The atmosphere in the main hall was not good, and many of the little beans sitting there wanted to stand up and say a few words to ease the atmosphere several times, but they seemed to be pressed on the chair by a ruthless force, and they couldn't move a bit.

The big proprietor fell into silence again, and Yang Zhao organized the words in his heart.

"We people in Chixian Shenzhou have four joys in life since ancient times, one of which is to meet old acquaintances in other places, I really respect the senior you said, I think that senior will also like me, a junior who comes to worship."

This is a bit of a stretch of words, and even a bit far-fetched.

But Yang Zhao is trying to show his kindness.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she really didn't want to miss it.

"Of course, I'm also a little selfish, our Chixian Shenzhou's Dao system is not good, my road is foggy, and I can't find the direction."

Yang Zhao looked directly at the big owner, trying to make his eyes look sincere.

"For you, senior, the worship may be a bit redundant, but for me, the existence of Wu seniors is a good guiding light on the path, and this worship can make me more determined to take the next step."

"That's why I gave up such lucrative conditions put forward by my predecessors and chose to worship my predecessors."

The little turtle on the table had tentatively stuck out its head and observed the surrounding situation.

Then stretch out your limbs and scribble around looking for a support point to turn over.

The big proprietor didn't know if he was amused by the cute action of the little turtle, so he laughed out loud.

"Okay, as long as you want to go, I'll take you there."

After he finished speaking, he stood up directly, and with a wave of his sleeves, Yang Zhao only felt that it was dark in front of him.

Her heartbeat skipped a beat, and fear came straight to her.

But she didn't wait for too long to be afraid, and after a while, her mind began to be muddy, not knowing time, not knowing space.

By the time she came to her senses again, she had reached a wilderness, and even if she didn't open her eyes, she knew that the great treasurer was next to her.

Yang Zhao is frightened wild deer jumped a few steps to the side, widening the distance between the two sides.

Then her heart began to beat rapidly, and there was a momentum that did not jump out of her chest.

Regardless of the common sense that Yang Zhao lost consciousness during this period of time, her life did fall into the hands of this big shopkeeper.

Whether life or death is all in the thoughts of others, why don't you let Yang Zhao be afraid?

Yang Zhao's actions were a bit abrupt, but the big shopkeeper was well-informed and not surprised by her behavior.

He pointed with both hands, a large rock in front of him.

"Ah, the one in front is the senior Wu you have in mind, if you want to worship, hurry up and don't delay me going back to eat."

Yang Zhao was stunned for a long time, except for the tree, which was a large stone more than three meters square, and he didn't see where the grave was at all.

She was stunned for a moment before it dawned on her that this was another world, and the grave and what she thought might not be the same thing.

She focused her gaze on the big rock again.

The whole stone is reddish-brown in color, the lower half is buried in the soil, and the upper half is somewhat weathered by the wind.

This can't be a primitive sarcophagus, right?

Yang Zhao didn't find a crack when he checked it before, it didn't look like there was a person buried inside.

"Senior, did you say that Senior Wu is in this stone, or is it in the stone...... Under the stones? ”

The bones of this senior Wu won't be crushed by this big stone, right?

"What do you care about so much? Anyway, it's in that land, you hurry up and worship, and we'll leave after worshipping. ”

The big shopkeeper teased the little turtle's head with great interest, and the angry little turtle opened his mouth and bit her.

Yang Zhao didn't get an answer here, so he could only take out a shabby piece of clothes from the Qiankun bag as a broom to clean up the dust on the big stone.

Then start pulling weeds around the big rocks.

The big shopkeeper over there was not angry when he was bitten by the little turtle a few times, and he was a little puzzled when he saw Yang Zhao's series of cleaning actions.

"You've come up to this kind of land? The grass on both sides of the stone is not a spirit grass, and it is useless if you pull it out. ”

Yang Zhao raised his head and smiled.

"My predecessors didn't know that when we worshipped, we had to clean each other."

If this is a serious grave, Yang Zhao will pick up two handfuls of soil and renovate this grave.

But obviously, this big rock is not going to use this kind of effort.

She moved quickly, and after a while, the weeds half a meter square near the big stone were all cleaned up by Yang Zhao.

Then Yang Zhao observed the position of the sun and the surrounding environment, looked for the direction of due south in his mind, and drew a circle.

She took out three incense sticks from the Qiankun bag and lit them and inserted them into the circle.

Then he touched the bag again, found the snacks he put in it, divided it into three and put it in the circle.

This is also in a hurry, otherwise, according to the custom of Yang Zhao's hometown, she would have to take a few pieces of yellow paper and put them on top of the grave and press them with a stone.

Now I don't have those things, so I can only do them simply.

Yang Zhao stood up, patted the dust on his body, used a cleaning technique, summoned a large balloon of water, washed his face and hands, and combed the bun on his head.

Only then did he honestly stand in front of the sacrifice, make a circle, and speak in Chinese.

"The junior Yang Zhao, who came from Chixian Shenzhou, the outer disciple of Yunyang Guan, heard that the senior Wu lived here, and came to worship."

"The younger generation came here a year ago to know that there was a pulse to start the spirit, and it was only last year that I learned that cultivation is really true, not a supernatural story in the wild history book."

She took out the liquor prepared for Zhang Shibin from the Qiankun bag, opened the lid, and poured it around the big stone, telling the current situation while pouring it.

"We don't have an emperor now, the country has been quiet for decades, and we don't hear anyone starve to death."

She doesn't care what the logic of thinking is, where she thinks and goes.

"Now what cultivation, immortality, gods, demons and monsters have become things that will appear."

Yang Zhao didn't have any sense of proportion, a bottle of liquor was not enough, so he took out another bottle and refilled.

"It's a pure coincidence that I was able to come, but this accident also had a big impact on our hometown, and what I have to do now is to try to smooth out this impact as much as possible......."

After two bottles of liquor, there was already a rich aroma of liquor around.

Yang Zhao himself was still chattering here, and suddenly a gentle voice came from after hearing the voice.

"It's so fragrant, what kind of wine is this? I haven't seen it. ”

Yang Zhao felt that his scalp was exploding, and he didn't pay attention, the wine bottle in his hand shattered directly, and the glass shards fell to the ground with a clang.

Why? Because although the tone of this voice is a bit high, the tone of the voice is very strange, and the words are a little hard, and it sounds a little difficult.

But there is no doubt that this is a Chinese sentence!

Yang Zhao turned around abruptly and saw the smiling big owner behind him.

Only this big owner who plays with turtles.

"What do you want me to do?"

Yang Zhao asked cautiously: "Senior, did you hear someone talking just now, it seems to be a woman?" ”

This one replied very simply.

"No, apart from you and me, how can there be a living person here?"

！！！

What the hell can you see?

Although she has cultivated the truth, she has been afraid of ghosts for more than 20 years, and it is not a simple year to wipe out this thought.

Yang Zhao pursed his lips and changed his words.

"Do you hear something talking?"

Before the big proprietor could speak, a girl suddenly came from him.

"Oh, Xing Yuan, you can be her ancestor at your age, why are you idle and scaring a little girl!"

The big proprietor said indifferently: "Where did I scare, there are only two people here, she is a living person, a dead person in the stone, you and I are not people, which sentence is wrong?" ”

"Unreasonable cunning!"

Yang Zhao hesitated for a while, his eyes locked on the little turtle in the hand of the big proprietor, switched Chinese, and bowed.

"Senior, are you also from Chixian Shenzhou?"

The little turtle looked at Yang Zhao with a pair of eyes the size of a grain of millet, and opened his mouth to speak Chinese with a strange intonation.

"Yes, I am Wu Bozong."

This voice is still a female voice, which is a little out of tune with the name Wu Bozong.

Yang Zhao's mouth unconsciously rose, and he couldn't pull it back, and the joy in his heart was churning up and down in his chest, as if it was about to erupt.

She yelled at the turtle again.

"Junior Yang Zhao, I have seen Senior Wu, and I really made my seniors laugh just now."

After all, this incense stick is still burning, and the tribute is still on the table, no matter how you look at it, it is a little offensive to this little turtle.

The little turtle waved its immature paws.

"No need to be polite, although I don't remember anything, but I'm quite happy that someone came to worship me, although you speak a little strangely, but you and I are indeed in a foreign land."

What do you call and don't remember? Yang Zhao's heart sank suddenly.

"Do you still have the wine you just poured? Can you give me a few bottles? ”

Listening, Yang Zhao hurriedly took out the remaining dozens of bottles of wine from his arms, and used his spiritual power to control and float in the air.

This wine is available in white, blue, and brown bottles.

White wine, red wine, sparkling wine, rice wine, beer, glutinous rice wine, as long as there are them on the market, the country is rich and the people are strong and have bought a few bottles of good quality.

In total, there are dozens of bottles.

In the matter of opening the vein, Zhang Shibin played a huge role.

Even if this is Yang Zhao's exchange for miasma, the country is also grateful.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Zhao himself used this Qiankun bag that didn't have much space, the country would still want to buy a few hundred bottles on the side of the country's rich and strong people.

In the words that the country is rich and the people are strong, it is.

"The relationship between people is that the more they move, the closer they become, since you know what he likes, just follow what he likes."

"As for this person, there are three points of love when you meet, not to mention that when you see him, it makes him happy."

"We don't have to ask for anything in the future, but just meeting each other has some benefits."

The specific benefits, the country is rich and the people are strong, and Yang Zhao also understands a little bit in his heart.

Needless to say, they went to the army garrison near Heizhu Island late, which was very rude, but it was for the face of the Zhang family, and that adult did not make it too difficult for Yang Zhao.

If it's really a person who doesn't have relatives and doesn't rely on, this faux pas can't be smoothed out by that special dagger.

A low-level mortal, even if it is only a face-saving relationship with a big family, it is enough to be polite.

When the little turtle saw so much wine, his eyes straightened.

"Can you give me any of these drinks?"

Yang Zhao nodded quickly, and sent these wine bottles forward with spiritual power.

"It's just a few bottles of wine, it's not worth much, Senior Wu likes it, it's a great honor for these drinks."

"Yo, this little mouth is quite sweet, when facing me, this mouth is like eating wood."

The big proprietor, that is, Xing Yuan, stood aside and teased coldly.

Yang Zhao, who was originally a little drunk, seemed to have hit a cold snap, and his boiling brain was half cold.

"Senior Xing, you laughed, the junior didn't mean to disrespect the senior, the reason why I seem a little clumsy in front of you is mainly because you are a senior who has cultivated to a high level, and I am a junior monk in the foundation building period, and I am nervous when I see you."

Seeing this, the little turtle stretched out his little paw and patted Xing Yuan's fingers.

"With so much wine, shall I give you half of it?"

"No, I want seventy percent, and I want seventy percent of each wine."

(End of chapter)