Life was completely calm again.

There is no sound of wooden fish, no bell chime.

Slaughtering livestock and eating meat is the reward of the four-eyed master, and the right to repay the favor.

And when Meng Fan goes out to fight tooth sacrifices, he will bring back some meat to replenish oil and water for him.

Two days later, one evening.

Thunder.

A peachwood sword with peak yang energy floated in the air, absorbing the power of thunder from all directions, although its power was not as powerful as a magic weapon forged from the best lightning strike wood, it was not far behind.

After all, the makers have made a lot of efforts in the acquired aspect: sealing and triggering the thunder in the earthquake position......

"The sword is born to drink blood, nephew, you were born with this magic weapon for?"

"Slay the evil spirit."

"Royal zombies? It seems that you are expected that there will be an accident, don't worry, I said before, I will escort you out of Xiangxi safely. ”

The dark clouds overhead dissipated.

Meng Fan carried the magic sword on his back and walked towards the residence with four eyes, and the two of them had solemn expressions.

It has been said since ancient times that the higher a person's cultivation, the sharper and more accurate his spiritual sense will be.

Therefore, Meng Fan didn't need to explain the reason, everyone was willing to believe -

This is considered as a benefit after the cultivation is improved.

Because of this, seeing Meng Fan preparing so cautiously, Simu gradually became vigilant.

After all, in many major matters, he is a nephew...... None of them can be speculated.

The next day.

Life is as peaceful as ever.

It's just that Meng Daochang has an extra peachwood sword on his back and likes to sit on the big tree outside the courtyard to meditate.

Ga! Ga! Ga!

Midday.

In the distance, in the dense forest, a flock of crows was startled, as if they had encountered something terrible, and they themselves were regarded as ominous incarnations.

Meng Fan raised his eyes and first looked at the sky.

The sun is blazing.

However, when the sun rises to its highest point, it is about to set, and this is the explanation of one's own time:

All things are blazing and grand, and they are falling.

On the desolate official road, a team of people and horses is slowly advancing, accompanied by the sound of a loud gong.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

There is no doubt that this is a majesty.

I saw that at the forefront of the team were two dragon flags, which were carried by the wrestlers, even if they were sweating profusely under the scorching sun, they did not dare to tilt the flags.

Then, there were four soldiers carrying huge gongs, striking vigorously from time to time, even though there were no people among the mountains and dense forests.

At this moment, Meng Fan completely understood why the master walked so slowly from the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau to Xiangxi, for three or four months!

"The Qing Dynasty is dead, and it's still such a big show, so it's for the ghosts to see."

After the words fell, Meng Fan jumped down from the tree and joined the four people who came out listening to the movement.

Behind the pomp, there was a carriage with an umbrella cover covering it, and below it was a coffin with a glittering golden light, evenly wound around it by an ink fountain net.

It was heavy, and it would leave deep marks on its pass, but it was by no means pure gold, otherwise the horse would not have been able to pull at all, nor would it have been replaced by four sturdy bulls.

"Remember to call someone in a while, that's your Uncle Qianzuru." The four eyes were full of smiles, but he didn't forget to tell Jia Le, lest he lose his manners.

"Yes, Master."

Listening to Jia Le's words, Meng Fan felt a trace of strangeness in his heart, how long had it been since he had called the word master?

Since I came to the Republic of China, I have been calling my uncle.

Central of the convoy.

Both sides of the coffin.

Surrounded by four young men dressed in plain wide robes, they were named after the south, east, west, and north.

In front of him was a middle-aged Taoist priest in a gossip robe, and when he saw the crowd standing on the official side from a distance, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and his joy was overflowing.

Meng Fan took the initiative to go up to greet him.

"Master."

"Good, good, good."

However, before the two of them could catch up, a greased and powdered sissy sent her and shouted in a thin voice:

"Huh, huh, huh!"

"What for? It's so hot, why don't you hurry up and go back to the capital early. ”

Chartered public?

It seems to be called a black steward, a dead eunuch.

There is definitely something wrong with this guy's orientation, after squeezing in, looking at Meng Fan's face, he actually let out an exaggerated exclamation, and then, one hand subconsciously probed into his waist.

"Get out!"

Meng Fan felt a chill in his heart, raised his hand and waved it away, and directly knocked it away.

He likes women.

This interruption quickly dissipated the atmosphere that had been brewed with great difficulty, but it did not prevent Chizuru from being happy in his heart.

Although I don't know what has happened in the recent period, it can be seen from the bearing that my apprentice has made great progress.

The four-eyed master stepped forward to greet him: "Senior brother." ”

"Senior brother." Chizuru hurriedly saluted.

In the previous generation of Maoshan, he paid the most attention to etiquette, one board and one eye, like four eyes to see Uncle Jiu, not so polite at all.

Of course, it's a good thing to be polite.

"Uncle Shi."

Knorr shouted and saluted.

Subconsciously, Chizuru groped around on her body and finally pulled out a handkerchief.

"Pixiu wrench, the objects flowing out of the palace are a meeting gift from Uncle Shi to you, good boy, it's so big in a blink of an eye."

When I opened it, I saw that a beautifully shaped wrench was lying quietly in a handkerchief.

Knorr looked at each other.

Not long ago, Meng Fan gave him the best lightning strike wood talisman, such a heavy gift.

Now his master, Chizuru, is the same.

The royal things in the palace are incomparably precious in themselves, and they are tainted with a trace of luck......

Seeing that the master and apprentice were so kind, Simu and Jia Le were embarrassed.

The former has nothing good, and it is too vulgar to give gold bars directly, but it is easy to spoil the relationship between teachers and brothers, not to mention the latter, who has not yet entered the Tao, and is poor and white, and cannot find a return gift at all.

"Uncle Shi, if you don't stay here for a few days, I'll cook good food for you every day." Knorr proposed.

"No!

！ ”

Wu Shilang came out again to find a sense of existence, which made Meng Fan very disgusted in his heart.

And Chizuru felt embarrassed and sighed:

"Let's get together another day, after all, I took this job."

To be honest, the heavy work of escorting the corpse this time can be called a torture.

Things are already dangerous, and there is a dead eunuch, who is seriously delayed, it hurts for a while, and it is uncomfortable there for a while, and I don't know how long it will be wasted.

As a result, I finally got to Xiangxi, and I caught up with my senior brother, nephew, and baby apprentice who I hadn't seen for several years.

Don't you really treat Taoist priests as people?

"Business matters."

As a corpse chaser, Simu can more or less understand this feeling, sighed, patted Qianhe's shoulder and said, "Your kid has accepted a good apprentice, and our brothers will reunite at the Maoshan ceremony." ”

Next, the master and Jingqing stepped forward.

Another hello.

"Copper horn and golden coffin ink bucket net, Xiao Fan is right, a big murderous thing."

The four eyes fell on the golden coffin.

Chizuru nodded and said, "That's true, if I hadn't arrived in time and cast a spell to suppress it before it raised its corpse, I'm afraid it would be another catastrophe." ”

"Why didn't you burn it on the spot?"

Master Ikyu frowned.

"This zombie was a frontier royal family before his death, and he had to be transported to Beijing and handed over to the royal family for disposal, and there was no way to do it." Chizuru shook her head.

A hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen.

Everyone sighed in unison.

As the saying goes, it is normal to learn dragon slaying, goods with the emperor's family, and devote yourself to the official family.

But Simu knows in his heart that the path chosen by his junior and younger brothers seems to be beautiful, no matter how the situation changes, he can become the guest of honor of the big shots, but many times he is helpless and has many difficulties.

"That Dao chief, since there are zombies in here, why don't you dismantle the tent and rely on the sunlight to drive away the corpse qi?"

Qianhe's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Thank you for the master's guidance, southeast and northwest, Xiaofan, Jiale, you can help me dismantle this tent." ”

In this regard, Meng Fan, who seemed relatively silent and couldn't find the opportunity to interject, said:

"Master, you can't dismantle it."