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Sangyu City, in a wreath shop in an old street.

An old man wearing reading glasses cut white flowers with trembling hands, and after putting a wreath into it, he rubbed his somewhat sour eyes.

After all, he is old, and this kind of delicate work is a bit tiring for him.

A few apprentices were working in the shop, and the old man sat on the matza at the door smoking a cigarette, watching the people come and go.

The old street is not very prosperous, and this kind of third-tier city is not close to the prosperity, but the slow-paced life has more life that is not available in big cities.

A woman came back from shopping for vegetables and greeted the old man, "Brother Ning, aren't you busy today?" ”

The old man smiled: "Busy! Why is the big sister free? ”

The old man and the woman obviously knew each other, and the woman was also nearly 50 years old, with a round face, and she looked a little rich, she smiled: "Please ask Brother Ning about it some time ago, I don't know what happened?" Stop by today to buy some food and ask. ”

The old man glanced at the women's vegetable baskets, chicken heads, duck heads, and rabbit heads, which were bloody, and looked a little infiltrating. But it's a good meal for the dead.

The old man took a puff of cigarette, the smoke pot knocked on the sole of his shoe, and replaced it with tobacco again, a little melancholy: "The three children have been left behind, and the people on the other side of the river are a little resistant after all." ”

The woman was slightly stunned: "You mean Yang'er...... Went to the south? ”

The old man nodded, and the woman didn't believe it, but she had to believe it, but she just murmured: "But why did he go to the south......"

The old man was stunned when he saw the woman, and he was a little regretful: "Sister of the Zhong family, the old brother may not be able to help you." You know, I have been at odds with Chu Laoxian and Jing Laohu for all these years, and my sacrificial family and the two of them also have old grudges. Wu Xiong was forced away by our northern faction at the beginning, and coming back that day was already a signal, and I estimated that something might happen to Wuwei Mountain. ”

The woman seemed to be lost, but her expression became serious.

The southern sect and the northern faction have the same origin, but after many years of splitting, there is no longer the possibility of reuniting.

However, division is division, and there are naturally rules for life and death in the way of life and death.

Although the south and the north are irrelevant, it does not mean that the rules of hundreds of years have been forgotten. The fact that his own disciples ran to someone else's territory was already a sign of rebellion. And the other party dared to accept him blatantly.

There was a faint flash of green in the woman's eyes, as if she was displeased.

"Brother Ning, I want to go to Linjiang, do you think it?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and asked softly.

The old man was silent for a long time, looked at the gray sky, and let out a sigh.

"Alas, sister of the Zhong family, why bother. I heard that your daughter is about to give birth, isn't it good to stop? ”

The woman insisted: "Some things, some rules, have to be upheld." I have maintained this family, and I must always look like a parent......"

The old man knows that it is useless to persuade him, in terms of identity, this woman is on an equal footing with himself, how can he be qualified to ask the other party.

"I heard that the contemporary Tengu has been born. Those people from the Xudu Gate, the Tiangu, and the Nanzong are not easy to mess with, and there is only one person left in your Zhong family now, so why should you take the risk yourself. ”

The woman smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Brother Ning, when I was a child, there was a famine in my family, and the whole village was almost dead, if it wasn't for the master who took me in, I would have died a long time ago." As the head of the Zhong family, although I have never read a book, I am not afraid of playing tricks with the Southern Sect. ”

The old man knew that the woman had made up her mind, and no matter how much she persuaded her, it would not be useful.

He handed the woman a gilded invitation: "Well, I know I can't persuade you." This is an invitation from a wealthy family in the south of Jinzhong to ask me to do the law, with a reward of 500,000 yuan, I will give this to you, add a piece of clothing after it is finished, don't lose face in front of the group of people in the south. ”

The woman wiped her dirty hands on her clothes, carefully accepted the invitation, and nodded gratefully: "Brother Ning, then I'll leave first." ”

The old man said: "Go, if you can see Chu Laoxian and Jing Laohu, bring me a word, I'd rather wait for them to come to Sangyu and smash my field." ”

"I see."

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At this moment, unlike the bland conversation in Sang Yu City, Qin Kun looked a little embarrassed.

On the PK stage, that missionary and his heroic spirit are too capable of fighting!

The surrounding illusion was a temple, and the crowd of people shouting that they were heretics was dizzy.

"Niu Meng, what the hell is this heroic spirit, how many feet have you been beaten, how can you still be alive?" That Heroic Spirit Jinjik was kicked by Niu Meng again and shattered the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and appeared intact, and things began to get weird.

Even if it's a ghost, you can't be so invincible, right? This is a yin body confrontation, and it is an effective kill after all!

When Qin Kun was wondering, he was accidentally slapped in the face by the missionary's thorn strip, and it hurt hotly.

This old god stick rolled up his sleeves, his arms were thick and powerful, and Qin Kun scolded in his heart: Damn, which god stick has such wild muscles? Qin Kun was sure in his heart that this guy must not have been a good thing before.

Niu Meng had already kicked away the Heroic Spirit Jin Jike with his flying soul leg for the sixth time, and his bull eyes were also very suspicious, Niu Meng said in a deep voice: "Brother Kun, I heard that the heroes of the living can only become heroic spirits after death, and they are blessed by the people and worshiped in the temple." This big nose is probably one of these ghosts! ”

Qin Kun was stunned for a moment, "Didn't the ghost stay in the yang world because of obsession?" ”

Niu Meng said solemnly: "This big nose must want to protect something, and it has not been completed before it turns into a heroic spirit." This kind of ghost thought is obsessed with perfection, and its combat power is also extremely strong, no worse than those ghosts whose hearts are twisted and die miserably! ”

Qin Kun didn't expect this heroic spirit to come from this kind of background, but he was contemptuous of that missionary.

The ghost of this kind of hero dares to use it, and he is not afraid of being damned!

On the other side, the missionary Tiatis saw that Qin Kun's offensive had slowed down, and said lightly: "Lost lambs, some evil and filthy will be embarrassed in the face of the Holy Light. Lay down your sword and come to atone for your sins! ”

Tiatis was also very angry, Qin Kun's karma snatching knife could not cause the slightest damage to the flesh, but it could cut through the clothes and seriously injure the ghost, Tiatis was cut by Qin Kun's clothes in rags, and if he cut it again, his underwear would be exposed.

And Jin Jike was stabbed a few times, he was already old, and the heroic spirit stayed in the world for a long time, and his thinking was twilight, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a confused old ghost. Jinjik only knew how to protect everything related to the Holy See, and after being slashed a few times by the Karma Snatching Knife, his thinking became even more chaotic.

If this continues, Jinjik will really die!

In the real world, Tiatis still has to rely on Jinjik to preach doctrines and get rid of evil spirits, which is the foundation of his life! If Dingicik had died, Tiatis felt that the people of the Holy See would have been angry with him.

Moreover, he could feel that every time Jin Jike was cut by the Oriental, the spirit body weakened a little, although the heroic spirit was almost immortal, as long as there were blessings and prayers, it could exist infinitely, but the accumulation of blessings and prayers also took time!

"Child, if you find your way back, I can spare your life!"

Qin Kun took a sip: "Less nonsense!" God stick, eat my trick! ”

Qin Kun knew that if he continued to fight like this, even if Niu Meng surpassed that heroic spirit a lot, he would have to be stoned to death by his golden hammer.

"Fierce Ghost...... Pro! ”

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