Soon after Xu Baichuan's indifferent words fell, an old voice came from the coffin.

"Childe is really a good means. ”

Then, a rickety old man emerged from the coffin, with a wry smile on his face.

After he appeared, a wind blew and rolled the snow towards him, but it did not fall on him, but straight through it, landing on the coffin.

There is a gap between the old man's neck, and his body is also transparent, which all confirms that he is not a human being, but a dead soul.

The old man looked at Xu Baichuan, who seemed to be an ordinary person, and his heart was full of jealousy, but he didn't show it on his face, he still was, with that bitter look and helplessness on his face.

He's just a ghost, so what can he do?

What you can think can only be thought in your heart.

Xu Baichuan thought for a moment and said: "After ordinary people die, their souls can stay in the world for seven days at most, if you can't find someone to support, or if you change the method of cultivating ghosts, it will dissipate between heaven and earth after seven days, Feng Cheng didn't feed you with his own essence and blood, and you haven't cultivated, it's been a full month since you died, how did you survive?"

The old man was silent.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "Actually, if you don't say it, I can guess a few points, there are not many means for ghosts to use in this heaven and earth, and there are only so many of them, Feng Cheng's qualifications are good, and he is related to you, so what you have to do is obvious." ”

The old man was still silent, but his expression had changed.

What he wants to do is not anything else, but to give up, when he was young, he once worshipped a Taoist as a teacher, exhausted his family wealth and practiced for a period of time, Denmark and his talent is really dull, practiced for more than ten years, and still did not enter the realm of cultivation, so the Taoist sent him home, just read in the years of master-apprentice feelings, and passed on to him a method, his own talent is insufficient, then change one person, but the talent of cultivation is one in a thousand, how can it be so easy to meet, so he gradually extinguished his mind, began to start a family, until his grandson is Feng Cheng was born, only to rekindle his mind, on that day, he set a fire, and since then he has been here, on the one hand, he raised Feng Cheng, and on the other hand, he practiced the method of seizing the abandonment, he originally wanted to wait until Feng Cheng was eighteen years old and crowned before taking the abandonment, but he didn't expect to be killed early, so he became what he is now, and his idea was a little frustrated.

Xu Baichuan said with a smile: "Everyone is born with different cultivation qualifications, they can only be recognized, they can't be changed, you want to take away Feng Cheng, it's a wrong thing." ”

The old man was silent for a long time, but finally responded.

"Practicing for decades is like a day, but you can't step in, it is inevitable that there will be demonic obstacles, obviously as long as you take a step, the world you see will be different, you can be called a god like you, you can live forever, and you can even sit and lie in the clouds, all of this, only that step, only your own cultivation qualifications, since I can't, then why can't I find my grandson, he was born and raised by me, and it is natural to return the body to me. ”

In the end, the old man has already shown his hideousness.

This is a fallacious reasoning, when you see someone good, you will take it away, even if it is your own children and grandchildren, you will not be soft-hearted, and you are really dizzy.

Xu Baichuan didn't say anything more, nor did he make any moves, the old man's body was in the coffin, and the soul body was naturally among them, and he couldn't get rid of it, now the old man said that it was his own business, and when Feng Cheng came back, everything would be clear.

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......

Feng Cheng, who was carrying a wooden sword, walked on the street, his face was calm, mixed with the wind and snow, it was a good scene.

Although it snowed heavily and the atmosphere was cold, there were still pedestrians walking on the road, and today was the day of the market, so there were many merchants on the streets.

Among them is Feng Cheng's acquaintance, who is a peddler who sells steamed buns.

The vendor stopped Feng Cheng, and in Feng Cheng's confusion, he quickly picked up four buns from the stall and handed them to him.

Feng Cheng didn't refuse, and said thank you when he took it.

The hawker is also only seventeen years old, and Feng Cheng can be said to have grown up wearing a pair of pants, they have been playing together since they were children, and their feelings are very deep, and after Feng Cheng suffered, he never gave up, and Feng Cheng also survived by relying on the help of the hawker.

The vendor pulled out a stool for Feng Cheng to sit down, looked at the strange wooden sword, and asked, "What are you doing with this wooden thing, do you want to find Master Street Yan to learn carpentry?"

It's not for nothing that the hawker asked this, in his opinion, it is impossible for him to help Feng Cheng all his life, that is not realistic, Feng Cheng will soon be crowned, a good man, he should have to support himself, so he will come out with this one.

Feng Cheng ate the buns one by one, and soon burped, he didn't answer the peddler, could it be that he wanted to say that he was holding the wooden sword to take revenge? He knew that if he said it, the peddler would definitely scold him.

Seeing that Feng Cheng didn't respond, the vendor was not annoyed, but just smiled and poured a bowl of water from the kettle to Feng Cheng, and after finishing it, he stopped caring and started shouting business.

Feng Cheng drank the water, hiccuped, and after resting for a while, he got up and left, what Xu Baichuan said he firmly remembered in his heart, he only had two hours, and he couldn't delay too much.

The peddler saw Feng Cheng leaving, because he really went to find the carpentry master, so he didn't care.

Walking on the street, with the road in his memory, Feng Cheng walked a distance and stopped at a place called the Black Tiger Gambling Stall.

tightened the wooden sword in his hand, and walked into the gambling stall amid the strange eyes around him.

The gambling stalls are full of people's voices, the breath is dull, and all kinds of hustle and bustle are endless, listening to the ears, it makes people dizzy.

Although Feng Cheng had been here once, he was still not used to it the second time, so he thought about finishing it earlier and leaving here earlier.

It just so happened that there were only a few people he wanted to kill, so it shouldn't take much effort.

Feng Cheng carried a wooden sword, even in the mixed gambling stalls, it was extremely conspicuous, and the clothes on his body were really not good enough, so he was identified as a troublemaker.

Looking at the big man who appeared in front of him, Feng Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't stop swinging, but despite this, he didn't take half a step back.

The wooden sword in his hand was held tighter.

Dahan frowned, he was not very happy, his mood was definitely not good, not long ago he had just pulled a little lady who gambled into his arms, and before he had time to play, he was going to come out to deal with Feng Cheng, I am afraid that most people will not be in a good mood when they encounter this.

The big man said evilly: "Little beggar, get out of the way, there are no leftovers you want here, get out of here." ”

Feng Cheng said seriously: "I'm not a beggar, I'm here to find someone." ”

"Looking for someone?" the big man said disdainfully: "We are a gambling stall here, no matter what we do, we must have silver, you look at you who are poor and sour, how do you look like a rich man? ”

Feng Cheng turned a deaf ear and did not retreat.

The big man spat on the ground and snorted coldly: "I see that you are toasting and not eating punishment wine, since you don't want to go out standing, then go out lying down!"

Before the words fell, the big man let out a loud sigh, and then threw a punch, which was about to smash on Feng Cheng's body, and at this time, the wooden sword shook and emitted a slight sword sound, and the big man flew out upside down in response.

The gambling stalls fell silent.

The big man fell in the crowd, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, unbelievable, he had practiced martial arts, and he was also a little famous among the Taipings, he thought that his punch just now was nine out of ten, and even thought about whether to retract his strength in case Feng Cheng was killed.

But now it seems that he is not doing enough.

This sudden incident alarmed many people, and soon the gambling manager rushed to hear the sound, and after seeing the big man's injury, his face was full of solemnity.

He has been practicing martial arts for decades, and he is considered to be the number one person, and he has seen many masters of the rivers and lakes make moves, but he has never seen such a powerful one, with a wooden sword alone, he can beat people to such a point, and the person holding the wooden sword is still a weak and inaccessible teenager, which makes him more cautious.

The steward performed a Jianghu etiquette, clasped his hands into fists, and said loudly: "A certain Zhenjiang Dao Shi'an, dare to ask who your Excellency is, what is it about our Black Tiger Gang that has caused your Excellency to be unhappy, Your Excellency please tell me." ”

Feng Cheng looked at Shi An and didn't say anything, but his eyes became more and more fierce.

He recognized Shi An, and his grandfather was stabbed to death by Shi An.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

Feng Cheng didn't know swordsmanship, and he hadn't practiced martial arts, but since he held this wooden sword, many thoughts had arisen in his heart, he knew that this was a sword move, and he just had to swing it according to it.

The next moment, the wooden sword moved, slashing through a mysterious trajectory in the air, and stabbed straight at Shi An.

Seeing that things were inevitable, Shi An no longer thought about how to reconcile, but took the knife handed to him by his entourage, said loudly, and then drove his own qi and blood, brought a touch of knife light, and greeted Feng Cheng.

This knife is powerful and heavy, he can be called Zhenjiang Knife, naturally he is a little famous, but no matter how good he is at cultivating ordinary martial arts, he can only be in the ordinary rivers and lakes, although Feng Cheng does not know martial arts, but the wooden sword in his hand has the sword qi of Xu Baichuan, compared with the knife, it is simply the difference between cloud and mud, and the two are not the same.

Soon, Shi An's sword-wielding hand was numb, and if he hadn't relied on his strong body, he would have been defeated and retreated.

Feng Cheng forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, took a deep breath, and swung his sword again.

Shi An gritted his teeth and raised his knife, wanting to stop this sword, but he could stop the wooden sword, but he couldn't stop the sword qi, and the right hand holding the knife soon bled like a lot, no matter how much he kept struggling to resist, it was in vain after all, and he had no strength to fight again.

With a clang, the broadsword fell to the ground, and he was half-kneeling on the ground with his right arm in his grip.

"Who is Your Excellency, and where did my Black Tiger Gang provoke Your Excellency?"

There was a bit of heroic twilight in his voice.

Feng Cheng said seriously: "My name is Feng Cheng, and I will kill you." ”