The call lasted less than two minutes, and at this time, those people were almost at the cemetery, and the road here was sparsely populated, which also allowed Li Bingyang to see clearly.

"I don't have to worry about it, I can delay it if I can!"

Li Bingyang had already made up his mind in his heart, so he no longer hesitated, and also walked generously in the direction of the cemetery.

At this time, the more cautious and cringe he walked, the more he did not look good, and it was easy to arouse the suspicion of others, making people feel that he had a ghost in his heart, and even let the attacks of the group of middle-aged people be aimed at him in advance.

It's summer now, and the sun is still warm. There is no wind and cold water, and the strong man is gone, Li Bingyang's palms are clenched, and there is sweat inside.

"To the extreme, keep quiet. All things work together, and I look at it. There are many things, each to its roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, which means to return to life. Returning to life is said to be normal, and knowing is often said to be clear. I don't know what is usual, and I act in vain. ”

When he was in a hurry and panicked, Li Bingyang didn't know what to do better, and silently recited the words in the Taoist Sutra three times in his heart, which was regarded as his excitement, and he calmed down for the time being.

"There is calm in every major event, and I don't believe that there are no ancient sages in this world. I must not mess with myself. ”

Li Bingyang thought like this, and kept cheering himself up, it really had two or three points of effect, he was really not so scared, and even remembered other things in his mind.

"No wonder General Qi Jiguang said that when facing the enemy, the heaviest courage, no matter how high his kung fu is, if he has no courage, he will only play abnormally. ”

Thinking like this, after a short time, he had already walked in the direction of the cemetery, and the group of middle-aged people in front of him had already noticed him, so he couldn't panic, if it dragged on for about half an hour, someone from Yang Jingjing's side would definitely come over to help.

The group of middle-aged people seemed to have doubts, and slowly surrounded Li Bingyang.

Li Bingyang pretended to look at these people strangely: "What's the matter, why are you buying Banglian to see me!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be smiling, but in general he was quite polite, and before he was sure of Li Bingyang's intentions, he had no plans to do it: "Do you want to ask for a couplet? Today my father has something to do, and it is inconvenient to buy something, so you can go somewhere else and ask for a couplet." ”

"Your father?" Li Bingyang looked dazed, they are all heroes and heroes, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, rats and sons can make holes, and tiger fathers have no dogs. Why does this uncle's son look like a mixed social figure?

He arched his hand: "Why haven't you heard from the uncle?"

This style is anti-customer-oriented, putting the right to speak into their own hands, asking the other party's name, on the one hand, there is more buffer time, and on the other hand, it also gives yourself the opportunity to find out.

Wu Cheng was not in a hurry at all, Li Bingyang wanted to explore his background, why didn't he think like this.

"My name is Wu Cheng, you are the one who came, according to the etiquette, you should also introduce yourself when you ask my name. What do you say?"

"Wu Cheng, a good name! In ancient times, a single word was precious! A word, but it means that Jackie Chan becomes a tiger. ”

Li Bingyang smiled on his face, arched his hand, and praised it painlessly, anyway, there is nothing wrong with carrying people in a sedan chair!

"It turns out that the uncle in the door is surnamed Wu!"

He thought of this in his heart, and opened his mouth and said: "Oh, I heard the uncle mention you! You are a good young man, on behalf of the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau, I thank you, thank you for your willingness to donate the cultural relics in your family collection, I have just greeted my leaders, they said they will come in a while, don't worry, you might as well let me see things first?"

Li Bingyang saw that the middle-aged man's face was becoming more and more impatient, and secretly complained in his heart, there was no choice but to hold his head and stiffen up, pull a tiger skin as a banner, and see if he could bluff others.

When Wu Cheng heard Li Bingyang's words, his pupils shrank, and he was obviously stunned for a few seconds, before he came back to his senses and finally tore off his disguise.

When he heard that the officials of the imperial court were coming, he couldn't help but be afraid. The focus now is on how this matter could have attracted the attention of the cultural relics management units under the local yamen.

"When did I say this, who are you, stinky boy, tell me what you want to do today!"

"Okay, then let me introduce myself, my surname is Li, Mu Zili, my name is Bingyang, I am a student of Pingyuan University, and I am now interning at the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau!"

Li Bingyang's words were true and false, saying that he took out his student ID card of Pingyuan University, as if to prove it, quickly opened it, shook it in front of people, and others didn't see anything clearly except for his name.

"As for why I went and returned, I don't have to ask you, I met at nine o'clock, I waited here until ten o'clock, you haven't come over, and your old man has to wait for you to come back, I was ready to go, I met you halfway, walked for a while, turned my head and looked, you really came here, so I called our leader, and by the way, I came over to have a look. Go in and talk?"

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the old man saw Li Bingyang and Wu Cheng and the others together, and his eyes widened angrily: "Haha, God has no eyes, no wonder you write the Book of Filial Piety in front of me!"

As soon as Li Bingyang heard this, he knew that something was wrong, and quickly opened his mouth: "Uncle, didn't you say that you should wait for your son to come and then donate the Book of Filial Piety to the Cultural Relics Bureau, we waited for so long just now, but we didn't wait, I happened to meet him on the road just now, let's go in and talk about it?"

The old man understood Li Bingyang's words, his angry expression changed, and he was a little puzzled, but before he could speak, he saw an angry roar coming.

"Wu Shengyin, what do you want to do with your old immortal? If you don't keep your own things, you are going to take them outside. ”

Wu Cheng rushed into the air as he spoke, ready to step forward.

Li Bingyang was beside Wu Cheng, and when he saw Wu Cheng's movements, he hurriedly turned sideways to block it: "What's the matter?"

Wu Cheng slammed his hand with his hand: "Stinky boy, get out of here! It's none of your business here, where to fight, where to go back!"

Li Bingyang twisted his waist and stretched out his hand to grab it, although he is young, his height is not low, and he is already 1.75 meters, as the saying goes, there is some truth in this.

Li Bingyang's height was slightly taller than that of a middle-aged man, and he grabbed the past and held down Wu Cheng's hand.

Wu Cheng broke free and looked at Li Bingyang with his eyes: "I didn't expect you to have some kung fu foundation? Could it be that you are still a practitioner? ”

This will Wu Cheng also start to get serious, and this matter seems to be a bit tricky today.

Li Bingyang also seems to be a little soft: "Basic kung fu is not worth mentioning." Your name is Wu Cheng, right, I'll be polite, call you big brother, the tone of your conversation with the old man just now is not quite right, but today is not the time for a fight, let's sit down and have a good talk?"