Probably because she was afraid that Shu Ange would be in a hurry, she broke the net and made a fuss in the mourning hall, so that she could watch the jokes.

In the past few days, it is rare for the Song family not to learn from her, and she can eat three meals a day with the people who do white things, holding porcelain bowls together.

The countryside does white things, eating vermicelli, meat and vegetable soup and steamed buns, Shu Ange took advantage of the vigil to eat a full body and finally no longer have the same soft and weak strength as before.

After eating and drinking, Shu Ange's cultivation speed was also much faster, and in only two or three days, he had already successfully entered the third layer of the Qi cultivation period.

What she is looking forward to most now is, of course, to enter the foundation building period as soon as possible, so that she can leave Longhe Village smoothly.

But each world has its own rules of the Heavenly Dao, and if the upper limit of the cultivators in this world is the Jindan stage, I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through the foundation building period.

But this is all in the future, and the biggest problem in front of Shu Ange is how to escape the torture of Mrs. Song after Song Yue is buried.

Three days after the suspension of the spirit, the day of the funeral came, and the Song family was busy early in the morning, and there were people everywhere.

Shu Ange absorbed the moon essence and aura of the night, his face was ruddy, the previous bruises and scars had faded a lot, and he was wearing plain white filial piety clothes and standing on the mourning hall coldly.

The funeral process is extremely cumbersome, and according to common sense, Shu Ange, who is a daughter-in-law, needs to cooperate to complete many etiquettes.

But on such a big day, the Song family was afraid that she would make trouble, so the two mothers-in-law looked at her left and right, and she just had to follow the team that sent the spirit.

Shu Ange changed into coarse linen clothes, stepped on straw sandals for grinding his feet, and held a filial piety stick made of willow wood with white stripes in his hand, and walked forward surrounded by people.

The funeral in the countryside is very lively, the first person holds the soul-attracting bamboo in his hand and throws the guide paper, the back person has a flag, there is a portrait, and the last is a blower and the relatives and friends of the funeral.

Shu Ange lowered his eyes, tried to ignore the noise around him, and slowly introduced the aura that was free in heaven and earth into his body.

After the pale green aura entered the body, Shu Ange continued to compress it, and finally sent it into the dantian, the spirit mansion, and the sea of knowledge.

Blowing and blowing, the team moved slowly, Shu Ange had no distractions, and accidentally knocked into the spiritual aperture.

Her heart was full of joy, and a smile was hooked on her lips, but fortunately, everyone lowered their heads, and there was filial piety to cover it, and no one saw this scene.

Shu Ange suppressed his excitement, raised his eyes slightly and looked around, he didn't know if he didn't look, and he was startled when he saw it.

In the blue sky and daylight, Song Yue's ghost was standing beside her, smiling at her, his face was blue and black and his face was terrifying.

Shu Ange pretended not to see Song Yue, and moved her gaze elsewhere, this time the harvest was even greater, her pupils dilated instantly, and she almost beckoned the person to look over.

Not far from the funeral procession, there stood a man with a cool demeanor, wearing a blue robe with large sleeves and a crown of green jade hair.

He stood beside the road with a jade tree in the wind, his eyes as deep as a deep pool, and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Shu Ange's heart was pounding, not because of the charm of this life, but because he was clearly the mysterious man in the plot prompt.

He stands majestically between heaven and earth, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him, and he can ride the wind away at any time.

Shu Ange could pretend not to see Song Yue, but it was difficult to control her gaze at the man in Tsing Yi.

As if sensing Shu Ange's gaze, the man in Tsing Yi walked towards her, he was stepping on white deerskin boots, with a gold and jade belt tied around his waist, his face was like a peach petal, and there was a faint flow of brilliance on his skin.

"The strategy target of this mission appears, and the initial friendship is 50."

Shu Ange's eyes widened, after entering the mission for so long, it was the first time she had met someone with such a high degree of favorability.

His eyebrows were picturesque, his eyes were as clear as water, he stared at Shu Ange, and slowly opened his mouth: "You can see me." ”

Obviously asked, he used a declarative tone.

Song Yue saw the man in Tsing Yi talking to Shu Ange, and rushed up viciously, shouting, "You vixen, you are not allowed to seduce my sister-in-law!" ”

“……”

With a sound of Shu Niang, Shu Ange's goosebumps fell to the ground.

Song Yue's appearance was already ugly after his death, and it was even more terrifying when he made a hideous appearance.

Seeing Song Yue rushing towards the man in Tsing Yi with his teeth and claws, Shu Ange couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The man in green clothes stood still, and before Song Yue touched the corner of his clothes, he was injured by the cyan sword qi that popped out of his body.

"Retreat."

He said a word, and Song Yue wailed, turned into a puff of black smoke, and flew into the coffin.

The yin qi that had been condensed around for a long time was finally much less, and Shu Ange quietly showed a smile and winked at the man in Tsing Yi.

The first time he met a raider with a favorability of fifty, Shu Ange suddenly felt that the suffering he had suffered in the past few days was worth it.

She really wanted to talk to the man in Tsing Yi, ask him about his origins, and find out why he helped the original owner.

But on the way to the funeral, there were two mothers-in-law next to them looking at each other, and Shu Ange could only lip shape at the man in Tsing Yi.

"There are a lot of people, I'll talk about it later."

The man in Tsing Yi read her lips, nodded slightly, and then retreated into the distance, following the team with an expressionless face.

Shu Ange's head was full of question marks, and the man in Tsing Yi seemed to have a good impression of her, besides, why did he follow the funeral procession?

For some reason, although the man in Tsing Yi didn't look at Shu Ange again, she still had a self-inflicted guess in her heart, suspecting that he was with her all the way.

The ancestral grave of the Song family is not far from Longhe Village, and the young men are sweating profusely and put down the coffin.

Women are not allowed to attend the burial ceremony at the cemetery, and after the coffin is loosened, the woman has to leave early.

Shu An Gele was leisurely, and followed the woman who went with him to go back.

On the way back, few people were really sad, except for Shu Ange, everyone else talked and laughed.

In particular, the women hired by the Song family to cry spirits spoke as fast as machine guns, and when they giggled, they looked like old hens who had just laid eggs.

The young man was still following beside him, Shu Ange pursed his lips and snickered, his eyes lingering on him from time to time.

Others only regarded her as a city person, a fresh mountain scenery, and no one cared what she was looking at.

When he visited the church before, Shu Ange heard the master of ceremonies singing that the good period was in Xiaoyangchun, and he thought that it was now the eleventh month of the lunar calendar.

But after lifting the hijab and staying in Longhe Village for a few days, Shu Ange judged that it should be more than the eighth month of the lunar calendar and the eighth and ninth months of the solar calendar.

Thinking that the master of ceremonies has little culture, he picked some auspicious words at random and used them to officiate at the wedding.

The altitude of the mountain is high, and the temperature difference between day and night is large, which is much cooler than the weather below.

Shu Ange wore linen and filial piety and wore straw sandals, and went out early in the morning, if it wasn't for the support of aura, I am afraid that he would be frozen to the point that his blood was frozen.

The Tsing Yi man has a thin shirt and a graceful posture when he walks, he is like a heavenly man in the sun, and there is no flaw on his ivory white face.