After eating, Zhou Xiaoliu took out the same things he bought in the county seat that day from the ring and stacked them on the wooden bed.

Zhou Peng and Zhou Xiaoxian were stunned again as they watched the wooden bed gradually pile up with all kinds of items.

"My teacher also took me to the county seat before leaving, and I bought these things. Zhou Xiaoliu excitedly divided the things in front of him, and said in his heart: It's great! These things can see the light, and I will wear new clothes tomorrow!

"The county seat is far away from here, and I heard my father say that it takes forty minutes to take a bicycle to copy the path!" Zhou Pengchang has never been to the county seat when he is so old, and he heard that it is prosperous.

After Zhou Xiaoxian heard Zhou Peng's words, he looked at Zhou Xiaoliu suspiciously, as if to say, "When have you been away from home for so long?"

"My master has a flying sword, this sword can also grow bigger and smaller according to the master's will, we stand on the flying sword, and we will arrive in ...... in a while" Zhou Xiaoliu had to make up another sentence.

Sure enough, if you tell a lie, you have to use a hundred lies to make it round, and it's not that you can take the initiative to stop if you think about it. Good intentions tired!

……

Today is the Qingming Festival, and Zhou Xiaoliu wants to follow his brothers and sisters and the relatives of the entire Zhoujiawu family to go to the grave mountain to sweep the tombs of the deceased ancestors.

Zhou Xiaoliu had something in her heart, and slowly fell to the end of the team, she looked at the whole team walking in front of her, and was slightly uneasy.

"Little Liu, hurry up!" Zhou Xiaoxian raised the umbrella in his hand, turned his head and shouted.

"Oh, it's coming!" Zhou Xiaoliu quickened his pace and followed.

Some time ago, as long as it didn't rain, she would go to the grave mountain in the middle of the night and burn the old man's coins, because she didn't dare to burn too much at once for fear of causing a fire.

One night, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't moved the ancestral graves of the families back to their places, which was a big deal.

Because of helping the red-clothed female ghost Liu Baoer move the bamboo bushes, there was a "ghost fairy manifestation" thing, Qingming is approaching day by day, if the people who come to sweep the tomb find that their ancestors' graves are not in place, then ......

It's disturbing to think about.

So she planned to draw a moving circle immediately, but the ancestors who gathered around the old man to watch the old man collect the dark coins all shook their hands and said that they would not move, and they all said that they liked the new position and did not want to move back.

And she didn't pay attention to where their graves should have been, so she didn't have a problem with these wayward ancestors.

The day before yesterday, she urgently contacted Daoist Li and told him about the incident......

Now she only hopes that these relatives of her family can be stronger and not be frightened later.

The hill is covered with long barren grass, and it is not easy to spot anything unusual from a distance. But now, they were in front of the grave, and they naturally saw it, and the scene was in an uproar.

The eldest second uncle whispered: "Shut up, let me think about it......"

So neither the man nor the woman made any more noise, only a few children muttered twice occasionally, but they were immediately stopped by the adults around them with their eyes.

After Zhou Xiaoxian and Zhou Peng knew that Zhou Xiaoliu had a magical master, they would not panic too much about this kind of supernatural event. Compared to the others, the two of them seem very calm.

Everyone held umbrellas, gathered behind several elders led by the second uncle, and looked at the misplaced grave bag in front of them under the drizzle, shivering in the cold wind blowing from time to time......

After a long time, the second uncle reluctantly settled down, cleared his throat, and asked Grandpa Jinzi, who was standing next to him: "Do you remember the story of the Tang Dynasty heroine Fan Lihua?

Grandpa Kaneko, Mumu, nodded and said, "Remember." ”

In those days, they didn't have any entertainment, and it was a luxury to be able to go to the teahouse in the county town to listen to the story told by the storyteller.

Therefore, they will take great care to write down every detail of the storyteller's storytelling, and then come back and proudly tell it to others, although not every sentence can be the same as the storyteller's, but it is also the same.

The picture in Grandpa Kaneko's memory suddenly came alive, as if it was yesterday, is there?

But Grandpa Jin didn't understand why the second uncle mentioned this story at this moment, and he looked at the second uncle suspiciously.

"What is Fan Lihua's supernatural powers, do you remember?" the second uncle asked.

"Move mountains and seas!" Grandpa Kaneko replied immediately. As soon as the words came out, he was stunned.

The second uncle pointed to the misplaced grave bag and said, "This should be regarded as moving mountains and seas!"

Everyone listened quietly to the conversation between the two oldest people, and there was no squeak.

The second uncle continued: "I just don't know who moved it? I hope the ancestors didn't have an accident." Speaking of this, he quickly turned around and instructed his son, "Hurry up and invite Daoist Li!"

Zhou Xiaoliu listened to the words of the second uncle, and her heart must be, as she expected, they really wanted to invite Daoist Li to come, fortunately, she had asked Daoist Li to give the bottom and discussed how to go to the circle.

Everyone waited for less than ten minutes, and Daoist Li came with his outfit.

As soon as Daoist Li arrived, he didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and set up the dojo by himself.

The second uncle wanted to explain the situation to him, but he made a silent gesture and signaled the second uncle not to interrupt him, and the second uncle had no choice but to stop talking.

After setting up the dojo, Daoist Li took out another wooden sword, tattooed a piece of rune paper, and chanted a spell that others could not understand while waving the wooden sword......

Zhou Xiaoliu watched the "junior brother" seriously perform a one-man show, and silently turned his head away. Although he acted very well, but knowing the truth, if she watched it again, she probably couldn't hold back her laughter.

The second uncle quietly tugged at his son's sleeve, pulled him aside, and asked softly, "Why did Daoist Li come so soon?" Although this Lijia Village is not far away, it will take at least twenty minutes to walk back and forth from here.

His son replied in a low voice: "I met him halfway through, and he said that he got up in the morning and counted a hexagram, and today someone will come from the east and ask him to do a ritual......

After listening to his son's reply, the second uncle carefully observed Daoist Li in the dojo again, and sighed: Last month, I saw that the stubble on his chin was still white, but now it has turned black again, and even his posture is more upright, and the whole person looks more energetic. Even the hexagram is getting more and more accurate, Zhoujiawu Tomb Mountain, isn't it just east of Lijia Village!

"Okay, you can go to the grave, just look for the words engraved on the tombstone!" Daoist Li put away the wooden sword and said to everyone.

"They just told me that they are all fine, just learning from the ghost fairy in the bamboo bush and looking at the scenery in a different direction. Daoist Li explained again.

"This grave was moved by the masters they begged to pass, and it won't change its location in the future, so don't worry!"

The second uncle muttered: "It's okay, it's okay...... it's okay."

Zhou Peng listened to Daoist Li's words, stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Zhou Xiaoliu's clothes, and glanced at her: I know, the master your junior brother said is your master, and these graves were all moved by your master, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm a tight-lipped person.

Zhou Xiaoliu rarely understood, he was asking for a reward, she nodded, took out a white sesame halva from her pocket, and stuffed it into Zhou Peng's palm.

Zhou Peng pinched the candy, very disappointed in his heart, why didn't he give money?