When Wang Changsheng and the five of them arrived at the dock, they saw a large official ship docked at the dock, and a short and fat man in brocade kept walking around the dock, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing the five Wang Changsheng, the brocade-clothed man's eyes lit up, and he walked up quickly, his eyes swept over the five Wang Changsheng, and asked, "Dare to ask which one is Wang Changsheng's son?"

"I am," Wang Changsheng took two steps forward and said lightly.

"Wang Gongzi, under is Zhou Lang, the county of Laiyang County, responsible for sending several sons out of Dengzhou, there are many people on the boat, I hope that several sons will be cautious in their words and deeds, if someone asks about the origin of several sons, they will say that they are distant relatives of Zhou," the man in brocade said slowly.

"Zhou Juncheng, don't worry! We know how to do it, we will stay in the cabin, and we will never cause trouble for you," Wang Changsheng nodded and said.

"Yes, Zhou Juncheng, we won't cause you trouble," Chen Qiusheng and the four of them nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, the man in brocade nodded with satisfaction, and said, "That's good, that's good, a few sons come with me," After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the official ship parked by the dock.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng and the five of them raised their heels one after another.

Wang Changsheng and the five of them followed the man in brocade clothes to the official ship, and found that there were many supplies on the official ship, and more than a dozen officials were standing on the deck chatting.

Seeing Wang Changsheng and the five people on the boat, they didn't ask.

The man in brocade arranged a comfortable room for each of Wang Changsheng's five people, and told them not to run around, they would be brought three meals a day, and they would be told to get off the boat when they arrived at the destination.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng and the five people did not object, and nodded in agreement.

Closing the door, Wang Changsheng let go of his divine sense, swept all the people in the entire ship, and did not find a single immortal cultivator, he nodded, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and recuperated.

After a while, the official ship moved and slowly sailed into the distance.

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Kill Tiger Village, named because it is backed by Kill Tiger Mountain.

It is located at the junction of Minzhou and Yuanzhou, surrounded by mountains, and the location is remote, which is a notoriously poor and remote country.

On this day, five horses and five young men appeared at the entrance of the village, and at the front was a black horse, on which sat a young man in white with ordinary facial features.

The young man in white was none other than Wang Changsheng.

Half a month ago, Wang Changsheng disembarked at a wharf in Minzhou, then bought five fast horses, and hurried all the way to the junction of Minzhou and Yuanzhou.

At this time, the sun had already set, the sky gradually darkened, bursts of smoke rose in the village, seven or eight young children were playing at the entrance of the village, seeing Wang Changsheng five people, the young children were not afraid, curiously looking at Wang Changsheng five people, it seemed that it was not the first time to see a living person.

"Brother Changsheng, it's getting late, I think we'll spend the night here! Let's hurry again tomorrow!" Chen Qiusheng glanced up at the sky and opened his mouth to suggest.

"Well, then let's spend the night at a fellow villager's house!" Wang Changsheng nodded.

The five immediately dismounted, led the horses, and walked slowly into the village.

"Do you want to stay at my house, come to my house! My house is big enough," Wang Changsheng and the others had just walked into the village, and a middle-aged man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes quickly responded and said very enthusiastically.

"How do you know that we are the masters?" Wang Changsheng frowned and asked.

"Hehe, although the location of our Tiger Killing Village is remote, there are many business tourists passing through our village every year, and every three years, there will be people like these people dressed as masters passing through our Tiger Killing Village, don't hide a few people, my bed has been slept," the middle-aged man scratched his head, grinned, and said complacently.

Hearing this, Chen Qiusheng's faces were a little moved.

"Don't listen to this nonsense, there are no champions who have slept in his house at all, but there are a few dead people," a black-faced man with a big waist and a round waist walked over and said sarcastically.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face changed, and he yelled at the black-faced man: "Li Dahu, don't talk nonsense, whose family is dead? ”

"Hmph, is there a traveler who died at your house, you know it, if a few masters are not afraid of bad luck, when I didn't say it," the black-faced man snorted lightly and sneered.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his brows furrowed.

"A few gentlemen, there are travelers who died at my house, but it wasn't me Hu Er, they died of a violent illness," the middle-aged man explained.

"Died of a violent illness?hehe, thanks to what you said, who doesn't know that your house is haunted, and you don't live at home yourself, so you want these people to live in your house?" the black-faced man smiled and sneered.

"What kind of haunting? Don't talk nonsense, a few old men, my house is not haunted, you can live in my house! My house is big and spacious enough, two copper plates for one person, and sweet potatoes for you to eat, sweet potatoes are enough," the middle-aged man glared at the black-faced man, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said to Wang Changsheng.

"Is your family big enough, how much is it for one person," Wang Changsheng thought for a moment and asked the black-faced man.

"Well, the words of five people are a bit crowded, but my brother's house is next to my house, so you can let two people sleep in my brother's house, five copper plates and one person, if a few people are not afraid of bad luck, just sleep in Hu Er's house!"

"What do you think?" Wang Changsheng turned around and asked the four men in blue.

"Well, let's sleep at his house! The road to the capital is still long! We have to save a little flower," the man in blue thought for a moment and pointed to the middle-aged man.

"I agree with Brother Wencai's opinion, I never believe in any demons and monsters, if there really is, let that ghost come to me," the man in Tsing Yi said at the end, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes.

In this regard, Chen Qiusheng and the young people in Confucian shirts also agreed.

"Hmph, since you're not afraid of ghosts, then you can sleep in Hu Er's house! I hope I can see you again tomorrow," After speaking, the black-faced man turned around and left.

"Don't listen to Li Dahu's nonsense, he was beaten by me a few times when he was a child, so he made up lies and deliberately slandered me," the middle-aged man explained.

"Well, we're not interested in hearing this from you, take us to your house! we're hungry," the man in Tsing Yi waved his hand and said with some displeasure.

"Yes, yes, the little ones will show the way for a few masters, please follow me," the middle-aged man replied, turning and walking towards the house in the distance.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng and the five people led their horses to follow.

Along the way, Wang Changsheng and the five of them met many villagers, and these villagers shook their heads when they saw the five people following the middle-aged man, but they didn't say anything.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng and the five of them came to a lonely earthen courtyard, this earthen courtyard is indeed spacious enough, there are two rooms, but there is no second family for dozens of meters around.

A few dozen meters behind this earthen yard is planted with a dense banana tree.

"A few old men, this is my house, spacious enough!" the middle-aged man pointed to the courtyard and said with some smugness.

"Don't talk about those useless things, don't you say that there is something to eat, take them out, I'm hungry," the man in Tsing Yi waved his hand and urged.

The dry food they bought was eaten up in the morning, and he had been hungry for a day, so how could he be in the mood to listen to the middle-aged man say this.