"Xuanhu, never show up." The master added a sentence next to him.

I secretly patted my thigh: No, this Xuemin is purely a sycophant, and he slapped the horse's hooves. What Xuanhu did when he was young shook the entire Xuanmen, except for a few old acquaintances, Xuanhu never showed up easily.

He doesn't even know this, just blowing nonsense here, can Xuanhu be happy?

"This ......"

The look on Xuemin's face was a little more embarrassed.

After a pause, the master ordered someone to bring tea, poured it for Xuemin in person, and said with a slight apology: "The poor road is powerless, and the manpower of Qingfeng Guan is indeed unable to be transferred. ”

"You say." The master put down the teapot and sat back on the stool: "If I call you a few disciples randomly, won't it pit you?" ”

Seeing that the master had already made up his mind, Xuemin was no longer going around in circles: "Yes, I know you are thinking about me." But, you see, I've come all the way to you, and you can't let me go back in vain. ”

Good guys, this is soft and can't do it, just a moral kidnapping?

The master also looked embarrassed: "Hey, I know it's not easy for you, but if you have other ways, you won't come to me." ”

"yes, I ......"

As soon as Xuemin finished speaking, he bumped into a gleam in the master's eyes, and Xuemin immediately became extremely embarrassed, and denied it repeatedly: "No, no, no, I know that you are really capable." ”

The master smiled and thought for a while: "You have come all the way to visit, I really can't let you go back empty-handed." ”

Seeing that the master was relieved, Xuemin's face was happy: "That poor Dao has thanked the head of Mu Yun first." ”

"No, it's a little early."

The master smiled and raised his hand to me: "Let my apprentice go with you." ”

"Huh?"

Xuemin and I whispered at the same time, and the master gave me a look and motioned for me not to speak.

"This apprentice of mine, I have the true inheritance, and the poor Dao thinks that it is very good for him to go in person."

Xuemin couldn't help but glance at me, his eyes rolling slightly, as if he was thinking about something, probably worried that I wouldn't be able to do it.

"I'm worried about danger."

Xuemin is indeed an old man, and he turned his distrust of me into concern.

"Rest assured, he crawled out of the pile of dead people."

The master glanced at me with a smug smile on his face.

After a pause, the master added: "You came to me from so far away, that is to trust me, and I must show sincerity in Qingfengguan." My apprentice is my greatest sincerity, Xuemin is in charge, shouldn't I dislike it? ”

I almost laughed out loud on the side, you Xuemin will be morally kidnapped, and my master is better than you! If you say no today, you are treating the master's sincerity as garbage.

Do you want it, or don't you?

It's just that I'm more curious is that just now, the master obviously didn't want to get involved in this matter. Why are you in such a hurry to send me out now?

After a long time, Xuemin stood up and arched his hand at me: "Then there will be a nephew." ”

"Okay."

"It's just that I, as his master, need to know what trouble you are encountering."

The master changed his words and asked without hesitation.

Xuemin sighed lightly and told the troublesome story.

In Niangzitun at the foot of Gaoqiu Mountain, there is a family surnamed Sun, and the daughter-in-law of the Li family gave birth to a child with dystocia, and the child was stillborn.

According to local customs, the child is not allowed to be buried, so he touches a handful of black ash on the child's face as a sign of the child's life, and then wraps it in a straw mat and throws it on the mountain.

Since the monument could not be erected, a tree could only be planted in front of the grave, and the tree must have been moved from somewhere else, and once the tree was alive, the matter would be over.

The local medical conditions are limited, and the stillbirth is not an earth-shattering event in the local area, and after it is dealt with, no one takes it seriously.

But on the day of the burial, everything was calm, but the next day, and on every house, there was a black palm print, the size of the mark, which was clearly the palm of a child's hand.

Under the palm print, there is also a crooked word: "I'm back." ”

At this moment, the entire Niangzitun exploded, and the villagers were shocked and frightened.

The baby-sized slap print, coupled with what happened to Lao Li's family, everyone thought of it together, and pointed the finger to Lao Li's family.