Ji Wutong used a hand of golden cicadas to shed their shells and returned to Wuwen Building, which was still lively.

Zhang Shanyou glanced up with an abacus, and without making a sound, he watched Ji Wutong quietly walk towards the fifth floor.

"Let's go! Let's not ask the Ji Daxian of the building! ”

With a wave of the abacus, Zhang Shanyou squeezed out two tears and went out of the city with Wuwenlou and the others crying.

Zhang Shanyou's momentum was extremely huge, and the mighty brigade shouted that the immortals of Lou Ji were heavy, for fear that someone on the road would not know.

Ji Wutong, who was leaning on the window, watched forty or fifty people carrying torches to the city gate.

It's ridiculous to think about it, Mo Qingping's method is indeed the best, but he used it late.

This night did not ask Lou Changming. Ji Wutong slept comfortably on the fifth floor, and the mourning on the first floor continued, which was the mourning hall of Ji Daxian.

The mournful music played by suona sounded all night. The sky was bright, and Ji Wutong had just woken up.

Pushing open the door, there was a bow and arrow, a new red robe, and a small box outside the door.

Ji Wutong didn't even think about swallowing the Yi Rong Dan in the small box, but only for a moment, looking at himself in the mirror, Ji Wutong smirked twice.

He now looks like a middle-aged uncle, with a face full of wrinkles and beard.

Fortunately, the effect of Yi Rong Dan is only three months, and when he enters Qianye Mountain, the boy is still the same boy.

Zhang Shanyou is fat but careful, and even the bag containing the big bow is ready.

This big bow is exquisitely made, and I don't know how much better it is than the one Ji Wutong used before.

With a cloth bag behind him and a brand-new red robe, Ji Wutong came to the first floor,

Zhang Shanyou sat in front of the coffin and snored loudly, I don't know where he came from, a group of people knelt in front of the tablet and cried.

Ji Wutong took a few pieces of snacks on the table and went to Mo Qingping's courtyard.

He also couldn't understand why it caused today's situation, Ji Wutong on the bright side died, and there would be mourners going to Renhe Town next.

Pulling a pinch of hair on the big white tail, Ji Wutong gently knocked on the door of Mo Qingping's small courtyard.

"Send a letter?"

Mo Qingping's eyes were red, and it seemed that he didn't sleep well last night.

sighed and took Ji Wutong to the terrace, and said nothing.

After a while, the fragrance of porridge wafted in the house, and Mo Qingping just filled a bowl by himself, and after a few sips, he didn't seem to have much appetite.

"Sir, this is a newly made dim sum made by Wuwenlou, you can try it."

Ji Wutong smiled and put the dim sum in front of Mo Qingping, but Mo Qingping had no intention of moving.

In the past, what Ji Wutong brought, Mo Qingping always couldn't wait to eat.

"Write a letter, show it to me!"

Mo Qingping replied impatiently, naturally he couldn't recognize who the person in front of him was. I didn't lift my head, and I didn't move my snacks.

"Sir, let's have some snacks first. You taught me the method, and now I use it, but you don't recognize me. ”

Ji Wutong smiled and reached out for a piece of snack. Go to the kitchen and serve yourself porridge.

"You kid!"

When Mo Qingping heard this, the frustration on his face disappeared in an instant, and he wanted to nag a few words, but the words stopped in his mouth.

He thought that no one would listen to him again.

Ji Wutong didn't do all the scenes last night, but Zhang Shanyou did enough.

After a set of funeral etiquette, no one will doubt whether Ji Wutong is really dead, after all, Zhang Shanyou was crying on the road last night.

"What's next for you?"

Mo Qingping's mouth was full of dim sum residues.

"It's time for me to go, to the day my master said."

Ji Wutong held the bowl and sucked, today I came to say goodbye to Mo Qingping.

"The play has been done, you can resolve the effect of Yi Rong Dan when you leave Longzhou, no one will recognize you, just don't take the lead."

Mo Qingping nodded, Ji Wutong is gone, I am afraid that in the future, no one will accompany him to breakfast.

"Is there anything else you would like to advise, sir?"

Ji Wutong looked at Mo Qingping and smiled.

Mo Qingping paused for a long time, but he never spoke.

The handful of white hair and fifty taels of silver were sent back to Renhe Town by the Flipping Chicken.

I hope my father and mother can understand the deep meaning, if I really let my father and mother know the news of Ji Wutong's death, I don't know how sad my father and mother will be.

Before leaving, Mo Qingping rarely sent Ji Wutong to the door, and the two stood at the door for a long time, and Mo Qingping finally spoke slowly.

"In the future, you have to think more! Think through! Figure it out! Think about the pros and cons of the results. You can only do one thing a day, and you can't think about one day a day! ”

Mo Qingping frowned, and instructed over and over again.

"Thank you, Mr. for your advice."

Ji Wutong bowed respectfully, and when he turned around, he said again:

"Mr. is talented, and he will definitely be able to climb the gate in the future. It all depends on whether the gentleman has the heart or not. ”

Mo Qingping listened to Ji Wutong's words and smiled rarely.

"Then you will open the high door for me?"

Mo Qingping smiled and gave Ji Wutong a roll of his eyes.

In front of the bamboo forest courtyard, he looked at Ji Wutong's back and didn't close the door for a long time.

Just after noon, the mourning music of Wuwenlou was still blowing lively.

Zhang Shanyou glared fiercely at Ji Wutong, who had just entered the door, and turned around and had to accompany Wu Anrao to cry with her.

Ji Wutong wanted to laugh when he saw Zhang Shanyou's funny appearance, but when he saw Wu Anrao kneeling in front of the tablet with tears on her face and lighting incense, she felt a little uncomfortable.

I've been here for a few days, and I have a few friends.

Xue Pingshan is dead, Mo Qingping knows the truth, and Yu Moyang's high-minded temperament will not be too sad if he thinks about it.

just cried this Wu Anrao, who was crying and had red eyes.

Wu Anrao's sobbing voice was still the same, and she glanced at the cold tablet, and Ji Wutong didn't say a few words.

When others look at her, they either regard her as a pearl on the top, or treat her as a plaything like a cheap grass, and only Ji Wutong regards her as a girl's family, an ordinary girl's family.

Ji Wutong watched on the side for a long time, Wu Anrao gradually stopped crying, and walked out of the door with a lost expression.

"Girl, stay."

Ji Wutong, who had turned into a middle-aged man, quietly followed Wu Anrao out of the gate of Wuwen Building.

"What advice do the immortals have?"

Wu Anrao's voice was a little hoarse, and she still stopped and returned the salute.

"Monsters are rampant outside the city, and tigers, wolves, jackals and leopards are in the city. Girls should be careful in the future. ”

Ji Wutong smiled and looked at the reddened eyes.

"Thank you... Thank you for the reminder. ”

Wu Anrao looked at the strange immortal in front of her, and felt familiar when she heard this, paused and bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

This knocking and beating funeral will take three days, which is the custom of Longzhou.

Ji Wutong is like an outsider, looking at the people who come and go to mourn, most of them Ji Wutong doesn't know, they are all for the sake of Zhang Shanyou's face.

With a kind of entourage, the king of Changning said a few words about young people and talents, and then left hastily.

What he wanted was never Ji Wutong, but Wuwenlou's sideline.

There were also Meng Xuan and Sun Zizai, although they didn't deal with the two of them very much, but they still rushed to hear the news of Ji Wutong's death.

It was getting dark, Ji Wutong returned to his room, looking at the not too lively street outside the window, tomorrow is Qingming, Ji Wutong is finally going to leave this Wanlang City.

Ji Wutong's next stop is Jinshan City in Shuzhou, and after a short rest in Jinshan City, you can enter the territory of Qianye Mountain.

got up early in the morning, and as soon as the sky was dawning, Ji Wutong and Dabai rushed out of the city separately to do a full set of plays.

Ji Wutong, who was about to leave the city, did not choose to go directly to the sky, but agreed with Dabai to meet in the woods outside the city.

As soon as he stepped into the woods, a familiar figure in the forest slowly walked towards Ji Wutong.

"What kind of drama are you singing?"

Yu Moyang yawned, and without even asking, he knew that the person who came must be Ji Wutong.

"Got into some trouble that shouldn't have been caused."

Ji Wutong laughed twice, and he didn't plan to hide anything from Yu Moyang.

"Hey, this Yi Rong Dan is really inferior."

Yu Moyang saw Ji Wutong now, and his face was full of disgust.

"How do you know I'm not dead?"

Ji Wutong touched the stubble on his face and sat by the tree with Yu Moyang.

"The two of us know each other so well in the woods that you can run away even if you are defeated. Besides, if I really want to kill you, unless that person is superior to me. ”

Yu Moyang said nonchalantly, in this Wanlang City, no one knows Ji Wutong's skills better than him.

"Don't tell me, I'm not dead."

Ji Wutong casually instructed.

"It's none of my business if you die or not!"

Yu Moyang got up and waved his hand as he spoke, which was regarded as seeing off Ji Wutong.

The sky was getting brighter, and bursts of wet and cold dew hit his body, Ji Wutong glanced at the head of Wanlang City in the morning light from a distance, and went to the southwest without looking back.