

The emperor thought that King Zhao of Youzhou was the first to set up a fief, which was a commendation, so he handed Yang Zhang over to King Zhao himself.

The crime of treason implicates the nine clans. Yang Zhang bribes the jailer and escapes with his wife, children and family members at night.

On that day, it was pouring rain in Weicheng, Youzhou, the Weishui was vast, and the sky was gloomy. Yang Wenyan supported his father Yang Zhang, and took his pregnant wife to board a flat boat in the vast river. The chasing soldiers gathered by fire dragons.

The blazing flames shone into his pupils through the heavy rain, and he was drenched all over. He saw that the leader of the pursuers was Zhao Jing, the only son of King Zhao whom he had grown up with since childhood.

Rockets pierced through the clouds and fog and nailed the boat, and the Weishui surged during the thunderstorm. A wave slapped the cabin hard. The person turned into a cold ray of soul at the bottom of the Weishui River.

His face was wet, and Qianfan stroked it with his hand, only to realize that the rain had been floating for a long time.

Tu Bo asked, "Is the water ghost Yang Zhang, Yang Wenyan, or his pregnant wife?"

Qian Fan didn't answer, and he didn't know either.

At this time, Du Yun interjected, "Aren't you curious about who the man in black is?" They had already reached the moat of Luo'an, the river was covered with thick fog, and the sky was dim, and everyone looked wet and blurred.

The river water was mixed with rainwater, and there were fishy and wet water stains. The policemen who heard the news scattered along the river, looking for people under the rainy night.

Seeing that no one answered, Du Yun said again, "This year's Weishui in Youzhou is really a terrible year."

Tubo's brows were furrowed, his eyes were fixed on the river, and he was startled when he heard the words, "What do you say?"

Du Yun said, "In the same year, Zhao Jing, the son of Prince Zhao, died in an assassination. Prince Zhao was overwhelmed with grief, and passed away not long after."

"Look." Qian Fan suddenly said.

A gust of night wind blew faintly, blowing away the swaying rain curtain on the river, and the mist gradually dissipated. A smoked yellow lantern was dangling and hanging on a small boat. There was a person standing at the bow, his black robe was blowing in the wind. His hands were particularly pale in the middle of the night, and he was holding a black glazed altar with cracked ice in his hands, and he came from afar by boat.

The night and the heavy rain took away the color from his body, only his pale hands and ink-like robe stood still in the wind and rain, and the wind and rain peeled off the mist in front of his eyes, revealing a silent, calm, cold, gloomy, expressionless face .

Seeing that face clearly, Tu Bo's pupils shrank, and Du Yun took a breath. If they remembered correctly, Yang Wenyan, who drowned seven years ago, was recorded on the album page of the archives in Weicheng, Youzhou.

Tubo said, "You're not dead."

Yang Wenyan spoke, his voice was hoarse and obscured by the wind and waves, "Life is better than death."

The boat was drifting in the water, encountered something, and made a muffled sound of hitting the ship's side. Qian Fan raised his eyebrows and looked, a pig cage made of rattan was tied by a rope to the side of the boat, most of it was submerged in the water, only the Rough mouth.

Half of the pale and swollen face was vaguely exposed on the drowned corpse in the pig cage. It was Xiao Shitou's father, He Qiang.

Qianfan's brows turned cold, "You killed him."

Yang Wenyan said indifferently, "Avenge my father."

Something flashed through Tubo's mind, and he suddenly realized, "He Qiang and Xu Benchang are the servants who testified against your father Yang Zhang's treason."

Yang Wenyan was noncommittal, gently wiped off the rainwater on the black glaze altar with his downcast eyes, and brushed his hand over the pitch-black porcelain altar, which was paler than the corpse under his feet.

The rain wet Tubo's hair and rolled into his eyes along his smooth forehead. The ice-cold eyes shot out from the mist, filled with a frightening coldness. He raised the knife in his hand, and the rain dripped on the blade. The top was broken into two halves, "It's revenge, why kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

Yang Wenyan looked at him silently, and said three words, "It's not me."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a three-foot-high water wall suddenly rose up in the water separating the boat from the river bank, and the fishy smell of the mud at the bottom of the river slapped him fiercely.

The people on the shore couldn't dodge in time, they were swept into the river by the waves in twos and threes, Mr. Du was the first among them, the standard unlucky guy, he fell into it and drank several mouthfuls of river water. Looking down, a withered hand bone in the pitch-black water clutched his ankle.

"what!!!!!"

Tubo pushed a fallen catcher ashore, and when he heard the sound, he quickly turned around and plunged into the bottom of the water.As soon as he grabbed Du Yun's hand, he felt a heavy force dragging Du Yun down to the bottom of the river. One was pulled heavily into the water.

This is the battlefield of water ghosts, and they can't resist. Just as Tubo was about to call out his spiritual power to cast a spell, a gilt-like vein flashed across the water.

Qianfan quickly shot the beads into the water, bit his finger and dripped the blood into the water, he muttered silently, a huge talisman formed quickly on the water surface, the eighteen beads were immersed in the water and gave off a golden-red light, the rays of light covered the beads The scriptures on the screen are turned out, and the golden Buddha's heart Zen words are reflected on the water.

The Buddha's light is magnificent, dazzling, majestic and pure, exorcising all demons and evil things. The awakened people on the bank opened their doors and windows to look, and shouted for the Buddha to come down to earth.

The tumbling river and the wind and waves suddenly stopped, and the bones in the water let out a shrill cry, lying in the deep water, afraid of the golden light and spells on the river.

Tu Bai grabbed Du Yun and floated out of the water. His eyes were dazzled by the Buddha's light, and his whole body ached. He didn't dare to approach the shore. He is a monster and would be afraid of these things.

At this time, Du Yun didn't know what he saw. He pressed Tubo and pushed him into the water. After being rescued, Qian Fan immediately put away the talisman array and plunged into the water—he noticed something wrong with Tubo when he appeared.

In the water, Tubo was scorched by the Buddha's light, his spiritual power was somewhat damaged, and he turned into a little white rabbit with two long ears floating. He squatted under the rock, and secretly gasped, "Is Qianfan going to become a Buddha?"

Just as he was thinking, his tail, which had been blown into a cotton ball in the water, was pulled off. Just as he turned his head, countless withered hand bones grabbed his paws, ears, and tail and led him into the water.The Buddha's light disappeared, and the water ghost crawled out again.

While dodging in a hurry, he seemed to smell the familiar sandalwood, struggling desperately against the shackles of the water ghost, and whenever he had time, he stuck out of the water and shouted, "Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

The sky was dark and the water was turbid and pitch black, Qian Fan could only swim in response to the sound, first he touched a soft and fluffy place, and then Tubai's narrow waist and long legs, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Are you injured? "

Tubo was startled secretly, but fortunately he changed back in time, "It's okay." Guessing that he didn't swim ashore and something happened, he made up a random reason, "I have cramps, leave me alone, you can catch that one Is it a water ghost, we can’t let it escape.”

Qian Fan nodded, slapped his palm on the surface of the water, jumped up in the air with Tubo in his arms, put the wet man on the shore, and fell into the water again.

The bottom of the water was turbulent and tumbling, and it was hard to see what it was like. Tubo knew that he was strong in martial arts, and he knew how to dunjia so that it would not be so easy to cause accidents, but he was still very worried if he couldn't hold on.

Du Yun twisted his robe and glanced at Tubo, and then at Yang Wenyan who was standing on the boat not far away. Unexpectedly, he could see a similar clue from the two faces. He thought for a while, and said in a low voice. Tubo whispered a few words.

The heavy rain was crackling and falling fast, the river was roaring and churning, but the boat under Yang Wenyan's feet was standing alone in the storm, standing strangely in the storm. He was holding the black porcelain altar in both hands, with white face and black hair, staring at the darkness in the water. Her lips were tightly pressed, and she didn't come back to her senses until the neck felt cold, and the complexities in her eyes were not cleared away, and they were forced into the dark eyes.

"You caught the wrong guy."

Tubo pressed the blade into his neck, "Stop that water ghost."

A strange smile curled up on the corner of Yang Wenyan's lips, "It has never been under my control."

Tubo's black eyebrows slanted across his temples, and his eyes shone sharply from the rain. He stared at Yang Wenyan for a moment, then suddenly raised his knife to brush it, and a drop of blood flew out and splashed into the water.

"It's not under your control, but it cares about your life and death."

The trace of blood soon disappeared without a trace in the tumbling river, like a drop of rain dripping in, even the big waves can't get up, but those who are familiar with its smell are instantly crazy.

The river slapped towards the bank with a 'squeak', and countless white bones crawled out. From the fishy and wet aquatic plants by the river, the bones of the hand protruded out, and stretched ferociously towards the sky in the shape of claws.

A golden-red light drew towards those bones, pulling back the underwater corpses that were not fully exposed. The water ghost could no longer hide in the water, and turned into a cloud of dark mist and rushed towards Tubo.

When he was about to hit the boat, Qian Fan appeared between the water ghost and the boat with a red knotted rope, his face was calm, and his green robe was swaying, blocking its way.

The water ghost suffered several losses in the water, and was a little afraid to move forward, hiding behind the black mist and whimpering mournfully.

Yang Wenyan didn't know what was wrong at this time, and suddenly said, "You are the only one who owes me, how long do you want to pester me?"

The damp mist gave off a foul smell, and sticky clucking sounds came from inside, as if the bones were struggling in the rotting muddy flesh. Just when Tubo was about to take Yang Wenyan to the shore, the cloud of mist came out. There was a voice, "I...don't leave..."

The voice was extremely hoarse, as if a piece of iron had been scraped through gravel, making an unbearably ear-piercing sound. He hadn't spoken for many years, and had already forgotten how living people speak.

Yang Wenyan became irritable in an instant, his eyes were scarlet like a layer of blood, his hands holding the black porcelain altar tensed up suddenly, pale veins were exposed on the back of his hands, "Get out!!! Get out!!! I've had enough, you give I'm going away!!!"

He splashed countless stones like a pool of stagnant water, crackling open his calm coat, revealing the flesh and blood that was worse than death.Yang Wenyan's temples were bulging, and his eyes were cracked, "You killed my whole family!! You killed them all!! I insulted my innocence for generations, get out, get out!!!"

The mist screamed shrilly, and countless pale fingers protruded from the mist towards the boat. This scene was particularly frightening, and the people on the shore gathered together in shock.

Qianfan's wrist was wrapped with a red knotted rope, and he remained motionless, staring at the mist with cold eyes, and when it approached an inch, he cut off one of its hand bones.

Unable to be touched, the water ghost became more and more irritable, and said firmly word by word in an ugly dry voice, "I...will not leave..."

This sentence is like a magic spell, every time it utters a word, it will torture Yang Wenyan's nerves, making it difficult for him to restrain himself.Suddenly, he took a step forward and bumped his neck into Tubo's blade.

In the blink of an eye, a handful of blood splashed out, and Tubo kicked Yang Wenyan, who was not good at martial arts, into the cabin.

Yin Wu wailed furiously, and the mournful sound rolled up the river two feet high. Yang Wenyan's blood completely touched the scales of the water ghost, and the deep and cold resentment from the soul flooded the world wantonly.

Du Yun stood on the bank, his teeth chattering coldly, "Master Chan, just do it, get rid of it, coldly..."

The red knotted rope in Qian Fan's hand was glowing with a golden red gleam.

"What the hell." A curse came out from the cabin. Tubo's eyes were on fire, his temples flew up, and he stared sideways at the crazy water ghost, holding Yang Wenyan who was tied up in a roll in his hand. He had already torn off his clothes and blocked his bloody mouth, and he was in a heap, having suffered an inhuman blow from Uncle Tu in the cabin.

"If you don't make it clear and don't give an explanation, you can see who dares to die!"

He stared darkly at the mist on the river, and said coldly, "It's not just a water ghost, Grandpa Tu has tolerated you long enough. Shut up! If you yell again, I'll chop off his hand and feed you to eat it! If it’s not enough, I’ll cook a pot of thigh meat for you myself! I’m in my hands, Master Tu, I just need his mouth to confess his crime.”

Anger flew into his brows, and Tubo grabbed Yang Wenyan roughly, with an arrogant and rampant look of 'I'd love to try'.

Qian Fan was holding the red knotted rope, seeing him like this, inexplicably bent the corner of his lower lip.

The cloud of mist was obviously threatened by Tubo, and Bai Sensen's hand bones protruding out froze and did not dare to move. Tubo felt that there seemed to be an eye staring at his hand vigilantly and fearfully in the cloud of mist. Or staring at the person in his hand, he pretended to pat Yang Wenyan's face with the back of the knife, obviously feeling that the cloud of mist was three points more gloomy.

Tubo's eyes flashed, and he easily carried a big living person, and said carelessly, "Can you make it a shape that is convenient for talking?"

This lump of fog is blurry, eyes are not eyes, nose is not nose, how to judge.

Hearing this, Qian Fan nodded slightly, made knots with his palms, wrapped the red knotted rope between his fingers flexibly, wove it into a mold, and flew into the cloud of mist following the scriptures in his mouth.

There was a hoarse howl in the mist, and Yang Wenyan, who was bound, hugged the black porcelain altar in his arms, and stared at it without blinking. Not long after, the suddenly cold temperature gradually warmed up, and the thunderstorm stopped at some point. Down, at this moment, a person 'walked' out of the mist.

Tubo glanced at it displeasedly, and was stunned for a moment—the water ghost was tall and slender, even though his face was pale, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful and handsome, his eyes were distinct in black and white, and his brows were lightly drawn together, carrying lingering melancholy and obsession .

Seeing his appearance, Qian Fan frowned slightly.

Yang Wenyan looked blankly into the air, his eyes were loose, and he couldn't find a trace of focus.

"Old Tu, what do you see?" Du Yun put his arms around his lips and shouted.

Tubo was surprised, "Can't they see?"

"Yeah." Qian Fan took half a step forward, Ruoyou Ruowu blocked the water ghost, "I'll give him a choice, if he doesn't want anyone to see it, he won't be able to see it."

Yang Wenyan hugged the black porcelain altar and muttered in a bewitched manner, "Ah Jing..."

This water ghost is none other than Zhao Jing, the only son of Lord Zhao who was rumored to have been assassinated by an assassin seven years ago.