……

Lao Wang looked at his son with disgust.

I used to look down on this spicy chicken son.

At this moment, seeing him like a three-year-old child, I looked down on him even more.

If it weren't for his own son, he would have wanted to be sent to an orphanage!

"Brother Bai Shi, I want to buy him a funeral package."

Lao Wang sighed and said quietly.

Since he couldn't struggle anymore, he could only accept the truth painfully.

Although he dislikes it in every way, this is his own son after all.

A white-haired person sends a black-haired person, and no one will feel good.

"Yes, pay the fee here, for the sake of the old customers, I will give you an 8.88 discount, as long as 88.8 million."

Chen Xiao said with a smile.

"How much?"

Wang almost thought he had misheard.

"88.8 million, it's less than a small goal, shouldn't it be expensive?"

The corners of Chen Xiao's mouth crooked and smiled.

“……”

Lao Wang's face shook a few times.

Don't look at what he always says in front of the media, saying small and medium goals.

But that's all bragging!

One hundred million!

That's a lot!

Of course.

He still has this money.

Before giving Chen Xiao gifts, he swiped hundreds of millions.

But that is to leave a good impression on Chen Xiao, which does not mean that 100 million is not much.

"Good! I pay the bill. ”

Although he felt sorry for his private money, he endured it when he thought that this was to prepare for his son's funeral, and it would be just like this once in his life.

Suddenly.

He remembered one thing, his son might still have private money.

He decided to take his son to the bank in a moment and transfer all the money to his private account.

Although my son's stupid and stupid image must not be able to remember the password, it doesn't matter, as long as I arrive, I can change the password at any time.

Come to think of it.

Lao Wang felt a little better.

Not for a while.

Lao Wang transferred the money.

"Brother Bai Shi, I have one more question."

Lao Wang took a deep breath and spoke.

"You ask."

Chen Xiao shrugged and looked at him.

"What is the cause of my son's Yin Qi entering his body?"

Although Lao Wang had a faint guess, he wanted to get a definite answer from Chen Xiao's mouth.

"What else could be the reason? It's nothing more than a weird affair with a woman. ”

Chen Xiao shrugged his shoulders again and said lightly.

After a while, Chen Xiao said again: "You take him back, cherish the last moment." ”

Lao Wang nodded silently.

The answer was as he guessed, and it was indeed a woman's belly!

And it's a female weird!

Lao Wang really has to cherish the last time, and in the last time, he has to run through several banks to find out his son's private money.

Not much.

The old Wang father and son left.

——

"I really didn't expect that the famous Principal Wang was about to ga."

After the two left for a while, Zhang Yue said in disbelief.

"Who in the world can not die? People will eventually die, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. ”

Chen Xiaoxiao sighed.

"Cut, that's the case with mortals, I... I won't die, we dragons, a thousand years to be considered an adult. ”

The little short-legged said quietly, and the immature child's voice was a little arrogant.

"Really? I don't mind letting you die, do you want to try? ”

Chen Xiao put his palm on the back of her head and said with a smile.

"Heh... Hehe...... I am laughing, the master is extraordinary, not the same. ”

The little short leg smiled reluctantly, she had a strong desire to survive, and immediately flattered.

"Brother, you always scare the little short legs."

Chen Xiaoxiao shook her head amusedly, always feeling that the old brother likes to tease the little short legs very much.

"Mistress, I thank you."

The little short leg cast a plea at Chen Xiaoxiao and spoke.

Hearing the word "hostess", Chen Xiaoxin couldn't help but speed up, but on the surface, he kept smiling and did not change.

…

Time passes imperceptibly.

Gyeongju River.

It was personally organized by Su Jianye, the governor of Jiang Province, and led by the Jiang Provincial Special Affairs Bureau.

Most of the famous monks from all over the province came.

Baiyun Guanguan Baiyun Zhenren, Xuanyue Guanguan Xuanyuezi, Wanhua Valley Lord Dongfang Yuxuan, Shaolin Outer Gate Elder Shi Ran, Wudang Mountain Uncle Wang Ye, Maoshan disciple takeaway brother Li Zhen and a series of celebrities.

plus those who are not very famous, there are dozens of people in total.

Representatives of the various forces were sent.

Even the official sent two worshippers.

Although the two worshippers are not famous, their cultivation is extremely not simple.

When facing the two, the rest of them all felt a faint coercion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this operation may be dangerous, and if you want to withdraw, this governor will not stop you. But if you don't quit, in the future, I hope you will cooperate with the two offerings. ”

Su Jianye spoke as the host.

As he spoke, his gaze turned to the two worshippers.

The two worshippers had gray hair, wore gray robes, and wrinkled skin, looking like harmless old people.

But only a very few people know that they are not only masters of cultivation, but also masters of martial arts.

The so-called Olympic boxing champions, in front of them, are no different from childishness.

Su Jianye had seen it with his own eyes, and they held the steel sword between two fingers, and then easily broke it.

The crowd didn't speak, and since they came, they naturally wouldn't quit halfway.

Bai Yun Zhenren and Xuan Yuezi glanced at each other.

I'm afraid a lot of people will die on this trip!

But they're not prepared to warn.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Life and death matter.

This is their choice, even if they die, they choose for themselves.

But they didn't panic at all.

Because they have become the underworld yin, they will die when they die, and they can still be errands in the way of ghosts.

After a motivational speech.

The group came to the river and looked at the ruins of the Gyeongju Bridge.

Only a few broken pillars remain, silently telling the tragic conditions of the day.

"This is a water avoidance talisman, you can use the talisman if you need it."

One of the worshippers stood up, handed the talisman to everyone, and said.

"Thank you for the offering."

Takeaway brother Li Zhen took the talisman and said with a big grin: "You are a little familiar, I seem to have seen you on the portrait of the Maoshan ancestral hall, I wonder if you are my predecessor of Maoshan?" ”

"My eyesight is good, I didn't expect anyone to recognize the old man, the old man Shi Jian, the ninety-fifth generation disciple of Maoshan."

The worship stroked his long dry beard and said with a smile.

"Ninety-fifth generation disciple? You are the Patriarch of the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King Shi Jian two hundred years ago! ”

Li Zhen has always had a cynical expression, and after hearing this, he thought about it carefully, and his expression changed in an instant, and he looked at this person in shock.

"Thunderbolt King Shi Jian!"

The others looked at him in shock.

Although they had never met the legendary predecessor before, they had all heard his story.

Shi Jian, the king of thunder and lightning, was the senior brother of the Maoshan faction back then, and was famous in the entire cultivation world for his single-handed thunder and lightning fist.

It's just that later, for unknown reasons, it gradually disappeared.

I didn't expect to be recruited by the state!

Moreover, he lived for two hundred years!

There are very few monks today who live to be 150 years old!

Not to mention two hundred years old!

At this time, even Su Jianye's eyes widened.

Although he was a governor, he did not know the identity of the worship.

Now that he heard that it was a two-hundred-year-old senior, for a while, his breathing became rapid.

Since the identity of one of them is so remarkable, the other must not be much simpler.

Immediately.

Everyone looked at the other.

"Don't look at it, old man Lu Xun, but just an ordinary person."

The other worshippers lowered their eyebrows and spoke lightly.

"It is indeed an ordinary person, one man, one horse and one spear, and during the war years, tens of thousands of ordinary people were slaughtered."

Shi Jian opened his mouth fearfully, looking at the other worshipper with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"One man and one horse killed tens of thousands of people?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked again.