Zhao Shankun was very bored. He thought that it would be a very interesting thing to follow Huzi to Dagu Mountain, but he didn't expect it to be so boring.

He didn't know the monk Wufu, and the monk broke into the mountain gate before he entered the ghost house, but he had heard other people from the ghost family mention it, and he didn't say much detail in a few words. He didn't have much interest in this person, he only knew that he was dead, so he didn't ask again, so he didn't know much about it.

Hearing that a person came back from the dead, Zhao Shankun became interested. Thirteen years old, the most active and disobedient age and can't recognize his own ability, with such a lively, naturally I want to get together. The soft grinding and hard bubble made his senior brother agree and took him to Dagu Mountain together. didn't come up with any three chapters of the law, Huzi only had one requirement for Zhao Shankun, he had to be obedient if he went together, and let him do whatever he wanted.

After the group of three came to the vicinity of Dagu Mountain, they did not go directly into the village. According to Chou'er, the innocent monk was raised at home by the landlord here. Dagushan Village is mostly farming, this village has a large population, but the villagers are familiar with each other, although it is not common to see the landlord, but the landlord's house is not far from the village. If they really killed the monk Wuxuan, then a few of them who came to the village for no reason are the most suspicious.

It's not that they're afraid of these villagers, but they don't want to get into more trouble. So the group of three settled down in an inn in the nearby Gujiazi Town. Although this is only a small town, there are many pedestrians who have borrowed the road since then, a half-grown child, a crazy woman and a child, although it is strange to walk together, but no one will ask much. I can't even think of what the death of a monk in the big lonely mountain village twenty miles away will have to do with them.

The three of them discussed, spent the night first, and went to Dagushan Village to investigate at dawn the next day. Zhao Shankun was eager to try, and he couldn't wait for the night to pass in the blink of an eye.

But Huzi's words made him wilt: "Ming'er will go out with Chou'er early in the morning, you will stay at the inn honestly, and you are not allowed to leave anywhere." ”

Zhao Shankun was naturally unwilling, and finally came out for a trip, what kind of statement was it that he couldn't catch up with any fun? He came for the excitement, but the excitement had nothing to do with him. wanted to argue with Huzi, but he was indeed suppressed by Huzi. After all, the agreement before leaving was there, and he had to listen to Huzi for everything this trip.

Now Zhao Shankun can understand why his master is afraid of his uncle. It's not about etiquette and filial piety or anything like that, it's about the age gap. Mr. Peng is five years older than Li Lintang, and Huzi is four years older than Zhao Shankun. It doesn't look like much, but it can't stand that they grew up together since childhood. When Li Lintang was ten years old, Mr. Peng was fifteen years old, Zhao Shankun was thirteen years old this year, and Huzi was seventeen years old. No matter how good kung fu you practice, the child's body has not grown, and it is useless for adults.

So although he was very dissatisfied with Huzi's arrangement, in order to avoid the pain of flesh and skin, Zhao Shankun still agreed angrily - at least in front of Huzi.

Huzi was a scourge when he was a child, and he was beaten by Mr. Peng a lot. Zhao Shankun is good in the rich and noble family, but he is used to being held in the palm of his hand, and his stubbornness is actually comparable to Huzi. Otherwise, when he was ten years old, he would be able to play with Huzi and Xiao Jiu.

When he goes out, even if he can't follow behind Huzi and Chou'er, and go to find the unruly monk who has come back from the dead, at least he has to have fun in the town, otherwise he will feel sorry for himself. Although Huzi said that he was not allowed to stay at the inn, Zhao Shankun didn't want to hear it at all, and Huzi himself didn't have any hope for this matter.

Just as Huzi thought, not long after Huzi and Chou'er went out, Zhao Shankun was also ready to go out for a walk. Anyway, there are still some scattered silver on the body, so you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, and it's not good to play something.

But before Zhao Shankun left the inn, he decided not to leave. If nothing else, just for these new guests in the inn.

At that time, Zhao Shankun pushed open the door, leaned on the railing of the corridor, and looked downstairs, unable to take his eyes off. The people who walked into the inn were all carrying guns, wearing large-brimmed hats, blue Western-style military uniforms, and wearing military boots on their feet that were the same as the boots of the number coat - these were several new officers and soldiers. The one who started was known to Zhao Shankun, his name was Na Rong, he was the battalion officer of the unit where Song Xiongfang was in when he served, that is, Song Xiongfang's top boss, and he was the one who sold all the officers and soldiers of Song Xiongfang's outpost and escaped from the battle.

As soon as he saw Narong, Zhao Shankun felt that the anger in his heart was "soaring". He knew that it wasn't his own anger, it was Song Xiongfang who was furious. Song Xiongfang is a ghost who was "engraved" on his body, strictly speaking, these two people are already two sides and do not distinguish each other. Song Xiongfang's life and death enmity, then Zhao Shankun will not share the sky with him!

Of course, if you have to talk about a priority, it must be Zhao Shankun, who is the original owner of this body. If he had seen Na Rong before, Zhao Shankun would definitely not be able to control Song Xiongfang, who was not very sane, so he asked him to take over and rush towards Na Rong recklessly.

Fortunately, after the Lantern Festival of the Shangyuan Festival, Li Lintang realized that Zhao Shankun's foundation was really insufficient, so he taught him to lay a solid foundation and learn to control the ghosts possessed by the carved body, instead of doing something, the physical body was controlled by the engraved ghosts.

Zhao Shankun took two deep breaths, pressed Song Xiongfang's anger down slightly, gritted his teeth and returned to the house, lying on the crack of the door and listening to the movement outside.

He really wanted to kill Na Rong, he really wanted to kill Na Rong, and he couldn't wait to cut Na Rong with a thousand knives to relieve his hatred. But he didn't dare to be too impulsive, the one downstairs was not alone, but eight or nine. He rushed up and slashed Na Rong with a knife, and then he had to have someone shoot off the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

You can only outwit, not attack. He is only thirteen years old this year, and when he was ignorant, he said that as long as he could take revenge, he would die like a bastard, but after he really took revenge, he realized how stupid he and Huzi were when they rushed into the Zhao family's mansion to assassinate Andre. Staying in Qingshan is not afraid of no firewood, that kind of scum is not worth exchanging his life for a life.

What's more, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he is not in a hurry, anyway, the days are still long, and without complete certainty, Zhao Shankun still doesn't dare to act rashly.

He listened to the movement outside, wondering why these people had come here, whether they were here to have a meal or to stay. If it's troublesome to eat, turn around and leave, he's going with someone, and he's going to die. If he lives in the hotel, as the commander of the new army, he will definitely live in a room by himself, and he may be given a chance to take advantage of it when the time comes.

Thinking so, Zhao Shankun listened behind the door for two quarters of an hour, but because it was too chaotic outside in the morning, he didn't hear any numbers, so he had to give up in the end. Thinking about this and not knowing himself, he can go out and take a look.

So Zhao Shankun pushed the door again, but found that around the tea table on the first floor, there were not those new soldiers, let alone Na Rong!

What should I do? Zhao Shankun let out a long sigh, and Song Xiongfang was even more angry, constantly tossing in Zhao Shankun's body.

"Stop!" Zhao Shankun scolded, "If we make trouble again, we will both die." ”

Song Xiongfang was confused, and he didn't pay attention to Zhao Shankun's warning at all, but tossed even more. Zhao Shankun really felt helpless in the face of Song Xiongfang, who was getting worse, and finally had to run the exercises and forcibly imprison Song Xiongfang temporarily on the tattoo on his back, so that he could be considered at peace.

That's it? No way! Zhao Shankun gritted his teeth, he had a plan, he thought about it downstairs and shouted: "Man, that little bit of snacks, tea and scripts will relieve my boredom." ”

I didn't see anyone, and I don't know which one of the second children downstairs said: "Gotcha." Sir, wait a minute, I'll send you upstairs right away. ”

After a while, a young man went upstairs with tea and snacks, pushed open Zhao Shankun's door and asked, "Master, is it the dim sum and tea you want?" ”

Zhao Shankun sat at the table, nodded, and said, "It's me, put it down." ”

The young man put down his things, said goodbye and turned around to leave, but was pulled by Zhao Shankun: "Hey! Don't be too busy walking, sit down and talk to me for a while. ”

The appearance of the younger twenty-five or six is not a few years older than Zhao Shankun. Hearing Zhao Shankun shouting at him, he was stunned, and wanted to shake off Zhao Shankun's hand, but found that it was not as strong as Zhao Shankun. He didn't dare to make any more efforts, and it would be difficult to explain if he hurt the guest. So the little second said with a bitter face: "Master, it's not suitable for you to do this." Isn't this a scriptbook to relieve your boredom? I still have no work to do, and if you're like this, the shopkeeper should scold me when he turns around. ”

Zhao Shankun let go of his hand, took out a few big coins, and slapped them on the table: "Your shopkeeper wants to scold you, let him come to me, I will spend money to hire you to accompany me." ”

The little second scratched his head, and finally sat opposite Zhao Shankun, and took the big money on the table into his arms: "Master, what do you want to talk about?" ”

Zhao Shankun laughed: "Ha, there's nothing to do, I'll ask you about something." Do those officials live here? ”

Xiao Er was taken aback, didn't dare to answer, and asked instead, "Master, why are you asking about this?" ”

"Are you going to assassinate the imperial court?" Zhao Shankun smiled even more happily, "I'm just a child, what can I do...... I'll just ...... My family was a soldier, and I was curious. ”

Xiao Er looked at Zhao Shankun for a while, and then looked suddenly enlightened: "Master, you sneaked out of the house?" ”

"Where do you get so many words, what do you say!" Zhao Shankun slapped the table, a little impatient, "Let me ask you again, what did those military masters do?" Stayed here? ”

Xiao Er didn't think about it this time: "If you go back to the master, these military masters do live in this store." ”

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