Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know - Chapter 17 Border Town

Decades later, if it were not for the renovation by the imperial court, the temple would have been abandoned long ago, and not many people would come to offer incense.

Wen Ren’e saw that Yin Hanjiang was familiar with the door and the road, so he couldn’t help but become suspicious. When Yin Hanjiang came back to him after offering incense and scrubbing the statue, he asked, “Do you often come here?”

Yin Hanjiang’s ears were slightly red, but his face remained cold, and he answered honestly: “If it weren’t for retreat, I would come once a year.”

This is the first time that I have come with you, Your Majesty.

“I don’t practice meritorious deeds, nor do I eat incense from the world. People are right next to you, so why come to worship a statue?” Wenren asked in confusion.

Yin Hanjiang has been with him since he was a child, and Wenren’e thought he knew Protector Yin. It wasn’t until he opened “The Beauty of Sadomasochism” that he realized that he only saw one side of Yin Hanjiang. From then on, his eyes focused more on Yin Hanjiang, and he discovered many details that he had not noticed before.

For example, in this temple, more than 80 years have passed, and the statues are still as new as ever. Part of this must be due to Yin Hanjiang. He comes once a year, but Wenren’e never notices him.

Just as Yin Hanjiang was about to answer, a man dressed as an official came to them. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties. When he saw Yin Hanjiang, he took the initiative to talk to him: “Is this young hero’s surname Yin?”

Facing this old official, Yin Hanjiang was not as indifferent as others, and politely said: “Exactly.”

The old official looked at Yin Hanjiang with a nostalgic look on his face and sighed: “I have been guarding the Martyrs’ Shrine since I was sixteen. Over forty years have passed and I have seen fewer and fewer people coming to worship. Only Yin Shaoxia’s family, from my grandfather to my youngest son, You, Xia, come every year before winter, but I haven’t seen my father in the past eleven years, so I thought you had forgotten about it.”

“My father has been suffering from inconvenience in his legs and feet in recent years, and has been complaining about not being able to come to worship. This year I went out for the first time, and my father repeatedly urged me to come. He told me that my great-grandfather was killed by General Wenren in the 80s. The Yin family will not forget it even when I am old, my children and grandchildren will come.”

Yin Hanjiang rarely speaks such long words, and is not good at expressing his thoughts. Wen Ren’e saw that he skillfully pretended to be his great-grandfather, grandfather and father in front of the old officials, and he might even pretend to be his son or grandson in the future, and he felt a new feeling in his heart that he had never experienced before.

Eleven years have passed since his father’s legs and feet were inconvenient. It was eleven years before and after the war between good and evil, and Yin Hanjiang couldn’t escape.

“My father is the same.” The old official picked up a wet cloth and wiped the martyrs’ monument in front of the Martyrs’ Shrine, so that every name was exposed. “He kept talking about it. In that battle more than 80 years ago, if General Wenren hadn’t been there, what would he be like now? This town might change its owner.”

The wet cloth wiped every name. The old official stared at the name “Zhang Ergou” and said proudly: “This is my grandfather. He left my father behind and died on the battlefield. My father said that today the border town is peaceful. , It was purchased with the flesh and blood of my grandfather and countless soldiers. My grandfather died with great honor.”

The autumn wind blew up, and the old official wrapped up his clothes and said to Yin Hanjiang with a smile: “Young people are young and strong and are not afraid of the cold. You should add more clothes in winter, otherwise it will be uncomfortable when you get old.”

He put away the scrubbing tools, carried the small bucket, and slowly left the Martyrs’ Shrine.

Seeing him walking away, Yin Hanjiang turned around and repeated what he had just said seriously: “It’s different.”

This time, Wen Ren’e understood.

Wen Ren’e, the number one master of the demonic path, is different from General Wen Ren in the Zhonglie Temple in the border town, just as Yin Hanjiang, the left protector of the Xuanyuan Sect, is different from Yin Shaoxia who comes to worship Yin Shaoxia every year.

He walked to the martyrs’ monument, traced each name with his fingertips, and said with a happy smile: “I can actually match each name with the face in my memory.”

It’s not the “self”, but “I”. At this time, he is no longer the Demon Lord, but the Wenren General.

Most of the names on the martyrs’ monuments have probably been reincarnated, and some may even have been reincarnated several times. But in this small town, in the hearts of countless people, they live vividly in the memories of town residents.

These names are connected together and are called “Guardian”.

The wind in the frontier fortress is harsh, and every autumn wind is like a knife, piercing people’s cotton-padded clothes. People setting up stalls on the roadside see the wind getting stronger and stronger. Pedestrians also rush to their warm homes and put away their stalls one after another. In the blink of an eye, there are only I heard that people were in trouble and Yin Hanjiang.

The cold knife-like wind blew down a strand of Yin Hanjiang’s long hair, hanging down the side of his face. On weekdays, his hair is tied up so that no hair is exposed. Although his face is young, he has a youthful and mature look. At this moment, the wind ruffled his hair and the strands hung down. Wen Ren’e’s eyes showed Yin Hanjiang a sense of youthful purity.

In fact, Yin Hanjiang has always been like this and has never changed over the years. It’s just that Wenren’e’s eyes rarely fall on him.

Wen Ren’e smiled, took out “The Elegance of Sadomasochism: You Are My Unchangeable Only” from his sleeve and said, “Thanks to this book, without it, I would have almost missed Yin Hanjiang.”

Yin Hanjiang saw this familiar topic again, and his Majesty always kept the explanation in his mind.

It seemed that he had allowed his Majesty to see another side of him today, and he seemed to feel that his Majesty today was different from the past. In his heart, Yin Hanjiang only thought that the person in front of him was General Wenren rather than Lord Demon Lord, and he boldly asked: “This book What’s the mystery?”

He still remembered that it was only after he obtained this book that his Majesty left the Xuanyuan Sect and paid special attention to an upright disciple named Baili Qingmiao and took more care of him.

Your Majesty only regarded Baili Qingmiao as a junior, and Yin Hanjiang unconsciously paid attention to this woman who only had love in his heart, and even had the idea of ​​hating iron for being unable to make steel. His Majesty was so interested in her qualifications that he even said that the two of them had a karmic connection in their past lives and even wanted to accept a disciple. Baili Qingmiao only wanted to stay with He Wenchao, and He Wenchao…

Even though Yin Hanjiang rarely has his own opinions and views on people other than Your Majesty, he has to admit at this time that He Wenchao is not worthy.

Baili Qingmiao was considered a simple, kind and righteous disciple, but He Wenchao was really disgusting.

Yin Hanjiang believed that one person had the same temperament, so how could he get used to He Wenchao’s love for Baili Qingmiao on one side and Shu Shu’s behavior on the other side?

“This book tells a story about love,” Wen Ren’e briefly described it, then added on second thought, “This book made me get to know Protector Yin in a new way.”

Yin Hanjiang was stunned again.

“The wind is getting strong,” Wen Ren’e put away his book and said, “If there are any secrets that Protector Yin has in this town, why not take this opportunity to tell them to me.”

“My subordinates… often go to restaurants to listen to plays and books,” Yin Hanjiang said. “Those plays and storytellers have changed the stories very outrageously, but they still sound good.”

“Take me with you to listen.” Wenren said.

Yin Hanjiang obediently led Wen Ren’e to a restaurant. After the wind started, there were fewer people outside, but there were more guests in the restaurant. The first floor was already full, so Yin Hanjiang asked for an expensive box on the second floor.

The tea house at the foot of the mountain of Shangqing sect buys some spiritual and good tea. Visitors drink the tea, eat exquisite cakes and listen to poems. The frontier fortress had a different look. As soon as the two of them sat down, the waiter brought over a steaming pot, a large plate of chopped beef, a large plate of mutton, a jar of shochu, and two bowls of goat milk tea.

Not as exquisite as the tea cups in Zhongzhou, the cups in the frontier restaurant were wider than Zhongzhou bowls. The waiter filled two large bowls of soju for the two of them without saying a word.

Yin Hanjiang was a little embarrassed by the bold scene. He was about to ask the waiter to change it to a smaller cup, but he heard the waiter say: “Why use a bowl? Shouldn’t the soju be drunk directly from the jar?”

The waiter in the store gave a high-five and said, “I know you know the goods, so I’ll bring you another jar right now!”

Wen Ren’e picked up the jar with one hand and took a sip of wine. The wine stains snaked down the corners of his lips and disappeared before they could be dropped. He didn’t know how high the alcohol content was. It was the first time that Yin Hanjiang saw His Majesty Wen Zhengzun looking so bold and bold. He couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. He actually felt that the wine in the jar was getting mellower. He raised the jar and took a sip, which made his eyes red. He stared at Wen Ren’e as if he had been wronged. .

Wenren Er laughed loudly and said: “Hahahahahaha! It turns out that Protector Yin really doesn’t know how to drink, but a master in the realm of virtual reality was reduced to such a pitiable state by this mere burning knife.”

“Your Majesty has a good drinker,” Yin Hanjiang said.

Wen Ren’e shook his head: “The first time I drank it, I imitated my father and brother and drank it in large gulps, almost burning myself to death. At that time, I didn’t understand why the wine was so strong. My mother told me that a soldier on the border was injured and pointed to the strong wine to save his life. Woolen cloth.”

Until Wen Renshi killed the nine tribes, Wen Ren’e didn’t learn to drink. On the contrary, a hundred years ago, in this small town, I mingled with the frontier soldiers and learned to drink a lot of wine and eat a lot of meat. At that time, he still had a physical body, so even though he had gone without food, it didn’t matter if he occasionally ate some fireworks.

Now……

Wen Ren’e looked at the steaming pot and cooked a piece of mutton for Yin Hanjiang, but he didn’t take a bite and just drank and listened to the show. Yin Hanjiang just thought that his Majesty didn’t like eating meat, so he also learned to drink wine. As long as they adapt to the spiciness of soju, masters at the Jingxu stage will not get drunk.

There was a storyteller standing in the lobby on the first floor. He spoke with a strong frontier accent and told a story about a small-town shrew who tricked a man into returning home. In the story, the woman was straightforward, dared to love and hate, and was never sloppy. The audience listened repeatedly. cheers.

“This is what love should be like.” Wen Ren’e nodded repeatedly after hearing this, “If I commit a love disaster, and if that person also likes me, I will definitely tie that person to my side; if that person is unintentional, I will Let go, it’s nothing like being sticky.”

“Sadism” was slapped on the table. Both Baili Qingmiao and Wen Renhe took the wrong path.

Yin Hanjiang saw a puddle of wine spilled on the cover. Wen Ren’e didn’t seem to think this book was very rare, and he looked curious under the influence of alcohol.

Wenren E said: “This is the love story between Baili Qingmiao and He Wenchao. It tells the story that after Baili Qingmiao made herself extremely good, He Wenchao ruined her. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

Regarding Protector Yin, Wen Ren’e thought that he could tell him part of the content of this book, so as to avoid Yin Hanjiang always being hesitant to speak, for fear that the child would be choked. But there is no need to talk about the subsequent incidents where Wen Ren died and Yin Hanjiang went crazy.

“When I got this book, I only thought it was a storybook. Who would have thought that after studying it, I discovered that it was actually a book that revealed secrets.” Wen Ren’e said slowly, “About the battle between good and evil, this book will tell the truth. There is some record that I also rely on this book to predict the enemy’s opportunities.”

Yin Hanjiang looked surprised, but he refrained from asking questions and listened quietly to Ren’e’s story.

Wen Ren’e briefly talked about the sadomasochistic love between Baili Qingmiao and He Wenchao in the book. He omitted that he also liked Baili Qingmiao and later died for her, but explained it as: “I am in this book. , I have received the favor of the innate gods in my previous life and helped Baili Qingmiao several times, so I want to accept her as my disciple to lead Baili Qingmiao to follow the ruthless path and get rid of He Wenchao’s influence.”

“So that’s it.” The doubts in Yin Hanjiang’s heart were gradually solved, and a sense of pride arose in his heart. His Majesty was indeed far-sighted. Even if it was a love story book, he could use the clues in it to lay out the plot and use the power of the battle between good and evil to play against the way of heaven.ァ78中文ヤ~⑧~1~ωωω.7~8z~w.còм