Chapter 146
"Shopkeeper, does that iron lady you talk about who guards the gate really stick to the rules?" A middle-aged man at the next table asked with a frown:
"I don't know if she would be willing to give him the face of a second-grade official in the dynasty."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he was immediately shocked and looked carefully at the middle-aged man who was speaking.
The middle-aged man does not have any official aura to speak of. He is just a middle-aged warrior wearing a powerful outfit. His body is not too strong and he looks average in training.
"The second-grade official is already an important minister in the court, so the Iron Lady must be willing to give it to him." The shopkeeper did not dare to neglect and quickly lowered his head:
"Dare I ask this gentleman..."
He felt a little unsure. He had just criticized the imperial court in front of so many guests. Now, could there be a second-grade official coming to this small inn?
"Oh, I'm not an official, so I'm just asking." The middle-aged man smiled slightly.
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak when he saw the middle-aged man say again:
"But I am a second-rank official in the current dynasty and the son of the Minister of Rites."
The shopkeeper's expression changed again, and finally he said with a wry smile:
"Is it possible that the adults are deliberately entertaining the villains?"
"That's not true. I just want to test how prestigious the title of the son of a second-grade official is." The middle-aged man chuckled, making the shopkeeper smile bitterly and secretly roll his eyes.
Qiao Mu listened quietly beside him, but doubts arose in his heart.
It is true that the second-rank official is a high-ranking official, but he happens to know the Minister of Rites...
"Is this man really Hai Wuya's son?"
Chapter 174 A person with abnormal intuition (3k
The six ministers, the second rank in the Great Yan official system, were already the top officials of the Great Yan court, with astonishing power.
The innkeeper did not suspect the possibility that the man was assuming his identity.
Because Xi'an Pass is still in Zhongzhou, just a few hundred miles away from the imperial capital, pretending to be a family member of such a high-ranking official is tantamount to death.
When the middle-aged man revealed his identity, the innkeeper naturally smiled apologetically, for fear of offending such a son of a minister.
But the other guests at the next table unconsciously glanced at each other and stood up to leave.
Qiao Mu saw this scene in his eyes and didn't say much. He just ate noodles quietly beside him.
Although many children of powerful people are playboys.
But Hai Wuya is different. He was just fished out of the sky prison by Emperor Yonghe not long ago...
Other children of powerful people can become playboys because their status is stable, they have power, and they are sought after by others.
And Hai Wuya has been squatting in the sky prison for thirty years, and he has only been out for a few months now. Has this son of Hai Wuya started to get carried away?
Besides.
This person is not a young man in his teens or twenties. He looks to be middle-aged, and he is just now starting to enjoy himself as a domineering playboy. Isn’t he a bit of a late bloomer?
"Haha, it seems that the position of Shangshu in Dayan is still quite prestigious... I have lived for half my life, and I never thought that I would be able to get some glory, so I feel relieved."
The middle-aged man also noticed the departure of the guests at the next table, and did not feel anything wrong. On the contrary, he felt complacent.
"Mr. Hai is joking..." The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and became more humble.
After being complimented by the innkeeper for a few more words, Mr. Hai gradually grew tired of it.
After eating and drinking, he was about to get up, but unexpectedly the innkeeper came over in a hurry. After several hesitations, he finally made up his mind and said deeply:
"Mr. Hai has a distinguished status and is not an ordinary person. I think the iron lady who came to guard the gate would also sell his face."
"If Mr. Hai can really get out of Xi'an Pass, can you do me a small favor?" The shopkeeper hesitated and took out a letter from his arms.
But before he finished speaking, he was impatiently interrupted by Mr. Hai.
"Did you do it backwards?"
"I am the son of a minister, and you want to ask me to help? When will I have to run errands for you? I owe you?"
"You don't dare." These words almost made the innkeeper fall to his knees in fright, but then he quickly said:
"Mr. Hai insisted on leaving the Anxi Pass. Presumably some of his relatives died in that alien war, right?"
"The villain's elder brother was actually a member of the one hundred thousand army in the past, or he could be considered a fellow sibling with the adults' relatives..."
"I just hope that for the sake of this comradeship, when you go to the desert to pay homage to the souls of the dead, you can also take my book and burn it."
Having said this, the shopkeeper looked sincere and bowed deeply.
When Mr. Hai was slightly startled, several more people came to the door of the inn. It was the guests who had left in a hurry just now and returned.
"Sir, I also have a family letter here. I would like to ask you to burn it for me after you leave the country to express your condolences..."
"If you are willing to do me this favor, sir, I would like to be a cow or a horse..."
"Actually, in the past few years, I have been dreaming about my brother who surrendered to the army. I always feel that he is still there, and his remnant soul is still floating in the desert. I can't get out of the Anxi Pass, but since you can, please burn it for me. This book.”
Mr. Hai was a little impatient at first, but as he listened, he became slightly moved.
There are two main folk customs in Dayanzhongzhou regarding paying homage to the deceased.
One is that fallen leaves return to their roots.
As the saying goes, you want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.
Family members who died in other places for some reason had to go through all kinds of hardships to return home with their bones for burial.
The second is to burn family letters in front of the corpse of the deceased. It is said that the letters can be sent to the underworld, which can be regarded as a way to express grief.
Both this Mr. Hai and many people in this inn decided to cross the Anxi Pass and enter the desert because of these two points.
In other places, few people actually do this.
After all, battles with a scale of 100,000 people usually only occur in the border areas of Kyushu.
Although there is a folk custom in Zhongzhou of fallen leaves returning to their roots, the return of folk customs to folk customs must also be based on the actual situation.
It is impossible for Zhongzhou people to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to rush to the frontier to collect the bones of their relatives and bring them back to their hometown.
But Anxi City was too close. It was not in the frontier wilderness, but in the hinterland of Zhongzhou. It was only a few days' journey from the imperial capital.
Therefore, over the years, people have continued to come spontaneously to worship, and over time, a small town has even formed in front of Xi'an Pass.
"They are all men who value love and justice..." Mr. Hai chuckled, lifted the kneeling shopkeeper up from the ground, and said with a smile:
"Old Chen, I came to your inn more than ten years ago, but I was stopped in front of the checkpoint by the iron lady who was guarding the gate. Have you forgotten?"
The shopkeeper was startled, first he felt ashamed, and then he seemed to suddenly realize:
"It turns out you were Brother Hai back then... It's been a long time since we last seen each other."
The two people seemed to be old acquaintances. Mr. Hai deliberately showed off his identity just now, and it seemed that it was just a deliberate joke between acquaintances, but the shopkeeper obviously didn't recognize him before and knelt down directly.
"There's no need to reminisce about old times. I didn't come to Xi'an Pass to reminisce about old times like you, an old man." Mr. Hai smiled slightly:
"If other people in the town have letters or other memorial objects, they can also give them to me." He patted his chest and said boldly.
Everyone, including the shopkeeper, burst into tears, and Mr. Hai also flashed a bit of emotion in his eyes.
He is already middle-aged, and he has no leisure time to show off his identity in front of passers-by, and to show his dignity in front of people who have such low-level fun.
What he said to the shopkeeper was not a lie, he just wanted to see how much face and power the Minister of Rites, Hai Wuya, had.
Hai Wuya came out of Tianlao and regained his power recently.
Mr. Ruohai, the son of a minister, is really a middle-aged dandy who is greedy for power. So now he should rush back to the imperial capital from other places to experience the life of a dandy of the second generation of the top officials in the imperial capital.
But he didn't.
After going to the Imperial Capital to visit his old father, he did not stop in the Imperial Capital, but quickly came to the Anxi Pass.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.
Even though his elder brother has been dead for many years, he still wants to explore the ruins of Shacheng that disappeared in the desert.
"More than ten years ago, the female general who guarded the gate was arrogant, saying that weak people who could not defeat her would not be allowed to leave the Anxi Pass." Mr. Hai said to himself:
"My martial arts qualifications are mediocre. After practicing martial arts for more than ten years, I thought I was no match for her, but I didn't expect that something would turn around now."
It doesn't matter if you are not your opponent in martial arts, you can use your power to suppress him!
With this in mind, Mr. Hai stood up from the table, drank a bowl of sweet wine, and some of the wine dripped down his chin.
"Let's go to Anxi Pass!"
He threw down his bowl and strode out of the inn with great strides and high spirits.
"Another big shot breaks through!"
"This time, this big man has a good background and there is no need to fight with the female general."
"This time I must be able to pass the Anxi Pass!"
"That female general guarded Xi'an Pass on behalf of the imperial court. She was a high-ranking official and crushed people to death. Now here comes the son of a second-rank high-ranking official. Let's see if she can still do it!"
Including the shopkeeper, other people in the inn also followed, and their emotions gradually became more and more intense.
The townspeople have been suffering from the iron lady guarding the gate for a long time.
Because of the existence of Xi'an Pass, ordinary people cannot enter the hundreds of miles of desert and can only stay in front of this Xi'an Pass.
Now that Mr. Hai stood up for them, they immediately became excited and spontaneously rushed to tell each other.
Outside the town is a large cemetery.
The tombstones in the cemetery are densely packed like a forest.
When people from Zhongzhou came to this pass, they could not enter the hundreds of miles of desert, so they had to set up tombstones in front of this pass to pay homage to the deceased.
Over time, there was a forest of tombstones in front of the level, and it was endless and vast at first glance.
It was approaching the Qingming Festival, and many people were paying homage to the deceased in the Forest of Steles. As some people took the initiative to tell each other, they became excited.
Soon, Mr. Hai was followed by a large group of people from Wuyang Wuyang with great momentum.
After Qiao Mu finished eating the noodles, he stood up silently and followed the crowd.
Daozhen, a disciple of the Dao Dao Sect, gave him a boundary-breaking talisman, which allowed him to ignore the influence of the Baili Desert Formation and enter the real resting city.
But before that, he had to get out of Anxi Pass.
Since the son of Hai Wuya can do this, he can just follow behind, which will save trouble.
Just after leaving the inn and getting closer to the Anxi Pass across the desert, Qiao Mu suddenly felt a little uneasy and intuitively felt something strange.
This feeling....he was familiar with it.
His intuition pointed directly to someone in the Sabbath Gate...
"In this Xi'an Pass, are there people who have practiced the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Technique"? The Wujihui is really lingering."
Qiao Mu suddenly became interested.
If there are members of Wujihui guarding the Anxi Pass and refusing to allow ordinary people to enter the desert, then the matter will be a bit confusing.
Forty years ago, Wu Shengren escaped from the desert alone.
And according to what Daozhen said, in this desert, there are still remnants of the Great Yan army from the past who are fighting hard to this day.
And during these forty years, if there was really a member of the Wujihui guarding Xi'an Pass and preventing people from Zhongzhou from entering, could this represent the attitude of the Wusheng Ren? Is this martial saint hiding something?
Qiao Mu followed the crowd and came to the gate of peace.
But as he got closer to the Anxi Pass, his intuition discovered something strange.
"Something's wrong, it doesn't seem to be the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros"? What's going on?" Qiao Mu frowned.
Along the way, he has met quite a few martial artists who have practiced the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Technique".
However, practitioners of the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros", including Hai Wuya, Wu Qizheng, and even Wu Shengren, all have slightly different intuitions from the people in the Anxi Pass in front of them.
While thinking.
The gate of Xi'an Pass suddenly opened in front of him, and two rows of armored soldiers poured out. Then a female general riding a war horse, wearing a piece of fish scale armor, and a layer of armor covering her face, held a gun in one hand, and stood before the soldiers. He walked out surrounded by them.
As expected, Qiao Mu's Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Jue intuition was the female general among this group of people.