I was startled, and quickly stood up, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and asked:

"What kind of deal?"

"Don't ask! No matter what you see for a while, don't keep quiet, otherwise no one will be able to protect you! Sound me?! ”

Didn't wait for me to answer. With a suffrage of his hand, he pulled the rope around my neck around his wrist and flew out with a whoosh.

Zhao Jiazi flew faster than the fat man in Huangjian. The surrounding scenery is distorted into lines, and you can't see anything! The rope around my neck made me feel painful.

After flying for two or three minutes, I stopped, it was so fast, my eyes were spent, I was so sick that I was about to vomit, I sat down with my ass, and it took me half a day to regain my vision.

Bang me! Why am I sitting on the big kang in the northeast countryside!?

One of the major features of Manchu architecture in Northeast China is the kang. In the early years, there were generally two large kangs in the bedroom, the south kang and the north kang, with an aisle in the middle. Later, it developed into only one side of the kang, and a table, chair and sofa on the other side.

In this room, there is only one side of the big kang. There was a mess on the kang, and a bed table was overturned in the middle, and cups and dishes were sprinkled on the kang.

I sat on the kang head, and there was a middle-aged man sitting on the kang tip, with a flat head, wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and a square face, and I didn't know what was scratching my face.

I looked to the side and was startled. There was a woman sitting next to me, her face painted like a monkey's ass, and I couldn't see what it was. He was dressed in colorful clothes, like a big opera, and hung a bell.

Beneath the kang stood a young man holding a donkey's skin drum.

Behind them stood two people, a man and a woman, fifty or sixty years old, who looked like an old couple. The two of them looked nervously at the woman sitting on the bed.

I know this posture! This is the dancing god!

The female is the great god, and the donkey skin drum is the two gods!

Judging from this situation, these two dancing gods should have invited Zhao Jiazi! If you guessed correctly, now Zhao Jiazi is attached to this woman with heavy makeup.

That's right, I saw that this woman was still holding the end of the rope in her hand, and the other section was tied around my neck.

"Old fairy, are you here? You're tired of traveling, so let's smoke a cigarette first. ”

It was a young man with a drum who spoke, and I saw him put down the drum, grabbed the "Zhonghua" on the edge of the kang and prepared to open it.

"Don't be in a hurry* to smoke just yet."

Although it was the woman next to her who spoke, this voice was Zhao Jiazi. I saw him say to the middle-aged man on the kang

"This is Huang Qiye, we haven't seen each other for a long time. What are you doing today? ”

Hearing Zhao Jiazi speak, the middle-aged man turned his face away

"Don't ask me, ask your disciple to go!"

"Okay, okay, look at your stinky temper!"

Zhao Jiazi turned to face the young man standing under the kang.

"What's going on?"

The young man told me what had happened, and I listened to it.

Sure enough, they are dancing the gods, the second god is called Xu Deguang, and the female god is called Hui'er. He is a disciple of Zhao Jiazi

This village is called Zhangjiabao (pu), which belongs to Dayu County, Jiqing City, and the middle-aged man sitting on the kang is called Zhang Shunji, who is the village head of Zhangjiabaozi Village. Standing underground are Zhang Shunji's parents.

Just two months ago, it wasn't much, this Zhang Shunji suddenly went crazy, and when he went crazy, he cried and made trouble, talked and sang. When I'm awake, I'm like a normal person.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang took him to the Seventh People's Hospital of Jiqing City (the city's neurological hospital) for examination several times.

It's strange to say, as soon as he arrived at the psychiatric hospital, Zhang Shunji was like a good person, he couldn't find anything, as long as he went home, he would make trouble.

After coming and going, tossing and turning for two months, Zhang Shunji's illness has become more and more frequent, and in recent days, he has not even eaten except for sleeping.

The old couple is old and knows some old traditions, so they think they may be "rushing" something.

So he asked people to invite these two masters who can "see things" and "dance gods" in Dayu County.

The two of them arrived at Zhang's house at six o'clock in the afternoon, and simply prepared some application things, "moved the pole" (Litangkou), and waited until more than eleven o'clock, Zhang Shunji was sick, singing and dancing on the kang, crying and laughing for a while.

Hui'er saw Zhang Shunji's illness and knew that she had really "rushed" something. Just ask him which immortal family he is?

As a result, this kid said that he was the Jade Emperor!

This time, Hui'er has the bottom - this thing is not high.

Because the lower the cultivation, the less awe there is, and no one dares to pretend. If you cultivate to a high level, you will know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, but you will have some scruples.

Basically, this kind of low cultivation comes to make trouble, and the requirements are not high, so it is easy to solve.

So Hui'er said to him

"The Jade Emperor is so busy, it's impossible for him to come here."

Zhang Shunji laughed when he heard it

"And guess who I am?"

"I guess you're a yellowskin, right?!"

Hui'er's guess is still well-founded, because the little yellow skin with low cultivation is the most noisy, loves to sing and dance, and loves to brag and talk big.

Zhang Shunji didn't answer, he kept laughing. Hui'er expected that she had guessed correctly, and she knew better.

The little yellow skin is actually quite easy to deal with, this thing has not been cultivated at home, it is like a child, and it has to be coaxed. But the Huang family has the right to do things, and they do have the means, and they hold grudges.

Hui'er continued to ask

"The fairy of the Huang family, where did the old Zhang family offend you? Why did you go to Lao Zhang's house to make trouble? ”

As soon as Zhang Shunji heard this, he began to run the train with his mouth full, saying that he had hundreds of years of Taoism, and his mana was boundless or something, but he didn't talk about business.

No matter how Hui'er asks, he just doesn't get on the road. In this way, the sweat on Hui'er's head came down.

Because the yellow man in front of him refused to say the reason why he was making trouble, he might not be the main master, but just ran errands for other immortal families.

If this is the case, the origin of the main owner may not be small.

However, his master's status in the wild immortals is not low, how can ordinary wild immortals sell their master's face, and the top priority is to send this little yellow skin away.

"Your cultivation is so high, you've been practicing for hundreds of years, what kind of ability do you have?"

Hui'er originally planned to explore his reality first, but she didn't expect the other party's answer to make him almost laugh and cry.

"Well... I... I... I can eat a chicken in one meal! ”

In fact, it's not wrong, the yellow skin is the name of the weasel in the Northeast, the scientific name of this thing is the weasel, the body is very small, the largest is only thirty or fifty centimeters, and it is as long as an A4 paper, so it is indeed a big deal for him to eat a chicken.

Hui'er heard him say this, sneered, and said

"Good! Come, stew a chicken for him, and let Da Xian'er show his ability. ”

When the Zhang family heard this, they quickly killed a chicken, stewed it and served it. I saw that Zhang Shunji's saliva flowed, his eyes rolled, he sniffed it first, grabbed the chicken and ate it, and the eating appearance was ugly.

Halfway through a chicken, Zhang Shunji's throat tightened, and he vomited on the table. It is said that with Zhang Shunji's body, a whole chicken can hold up even if he tries hard.

But at this moment he was a yellow skin, and half a chicken went down, and he vomited it in a daze.

The little yellow skin was annoyed and angry, and sure enough, he played a child's temper and overturned the table.

My grandmother told me that the wild immortals have a strange way of behaving in their ways, the higher the practice, the more reasonable, and the lower the practice, the greater the mood swings, and they are prone to "convulsions".

After all, these animals always cultivate with a little bit of wildness, especially limited by their initial intelligence, and those with low cultivation are like children, and with the increase of cultivation years, they become more and more mature.

"Wait! It's not over. ”

Melted into a gust of wind and left. As soon as he left, Zhang Shunji collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Hui'er knew in her heart that this yellow skin was running back to find the main owner behind it. Sure enough, without a cup of tea, there was a gust of wind, and Zhang Shunji, who had been asleep, sat up again. Hui'er knew that the Lord was coming. He asked:

"I don't know which way the immortal family arrived, but I didn't have time to meet it, and I hope to forgive my sins."

"Tell your master to come and talk to me!"

Zhang Shunji replied coldly.

"Then, dare to ask which old immortal is it? I'll give Master a good message. ”

"Tell your master to come and talk to me!"

It's this sentence again.

Next, no matter what Hui'er said or asked, Zhang Shunji said this back and forth, or he didn't answer as if he didn't hear it. Hui'er and his wife had no choice but to move Zhao Jiazi to the upper body.