When Lin Xuanchen heard this, he suddenly realized that he had finally broken the heart of the old lady and the elders who loved him the most.

The water spilled by the daughter who got married, in this wild era, if Guihai marries, it is either life or death!

If she marries Zhao Yuheng, she will really be able to provide for the old lady to the end, but ......

"Old lady, it's better to be like this, Xuan'er has the courage to live with you in the days before going out, right? Don't go back to Xiaoxiang Pavilion!" Lin Xuanchen could only say with tears in his eyes, saying such a solution that was not a solution.

"No!" The old lady suddenly thought of something, and stood up with Lin Xuanchen in her arms: "Lin Caiyi, the mourning family knows that the rules of the literati in your Gusu City are different from the rules in the Jianghu court!"

"It's not a big deal. Lin Caiyi immediately understood what the old lady meant: "Xuan'er has a grandson, according to the rules of the Lin family, you can justifiably carry your grandson in and out of the Chongwang Mansion, and even Yinchen can follow in." That's what the old lady can think?"

"Yes! Although Xuan'er is married, her child still has the blood of Chongwang's Mansion! They live in Pershing again, and they are close, so why can't they see each other every day?

"Auntie, you just go and tell Brother Yinchen, right? Brother Yinchen may not respect his elders, he is so good......"

"I'll go back and tell him. Lin Caiyi gently put the things in his hand on a square table of Wanshou Nanshan Putuo hornbeam, and finally bowed to the old lady Ying Ying in a very respectful posture. "The matter is done, junior Lin Caiyi, farewell!"

She finally let go of the unpleasantness she had with the old lady.

【Chungmu Marquis Mansion under construction】

"Filial piety, heaven and earth, you should have agreed to come down instead of me at that time. After listening to Lin Caiyi's report, Yinchen paced back and forth in the wing room full of handsaw sounds: "It's okay now, it's the wedding banquet in the afternoon, do I have anything to prepare?"

"Young master, don't worry about it, everything can be arranged for you in the slave family. Li Mengshi came back from outside at this time: "Young master, the ghost senior may be back tomorrow, but-"

"It's just right to come back, I still have to discuss with him about the integration of the three divine skills!" Yinchen's tone was a little excited, more like a sigh of relief: "Those little Loli are waiting for my divine skills!"

Li Mengshi heard Yinchen's slightly proud words, smiled shyly, paused, and said: "Young master, the ghost seniors said that the son of Sakura Shixuan has already worshiped under his door, and I also ask the young master to show it." ”

"What are the instructions...... Sakura Gongzi likes his old man, so let him go, I trust the vision and means of the ghost old-timers, not to mention that I've seen Sakura Shixuan, and it's also a good person. Yinchen lowered his chin silently and said softly: "The only problem is the emotional problem of Sakura Gongzi, that, let him solve it himself!"

After Yinchen finished speaking, he gently pulled the chair and sat down comfortably: "Li Mengshi, close the door, cloth the soundproof barrier, I want to study something, and when it's time for dinner, you come over to help me prepare." As he spoke, a blue crystal ball appeared in his silver-colored palm.

That crystal ball once gathered the glory of the entire octopus clan.

"Yes!" Li Mengshi finished speaking, and quietly retreated.

Silver Dust stared at the crystal ball, revealing a quiet and gentle smile: "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, how many expectations can you carry me?" He said, a brilliant and heavy pressure erupted in the surrounding space, "Demon Crying Slash Fist", "Blood Splitting Demon Emperor Absolute Style", "Introduction to Quantum Magic", "Chiyou Martial Arts", "Soul Condensation", "Soul Killing" and all the inheritances that Silver Dust carried in this life, at this moment, always resonated after the void.

The sky above the side house suddenly darkened, not the black clouds rolling, but the stars turning day and night.

【Wind Source Continent Neutral City-State, Blood Yang City】

What kind of industrial civilization is the most inconfrontable horror for an agrarian civilization?

It is not the age of great exploration with strong ships and sharp guns, nor is it the era of great empires that enslave the world, nor is it the era of great colonization that divides up the world and vainly formulates the rules of survival for all mankind, but an era of great construction that seriously builds itself after completing the bloody primitive accumulation.

In the city of Blood Yang on the banks of the Black Blood River, in the months before the Northern Iron Cavalry captured the city gate, a large number of capitalist germs, ship numbers, dart boards, dock operators, these primitive companies that should have appeared in the Age of Discovery, in this commercial town where the starting point of inland waterway shipping intersects with the throat of north-south land transportation, has blossomed everywhere. If there is no rage of the Nalan family, maybe this year or next year, the city will spontaneously embark on a new path of development, and the ghost slashing and others will unknowingly, from the big landlord to the first batch of big capitalists, after that, the city will inevitably usher in the first round of foreign expansion and conquest, after all, the primitive accumulation of capital has always been accompanied by bloody rain. The tyrannical rule and massacre of the slaves in Jianzhou almost destroyed these sprouts.

However, at this time, the city did not declare war on any of the forces, nor did the so-called enclosure movement break out, and the wealth that Silver Dust obtained from the Red Blood Secret Realm completed the primitive accumulation in place of the city itself, after all, the cruelty in the Red Blood Secret Realm is no less than any colonial war, and the original accumulation of capital is bloody This sentence is still fulfilled like a spell. Now, as fate would have it, he sold his last piece of land except for the ancestral tomb, because he no longer had any energy to take care of that meager income, and now, he runs a money bank, runs this dart game, and manages the traffic and sewers of the entire city, and even sometimes has to personally punish those who are cheated and abducted, and at the same time, he no longer has any time to think about farming.

Most of the members of the suzerain's association who were with him were also like this, and some even simply gave the land to the refugees to plant, and for the refugees who were displaced along the way and almost starved to death on the side of the road, the rewarded land was the whole of their lives, so none of them dared to relax in the busy farming season in July, and they all worked hard to farm, and indirectly ensured the supply of grain and grass, after all, even such a thing as farming was included in the scientific management system of the Kanonial civilization through the operation of the ghost slayer and others。

Today's Blood Sun City, completely different from Pershing, is a truly quasi-modern city. Due to the widespread application of treasure weapons, the whole city even appeared in the period of advanced industrial civilization of fully automated facilities, including automatic water, steamed buns, potato chips selling display cabinets, and completely driven by the power of wind attributes, urban postal sorting system and express delivery automatic delivery system in important locations, not to mention simple things such as street lamps and elevator fountains. The abundance of the city is vividly manifested in the flood of high-grade treasures, and the blood sun city is the first city in the world to achieve complete coverage of wired telephone lines, and it is also the first city in the world to have the mechanical power of the wind source (based on the principle of gyroscope two-wheeled "new energy vehicles"), and will even become the first city on the wind source continent with underground railway facilities.

"It's really in response to that sentence, it's easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it's difficult to go from luxury to thrift!" Wearing a dark green embroidered robe, wrapped in a turban, dressed like a rich peasant in the Northern Song Dynasty, while sighing, he walked out of the automatic revolving door shaped like the door of a five-star hotel in the new century, facing the bustling and colorful street under the sun, his ancient costume and the outer frame of the brass plated glass revolving door above his head shined brightly in the sunlight at the same time, silently reflecting a hedging picture of ancient culture and modern civilization. Such pictures abound in the city, with people in shiny fiber-optic robes, buses like big boxes, and cloud cars that can be balanced by two wheels, one in front and one in the back. The once deserted streets are now barely visible of blood-red masonry, and as far as the eye can see, they are just shoulder to shoulder. This kind of prosperity, in contrast to the cold and sad at the end of the first month, is really impressive.

Cars have lanes, people have roads, and the official roads in Blood Yang City don't seem to be wide enough now, so the places where you can drive the sky car are separated from the streets that can only walk people, and only use the high-grade wind source treasures "Empty Cicada" that can transmit people and things to link up, these high-grade treasures are placed in the pavilions on the side of the street, paid to use, and the wealthy forces in the Blood Yang City have also arranged this kind of "Empty Cicada" in their own yards.

Between the empty cicadas, there is a connection to the invisible and intangible "Wind Spirit Dao", and people and goods come and go, arriving instantly, and the efficiency has been invisibly improved many times. This kind of network covering the competent Wind Spirit Dao is the most proud work of the life of the ghost slayer.

At this time, he felt that he was happier than the emperor of Pershing Chengli, although at this time, he had basically lost the supreme ruling power of the city, and that authority had fallen into the hands of Yin Shanluan, the head of the world.

The ghost slasher rolled up his sleeves, revealing a huge golden watch on his wrist, which was half smaller than the pocket watch handed down from the West, and it still looked very huge on his hand, the golden watch emitted a dazzling yellow light in the sun, and it also declared that this ghost slashing "dazzling" local tyrant style, this old man who had been lucky enough to pick up a life from the most cruel battlefield in the world when he was young, and the old soldier who had been wronged and hidden in the blood sun city for half a century, could finally be a tyrant in his old age, and it had to be said to be a kind of happiness.

"Two minutes to go. He glanced at the reading on his wrist, and the wind blew in the dazzling sunlight, parting the crowd, the two five-year-olds who were having a good time, and threw themselves behind another revolving door in a festive heat. The plaque on the door is the "clan meeting".

He walked up the stairs, and although his current status allowed him to enter the elevator casually, he didn't. After tasting the freshness of the elevator, the old man returned to his previous habit of taking the stairs, because he felt that every time he walked the stairs, he would recall all kinds of climbing the city wall with his comrades, which was his habit, his instinct, and a symbol of his survival.

He went up to the top floor and saw that the "Juyi Hall" was empty, so he smiled, remembering that just a few months ago, this place was still united and full of people, but now, this place is deserted, only the tables and chairs are still bright as new, and they are often wiped by subordinates. Juyi Hall, that is the place where an emergency meeting is held, is the place where the life and death of Blood Yang City is decided, and now, I don't know how many people in Blood Yang City decide the life and death of others.

Wealthy, safe, and prosperous, this is now the Blood Yang City, in fact, when the iron box called "Rocket Artillery" was erected on the city wall, the Demon Slayer knew that the Blood Yang City really ushered in the light.

He walked through the hall to a door in the northeast corner and knocked lightly. "Master Yin, the old decay and ghost slayer are here to see you. “

"Come in. The middle-aged man's very gentle voice came from inside, and the door opened automatically.

Ghost Slayer walked in and saw many people inside, in addition to Master Yin's family, there was also a little fat man in armor and an acquaintance.

Ghost Slayer Lie has seen Lu Qingyun, at Lu Feilong's family banquet that year, this young man was deeply impressed by Ghost Slayer, upright, but not pedantic and difficult to communicate, he is very principled, let Ghost Kill Lie think of himself back then, and it is precisely because of this that he left a painting treasure to this young man in person: "Don't forget your original intention, you have to always." This matter is said to have made Lu Feilong brag for months.

Now, they actually met on such an occasion, the former little ghost head, now has grown into a swordsman in his own right, although he is still very young, he is already the idol of the young people in the city, and he is also the sword master of many clan teenagers. And he himself has changed from a local landlord to a "commissioner" who takes on the responsibility of life and death for a city and a pond. Two people, one old and one young, are in the same event, because the same person, both turned into dragons, this is chance, and it is also the mutual fulfillment of [grace and righteousness].

The moment he understood this person, Ghost Slayer was still a little hesitant, but when he thought of this little ghost's experience in Blood Yang City, he didn't hesitate at all. "Blood relatives?between the little ghost of the Lu family and that bastard, there should be only hatred, when the Lu family and his wife were forced to die...... Alas, if the old man knew that there was today, he should have sent someone to destroy the Lu family at that time!" The ghost slayer thought hatefully, and immediately stopped hesitating, and said goodbye to Yin Shanluan: