Now it seems that his actions back then were wise, if it weren't for the Great Array of Immortals, I'm afraid that this small village would have been turned upside down long ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The past is like smoke, but the past will definitely determine today's life, Uncle Luo deeply believes this. He is both a water master and a master, and even dabbles in feng shui. Even so, he has no intention of giving an apprentice, and he has no intention of letting his son inherit it. Although today's society is not so restrictive, he understands that his things need a suitable opportunity to circulate.

I don't know if it's right or wrong to make this decision not to teach my children in the first place, but one thing is certain, and that is that their lives will be much more ordinary. Sometimes Uncle Luo doesn't think it's bad to be bland, but feels that his life is lacking in this blandness. Is it because of this lack that I let the children stop repeating their own path?

He also knew that his eldest son Luo Ying hated himself, the villagers were very real, Luo Ying grew up in the promotion hall since he was a child, and he had a deep affection for him. He also knew that he knew a lot of things, but he never let him learn them. For academics, Uncle Luo does not have too high requirements for his children, because college students at this time are still rare, and he does not think that his children will be admitted to college.

But Luo Ying's heart has some complaints that are inevitable, in the eyes of his two husbands and wives, the work is to be left to his youngest son Gangshan, because he is not only naughty, but also not as stable as Luo Ying. Where is there such a perfect thing in the world, and after working so hard, how much do you really get?

Uncle Luo thought of this, and couldn't help but stand firm, last night's formation made him very angry, he naturally wouldn't talk to others. This is a little responsibility that exists in this world as a teacher. When the old man taught himself, he told himself. If you get something that others can't have, you will inevitably lose something that you want to have.

Now Uncle Luo has deeply felt the meaning of these words. Uncle Luo suddenly thought of me, but I had already returned to the compound, so I naturally didn't know Uncle Luo's mood and thoughts at the moment. I don't know what prompted Uncle Luo to teach me something, but I was right about one thing. Uncle Luo was looking at my grandfather's face and gave me some opportunities.

In Uncle Luo's opinion, if it wasn't for my grandfather's leather paper, he wouldn't have been able to make those runic papers. Not to mention what the current promotion hall looks like, I'm afraid that the original promotion hall will be difficult to clean up. Although those papers were not given by my grandfather at the beginning, without my grandfather's careful collection, where would there be later stories. In addition, Uncle Luo saw the wooden sign I was wearing, and decided to teach me something.

If you want to learn something complicated, you can't just work hard. Uncle Luo has always believed that luck and opportunity are indispensable. Others didn't know the power of this wooden card, but Uncle Luo saw the endless blessings and mana on this wooden card. He believed that it was left by the master and that I was lucky enough to get it, so he didn't mind making it happen.

Although I am very timid, but with the relationship of my grandfather, not to mention that Luo Ying is still my grandmother's godson, Uncle Luo has some choices without hesitation. Thinking that although I was timid, I was still obedient, not only insisted on running to Orchid Bay, but also followed me to touch the corpse, Uncle Luo laughed a little knowingly.

Thinking that he didn't take me to stay on the mountain yesterday, he still has a sense of luck in his heart. Because when I went to subdue that evil spirit last night, it was indeed the biggest danger I had encountered in all these years. Now that I think about it, Uncle Luo is still a little glad in my heart. I still held the bayberry tree on the side of the road with one hand, and I didn't expect that I would also feel exhausted one day.

Suddenly, Uncle Luo's face was a little surprised, but his eyes were looking at Shen Yuanqiao's home on the side of the road. For ordinary people, it doesn't seem to be the slightest bit out of the ordinary. But Uncle Luo is not an ordinary person, as early as when he left the old man, he had already learned to look at the qi. At this time, his eyes looked at the roof of Shen Yuanqiao's house, and his eyes slowly became sharper.

"How can there be a trace of anger gathered?" Uncle Luo was a little talking to himself, this was a normal thing, no matter day or night, this kind of thing is difficult to hide. It's like a drizzle of rain and steaming mist after a sudden heat. He has always known Shen Yuanqiao's personality, and his father is also an honest craftsman.

How could he see such a heavy anger in his house?

But all this in front of him is a fact, Uncle Luo couldn't help but stand up straight, even if his body is weak, Uncle Luo will not allow heresy. His right thumb quickly pointed at his knuckles, figuring out the reason for the anger here.

It was still a very early morning, and although it was already dawning, it was getting a little cooler in the autumn morning. There was no sign of fire in the house, but in Uncle Luo's eyes, he seemed to see a cloud of anger that could not be resolved, and it gathered on the roof of Shen Yuanqiao's house. As more and more calculations were calculated, Uncle Luo's face became more and more pale, and his eyes were actually a little round.

"How is that possible? How is this possible! Uncle Luo's body suddenly seemed to freeze, and he looked back suddenly, but his eyes were looking at the position of the back mountain from afar, because of the obstruction of the loess hills, the back mountain could only be seen halfway. And faintly floating on the hills, there are the stone houses of the Wuqi Cadre School where he went to set up a formation to cast spells last night.

Uncle Luo changed his position again, but he was facing the position of the village committee. As the calculations continued, it seemed that the finger was dissatisfied with all sorts of bizarre numbers. It's a habit that has been formed over the years, and each knuckle represents a direction and a genus. It can even replace the sexagenary branches, and various numbers that need to be calculated.

"Sure enough, something is going to happen! It's really not over! Uncle Luo's voice lowered, as if he was in deep thought, and muttered to himself: "A lonely soul who doesn't care at all, let you go once back then, but I didn't expect to develop a climate?" ”

No one understood what Uncle Luo meant, but his expression was a little scary. I don't know if it's because of his injury last night, or because the seriousness of this incident has exceeded his expectations. It may be both, Uncle Luo's eyes opened this time, his gaze slowly withdrew from the direction of the village committee, and finally slowly moved away from Shen Yuanqiao's house: "The anger is so close, when did this kid get into trouble?" Could it be that he has a connection with that girl? ”

Not to mention that Uncle Luo was pondering here, but he saw Shen Yuanqiao's father Shen Xingmei coming out with a hoe on his back, although the clothes on his body had faded badly, but it could also be seen that this clothes should have been a leading Zhongshan coat.

A peasant in the township, wearing a decent Zhongshan coat, is more funny in the eyes of city people. Uncle Luo would not think so, because he knew the villagers too well, and he had always thought that he was also a farmer.

It is difficult for ordinary old people in the township to have a decent dress, especially an honest person like Shen Xingmei. But he wears this kind of clothes for work, which is still rare for him. Because he himself is an old tailor, but now he is not an old tailor, so he usually does more farm work.

Their old craftsmanship will be missed by many people later, and at this time, it has become a kind of chicken rib thing. Because in addition to some old people in the village, he will occasionally ask him to make a set of clothes for himself, and the rest are dead. Because Shen Xingmei relies on handwork to make clothes for others, and the fabrics are linen cloth and black and white coarse cloth, who would wear this kind of clothing for ordinary young people.

Usually, not only does the old man rarely wear them, but even he himself feels that he is wearing clothes with pockets, and his face is a little face-saving. What's more, now his son Shen Yuanqiao is the youth officer of the village, and he will be the village leader in the future. Shen Xingmei felt that there was light on her face, so naturally she couldn't lose face to her son. So he rarely wears his own sewn clothes, and wears a washed faded tunic all year round.

But his craft is not lost, because there are still people who need it.

Usually, where someone dies, they need to wear a shroud. Older people can prepare themselves first, but young people can't do that. Of course, some paper horse shops also sell it, but families who are a little more particular about it will not go there to buy it. As a result, Shen Xingmei's business can play a role, and the older generation reads that Shen Xingmei has good skills, and ordinary people are willing to call him if they have something at home.

The last time the Fengjiatang guest drank medicine, and then his body was deformed so badly, he called Shen Xingmei to help do it. First, Shen Yuanqiao and Renfeng are the leaders of the younger generation, and secondly, ordinary people have no way to take that swollen body. Of course, Xiaohua and Dahua's father, who died recently, were also cut by Shen Xingmei himself, so sometimes, Shen Xingmei felt that she still had a big role.

When she saw Uncle Luo, Shen Xingmei took the initiative to greet her. Because of Uncle Luo's identity, he usually has a lot of opportunities to go out, but he has introduced a lot of business to himself, and Shen Xingmei is still very grateful.

Uncle Luo didn't have too much politeness, but he was also a little quiet and responded softly. Then he asked quietly, if Shen Yuanqiao was at home. Shen Xingmei thought so much, and casually told that she didn't seem to have gotten up yet. Uncle Luo didn't talk to Shen Xingmei politely anymore, and asked him to go busy and said that he wanted to go back. Shen Xingmei only remembered at this time, why was this Uncle Luo so early, but when she saw that Uncle Luo had already walked to the side of the mountain road, she just left.

"Since you are so ghostly, and your resentment is so big, it seems that the only way to overtake you again is to save yourself and harm people again!" Uncle Luo stood by a few green bamboos, looked at Shen Yuanqiao's house, muttered to himself, then turned around and walked over the mountain, and did not look back at this side.