Liangguo City, Liangjia Humble House.

The man in the coffin opened his eyes.

"Ahh......h

"Am I dead? Where is this? Why is it so dark, is it hell?"

The man in the coffin touched his stone-heavy chest and tried to struggle to get up, but was interrupted by the cry of an old man.

"Son, you haven't reached the age of the weak crown, so you left in a hurry, how can you live if you want your father!"

The good old man cried heartily, and the people who came to mourn also cried, but there was a faint unique flavor in their cries, and even someone could clearly hear someone crying and laughing.

At this time, I don't know from that place there is a strange wind, but I saw the white flags shaking, the wreaths flying, the ever-bright lantern was clearly extinguished in a trance, a strong wind rushed in, and the cold house creaked, just like the old bones of the good father, as long as the strange wind was a little stronger, the world would fall, and the old man and the house would be crushed into one of the thousands of dust.

Everyone was shocked.

But it is this humble house as small as a pea, a genius who died not long ago before the weak crown, and the humble house that has never been lively, now it has become like boiled boiled water, and it is very lively.

The house was crowded with people, like a wealthy family marrying the daughter-in-law of a certain civil official, and a talented man who studied hard in the cold window returned to his hometown to hold a feast, and the funeral was more lively and joyful than the happy event.

It's just that Daddy Liang's face has always been ugly, and as there are more and more people, it becomes heavier and heavier, and it is almost like condensing the air here, but the people who should come are still here, and the people who shouldn't come are also cheeky, even if there is no opportunity to eat and drink here.

"Son, wake up, there is still a quarter of an hour to go over the seventh, if you don't wake up and leave, what can Dad do, Daddy ......" Liang Dad held the coffin board with his left hand, beat his chest with his right hand, and cried unconsciously, two lines of old tears gushed out like the monstrous Yellow River water, and the turbid and yellowish snot fell into his mouth.

Seven days have passed, and the good father has been crying.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, mourning the world and the world! Before he knew it, the only few black hairs left were white to the tip of the hair.

In the darkest corner of the Liangjia Humble House, there are three young people of the same age as Liang Yunsheng, their heads are dressed in white silk, and they look at each other very tacitly.

There is still a quarter of an hour to go until the first seven!

For seven days and seven nights, the three young people were still in good spirits and proud.

The corners of one of the people's mouths rose slightly, and his face suddenly became weird, and he said: "Brothers, it seems that Liang Yunsheng is dead this time, it's been seven days, I don't believe that the salted fish can still turn over, even if this salted fish really turns over, this overturn is just a salted fish that has been burned on the other side!"

"Senior brother, what should we do next?" a twinkle flashed in the eyes of the person who spoke.

"It seems that it is useless to continue to stay here, brothers, it is getting late, let's go to the Emperor's Pavilion to drink all night, and return at dawn. ”

The third person looked solemn, crossed his hands, sighed deeply thoughtfully, and moved the corners of his mouth: "He is gone, but since then the rivers and lakes have been silent, the soul is not prosperous, and there will be one less fierce rival in the world in the future, one less genius, and one less confidant!"

The three of them exchanged glances with a tacit understanding, showing the same depth of loneliness on their faces, and came to the coffin together, even if the ground was very dirty, dark and hard, they still chose to kneel, clasped their palms together, and bowed three times very dignifiedly.

There have always been many geniuses in Liangguo, but a genius like Liang Yunsheng is rare for a thousand years, and it can even be said that it is ten thousand years, ten thousand years......

After the three of them knelt down, they got up, turned around and brushed their sleeves, and wanted to leave.

The moment the young man turned around, his eyes fell on the coffin that was as dark as night, and he seemed to sense something.

He is second only to Liang Yunsheng.

If Liang Yunsheng disappears from now on, then two will become one, and when the water comes to fruition, he will be the first day of Liangguo Jingtian Ling Mountain.

"Mo Shi, let's go! Liang Yunsheng is already cold. ”

"What, he actually said that I was cold? Am I still alive, okay?!" You actually put me in a coffin, grass!" Liang Yunsheng in the coffin felt a little difficult to breathe, but he didn't want to come out at this time, because he understood that he had come to a strange world, and it was very scary to sit up in a dying coffin!

But the man named Mo Shi still couldn't let go, his eyebrows were tightly locked, a dazzling sword crossed behind him, and there was a bit of doubt in his eyes, and there was a bit of anger in the doubt, but there was also fear, that kind of unknowability, from the fear of darkness.

Mo Shi turned around, raised his sword eyebrows lightly, folded his hands, and bowed to Liang Dad dignifiedly, worthy of being a gentleman in the Avenue of Justice, and said: "Liang Dad, Liang Yunsheng is the only genius of our Jingtian Spirit Mountain, and his departure is a big loss for our entire Jingtian Spirit Mountain, as a senior brother, I am overwhelmed with grief." ”

The good old man didn't pay attention to it, but just raised his hand and wiped his old face heavily, but there were a thousand words between the silence.

Mo Shi still refused to give up, his eyes were deep and sunken and looked at the good father's eyes, like a sharp sword.

"Good father, forgive me for taking the liberty of going down the mountain to mourn this time on the order of the master, and the master has explained that the corpse of the fourteenth junior brother must be brought back to the Lingshan Ice, if there is any offense, I hope you will take care of the old man. ”

"What, there are such brazen people in this world, who don't even let go of the dead. Liang Yunsheng in the coffin was shocked, his fists were indignant, and he gritted his teeth as if he was polishing a rusty sword.

At this time, everyone's eyes were locked on Mo Shi, and they all felt unreasonable about the young man's actions in front of them, but no one would stop him.

Jingtian Ling Mountain is the place where geniuses were created, as the first holy place of the good country, the people in the holy land are masters, the so-called masters are those who are not easy to understand, they are masters, and they do such disgusting things, but everyone firmly believes that this is right, and there will even be people who raise the banner to support him.

This is too ruthless! Even the corpses are spared.

Liang Yunsheng in the coffin was about to get up at this time to prove that he was still alive, and a thought flashed: "In this world, Tange, who studies the theory of space-time relativity, is also a genius, and after his death, he was dug out by a certain doctor, I just studied the quantum world, I didn't expect the blessings and misfortunes to change day and night, and now I have really crossed, I have actually caught up with the tide of crossing, I have actually caught up with the tide of crossing!"

That's right, Liangyunsheng crossed over to him! He crossed over to a teenager with the same name and surname who had almost the same fate as him, but in his previous life, he was a grandmother, and when he arrived in Liangguo City here, his grandmother became a father.

Three years of college entrance examination, five years of struggle, but he was not admitted to his ideal university, last year he secretly took the exam with one less point, and I don't know how many people were crushed to death by this point, but there seems to be no other way out in his life except for the university entrance examination, so he has not given up.

In his previous life, Liang Yunsheng was a filial child, the college entrance examination in the third year was about to be examined, and the fire of the June fire was pressing between his eyebrows, but he was still studying his quantum world, how could that cat die at the same time? and live at the same time? He never understood that the moldy and esoteric formulas were neatly listed in the notebook, and the quantum world was not only a dream for him, but also the only pleasure.

Three days before June 7th, grandma secretly closed her eyes, bad news came, Liang Yunsheng ran home to see his grandmother for the last time, and got an inheritance of more than 10,000 yuan left to his college, this inheritance was saved by his grandmother while working as a cleaner and picking up garbage for more than ten years, in the previous life, perhaps for many people who fight for their father, Liang Yunsheng has never been qualified to meddle, but finally today, June 4th, his life of fighting milk is about to come to an end, which is also his grandmother's death announcement to him.

On the day of the college entrance examination, after playing with the pen for a long time, he didn't even come up with the essay topic, as the bell fell, he figured out how the cat died and lived at the same time, the experiment is the only criterion for testing the truth, and hurried home after taking a subject, took the money to buy experimental equipment, and at the moment he started the experiment, his laboratory exploded, and at that moment he became a glorious traverser.

"Smack!"

A slap fell on Mo Shi's face, this slap was very heavy, Mo Shi's expression was a little trance, and he touched his hot right side of his face with his hand.

"Old man, for the sake of you being my junior brother's father, I don't care about you, but Master has a life, and Master's order is related to the safety of my world, and I must bring the body of the cultivator back to the Spirit Mountain to freeze on this trip. ”

At this time, the other two people standing next to them looked at each other and asked themselves very puzzled: When did Jingtian Lingshan have ice sealed? The expressions on the faces of the others were different, but they were very nervous.

"Smack!"

Another slap was slapped on Mo Shi's face, this time the slap was heavier, and the quaint crimson hairpin that was tightly tied to Mo Shi's head slipped down his hair and fell to the ground, making a few crisp sounds.

This slap strengthened Mo Shi's determination, and his hairstyle was already messy, no different from a madman.

"Old man, he is your son and my junior brother, no matter what today, I have to bring the body back, you have to give it, you have to give it, you have to give it if you don't give it, others can recognize you, I don't recognize people with the Xuanwu sword in my hand. While speaking, Mo Shi had already pulled out the dazzling sword carved with the words "Heavenly Walker", the blade of the sword flowed, and the cold light was terrifying.

In the last quarter of an hour, Liang Dad was the only one who could save Liang Yunsheng.

There is an ancient legend in Jingtian Ling Mountain, the tears of loved ones can move Haotian, get the water of Hades' three lives, and on the last night of the first seven, as long as one of the last seven spirits of the deceased remains, they can return to the world.

Seeing that 0.0 minutes, 0 seconds is coming, if it weren't for the eyeliner, Mo Shi would have been eager to cut the grass and eradicate the roots immediately to get rid of the trouble.

If soft robbery is not good, then there is only hard robbery.

"Second junior brother, fifth junior brother, you move the old man away. Although I didn't understand what the senior brother did, I still pulled away the old man who had half of his body in the coffin.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him: "Senior brother, although Jingtian Lingshan is said to be icy and snowy, the master explained when he traveled that he wanted us to worship the fourteenth junior brother, don't let his old man be too sad and sad, and he didn't ...... Didn't you say that you want to freeze the corpse?"

A pair of terrible eyes pierced through the darkness, this would not be a human eye, falling on the face of the thirteenth junior brother, the thirteenth junior brother's face was instantly scorched by fire, turning from red to black, covering his mouth with his hand, it was not good to look at each other, just lowered his head.

"Cultivators, if you can't return to the Spirit Mountain, one day, the overflow of the soul will be used by the wicked, and it will definitely harm the world and disturb the Three Realms. Although the reason was ridiculous and could not convince others, he convinced himself.

The first seven will be exhausted, there is still a soul, if you can't be sure that Liangyun is alive and dead, how can Mo Shi be good.

"Boom. "There was a loud bang.

The coffin plate lid is opened.

"Wow, it's cool, I'm finally able to get out. At this time, a cool wind passed through Liang Yunsheng's body, and he opened his eyes unconsciously, but he couldn't open them, it seemed that someone didn't let him open them, and he didn't let him speak.

Mo Shi stepped forward a few steps, and a foul smell came to his face, haunting his soul.

"Why does it stink so much! The corpse is already rotting and stinking, hurry up and close the coffin. One of the mourners said loudly.

Mo Shi stretched out his left hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and walked around the coffin three times.

Liang Yunsheng in the coffin secretly laughed: "I haven't changed my socks for more than half a month, it's time for you to understand what the real invincible Hong Kong foot is, haha!" I just don't know why he couldn't laugh.

"Senior brother, junior brother's spirit body has begun to decay, I see ......" Senior Brother Nine walked to Mo Shi's side lightly, and whispered in his ear, he seemed to be able to see Senior Brother's mind clearly.

Immediately after that, the ninth junior brother turned to face everyone and said, "Thank you for accompanying me and others to wake together so late at night, seven days have passed, the three souls and seven spirits of a person, and the three souls and seven spirits of a cultivator are indeed different, if one spirit of a cultivator exists in the world, it will bring disaster, it is zero hour tonight, and my fourteenth junior brother's body has not ignited the glowing ghost fire, which means that the junior brother has been reincarnated in the next life." ”

"Less nonsense, it stinks to death, hurry up and close the coffin board. Said the rich man in the crowd.

Mo Shi bent his thumb, moved his palm, and silently recited the incantation, and a powerful force acted on the coffin lid, and the lid was closed.

"Lao Tzu is not dead yet!" Liang Yunsheng held his breath, and really wanted to jump out immediately and beat up that hateful person.

Mo Shi stretched out his palm, horizontal in the air, a loose incense pill fabricated out of thin air, shining, like gold in the world, many eyes can't put it down.

Mo Shidao: "The museum has just opened, just to confirm whether the junior brother has returned to the West, I don't want to disturb everyone, this incense pill can dispel the smell." Mo Shi waved his hand as he spoke, and the large and small colorful stars like fireflies fell into the air, which was really beautiful.

People want to reach out and grab it, but when they encounter something, it will disappear, turning into a strange fragrance, which makes people addicted.

Just when everyone was immersed in it, the people of Jingtian Spirit Mountain wanted to leave.

"Smack!"

Another slap in the face.

"You return my son, my son died because you worship heaven, and I will not let you go when I die. Father Liang broke free from the restraints of those two people and grabbed Mo Shi's collar tightly.

Mo Shi suppressed the anger in his heart, he didn't understand what the consequences would be if he beat an old man, if necessary, he would definitely not be merciful, but the purpose of the past seven days has been achieved, since he wants to leave, he gradually retracted, just got rid of the good father, even if the good father fell to the ground.

Silence represents all the things that want to be said, and all the people who want to fight, Mo Shi thought that the wine of the Emperor Yuan Pavilion can really forget the world, and there is wine to relieve a thousand sorrows with a drunk, why bother with an old man.

Mo Shi and his party left, after all, after midnight, the others also left, with words in their mouths, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

"Am I really that stinky? But why can't I move, I'm in a vegetative state?" Liang Yunsheng sniffled, and sure enough, he was smoked by himself.