"Damn old bastard, who let you come to our house?"

Zhao Qian is the second grandson of Mr. Zhao, and his father is Zhao Peng, the youngest son of Mr. Zhao, who is in charge of the family's antique business, and is busy all day long.

And he also touched his father's light, and since he was a child, he has been very generous, and he has also met a group of fox friends and dog friends, who often go to spend time drinking, and are embarrassed by each other, and often harm young girls on the street.

I met Mei Daoren at that time, and the reason for knowing each other is very famous, and I don't know each other.

He clearly remembered that that day he was just with Wang Kui of the Wang family and Xie Fei of the Xie family at the corner of the street and wanted to get acquainted with a little lady, but he was scolded by this old miscellaneous hair, and the three of them who were annoyed and angry wanted to raise their fists against each other, but they were whipped away by the old miscellaneous hair and a wooden sword that was not down at that time. After returning home, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he planned to take the Zhao family warrior to find the field, but he was reprimanded by his father, and ordered him to be grounded for three days.

I didn't think that this old miscellaneous hair came to the house today, and he must have come to sue him, which is really unreasonable!

Zhao Qian was anxious and angry, and shouted angrily: "Nursing home, where is the nursing home?"

This Zhao family has been inherited for many generations, because it has always been a scholarly family, and no one in the family has practiced martial arts.

Two of the five nursing courtyards are Xuan-level masters, and the remaining three are yellow-level masters. The five of them practiced martial arts in various places in the courtyard on weekdays, and at this time, they faintly heard someone calling for them in the attic, so they converged in the attic from everywhere.

Ling Chunqiu was already stunned by Mei Daoren's sentence "Don't save it", at this time, the descendants of the Zhao family first angrily reprimanded Mei Daoren, and then called the martial artist of the courtyard, Rao is he is a great Confucian, excellent in qi cultivation and kung fu, and at this time he almost lost his demeanor. Seeing the five nurses running or flying, as soon as they arrived here, they faintly surrounded themselves and others.

But Mei Daoren's face did not change at this time, his heart did not beat, he put his hand into his cuffs, and looked at Ling Chunqiu for a long time, the meaning is self-evident: This is the bitter master's family that you plan me to help? You know why I said I didn't care when I saw him coming, right? And the Zhao family's hospitality, tsk......

This time, Ling Chunqiu's face has completely turned black, don't think that Ling Chunqiu has a good temper and is easy-going, just think that Daru is nothing more than that, you must know that with Ling Daru's words, you can make students all over the world reevaluate the Zhao family. Not to mention the distance, just to talk about the near, if the students of Qinghua Academy know that their dean is treated like this by the Zhao family, I am afraid that the gate of the Zhao family will be demolished by those students.

Just when Ling Chunqiu was about to turn his face with the Zhao family, the door in the attic, which had been closed, squeaked open.

"Why didn't Bo Yong come in?Why did you stand in the courtyard with your friends?" the old man with white hair stepped out of the room and said to Ling Chunqiu.

Zhao Qian was about to ask the nursing home to take down Mei Daoren, but when he saw the old man appear, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, this old miscellaneous man broke into our house without permission, and I was planning to let people take him down!" He naturally didn't mention Ling Chunqiu, because it was obvious that his grandfather knew people.

The old man is Zhao Qian's grandfather, the current head of the Zhao family, and the head of the family, Zhao Zhengming.

Zhao Zhengming ignored Zhao Qian's words, and just greeted Ling Chunqiu and Mei Daoren with a smile: "Come in." ”

Bo Yong is Ling Chunqiu's cousin, usually his own teacher will call him so, so he knows that even if he is angry and anxious at this time, he can't show his face to this Zhao family head who is the same generation as his teacher and is still familiar with him. glanced at the indifferent Mei Daoren, and could only sigh secretly and said, "Thank you, Uncle Shi!"

After Zhao Zhengming invited the two into the house, he waved his hand to let the five guards retreat, and then closed the door, leaving Zhao Qian alone outside the door.

"Hey, this old man doesn't distinguish between good and bad, he actually invited that old miscellaneous hair into the house, no, I have to think of a way, I can't let that old miscellaneous hair sue me for a black ......"

Zhao Qian walked around the door, sometimes stomping his feet, sometimes hesitating to push the door open, but in the end he was stupid and left in embarrassment.

In the house, the three of them sat down in priority and order, and their own maids served tea, and when Mei Dao people heard it, they felt that it was on par with that of Jiujie Hall, and it was not outstanding. Or the Zhao family, that's all, Mei Daoren muttered in his heart.

The unfortunate family made the two of them laugh. Zhao Zhengming said.

Ling Chunqiu and Mei Daoren did not answer, at this time, answering the call was equivalent to acquiescing that what Zhao Zhengming said was the truth, although the two were angry, they would not say that other people's families were unfortunate, although this was indeed the truth.

Zhao Zheng saw that the two of them were silent, smiled, and asked Mei Daoren: "Is this the head of Mei Dao in the south of the end?"

Mei Daoren was stunned when he heard this, he was stunned not that the other party knew his identity, but was surprised that the other party actually knew the name of his Taoist temple, because the plaque of his Taoist temple disappeared more than ten years ago. Well, it's nothing, after all, it's not a shameful thing, as long as you ask the old neighbors next to the Taoist temple to inquire more, you can naturally draw conclusions.

Perhaps seeing the surprise of Mei Daoren, Zhao Zhengming said: "More than ten years ago, I had several encounters with Lingshi. In order to protect the lives of his neighbors, he resisted several demons by himself, and finally died of exhaustion, which made us admire and regret. ”

Mei Daoren was really surprised, his master died of serious injuries in the "Heavenly Change" fifteen years ago, and he thought that no one would remember the figure that blocked the demons alone, but he didn't expect to be mentioned by Zhao Zhengming at this time.

So Mei Daoren finally responded: "If you can be remembered by the layman, the master is worth a lifetime." After speaking, he made a mockery to Zhao Zhengming.

Zhao Zhengming said with a smile: "Mei Daochang doesn't have to be like this, it is the blessing of the world for the master to be merciful and subdued demons, but it is a pity that the heroes of the Lingshi generation, the half-step ground-level master, the unfathomable and profound skills of ghosts and gods, are greatly discounted when used on demons, and in the end they are naturally outnumbered." ”

The teacup that Mei Daoren had just picked up fell to the ground with a "snap", stood up in shock, and looked at Zhao Zhengming.

Yes, what they practiced in the first line of their final view was the almost lost ghost mystic technique, which is said to be able to attract ghosts and exorcise spirits, which is one of the Taoist supernatural powers. It's a pity that there is no dragon slaying skill, but there are no dragons in the world to slaughter. Mei Daoren has been apprenticed for more than 30 years, and he can indeed rely on this technique to summon some lonely souls and wild ghosts for him to drive, but if he wants to recruit gods, even the lowest level of ghosts and gods, he can't summon them, why? Just because there are no ghosts and gods in this world.

The housekeeping skill has become an empty talk, even a joke, this has always been a great shame in their lineage, naturally they will not mention it to outsiders, and he is the same, he didn't even say much to Ling Chunqiu, only roughly mentioned that his master is a ghost and god lineage.

Now that this matter has been mentioned by Zhao Zhengming again, and even the cause of his master's death has been introduced, Mei Daoren looked at Ling Chunqiu, whose eyes were fluttering, and then thought of him knocking on his side when he was in Jiujie Hall, where did he not understand that his old friend had betrayed himself cleanly for a broken book.

It's laughable.

Mei Daoren took a long breath, looked at Zhao Zhengming, who was sitting in the main seat, and asked, "Old man Zhao, you bothered to find me, what is the matter, please make it clear, you must do your best in the future." ”

Zhao Zhengming was happy when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Okay, just wait for Daoist Mei's words! But before that, there is still a question to ask Daoist Mei." ”

"Old man Zhao, but it doesn't hurt to say. Mei Daoren sat down again, and since he decided to help, he saved a lot of pretensions, and waved his hand casually and said.

The dim and cloudy eyes flickered, Zhao Zhengming's upper body leaned forward, and asked softly, "Daochang Mei, do you believe in gods?"

Mei Daoren narrowed his eyes into a slit and said, "I don't believe it." ”

This is said in a categorical manner, leaving no room for half a cent.

It is also ironic to say that people who practice the art of ghosts and gods do not believe in the existence of gods, and would rather catch two little ghosts as comfort, but otherwise? If there is really the existence of so-called gods, how could their master, a master of the half-step level, die at the hands of a few demon commanders because they did not have enough damage to cast spells?

"There are no absolutes. ”

Zhao Zhengming sat upright, his hands brushed his white beard, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I am seventy nine this year, gave birth to three sons, after he grew up and became a family, the eldest son gave me two grandchildren, and the younger son also gave me one, but the second child was weak since childhood, and he left a few days after he got married, so that I had gray hair and black hair. ”

Although he didn't know what Zhao Zhengming was talking about, and Ling Chunqiu was still out of his mind, Mei Daoren had no choice but to comfort himself: "The old man still asks for condolences." ”

Zhao Zhengming bowed slightly, and continued: "The second child is gone, and his wife is becoming more and more emaciated, and one day he suddenly fainted. Although the second wife's wife has been taking care of her body since then, her heart disease is difficult to treat, and she has gone through many hardships, and she is pregnant in October, and finally she was born with this posthumous child, but because of her postpartum frailty, she is unable to make up for her weakness, and she died like the second child. ”

"Fortunately, the child is safe and sound, I personally take care of it, the child grows up day by day, I named her Zhao Mingzhu, Mingzhu has grown up, slim and elegant, and is knowledgeable, I really take this baby granddaughter as a pearl in the palm of my hand!"

Old Man Zhao's voice became more and more sad, and Mei Dao said in his heart, this Zhao Mingzhu is afraid that he is the real sufferer.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhengming cleaned up his demeanor, and then said: "Mingzhu is ten years old, and he is in the prime of his marriage. Some time ago, I went out to watch the play, and when it was getting dark, I somehow got separated from my subordinates, and the entourage of the warriors hurriedly pursued it to no avail, so I had to come back and report to me. So I went to greet the governor with this old face, and mobilized everyone in the family to go to the inner city and the outer city overnight to search for the whereabouts of Mingzhu. Finally, just before dawn, I found it by chance in a ruined temple in the outer city. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhengming seemed to be a little older, and his voice trembled: "Mingzhu'er was in a trance when she was discovered, and she had lost her mind, and she screamed when she saw me approaching. I don't want to pretend to be someone else's hand to explain to my subordinates that Zhu was just frightened, and then when he was tired and fell asleep, I personally carried Mingzhu into the carriage, and fortunately the state lord took mercy and sent the government army who helped later to escort him all the way back. ”

Mei Daoren comforted: "Miss is fortunate that she has been found. ”

Zhao Zhengming sighed: "Yes, it is a blessing to be able to find it." But when she came home she was only asleep during the day, and at night she was terrified, and she cried and cried at the sight of people, and she still did not recognize me!"

It seems that this Zhao Zhengming is really very fond of Zhao Mingzhu, otherwise how could a famous family and the head of a family be so out of shape in front of people?

"Old Man Zhao means that Miss Mingzhu's experience, the current state, is inseparable from ghosts and gods?" Mei Daoren asked after considering his words.

"I can't hide it, I do mean this, otherwise my Ming'er's state can't be explained. ”

Zhao Zhengming's firmness surprised the people of Mei Dao, and at this moment, Ling Chunqiu, who had been an outsider, echoed: "It's all here, the sky is already dark, the opportunity is rare, whether it is a ghost or a god making trouble, let's go up and find out." ”

So the group went up the stairs to the second floor, through the hall, and came to Miss Mingzhu's boudoir.

Zhao Zhengming pushed the door in, and Ling Chunqiu and Mei Daoren followed closely.

I saw a young girl holding the quilt against the wall and sitting in the depths of the embroidered couch, seeing the three approaching, the eyes that were still godless instantly became terrified, and the mouth kept wailing like an abandoned dog, but no one spoke. So the three of them had to stop, and they didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a while.

Zhao Zhengming sighed: "Mingzhu'er has always been like this since she came back, and I ask Mei Daochang for some advice!"

Mei Daoren looked at the extremely miserable Zhao Mingzhu, thoughtfully, and suddenly rushed into front of Miss Mingzhu with an arrow, pointed the sword in his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, and said something in his mouth, and shouted: "Open!"

Miss Mingzhu seemed to have just reacted and cried out with a "wow", and finally screamed sadly: "Don't... No... Lord Yama, don't... Please, don't come... Grandpa save me... Woo..."

Zhao Zhengming was overjoyed and sad when he saw this, and he was happy that he had found famous doctors in the city to diagnose his baby granddaughter during the day, whether it was medicine or acupuncture, but none of them could make Mingzhu'er speak. And he is sad that he doesn't know what his precious granddaughter has gone through to become such a pitiful appearance, which makes people feel heartache when they think about it.

Ling Chunqiu was also happy, it seemed that he had guessed correctly, his old friend was born in a branch of Taoism, and he passed on the art of ghosts and gods alone, which was the best choice to solve this matter. What's even more pleasing is that if Mingzhu'er is cured by luck, he will be more at ease when he gets the ancient book from Zhao Zhengming.

Mei Daoren didn't care about the mood fluctuations of the two people around him, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt that the state of Miss Mingzhu was extremely unstable, so he used the "point god" technique to guide the remaining soul power in Miss Mingzhu's spirit platform to gather in one place, and sure enough, Miss Mingzhu immediately reacted, but it seems that Miss Mingzhu's soul problem is not small!

But there is one more thing that he cares about, what is the "Lord of Yama" in Miss Mingzhu's mouth?