Uncle Nine picked up a copper coin, looked at the brand-new money, and asked suspiciously: "Huang Chao, weren't you deceived by antique dealers?" The appearance of this money is like new! How could it be so well preserved? Especially these Kaiyuan Tongbao, they have not been manpowered. ”

Huang Chao thought in his heart: "Of course, this is a souvenir from my collection, and this batch of Kaiyuan Tongbao will be sent to the palace after it is cast." He had no intention of lying to Uncle Jiu, and suggested bluntly: "Although it looks new, whether it can be used or not, we will only know if we try it." Uncle Nine, I have already told my father that he will bring some antiquities from home, and these coins are still for you to use. ”

"Okay, I'll teach you how to make a copper coin sword." Uncle Nine explained the main points while doing it, Huang Chao imitated it synchronously, the movements were not bad at all, there were no omissions, and the two were almost done at the same time. Uncle Nine looked at the neat sword made by Huang Chao, his eyes under his eyebrows were round, he took a breath, and said with a smile: "Ha, ha, ha." "There's really not much to say. Why compare it with this kind of genius, isn't it self-inflicted?

He taught Huang Chao to open the light for the copper coin sword, and under the movement of the gossip mirror, the money sword emitted a brilliant golden light, and the thick yang energy and clan fortune flashed in it, and it had the terrifying power to kill all evil. This momentum is several times stronger than Uncle Jiu's own money sword, and it also has an extra kind of Chinese orthodox momentum. As the so-called "frost and dew are even, sterile and heterogeneous, Ji Han old state, no hybrids", it is more dignified and powerful than the money sword of the Tartar before Uncle Jiu. The expulsion of the Tartars is not Huang Chao's own narrow-minded opinion, but it is the words of Sun (Harmony) Wen, the father of the country.

The Zhou Dynasty and the Han Dynasty were not only one nation, all those who integrated into China were their own people, and those who ruled and killed China as aliens were aliens and mongrels.

Among the Five Emperors Money Sword, the light of Kaiyuan Tongbao far surpasses the others, like pearls, embellished in the bright light band, which is dazzling and moving. Uncle Nine was amazed: "Why are these Kaiyuan Tongbao so miraculous?" Not only is the quality brand new, but the power contained far exceeds the others, with this as the foundation, the power of the whole money sword has increased by fifty percent! Tang Taizong Li Shimin is really worthy of a generation of Ming Jun! ”

Huang Chao listened to it and was quite complacent.

As soon as Master Huang talked to a group of people about business, he asked Huang Chaogong to send him home, and when he came back in the evening, he took two men and pushed a small cart of things into the gate of Jiushu Yizhuang. The cart was full of two bags of glutinous rice, two hundred catties, and six or seven big roosters were tied, a Chinese pastoral dog with black fur, and other cotton threads, red ropes, yellow paper, and cinnabar were picked up and bought a bunch of the best.

Qiusheng and Wencai said happily: "Uncle Huang, you are so good! So much to eat, when will we finish eating! ”

The corners of Master Huang's mouth twitched: "Heh, heh, you're welcome." He looked at Uncle Nine with a sympathetic look, and Uncle Nine was furious and rewarded each of them with a slap: "Eat, eat, eat!" Just know how to eat! This is something used to ward off evil spirits and ward off evil spirits! Why don't you move in for me. ”

Master Huang was the east, and invited Uncle Jiu and his apprentices to have a big meal in the restaurant in the town, everyone was full of wine and food, and the guests and hosts were happy. Wencai and Qiusheng also got a small gift, and everyone was happy.

That night, the Yizhuang Mourning Hall was brightly lit.

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and incense is the most taboo of two short and one long, but it is burned like this." Uncle Nine looked solemnly at the incense head in his hand, walking around the hall, and not far away, there was an offering table and the coffin of Old Lady Ren.

Uncle Nine asked the apprentice to prepare the paper, pen, ink and sword, kill the chicken and take the blood, mix the glutinous rice and ink, inject mana into the gossip mirror, and pour the mixed liquid into the cotton wire box to make an ink fountain. Huang Chao watched quietly from the side, mentally perceiving the flow of Ninth Uncle's mana, which was not too strange, but as the entire ceremony progressed, the ink in the ink fountain was filled with a kind of yang power. It is in stark contrast to the corpse of Ren Wei in the coffin.

Interesting changes in strength, Huang Chao showed a clear smile, really have mana, only to understand this kind of highly mysterious world, the difficulty of obtaining the seed of returning to the void has become very low, and people with mediocre qualifications may also step into the return to the void and achieve all kinds of magical effects. Beyond the laws of the previous world, both the real and the unreal lose their inherent meaning in such a world, and this is the main meaning of returning to the virtual.

"I don't know how much glutinous rice and chicken I eat, but such things can restrain zombies incomparably, and I am drunk when I think about it. Fortunately, zombies are not afraid of cooked glutinous rice, otherwise this picture will be full of the fragrance of zongzi. Ay? Zombies are also called big zongzi, is there anything to do with this......"

Huang Chao thought about it without a match, and on the other side, Uncle Nine explained the origin of zombies, and asked Wencai and Qiusheng to play ink fountains on the coffin. Wen Cai snorted: "Why doesn't Senior Brother Huang play it?" ”

Uncle Nine glared at him, and Qiu Sheng said, "Senior Brother Huang has just started, how can he play the ink fountain?" When the two of them thought that Huang Chao didn't know this kind of basic operation, they were very proud, and their movements became light and smooth, so they must pursue the beauty of this.

"Huang Chao pack up your things, you two play ink fountains well!" Uncle Nine commanded, and glanced at Huang Chao again. Huang Chao has learned almost all the common sense of Uncle Jiu's "rituals", how can he not be able to play the ink fountain? But at this time, Huang Chao didn't ask to play, Uncle Jiu has been erecting Huang Chao's typical in front of Wen Cai and the others, but at this time, he chose to forget, and Huang Chao did things more appropriately......

Old lady Ren's coffin was in this kind of "silent is better than sound", and was played with ink by Wencai and Qiusheng. Later, the two of them made jokes, chased and fought and left the mourning hall, but they ignored the fact that "the whole coffin was bounced", and the base of the coffin was not bounced.

Uncle Nine had no intention of coming over to inspect the work. Tonight's work ended in the fight between Wencai and Qiusheng, Qiusheng chased Wencai with a broom, Wencai squatted at the door, and it happened that Uncle Nine turned out from behind the door, and Qiusheng hit Uncle Jiu on the head with a broom.

"Wow, hit the master? Yes? Ouch, my ......" Uncle Nine covered the top of his head and waved the broom lever in his hand with a snort, "Ouch! ”

Huang Chao wanted to be happy watching it from the side, Qiusheng was really ruthless, and he broke the broom head just now. He waited for Uncle Nine to straighten up before he stepped forward and said, "Master, Qiusheng is out......"

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was cold, and a miserable white mist rose inexplicably in the forest. An eerie melody faintly with a child's voice came, and in the deepest part of the woods, suddenly a small palanquin appeared, and four small men with stiff smiles carried the palanquin, each with the same smile on their faces, exactly the same as the paper figures burned at the funeral......

In the sedan chair sat a woman in a red wedding dress, she gently touched her hair sideways, with a shy smile on her face, if you don't look at the bleak and strange scene around her, she really looks like a woman who is going on a date with her lover.

However, the next moment, the sedan chair suddenly stopped, and the stiff smile of the paper man disappeared, and he looked ahead with fierce eyes. The gentle woman in the sedan chair showed a good-looking puzzled look, opened the curtain, and saw a young Taoist priest in an apricot yellow robe, sitting on a branch in front of her.

The night wind blew, and his Taoist robe rose with the wind, stretching behind him like a wave.

"Little Jade Girl? Luckily. ”