"Whatever you want!" In the end, Shi Shaojian was still moved by Su Wen's sincerity, or he didn't know how to get rid of this dog skin plaster, and he felt that Su Wen was very good at talking and doing things, so he agreed to it.

As for the rules, others need to follow, does he still need to follow?

"You are alone now, and you have nowhere to go, go back with me!" Shi Shaojian rarely took the initiative to say.

No matter how you say it, you can also accept other people's apprenticeship gifts, and you can't be too cold.

"Thank you, Master!" After Su Wen thanked him respectfully, he took the initiative to step forward to clean up the things on the ground.

Shi Shaojian became more and more satisfied.

Usually, he helps the master clean up the salute and the like, and it is the first time to enjoy the treatment of the master.

This feeling is very good, and it seems that I really want to beg the master.

Originally, he wanted to wait for the master to refuse and then pretend to be helpless to turn Su Wen away, but the master didn't agree with him, and he couldn't help it, right?

Su Wen quickly packed his things, and the two left the mass grave together.

Similar place names exist in many places, after all, in this era, people's names are like grass mustard, and the day and night are not guaranteed.

This place is used by nearby villagers to bury the corpses, and those who have the ability will also order a thin coffin, and those who can't can can only wrap it in a mat.

After a long time, this place has become gloomy, except for the occasional lonely ghost haunting, even the beasts are rare to see!

However, they are all lonely ghosts who have no ability, and they only dare to hide in the woods, and no one pays attention to them.

Du Du had already been told by Su Wen to stay here and not to be discovered.

He didn't want to be discovered by Shi Shaojian or Shi Jian, who knows what the two of them would think!

The two talked all the way to a righteous village.

The so-called Yizhuang is a specific place for temporarily storing unburied coffins, which is also a characteristic of this era, often built outside the village, and also for the corpse chasers and fellow people to rest temporarily.

In this era, Maoshan had no money, and there was no way to raise so many people, so he would send his disciples out for walking, saying that it was training and fame, but in fact, it was to make a living.

As a real person in the dignified Jindan period, Shi Jian ...... Also poor!

There is no way, even if it is a real person in the Jindan period, he can't fight against the army, and he also has his own pride, and he will not make some ninth-rate means, and he can only honestly take orders to make money.

This time I came to Xiahe Town, just to take a business.

I only arrived this evening, and I haven't had time to go to the Lord's house, so I will rest in Yizhuang for the time being.

In the secular world, although Shi Jian's reputation is not obvious, in the cultivation world, he is one of the few Jindan stage masters in the world, and he can be described as famous, and the master of Yizhuang will naturally not refuse, nor dare to refuse.

This one's temper isn't very good!

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Su Wen only feels that the dilapidated Yizhuang in front of him is extraordinarily gloomy.

The potholed earthen walls, the mottled wooden doors with red paint, the obvious smell of incense and candles in the air, and a trace of less obvious earthy smell, Su Wen didn't know when his sense of smell became so sensitive, so he could only barely pretend that nothing happened.

"If Master asks, you say that you fled to Xiahe Town, and then met me, and after talking, worship me as a teacher, and don't say anything else, you know?" After coming to the gate of Yizhuang, Shi Shaojian whispered to Su Wendao again.

"Yes, Master!" Su Wen did not have the slightest impatience and answered honestly.

Even if Shi Shaojian is younger than him, but the master is a teacher, as long as Shi Shaojian is willing to preach for him, it is not an exaggeration to call him "master".

Shi Shaojian was very satisfied with his attitude, and the reason why he repeatedly told him was also for this reason, and he enjoyed the feeling of being a teacher.

After listening to the movement inside, Shi Shaojian quietly pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

Su Wen followed, and then took the initiative to cover the courtyard door.

Quietly.

Under the white moonlight, five brick houses lie in front of you, which is very suitable for use as a place for the protagonist to die in ghost movies.

In the middle is the hall, which is also the place where the ancestors are worshipped and the coffins are stored, and incense and candles are burned.

There are two houses on the left and right, which seem to be built of bricks and tiles from old houses, revealing a strong atmosphere of, well, history.

The courtyard is large, with a brick and stone path for people to walk on, made of broken and gravel piles, and the black earth is lined with it. Usually the soil is yellow, but here for some reason it is black, and the smell of the earth is coming from here.

Moreover, Yizhuang was permeated with a strange aura, like an invisible net, which firmly covered him when he stepped into the courtyard, pressing his heart heavily and his breathing became heavy.

For a moment, Su Wen felt a trace of regret in his heart.

However, he was quickly dispersed.

In the film, although Shi Jian is ruthless, self-serving, and regards other people's lives like mustard, when he does not touch his own interests, he can also be called a "righteous master".

Shi Shaojian was a little surprised by his calmness, and suddenly felt that maybe he could also achieve something on the way to cultivation.

"Don't talk, follow me!" he whispered to him at the end of the path, ready to take him to his bedroom.

Su Wen didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

After approaching, he suddenly felt a gloomy and greedy gaze fall on him in the dark, coming from the second room on his left hand, making him feel like he was being targeted by hyenas and jackals, as if he would be torn to pieces if he was not careful, and his flesh and bones would be swallowed!

Shi Shaojian's room is on the far right.

"Jian'er, come in!" However, as the two passed the second room on the right, a slightly old voice suddenly sounded.

Shi Shaojian's face fell, but he still greeted Su Wen indifferently and pushed the door in.

A very ordinary room, with nothing but a wooden bed, two worn-out stools, and a table.

As the two of them sent in, the candles on the table lit up.

On the bed, there is a middle-aged Taoist sitting cross-legged, thin, wearing a black and white robe, long hair pulled into a bun, and a white wooden hairpin, which is much thicker than an ordinary wooden hairpin, and I don't know what material it is, and one end is a Tai Chi pattern. The appearance is strange, the eyes are like electricity, the eyebrows are like knives, flying obliquely into the sideburns, two long mustaches, hanging straight to the chest, looking at the two of them.

Whether it is hair, eyebrows, or two long mustaches, they are all well maintained, but they are a fairy wind bone.

is not unfamiliar with his appearance, and he is eight or nine points similar to the movies in his previous life.

"Master. Shi Shaojian called honestly.

"Master!" Su Wen immediately bowed down and shouted.

No matter how he dodged before, that gloomy and greedy gaze was like a bone appendage, but after entering the room, he couldn't feel it anymore, and obviously that person didn't dare to provoke the person in front of him.

Shi Jian, the senior brother of the Maoshan faction, is one of the only few Jindan period masters in the world!

"What's going on?" However, after Shi Jian heard him call himself "Master", his face immediately sank, and he asked Shi Shaojian directly.

The tone exudes a taste of "not waiting to be seen".

The only son, who is also an apprentice, went out for a spin in the middle of the night, and then brought himself an apprentice grandson who was older than his son back, or brought an art investment teacher, it is strange that he can be in a good mood!