“...... Is there anything else that the real person needs to prepare? I'm going to prepare. ”

Standing in front of the hidden bedroom door, the old man hurried and asked in a loud voice to Lian Ge,

Holding the heavy book in his hand, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the old man again,

"Go in first and talk to your wife. Take a few more pieces of yellow paper and bring them over with pen and ink. ”

“...... Okay, okay, you can sit down for a while, and rest for a while. ”

The old man hurriedly answered,

“...... Old Xu, are you outside?"

It seemed to wake up the old lady, and in the bedroom room, the old lady's shouts sounded,

“...... It's me, it's me ......"

“...... Real person, you sit first, you sit first, I'll talk to my wife first. ”

The old man hurriedly answered, turned his head again, said something to Lian Ge, and hurriedly pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

......

Seeing the old man walk into the bedroom, Lian Ge turned his gaze back and looked at the heavy book in his hand - "Technique",

Spread out this intermediate title assessment book from the short time ago, and after Lian Ge flipped it a few times, he turned it to the right place.

Spreading out the book, Lian Ge looked at the contents of the book, and the words in the bedroom next to him also sounded in his ears with the breeze,

“...... Old woman, old woman, old woman ......"

First of all, the old man's voice was a little excited,

“...... Old Xu, old man, what kind of joy have you encountered, so happy......"

Immediately after, the voice of the old lady,

“...... Old woman, you are saved, you are saved, you can stand up, stand up......"

The excited voice of the old man sounded again,

Immediately afterwards, there was silence in the room, and it seemed that the old lady fell silent.

“...... What are you talking nonsense, old man...... Did the happy event go well today?"

“...... What nonsense...... Wife, you are really saved...... The young man who came today is a real person, a true cultivator, a real real person, not a half-witted person like my father, but a real real person...... Woman, can you stand up......"

“...... I was able to get back on my feet...... I was able to get back on my feet......"

Then there was silence, then a distracted murmur, and then a somewhat trembling voice,

“...... Yes, yes......"

......

Flipping through this heavy book, listening to the joyful words coming from the room,

Lian Ge paused to turn the page, and smiled slightly,

Turning his gaze to the page in his hand again, and turning another page, the smile on Lian Ge's face gradually faded, and he continued to watch.

......

“...... Real person, I've already told my wife, I'm going to prepare yellow paper, pen and ink for real people. ”

The old man walked out of the bedroom again, and hurriedly said to Lian Ge,

Looking at the content on the page, Lian Ge listened to the sound, paused his gaze again, raised his head, first looked at the old man, then turned his gaze, and looked at the mouse with his forelimbs standing on his shoulder,

"Sir, you cooked dumplings before, are there still a few left in the pot? ”

Looking at the old man, Lian Ge asked out loud,

“...... Yes, yes...... There are still some ...... left Are the real people hungry, if the real people want to eat, I'll go cook some more. ”

When the old man heard this, he was stunned at first, and then hurriedly responded,

"You don't need to cook it anymore, just heat a few of them and serve them over. ”

Lian Ge said a word, then turned his gaze, looked at the book in his hand, and flipped through it.

“...... If the real person is in a hurry, then I'll heat those few first, serve them, and then cook some more for the real person. ”

The old man said, hurriedly, and walked towards the kitchen again.

Lian Ge didn't look up, didn't say anything, just continued to look at the heavy book in his hand.

......

“...... Real people, give ......"

Not long after, the old man first came out of the kitchen, wiped his hands, walked to the door of the hall, took off the bag, and took out the yellow paper in the bag.

Then he took pen and ink from the side and put it on the table,

After grinding the ink, I hurriedly re-entered the kitchen, put the hot dumplings, and brought them over.

“...... That's all there is left, I just cooked some more, if the real people are not enough, when it is cooked, I will serve it again. ”

The old man held a steaming bowl with some dumplings in the bowl and a pair of chopsticks on the bowl, and then walked to the table and said loudly to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge stretched out his hand, closed the spread book, and with a flick of his hand, the heavy book in his hand quietly disappeared in his hand.

"Don't give it to me. If it's convenient, the old gentleman will clip the guinea pig on my shoulder, and if it's not convenient, just find a place to put it down. ”

Lian Ge walked to the table, picked up the whole sheets of yellow table paper, and with a flick of his hand, the yellow table paper was neatly turned into long strips of rune paper.

Lifting the brush again, dipped in some ink, Lian Ge said out loud,

“...... Convenient, convenient. ”

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly answered, picked up the chopsticks, took a dumpling from the bowl, and handed it to the guinea pig on Lian Ge's shoulder.

The mouse on his shoulder stood on his forelimbs, looking at the dumplings that were approaching the front, his head first stretched out in front of him, sniffed, and then retracted.

Immediately afterwards, he poked his head out and sniffed carefully on the dumplings, revealing a human entanglement in his eyes.

The old man raised his hand, pinched the chopsticks, the chopsticks held the dumplings, did not return his hand, a little nervous, looked at the mouse, his hand trembled slightly,

The mouse stood on his forelimbs, raised his head, looked at the old man, or stretched out his hand, held it, took the dumplings handed over, nibbled on it, and ate it.

......

Lian Ge held the pen, driving the mana, looking at the yellow paper on the table, and dropped the strokes,

A little ink outlines the pen and ink on the yellow paper with the pen edge, and a spiritual light flows out of the pen and ink.

The aura flowed with the pen and ink, and gradually outlined the Dao rune seal on the rune paper.

The spiritual light on the rune seal flowed, and it seemed to be natural, and it was engraved on the rune paper, and the rune paper itself also showed some changes.

Lifting the pen and looking at the rune paper, Lian Ge took the pen again and dipped it in some ink,

Then he drove the mana, and on another rune paper, he dropped a brushstroke, and then drew a rune seal that seemed to be similar.

Putting down the pen, Lian Ge looked at the two rune papers again,

Raise your hand, on your shoulder, brushing over the mouse that is nibbling on dumplings,

There was more sadness and anger in the eyes of the mouse, and the action of gnawing on the dumplings was much faster, and there was no change on the body, but on the singer, there was more hair on the mouse.

“...... Thank you...... This spirit animal. ”

Seeing this, the old man seemed to understand why he was giving the mouse dumplings, and he was grateful to the mouse and said.

The mouse turned his head, glanced at the old man, stuffed the remaining dumplings in two bites, and then stood on his forelimbs and looked at the old man.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly grabbed a dumpling and handed it to the mouse.

......

Ignoring the little mouse on his shoulder, Lian Ge divided the extra white hair in his hand into two handfuls and put them on two pieces of rune paper.

And at this moment, the wind rose outside the house,

“...... Knock, knock......"

The sudden howling wind crashed against the closed door of the hall, and through the gap in the door, it drilled into the room, and brushed the two pieces of rune paper on the table.

rolled up the edges of the rune paper, and seemed to be pressed down by the two handfuls of white hair,

Ignoring the whistling wind, Lian Ge stretched out his hand and unhurriedly folded the two pieces of rune paper on the table, wrapped in the handful of white hair, and folded them simply,

And outside, the wind is blowing stronger and stronger,

“...... Real person, what kind of talisman is this? ”

Holding chopsticks and holding a dumpling, the old man who handed it to the guinea pig, his clothes were disturbed by the wind through the crack in the door, and he couldn't help but turn his head and asked out loud,

"Let's call it the Executioner. ”

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