The world is so big that there are no surprises.

No, a strange thing happened in Jiangcheng today.

Qian Dayuan, the owner of Wanbao Commercial Bank, actually wants to marry his second son who has already died and become the corpse relative!

As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar, and there was a lot of discussion in the streets and alleys.

If you ask the reason, it is Qian Dayuan's wife Liu, who died in a dream at night and her second son in the underworld, lonely and alone.

After Liu woke up from the dream, he suddenly felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and his heart palpitated.

Please interpret the dream, saying that the second son is asking for a daughter-in-law, if you don't comply, I'm afraid it will be troublesome, and the chicken and dog will be restless.

When the Liu family heard this, they pinched their fingers and counted, but no, the second son died at the age of five, and now he is just turning sixteen, which is the time to marry a wife and have children.

Thinking that the second son was in the underworld, unaccompanied, and alone, the Liu family suddenly became sad and shouted that he wanted to ask for a daughter-in-law for the second son.

So I invited a ghost matchmaker again, and I was looking for Mr. Feng Shui to combine the eight characters.

That's the ridiculous thing in front of us!

On the day of the wedding, the city was full of hustle and bustle, and I don't know how many good deeds crowded at the city gate to watch the excitement.

"It's coming! Here it comes! ”

The family sending team is still far away, and the long dragon-like ten-mile red makeup has attracted the attention of the whole city.

Looking from afar, it looks like a fire dragon cruising around, so beautiful.

"It's really a dead man's wedding is more magnificent than the living!"

"Not really!"

"This ghost groom is really born in a good family, and he can still marry a wife when he dies, it's really a cropper who has entered the imperial city, see you for the first time."

Mo Chuan stood in the crowd, listening to the discussion of the locals, and sighed in his heart.

After the two teams met to send off relatives and pick up relatives, the two sides immediately went through the extremely cumbersome etiquette process under the witness of the people in the city.

In the midst of the chaotic hustle and bustle, there was a sudden sound of beating in the crowd.

Accompanied by louder shouts:

"Guo is not dead! Guo is not dead! ”

However, the voice disappeared after a few sounds.

Mo Chuan followed the sound on tiptoes, and faintly saw a noise of pushing and shoving in the crowd.

It's a pity that there are too many people watching the excitement, and they are so tightly covered that they can't see anything.

He frowned, turned his head, and continued to stare at the cymbal hand who was blowing the class.

Not long after, the two parties of the yin marriage completed the process, and the kissing team immediately went home in the blowing and blowing.

On this day, the Qian Mansion held a banquet and invited the people of the city to rejoice.

Don't say that the delicacies of the mountains and seas in the house are the flowing water banquets outside the house, which is also a top hard dish, and the people who eat it all give a thumbs up.

For a while, this treacherous atmosphere of the yin marriage was washed away without a trace.

At night, the Qian Mansion quieted down.

After a whole day of beating, the musicians were finally able to go back to the inn to rest.

For them, Ming'er's joint burial is the highlight.

It's just a marriage process today!

"Master, what's the situation with the boy today?"

In the inn, after the end of the blowing class, he entered the elementary school apprentice melon peel, and asked mysteriously while soaking his feet with the master.

"Shhhh Don't inquire if you shouldn't. ”

The master who was soaking his feet in hot water rolled his eyes when he heard the words.

"Oh!"

The melon skin wilted, and after a long time, he asked again: "Master, how can the boy say that the Guo family is not dead?" ”

"You melon skin, why do you talk so much?"

The old master blew up, and raising his hand was a brain collapse.

"Oops!"

The melon skin was in pain, and he covered his brain and didn't squeak.

"Add hot water!"

The master glared at the melon skin.

"Oh!"

Guapi sullenly lifted the kettle to add water, I didn't want to, he was full of things during the day, and he accidentally added too much hot water.

"Oops, you want to burn me, don't you?"

The old master was so angry that he was about to teach his apprentice a lesson, and he didn't want to hear a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"But Master Zhong from the blowing class in Tian'an Village?"

A warm inquiry came from outside the door.

Master Zhong glared at the apprentice, thinking that it might be a customer who came to the door, so he hurriedly wiped his feet and got up to open the door.

Squeak! The door opens.

Master Zhong raised his eyebrows, and it was a young Taoist priest who knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

- The person who came was none other than Mo Chuan.

"Master Zhong, excuse me! Poor Dao passed by Jiangcheng today, and happened to see the master playing music, and unexpectedly found that the master had a pair of cymbals under his hand, and the shape was quite different. Poor Dao has a friend who likes to collect musical instruments from all over the world, so Poor Dao intends to buy and give it to his friends, Master Zhong, do you fancy it? ”

Mo Chuan casually made up an excuse.

As he spoke, he took out a tael of silver from his bosom.

When Master Zhong saw the silver money, his eyes lit up, and he did things for the Qian family in this blowing class, and the income was only three taels of silver.

That's it, it's already several times the market price.

On weekdays, weddings and funerals are less than half a copper, and more than one or two, and seven or eight people in the class have one point, and they will earn hard money.

At present, a tael of silver is in the account for no reason, or is it a private account, how can he not move?

"It's in the middle, but it's ......" Master Zhong looked hesitant.

"Poor Dao plus 100 pennies, no more."

Mo Chuan pretended to be in pain, gritted his teeth, and took out a string of copper coins tied with hemp rope from his sleeve.

"Oh, the Taoist is polite! Dao Chief, you think this is good, wait for me to finish the Qian family's work tomorrow, and then send it to you, can you? ”

Master Zhong was overjoyed when he saw this, his so-called hesitation was just a funeral tomorrow, and he still used musical instruments!

"That's not possible, Poor Dao has an appointment with the dart board, and I have to leave tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I can't wait."

Mo Chuan made an excuse at will.

He didn't come to the door during the day, and he was already patient.

How dare you dream more at night?

"This ......"

Master Zhong hesitated for a moment, and when he saw that the Taoist priest had no intention of increasing the price, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to borrow it from my peers, and the Taoist chief will wait for me." ”

With that, he hurriedly went back to the house and took the pair of cymbals, for fear that Mo Chuan would regret it.

The transaction between the two was completed, and Master Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Poor Dao asks a lot of questions, dare to ask where Master Zhong found this pair of cymbals?"

Mo Chuan took the cymbals, looked at them slightly, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

One of the cymbals is supposed to be made of copper.

The other was the same as his cymbal, except that the golden aura was a little weaker.

"Blacksmith shop! The master told me that one of these pieces was sold to him by a passing beggar, and he saw that the shape was quite exquisite, so he took it upon himself to make another piece, made a pair, and happened to be bought by me. ”

"I see!"

Mo Chuan was stunned, and then he hugged his fists and said: "I'm disturbed in the middle of the night, and I will say goodbye!" ”

"Dao Elder is polite!"

Master Zhong watched Mo Chuan leave, so he went back to the house to get dressed and pack his things, preparing to find a colleague to borrow a pair of cymbals to deal with tomorrow's errand.

In other words, Mo Chuan had just come down from the second floor of the inn and bumped into a young scholar head-on.

When the shoulders were wrong, both of them subconsciously glanced at each other.

In the end, he is a scholar who does not touch the spring water with ten fingers, and he is born with fine skin and tender meat. ’

Mo Chuan subconsciously muttered in his heart.

He had been walking the world for some time, and most of the people he saw were dark-faced and rough-skinned.

There are only the pampered elites and the like, and their skin is better.

Wait a minute!

The other party is not ...... Also a cultivator?

So what is the purpose of his here?

Mo Chuan's expression became strange, it couldn't be so coincidental, right?