When Zhu Yifei, Ziyang and the little monk walked into the mourning hall with Xie Yichen, there was a man in his thirties lying next to the coffin crying bitterly, his tone was extremely high, and after seeing the people from Xie Mansion coming in, he kept hitting the coffin board with his head and shouted: "Uncle, you left so early, my nephew is willing to go with you"

Seeing this, Old Madam Xie couldn't care about Xie Yichen, and hurriedly said to the tall servants: "Don't hurry up and pull Young Master Zhang away."

Several servants were stunned, and when they saw this, they hurriedly rushed up and pulled the young man who was about to faint aside. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhu Yifei, who was standing behind everyone, saw it clearly, the so-called Young Master Zhang had no tears on his face at all, although he was hoarse and hoarse, but he obviously showed most of the ingredients, and heard him claim that Xie Yichen's father was an uncle, and that was obviously the old woman's maiden nephew.

As soon as Xie Yichen saw his father's ranking, he howled and cried, and before he could make a few sounds, he was blocked in his chest with a breath, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Everyone tinkered for a long time to wake it up, and the Taoist priest's white face began to glow blue-black, which looked like he was about to die, and the frightened old woman Xie sat on the ground with a puff.

Ziyang walked over in two steps, pushed aside everyone, raised his palm and slapped Xie Yichen's heavenly spirit cover three times, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't give me back yet"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that Xie Yichen suddenly opened his eyes, turned sideways, opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and then eased up.

When she entered the mansion just now, Mrs. Xie saw that Ziyang had an extraordinary bearing, and she was still wearing Xie Yichen's clothes, knowing that her son was a strong master outside, and she heard her son call her master again and again, so she treated her with courtesy.

Xie Yichen woke up, knelt down and crawled to the coffin, crying again, Ziyang frowned and said, "Don't cry yet, your father hasn't gone yet."

As soon as these words came out, the people around him were stunned, especially the eldest son Zhang, his expression became more and more panicked, and he stood up and said angrily: "Where did the wild Taoist priest come from, and he dared to make a big speech in my uncle's mourning hall, I really don't know how to be polite, come here, give me out."

As soon as the next person heard this, he immediately started to do it, Zhu Yifei stepped forward a few steps, and with a flick of his wrist, a thin sword as blue as water appeared out of thin air, which frightened those servants into taking a few steps back and not daring to move.

"This is my master and senior sister, how can my cousin call and drink in my house, isn't it even more rude" Xie Yichen suddenly stood up and said disdainfully to that young master.

"Chen'er, why are you talking to your brother like this, you have been out looking for immortals for five or six years, thanks to your cousin's help, what's the matter, now that you are back, you have begun to deny your relatives?" said Old Madam Xie and lowered her face.

"Mother, the child knows that he is wrong, but ......" Xie Yichen was about to say something, but Mrs. Xie hurriedly interrupted him: "I know that it is your friend, and now, you are also back, you should also do something that should be done, and bear the responsibilities that should be borne, our Xie family has a great cause, and we can still treat a few of your friends?" The old lady comforted Xie Yichen and said to Young Master Zhang again: "Xu'er, you are also tired, the matter over there will be handed over to you for the time being, your uncle is new, and my aunt and I don't have the heart to take care of these things anymore." Old Madam Xie said and wiped away her tears.

Ziyang pressed on Zhu Yifei's wrist and asked her to put away her sword, and after she retreated to the crowd with a cold face next to her, the little monk pulled her and comforted her.

"Auntie, the matter of the shop has been arranged a long time ago, I want to accompany you here" Young Master Zhang said and walked over to him, holding Old Madam Xie's arm, but he seemed more affectionate than Xie Yichen.

Xie Yichen didn't have the heart to compete for favor, so he pulled Ziyang's sleeve and said, "Master, you said my father is still alive?"

"En" Ziyang nodded, and seeing that Old Madam Xie obviously didn't like them because of Young Master Zhang's matter, he turned to ask a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was closest to him, "Can you tell me more about the things before and after?"

Xie Yichen also helped: "Yes, fifth sister, you tell me all about your father, my master has great powers and boundless mana."

Ziyang hung down three black lines on his forehead, and said secretly in his heart: Is this kid really from the same door as Yifei, and even what he said is so consistent, is it true that he is destined to accept another apprentice?

When the girl saw Ziyang asking her, she looked at Mrs. Xie and said, "Mother, I'll invite the guests to move to the side courtyard first."

"Well, that's right, look at me, I actually treat guests like this, and I hope that the Taoist chief won't mind" Old Madam Xie patted her head and said.

"No need, let's just say it here, time is limited, your father is angry, and the soul is angry, obviously not because of the end of his life" Ziyang said in his words.

"How can it be ....." shocked the four as soon as these words came out, Xie Yichen also instantly understood that there must be something strange in it, and blurted out that he was about to ask, when the little monk suddenly interjected: "It was poisoned to death."

Ziyang turned his head to look at the little monk and raised his eyebrows a little speechlessly.

"How is it possible, our Xie Mansion has always been not poisonous, Dao Chief, you say, what should I do, the old man can still be saved?" Old Madam Xie obviously didn't believe it.

"Naturally, I just have to bother to make some preparations," Ziyang said with a smile.

"Master, what are you prepared for, just say that in Xie Mansion is our own home," Xie Yichen said.

Zhu Yifei despised this second-year teenager, he was really for the sake of cultivating immortals, and he was open-minded.

"Naturally, I will bathe and change my clothes first" Ziyang said, walked to the top of the mourning hall, ordered someone to open the coffin lid, first looked at it, and then said to the void: "Don't worry, I will save you when the poor road is in the evening."

"Well, you said there was a thief in your house?"

"Well, don't worry, in the middle of the night today, I will let you return to the yang, don't cry yet, the poor road has always been true to its word"

"Well, your son is back, he's all right, and he's waiting to meet you."

.........

Everyone looked at Ziyang, sometimes facing the corpse, sometimes facing the beam, sometimes speaking loudly to the spirit card, and the servants around him were so frightened that their legs and stomachs began to tremble, especially the young master Zhang, who actually sat on the ground with a puff, his face was as white as paper, his whole body was trembling, and his sweat was like rain.

Zhu Yifei opened the eye of heaven and looked at half of the salary, there were no dead souls in the empty space above the mourning hall, so he asked the little monk in a low voice: "Hey, it's not a little bit, why can't I see it?"

The little monk raised his head and blinked his big watery eyes and replied, "I can't see either."

"You can't see it with your Buddha's eyes, Ziyang's cultivation is growing faster than me?" grabbed two handfuls of hair suspiciously, only to see that Ziyang had already walked down the mourning hall, glanced at the young master with a little deep meaning, and said to Mrs. Xie: "Remove this spirit flag or something, tell me the specific details later, and let me go and find all the three souls and seven spirits of Master Xie in the evening, and then I can return to the yang."

Ziyang's behavior had already made Old Madam Xie look at her differently, and Xie Yichen was constantly blowing the wind beside him, so he changed his previous attitude and treated Ziyang and the others like gods.

The bath room in Xie Mansion is still very large, divided into two rooms for men and women, Zhu Yifei carefully washed the little monk after bathing, and couldn't help laughing when he gave medicine to the bird.

"Demon girl, are you very happy if I am injured," the little monk said with some dissatisfaction.

"It's gone, it's just that it's the same place over and over again, it seems that you still have to wear a few more pairs of pants in the future" Zhu Yifei smiled "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little"

"I'll have to wrap it in a while, it should be fine soon" Zhu Yifei carefully wrapped the soft cloth sent by the maid after boiling and scalding on the bird, and tied a bow mischievously.

"Demon girl, your knot is so beautiful" The little monk looked down and looked at himself with satisfaction.

"Well, put on your pants, it's really cold in winter, and when tonight passes, I'll rush to the capital tomorrow morning" Zhu Yifei handed over the small clothes sent by Xie Fu to the little monk, and he put them on clumsily.

"What are you doing in the capital? Don't you like to be the imperial concubine?" the little monk pouted a little sadly, with a reluctant expression.

"I owe someone else's life and favor, and I have to pay it back," Zhu Yifei said, mentioning the gorgeous long dress, and caressed the three pieces of black jade on her waist with one hand, and was inexplicably stunned.

"Demon girl, why don't you wear a coat yet" After the little monk got dressed, he jumped down from the chair and looked at her with a sad and confused expression.

"Well, let's wear it" woke up, Zhu Yifei put on the pale pink water lotus pleated high-waisted skirt, as usual she did not wear cotton clothes, one is because she is not afraid of the cold, and the other is that the ancient cotton clothes are too heavy, and it is really inconvenient to wear on the body, such as the little monk who was originally an oval meat ball, but now it has completely become a rolling circle, I really doubt that I can get up if I go out and fall down like this.

The spell is sent and closed, the long hair is dry, and the long hair is tied into a ponytail with a belt, and the blue hairpin is inserted horizontally, not big or small, and the delicate and weak air is swept away, and it is replaced with a bit of heroic posture, and there is a cold beauty between the eyebrows and eyes.

Walking out of the bath room, he happened to meet Ziyang and Xie Yichen, it is said that these two people are bathing in the same pool, and I don't know if Ziyang will be tortured to death by his gushing.

"Master" saw that Xie Yichen was pulling Ziyang's sleeve and asking questions, a twenty-five or six-year-old man was coquettish to an eighteen or nineteen-year-old man, this scene was not an ordinary hemp person, Zhu Yifei really couldn't bear it, so he raised his voice and shouted.

Ziyang turned his head to look at him, the two sword eyebrows twisted together were stretched, staggered up and down, and a wicked smile bloomed on his pale face: "This dress is good, it is much more convenient to go to the underworld at night."

Zhu Yifei was stunned for a moment, and rolled his eyes, thinking that it was not bad for him to accept an extra apprentice, maybe he didn't have to do the errands himself.

"Senior sister, you are so beautiful" Xie Yichen suddenly spoke, and then rushed to her in three or two steps, and after getting closer, he looked at half of the salary left and right, and said to Ziyang with a hippie smile: "I also said that you didn't come from the sky, my senior sister is so beautiful, is it obviously a fairy?"

"Go, go, our sect has a high appearance, let's go for plastic surgery first like you" Zhu Yifei pushed Xie Yichen away and said with a little blush.

"Appearance, plastic surgery, what is it" Xie Yichen was asking, and suddenly a maid's call came from the door: "Young master, the food in the front hall has been arranged."