Eight years later, a strange coffin shop was opened in the old street of Luoyang City, but it was called Yi Yuanzhai. The boss is a middle-aged man who wears a gray tunics all day long, doesn't like to talk to people very much, and has a little apprentice who is seven or eight years old, and the coffin shop is not only their livelihood business but also the home of their master and apprentice. The neighbors all think that this coffin shop is strange, not only is the coffin shop located in an inconspicuous place in the deepest part of the old street, but it is also possible that the coffin has been spread for so long, and many customers have not sold a single coffin board.

Even if the coffin is not sold, the living standard of the master and apprentice is really not low, and the famous Mingyue Lou in Luoyang City alone has to visit twice a month, which is a place where only gentry and politicians can go, and it is said that a random dish in it is enough for ordinary people to live for half a year.

Although the middle-aged man in the tunic is a little white, but he is still Zhou Zheng's appearance, some idle women on the old street have their own ideas to give the middle-aged people a blind date, every time the middle-aged people cry and laugh to send the kind women out of the door, over time, but have a good relationship with the women on the street.

The owner of this coffin shop is none other than Zhang Qingyang eight years ago, and the eight-year-old apprentice is also the one who took Fei Mo away back then. Back then, Zhang Qingyang took Fei Mo all the way north, wandering around during the period, and it was not until two months ago that he settled down in Luoyang.

Zhang Qingyang had the intention to teach Fei Mo the technique in the past few years, but he didn't expect that the Heaven Covering Array not only covered Fei Mo's life, but also covered Fei Mo's Dao talent. No matter how Zhang Qingyang taught, Fei Mo could never get started, and over time, Zhang Qingyang also calmed down, instead of going against the sky, it was better to go with the sky. As soon as he thought of this, he no longer forced Fei Mo to learn Taoism, but only taught Fei Mo some superficial martial arts for self-defense.

Zhang Qingyang opened this Yiyuanzhai in Luoyang, which was ostensibly a coffin shop business, but in fact, selling coffins was just a pretense. Zhang Qingyang is proficient in plum blossoms and easy to count, and here he mostly makes a living by telling fortunes, and occasionally does some business that breaks the wind and looks at feng shui. In his spare time, he also taught non-silent boxing, literacy and happiness.

On this day, Zhang Qingyang was lying on the rocking chair in the coffin, and Fei Mo was not far away holding a thick book of Analects and reading Zi said: "Learn and learn from time to time, don't you also say?" Outside, a person walked in coldly, Fei Mo was startled, and then snickered in his heart: "Hehe, you don't need to study when you come to business." ”

The man was nearly thirty years old, with a cold and handsome face but full of tiredness, it was Song Wuyan.

Song Wuyan looked at Zhang Qingyang lying on the rocking chair several times and wanted to speak, but couldn't help but didn't speak.

Fei Mo was familiar with the road and wanted to pour water for Song Wuyan, Zhang Qingyang said lightly: "Don't do business today, send off guests." Fei Mo looked at his master, and had no choice but to send Song Wuyan away.

Song Wuyan looked at Fei Mo, smiled awkwardly, took out a copper coin from his body and handed it to Fei Mo: "You are a junior brother, there is nothing good when you meet for the first time, this is for you." ”

Neither tacit nor non-answering, Song Wuyan's hand was also raised awkwardly.

"Things are good things, Tiancheng ingots are hard to find now, take them." Zhang Qingyang opened his eyes, looked at them, and closed them.

"What are you looking for me?" asked Zhang Qingyang after half a sound.

"The drought is here. Song Wuyan gritted his teeth, his face full of fear.

Zhang Qingyang stood up from the rocking chair violently: "Are you sure?"

"Three days ago, Miao Village in Xiangxi imprisoned the living, and the Guantian Bureau sent people to investigate, and the action team of twenty people was all first-class and first-class good hands, and the final news was only six words, suspected to be a drought in the world. ”

Song Wuyan paused and asked, "I hope that Master can set up a formation to subdue the drought and benefit one party." ”

Zhang Qingyang snorted coldly: "In eight years, you are more like a politician than a Jianghu person, you talk so much, whether it is to benefit one party or pave the way for your future, you know it in your heart." ”

Song Wuyan's mind was debunked and he was not annoyed: "Of course, removing the drought is a great credit, and I can apply to the Heaven Viewing Bureau for a commendation for you." ”

Zhang Qingyang smiled coldly: "If I say that I want to watch the golden order of the Heavenly Bureau, can you call the shots?"

Song Wuyan thought about it for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Yes." ”

Zhang Qingyang lay back on the rocking chair and closed his eyes: "Then wait for your good news." ”

Song Wuyan turned around and left. Fei Mo watched Song Wuyan's back disappear around the corner curiously, and then carefully looked at the copper coin in his hand, it seemed that there was nothing special about it, but it was a little warm in his palm.

Zhang Qingyang's cold voice came out of place: "Don't hurry up and study, don't you want to meet a good friend." ”

Fei was silently filled with black lines, and obediently picked up the Analects and read it. Zhang Qingyang couldn't help but think of the incident a few years ago when he was put in a mass grave in order to train his courage for Fei Mo, telling him that his good friend was waiting for him there and scared him to pee his pants, and he couldn't help laughing on his face anymore. Fei Mo also knew that the master remembered his own troubles, and read it aloud, but he was secretly thinking in his heart: "Look at you when you are old in the future, I won't leave you in the mass grave to see your good friends." Thinking secretly in my heart, my face bloomed with joy.

Zhang Qingyang didn't know when he was standing behind him and said coldly: "Are you arranging Master in your heart, punish you for copying the Tao Te Ching fifty times, when will you finish copying it, when will you go to Mingyue Tower to eat, that braised elbow is so fragrant" Saying, Zhang Qingyang smacked his lips and walked out of the door, obviously in the direction of Mingyue Tower.

"Master, wait for me. Fei Mo threw the Analects on the table and chased after him, he had been hungry for Mingyuelou's elbow for a few days, and who would care about his Tao Te Ching if he had elbows to eat.

Zhang Qingyang's master and apprentice were quietly eating braised elbows in the corner of Mingyue Tower, and several businessmen chatted at the table not far away.

"I heard that there is a drought in Xiangxi, you have to be careful, don't be bitten by a drought in the middle of the night, there is no emperor to let you serve now. A fat white businessman teased.

"You're just going to be a eunuch, I tell you, I don't want to go to Xiangxi again in my life. The thin merchant surnamed Ma scolded angrily.

"What's strange do you mean?" said the surrounding merchants.

The merchant surnamed Ma grinned and said, "Why am I a little thirsty?" The fat merchant came and hurriedly poured him a cup of tea.

The man surnamed Ma took a sip and cleared his throat, "Ahem, why is my addiction to smoking coming up again?" The white fat merchant handed over a cigarette.

The surnamed Ma took the cigarette and glanced at it: "Hey, Hademen, not bad." The fat merchant lit him a cigarette like a second grandson.

The greedy man surnamed Ma took a big puff and spit out the cigarette for a long time.

"How to say this, everyone knows that I am a tea seller, and I go to Xiangxi by water, and in some places the boat can not pass and can only be carried by horses, and in some places it is really difficult to walk, so I can only walk on people's backs. The man surnamed Ma took another puff of cigarette, and the businessmen around him echoed that it was not easy to do business now.

The man surnamed Ma spit out a cigarette and continued: "Everyone in Xiangxi knows that it is a place for seedlings, and if you want to pass safely, you must find a familiar guide, preferably a local, who knows the local taboos." I know a good leader in Xiangxi, his name is Adong. Ah Dong is an honest Miao man who can speak Chinese, and he has walked us through a few times before to be able to trust. I've walked out safely a few times before, but this time. The man surnamed Ma paused, his face full of fear.

Swallowing the wine on the table, the surnamed Ma continued in a trembling voice: "It suddenly rained heavily in the clear sky that day, although our tea bags were tight enough not to be afraid of rain penetrating inside, but in such a heavy rain, people can't find a foothold and are easy to get sick, and it's not a good thing to get sick here." So I asked Ah Dong if there was a place to stay temporarily, and Ah Dong hesitated and said yes, but it was a Shengmiao village that didn't deal with the Han people very much. There was a person named Lao Lai in our company, who was a bastard who didn't care about anything, and said with a lewd smile full of yellow teeth: "What's wrong with Shengmiao, the woman who is Shengmiao is cool enough, that chest and that ass, hehe." Ah Dong looked at him in disgust and didn't speak.

I thought about it and asked Ah Dong to stay for one night and leave tomorrow, and we used salt as room money. Ah Dong thought about it for a long time and took us for a few miles to a quaint Miao village, which was built against a cliff and didn't know how long it had existed in the wind and rain. Ah Dong went in first to negotiate for a long time before signaling us to go in, and the Miao people who led the way arranged us in an empty stilted building and left. After eating, Ah Dong told us to go to bed early.

Due to the tiredness of the day, I quickly fell asleep, and when I got up in the middle of the night, I found that Adong was gone, and at the same time, there was Lao Lai, and I thought they were also going to the convenience and didn't care. I don't know when the heavy rain has stopped, the moon in the sky is full, and the whole Miao village is illuminated, and I see a faint fire in the center of the Miao village.

I was a little curious and couldn't help but go there, and I saw the seedlings of Miao Village kneeling around a big round platform from a distance, I didn't get close to smell the heavy smell of blood, I didn't get close to see a person walking on the round platform, and I looked at that person was clearly Lao Lai, I was about to go over and ask him how to make these seedlings kneel down to him, he suddenly pulled out a dagger and plunged it into the heart and pulled it out, blood shot out and sprinkled on the round platform, Lao Lai seemed to see me, smiled coldly at me, like a demon in hell. I ran out of the Miao village like crazy, maybe the seedlings in the whole village were there, and I ran out.

The surnamed Ma was already trembling in a cold sweat when he said this, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all, his eyes were red like dripping blood: "I'm not a person, I ran out alone, none of the guys who traveled with me came out, there was my own brother inside, they must have been killed by those seedlings." As he spoke, the man surnamed Ma finally couldn't hold on and cried loudly.

The people around him didn't know how to comfort him and let him vent.

"Do you want revenge?"