The night was bright, the sky was full of stars, a purple shimmer slowly fell, and suddenly another blue light rose up, occupying the position of the original purple star, and it became brighter and brighter.

With a crisp sound, the three copper coins fell in response, rolling on the ground for a long time, but they refused to fall, and finally stood on the table regardless of the front and back.

An old man shook his long sleeves and put the three copper coins in his hand, and his brows, which were already frowning, were even more entangled into the word "Sichuan" at this time, and after a long time, he slowly said: "The prince made you the Marquis of Xiping?"

"This ...... In this battle of Beihai, although the sons and daughters have done their best, they must be the Son of Heaven......" Before Ji Fa's words were finished, he saw that the old man's face was getting more and more ugly, and his heart was tight, and he didn't dare to say any more.

"What else does the prince have to say?" The old man took a sip of tea, played with the cup in his hand, and took a deep breath between his noses, "This tea is fragrant and elegant, can you know who gave it away?"

Ji Fa heard the man's question, and hurriedly replied: "This tea...... It seems to have been given by someone from Moyi City, but it is unknown who it is. ”

"Oh, then there's no need to pursue it. The old man raised his eyebrows, pointed to the sky and said, "Between March, the stars are suddenly lightless, the sky is disordered, presumably the world has changed, I look at it for three years, it is Denghou Jishi, if it is a great ambition, you can stay at that time." ”

Ji Fa heard what the old man said, nodded yes, thanked the grace before slowly retreating, three years later, three years later, the daylily was cold!

"Pingxi Hou...... Hehehe...... That's kind of interesting......"

If it weren't for Li Jing's wife Yin's urgent search for Nezha, Zhang Dixin almost forgot the time, and after a day of getting along, the two of them thought that they hated to see each other late, and they had a lot of sympathy for each other.

It's just that this good friendship can't compare to the mother's return to the house for dinner, Zhang Dixin repeatedly retained, and the Yin family was only afraid that Nezha would cause trouble, where would he be willing to take the little guy alive or dead......

Sending Nezha away, Zhang Dixin did not return to Shouwang Palace, but secretly went to a no-man's land, opened the bag, and took out a dark blue flag.

On the flag, the silver line of the road is like a star, the star is connected into a piece, like a long river, and like a river, and the lines seem to be alive in general, holding it in the hand, I actually feel that it is flowing slowly, looking at it, but it is difficult to distinguish.

Holding the flag, Zhang Dixin felt that he was in the middle of the ocean, a moment of vast and tranquil, a moment of surging waves, a moment of comfort and peace, a moment of water waves, there were thousands of feelings, but they could not comment on them one by one.

Zhang Dixin pinched this flag, although he didn't know what it was, he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, borrowing this flag in a hurry, it was really not an ordinary product.

In the earlier battle of Beihai, Emperor Zhang Xin destroyed the seal, and the flag of beast control in his hand turned into a blue light and fell directly in his hands.

God-given treasure, Zhang Dixin did not accept the gift, although the warehouse borrowed fell into the hands of the prince, but it is not good to ask for it again, he is the minister of the guilty king, it is not easy to ask for it, not to mention, the cultivator, the treasure is taken away, the skill is not as good as the person, and it is not possible to ask for it shamelessly.

Since you don't want it, then I won't give it, even if you want it, I won't necessarily give it, Zhang Dixin has already calculated the wording in his heart, so he naturally refuses to return the flag, and the meat in his mouth, His Royal Highness the Prince, will never give away a piece!

After watching for a long time, Zhang Dixin couldn't help frowning, although he knew that this flag was a treasure, he didn't know how to use it, which was a real headache.

No matter how bad the tiger is, it is also a magic weapon, but this flag is only the size of a palm, so you can't take it out and smash people, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Dixin couldn't help but shake his head, and couldn't help complaining in his heart about the unruly Taoist people, you are here, why don't you leave some cultivation methods or something, so that you don't even know your current cultivation, let alone your own strength.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, but it was a group of people and horses, hurrying over, and the people walking in front of them, their faces were even panicked, and they urged while walking: "Master go quickly, master go quickly!"

The man in the back was dressed in a gossip robe, holding a dust-whisk, sitting upright on the horse, his face was slightly red, as if he had just drunk wine, his cheekbones were bulging, and he had a black mole under his nose and a long hair on the mole, and he was trembling with people: "Don't worry, where the poor road goes, why worry about ghosts and ghosts?"

"Yes...... Yes, what the master said!" The man heard the words of the Taoist priest and hurriedly echoed the words, but his pace did not slow down in the slightest, only causing everyone to speed up their steps.

If he is really a master, he may be able to learn a thing or two, Zhang Dixin hurriedly put away the flag and walked to the middle of the road: "Hey, little brother, why are you in such a hurry?"

The man who led the way glanced at Zhang Dixin, and saw that he was dressed extraordinarily, as if he was the son of everyone, although he was anxious, he was not abrupt, so he could only answer patiently.

Zhang Dixin only then knew that this was the south of Moyi City, claiming to be the lord of Songjiazhuang in the southern suburbs, the descendants of Song Yiren, in recent days, the owner of Song Zhuang built a new house, but for some reason, it was built more than seven or eight times, all of which were fire in the beams of the house for no reason.

Song Yiren was very shocked, so he sent someone to check, a group of good hands, but was beaten out by the five-colored wind, it happened that at this time a person passed by, saying that there was a spirit to haunt, and the altar was opened that night, but unexpectedly, after one night, the house was burned, and the person did not know where to go.

In this way, Song Yiren invited several people, not only did he not see the effect, but the mage he invited was also more embarrassed than the other, and today, he is already the first person.

As soon as Zhang Dixin heard the name, he felt familiar, and he thought sharply in his mind, and then remembered that this person was the eldest brother of the immortal Xiaoqiang Jiang Ziya in "Fengshen Interpretation", who was extremely righteous and had given Jiang Shang countless helps.

That spirit is probably the five-way god in Song Yiren's garden in the novel, this no demon has no ability, and can only be accepted by Jiang Ziya to do the hard labor of repairing the old god platform.

"Is this mage's surname Jiang?" Zhang Dixin asked as he looked at the man on the horse.

When the Taoist heard the word "Jiang", he was immediately overjoyed, laughed, and pointed at Zhang Dixin and said: "Seeing that you are still a good person, this will go with me, and you will not be able to benefit from you!"

Damn! This is Jiang Ziya?! Zhang Dixin was taken aback in his heart, according to legend, when Jiang Ziya came out of the mountain, he was already more than sixty years old, although he was not a powerful person, but he was also a fairy wind bone, the appearance of a master outside the world, when he saw it today, how could he be born like this!

Could it be that the later Zhou Shi beautified Jiang Ziya......? This looks ...... also Thinking of these, Zhang Dixin couldn't help but make up for the scene of this god in his mind, and he couldn't help but tremble behind his back, the picture was too beautiful, I couldn't imagine it!

"Let's go, let's go! hurry up, the owner is still waiting!" the subordinate urged in front, Zhang Dixin was curious, followed closely behind the team, and the group hurried to Songjiazhuang.

"Master Jiang! Oh, Master Jiang, you're finally here!" The group had just arrived at the Song Mansion, and the old man, who had been over a year old, hurriedly greeted him with a tray in his hand.

As soon as the man looked at the silver, a chrysanthemum bloomed on his face instantly, and the hairs on the black mole trembled, and he held the old man with one hand: "Lord Song Zhuang is polite, Lord Song Zhuang is polite!"

"Master Jiang Gaoyi, please come in quickly!" The old man was naturally Song Yiren, and when he gave the silver, he pulled the Taoist priest to the house, "Master Jiang, the little old man knows that the road is far away, so he specially prepared wine and food, and asked the master not to give up!"

"Hehehe...... That ghost, but the local chicken and the dog, what a way!" the Taoist smiled, but his body was in front of Song Yiren, "The master of Song Zhuang has bothered, and when the poor Dao is full of wine and food, he will definitely return the Song Mansion to peace." ”

Song Yiren only thought that this person must have the ability, and he didn't doubt it in his heart, so he hurriedly said yes, asked his subordinates to lead the way, and the group walked to the house.

Seeing Jiang Ziya like this, Zhang Dixin couldn't help but shake his head, this is clearly a foodie straw bag, where is there a little bit of guidance!

The group walked to the back garden, and saw several unfinished houses among the flowers, the man looked at it and said: "Sure enough, good feng shui, build a building here, according to feng shui, there are thirty-six jade belts, and the gold belt is the number of a liter of sesame!"

Zhang Dixin couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this person recite the sentences in the original book, this ...... This ginger tooth...... It was also so unexpected......

"The master is really clever!" Song Yiren had already asked someone to observe Feng Shui, and after hearing him say well, he had more trust in Master Jiang in his heart, and gave a respectful salute, "This monster is very powerful, please bother the master." ”

Master Jiang smiled, only said trivial things, but did not stop, and went straight to the hall, Song Yiren had already prepared a meal, Jiang Ziya was naturally feasting.

This...... It's unimaginable...... Zhang Dixin never expected that the real Jiang Ziya would act like this, if he described Jiang Shang like this in the future generations, I am afraid that he would be called a madman, but the reality is that a living Jiang Taigong has appeared in front of his eyes......

After the wine and food were full, it was already the end of the day, in the garden, the altar had already been prepared, Master Jiang burped, wiped the oil on his mouth, picked up the peachwood sword, and muttered something in his mouth, only pointed at the burning candle, and a flame rose!

Where the flame fell, a black smoke rose, Master Jiang's hand was thrust into the furnace, a smoke and dust rose, fell in the blood bowl, a yellow curtain flew up, and the wooden sword was on the step, drawing deeply, and in an instant, a spirit rune flew out!

Where has Song Yiren seen this scene, only that Master Jiang is powerful, and he thought that he had come to Master Daoshen, and he was suddenly overjoyed in his heart, and secretly said that he had invited the right person this time, and the silver that was scattered was not wasted......

This...... Zhang Dixin looked at Master Jiang's approach, but his brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, this is a priesthood spell, how can it feel like a ghost in the later generations, as for those actions, it seems to be ...... It seems that the Northeast Nagada danced the great god?!