Their family used to be a family of practitioners, but it declined.
The company's rule is that you can attack groups like monsters and practitioners however you want. As long as ordinary people are not involved, the company will not care about them, so these declining cultivator families are a pain in the ass.
Unless they hand over all the information about the practitioners in the clan and the spiritual entanglement method, the company will not care about their life and death, and they obviously can't do it. They are still hoping that someone in the clan will appear and half master it again. Descendants of powers other than mortals.
Now that you are in decline, people in the circle you have offended in the past, or even monsters who have been persecuted, will definitely come to your door.
Feng Wuli's money didn't come from strong winds, it was earned from collecting 'protection fees' from these declining families.
"Haha, what kind of store is Mr. Feng planning to open?"
"Well, I haven't thought about it yet." He was a little embarrassed. Others might think it was a joke. He said he wanted to buy someone else's shop before he had thought about it.
"Eh? I remember your family sells incense and candles."
"The old houses in that place are going to be demolished by the city."
"Oh? Is that the old store's relocation?"
"Forget it, but the incense shop is located in the city center..."
"That's right. I'm afraid we won't be able to do business. The incense and candle business here in Yancheng is quite good."
"There's nothing we can do about it."
"But Mr. Feng is a capable person and can do anything he wants."
"It was opened for my master." Feng Wuli said with a smile: "I don't expect her to make any money. She is a very nostalgic person. She will be sad for a long time if the shop that has been opened for hundreds of years is gone."
"Is...is that the one?"
"yes."
Zhao Yunshan swallowed his saliva and asked anxiously: "I heard that Mr. Wang Xilou is now an immortal?"
"Mr. Zhao still hasn't given up..." Obviously the other party is still interacting with people in the circle, and he is unwilling to lose the things passed down by his ancestors.
"well……"
"He has become an immortal."
"Really, really amazing."
He could only say this for a long time.
As a family of practitioners by the Xiangjiang River, the family motto engraved on the stone tablet at the ancestral home contains such a story at the bottom.
In the tenth year of Hongzhi, Zhao Jiading met two strangers from Zhao Er (father). What are the strangers? Twelve. Jia Ding was young and naughty, so he fell down into the well. Jia Ding screamed, and his father also shouted. Suddenly a strong wind blew up. The wind blew and the water overflowed. After a while, Jia Ding fell into the courtyard.
Inhuman!
However, unexpectedly, the wind and cold would not recover for several days. How sad it was that my father found two strangers. When he re-entered the courtyard, a new dwarf tree sprout had been added to the courtyard, with thousands of flowers swaying under it. My father told him his feelings. , fortunately, I received my love and gave Jia Ding a jujube.
Eat it and you will be healed within a few days.
After that, Jia and Ding came and went frequently. Brothers and sisters often came to visit and played among the flowers under the trees. The couple did not rush, but occasionally got a jujube and drove them to the alley outside the courtyard. The wind blew under their clothes, which made them very happy.
In the next year, my husband died and my wife was white all day long. This was the case year after year. It was a year of disaster and epidemic. My father died, and my mother followed him two years ago. My brothers and sisters were separated one after another. It has been forty years since then, and I have been traveling through the old times in hiding. In front of an old house in a mean alley.
The person who pushed out the door was a woman dressed in plain clothes, as if she was from another world.
There was a jujube tree in the courtyard, and the pavilions were like canopies. When I was invited to the courtyard, Jia Ding was filled with soreness and pain in his stomach and he didn't know what to say. When he got a jujube, he ate it and his tears flowed down his face.
The taste here is so helpless, accompanied by the astringent and bitter jujube, all of which are swallowed into the stomach.
At that time, there was a war and chaos, and the woman felt sorry for Jia Ding who had wasted half his life, so he recommended Yunlu Palace to learn Taoism and Mingli. However, Jia Ding was a slave, and he had not been able to practice Taoism for three years. He also married the Han family in Yancheng, sought hundreds of methods, and learned about different people, but he failed. The women on the border of Hunan were horrified and timid and did not dare to go further.
Many mixed feelings and wonderful methods are left for future generations to observe.
May there be much joy, may happiness last forever, may the mountains and rivers be safe, and may the world be well--the forty years of Jiajing
Zhao Yunshan is the twenty-third grandson of Zhao Jiading. He heard word of mouth from his elders that on the day this ancestor passed away, a woman in filial piety came from nowhere, stood there for a while and then disappeared without knowing where she was.
Later, some ancestors in the clan relied on the cultivation methods left by Zhao Jiading and really embarked on the path of cultivation. They continued to improve it from generation to generation, reaching the peak for a while, and then gradually declined.
After several generations of exploration, it was actually suspected that the Xiangbian woman who existed in the ancestral monument was probably Wang Xilou, who even the immortals dared to beat.
Feng Wuli said: "Fortunately, if the store opens, you can come and sit.
"Haha! That's for sure! I will personally send two flower baskets there then."
"By the way, let's talk about this shop..."
Zhao Yunshan's Yancheng accent was so serious that Feng Wuli frowned when he heard it.
After asking, he found out that there were at least seven or eight shops along this street that he had invested in, and they were all bought when the real estates were launched. If Feng Wuxi wanted to buy them, he must have agreed.
He even said he was willing to give it as a gift, but Feng Wuli was unwilling to accept it. The other party was very sorry, but he could have guessed the result.
After running around for a few more days, he found another shop in the city center under his property rights. It was not big, only about 70 square meters.
Feng Wuli actually did not recognize that Zhao Yunshan, who sold the shop to him, was actually the descendant of Zhao Er, who sold the incense and candle shop to him and Wang Xilou five hundred years ago.
It can only be said that there is always destiny somewhere.
When I got home, it was already eleven o'clock in the afternoon. Wang Xilou had gone somewhere, and Chifu went to work again. He didn't tell her in advance that day, and he was angry for several days.
Ye Ji was at home, with two polar bears in the living room. It seemed like no one was playing with her anymore, so she had one cat talking to the two dolls.
Feng Wuli felt a little guilty.
"Are you home alone?"
The black cat rolled in a circle on the ground and said, "You never take me with you when you go out to play."
"Where's Wanwan?"
"Wanwan went to play with the little monsters nearby. There are many elementary monsters nearby."
"You can go too." Feng Wuli gently picked up the cat from the ground, held it in his arms and rubbed her belly. Ye Ji would also stretch her body in his arms.
"They are all afraid of me, and I won't eat them...I am obviously just a kitten."
Logically speaking, they couldn't feel Ye Ji's spirit, so they shouldn't be afraid of her. Feng Wuli grabbed one of her paws, pressed her little flesh pad, and saw a wound smaller than a grain of rice.
The injury of the ancient god has not yet healed, and those monsters are afraid of the aura of the ancient god on her body.
Feng Wuli pinched Ye Ji's chin and played with her mustache, while walking to the study room. A new computer was installed in the study room. He installed it by himself after reading the online guide, and finally eliminated the big Rome in the old street.
The keyboard is the Shuangfeiyan keyboard from the previous Internet cafe. It is very comfortable for my hands. The mechanical keyboard is too sensitive and I am not used to typing.
He has always been very strong in execution. He doesn't like to procrastinate when deciding what to do. He also has to check various things, what certificates are needed to open a store, what materials are needed to prepare, how to find connection resources, and even the instructor suddenly came to him for arrangements. Task.
Wang Xilou is really making a lot of money by having a disciple like him.
He sat down and put Ye Ji on his lap and said, "After I finish my work, can I take you out to play in the afternoon?"
"Okay~" She agreed obediently.
"Call Wanwan, and I'll take you to the park to throw the Frisbee."
"I can't outrun Wanwan..."
"I asked her to give it to you."
"Okay~"
As the semester approaches, he was suddenly informed by his counselor to be an outstanding student representative, and then he would have to give a speech in front of all freshmen in the department at the beginning of the semester.
I have to write the speech myself, which is very annoying.
There was no way, mainly because his admission score was nearly 60 points higher than that of the department. Let alone the department, he seemed to have the highest score among the freshmen of Hunan University, and his other conditions were also very good, and his appearance was also good.
Sitting in front of the computer, not knowing how to write for a long time, he clicked on Xie Jieshu's chat box: "Write a speech for me, 800 words, for a fee."
Xie Jieshu: How much
Feng Wuli: You said
Xie Jieshu: 50
Feng Wuli: OK
Xie Jieshu:……
Xie Jieshu: Add 50, and I can write you a supreme version with more rigorous logic, more beautiful words, and more emotion.
Feng Wuli: OK
Xie Jieshu:……
Feng Wuli: You can’t add more. Are you short of money?
Xie Jieshu: My dad has an operation this year, which will cost a lot of money.
She had never told them this. Feng Wuli raised his eyebrows.
Feng Wuli: How much difference?
Xie Jieshu: I have enough money, but life is not that easy. I am used to spending money lavishly and cannot live a hard life.
Feng Wuli didn't know what to say. This shadow was really naughty. He left a message to write the manuscript quickly, and then gave him a hundred yuan in red envelopes.
Xie Jieshu: Thank you, boss!
Feng Wuli: When will you go back to school?
Xie Jieshu: Next Wednesday
Generally speaking, they don't need to go that early, but they have military training in late August and have to return to school early.
Feng Wuli: Oh
Xie Jieshu: This is another price.
Feng Wuli was too lazy to pay attention to this increasingly unscrupulous woman. He sent a [daze] emoticon and ignored her, then clicked into a dormitory group.
Although he does not live in the dormitory, he must have been allocated a dormitory space. He can apply to move out when the time comes, but he has no plans to move out. It would be good to have a place to stay in the school. If there are classes in the morning and afternoon, he can also go back. Take a break in the dormitory.
The mouse was patted by a furry paw that quietly stretched out.
Feng Wuli lowered his head, and Ye Ji also turned to look at him, tilting her head.
Zheng Chuanbo: @风无理, laolao, caicai, belt.
Zheng Chuanbo: [Screenshot] Two masters short of each other
Feng Wuli: I won’t fight anymore, I’m a little busy.
Zheng Chuanbo: Are you busy with the start of school? I have packed my things and put them in my box
Feng Wuli: Fortunately, I’m near the school and there’s nothing to clean up.
Zheng Chuanbo:......
Wang Qingfeng:......
Emilia Carbon:…
Why is there another one whose notes haven’t been changed? What’s his name? It seems to be Zhou or something.
This dormitory group is a new group created by the instructor after he released the dormitory list a few days ago. He rarely talks in large groups, but he plays well with a few people in sweet ranking. This Zheng Chuanbo is one of the few who often shouts and goes online together. The other two are relatively unknown.
Zheng Chuanbo: What are you busy with? I’m almost bored to death after taking so many days off.
The doorknob of the house was opened. Wang Xilou came back from outside, carrying a few bags of vegetables on his wrist, and walked in unsteadily.
"How long does it take to buy groceries?" Feng Wuli asked.
Wang Xilou put the plastic bag he was carrying on the table, took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, and took a big gulp: "You don't know, I just came back from shopping and passed by the artificial lake, and the master suddenly met There is a large group of people in Hei Yangyang, and every one of them is surrounded by black energy.
Master asked you what you are doing?
Then they said: My dear, don’t be afraid, we are wandering spirits in a nearby cemetery and we will not harm anyone.
Master asked why you were blocking me, and the sun dared to come out so brightly, a gust of wind would blow you all away. "
She drank a few more sips of Coke, licked her lips, and walked to the kitchen carrying the plastic bags. As she walked, she said: "Those wandering spirits said: They have learned that there is a plague ghost in the north who wants to go south to spread the plague." , the people will definitely be in dire straits by then. They are determined to work together to expel those plague ghosts, but they are suffering from the lack of weapons and iron in their hands, so they need the girl's help.
We have been making inquiries for a long time and learned that the girl has an incense and candle shop in her home. We hope that the girl can prepare weapons and iron for them so that they can fight against the plague ghost.
The leader told her: First of all, gold foil is used as armor, which requires 108 sets, and silver foil is used as weapons, which requires 108 pieces, and all kinds of weapons are required. In addition, yellow paper seals the cylinder, which is used for suppression. Seal the plague ghost. Remember to complete it within three days and burn it in front of the cemetery on the evening of the third day. Remember, remember! "
"Then you went to prepare these things for them?"
"No, Master asked them to lead the way."
"..."
"Then Master actually found a group of plague ghosts according to what they said and crushed them to death, so he came back so late."
Feng Wuli didn't know what to say. He could only say that those wandering souls... really know how to pick people.
"But it's really strange." Wang Xilou thought about it for a moment and said, "It always feels like those epidemic ghosts are more likely to have a big epidemic coming, right?"
"How can there be any major epidemic? Modern medicine is so advanced... but it's hard to say."
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Are pine nuts long?
As for the classical Chinese part... Songzi is a physics major, so just let it pass and I'll kill anyone who finds fault with it.
(End of chapter)
