"Actually, these ghosts are also divided into levels." As I was talking, Yang Lan came back with Heizi.
"Sister." I greeted with a smile.
"Nephew, why are you here?" Heizi said, stepping forward and hugging Yang Zhi's shoulders.
I felt that he deliberately exposed the gauze wrapped on his hand.
"Mom, I'm listening to Uncle Zhang tell a story." Yang Zhi turned around and smiled.
"Come on, sister, let's listen together." Heizi said and prepared a stool for Yang Lan.
"Uncle, keep going." Yang Zhi said and looked at me.
"That's it, let your sister listen and gain knowledge." Yang Lan also sat down with a smile.
The three of them sat around the table, looking at me eagerly.
"You guys are making me look like a storyteller. I don't even know how to speak." I smiled awkwardly.
"You just mentioned that these ghosts are also divided into levels." Yang Zhi kindly reminded.
"Is there such a thing? Why didn't you tell me?" Heizi was unhappy.
"Uncle Heizi, you don't understand this?" Yang Zhi turned to look at Heizi with a puzzled look.
"How could it be possible that you don't understand, how do I catch ghosts? I just don't understand completely, not completely..." Heizi then realized that he had let the matter slip, and quickly made peace with himself.
Of course Yang Lan knew it very well, so she didn't expose it, she just covered her mouth and snickered.
But this way, Kuroko wouldn't dare to talk any more.
"Yes, from low to high they are gray, white, yellow, black, red and green." I nodded and said.
"Wow, the red-clothed ghost ranks second?" Yang Zhi became excited.
"This is not based on clothes, but on the color of breath. Whatever clothes a person wore when he died will be what he wears when he becomes a ghost." I waved my hand and explained.
Heizi heard what I said and moved his mouth to ask a question, but looked at Yang Zhi and held back.
"Then what's the difference between this level?" Yang Lan also became curious.
When Heizi heard this, he nodded quickly and looked at me. It seemed that what Yang Lan wanted to ask was also what he wanted to ask.
"The gray ones are ordinary ghosts. They don't do any harm and can scare people at most. The white ones have some intelligence and may actively harass humans. The yellow ones have a hint of resentment and are more terrifying..."
"The black one has evil energy, which can hurt and harm others. The red one is powerful and contains evil energy and resentment. The green one is basically at the level of a ghost king." After I finished speaking, I looked at Heizi.
Heizi nodded thoughtfully, and Yang Zhi happened to see him.
"Uncle Heizi, don't you know this?" Yang Zhi was also childish.
"How could I not know? I am saying that my senior brother is right." Heizi's smile was forced and a bit embarrassing.
"Okay, that's all for today. You just need to have a rough understanding of these things. Are you not so curious now?" I looked at Yang Zhi and asked.
"Hmm, now that I know this, I won't stop thinking about it. It's much more complicated than I thought. Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Yang Zhi nodded with satisfaction.
Yang Lan also looked at me with a smile on his face, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Okay, let's have dinner together as a family today." Yang Lan stood up with a smile and walked towards the kitchen.
"Mom, let me help you." Yang Zhi also got up and chased after her.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier? I'm following you like a fool." Heizi lowered his voice and came to me to complain.
"Be confident and remove the image." I lowered my head to carve the wood without even looking at him.
"Your uncle, what level is the female ghost in red we met? What color is she?" Heizi's curiosity defeated his face.
"It's black. The one on your shoulder on the mountain is also black..." I said, raising my head with dark eyes and a wicked smile on my lips.
"I'll give you goosebumps in broad daylight. Goodbye." Heizi said as he got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Looking at Heizi's back, I smiled proudly.
"You kid said I'm a mad dog." I couldn't help but cursed secretly.
After dinner, Yang Lan went to work, and Yang Zhi stayed in the store to play. Heizi was afraid of spilling the beans, so he didn't dare to talk about ghosts and gods, so he talked to Yang Zhi about his time as a soldier.
I will continue what I am doing. Master Fang’s scabbard cannot be careless.
But the broken sword in my hand is the Meteor Iron Demon Blade. I haven't told Heizi yet because I'm afraid he will be jealous.
Master Fang really hasn't come over in the past two days. He seems to be very confident about my craftsmanship.
As Zhenren Fang said about my foot injury, I was able to touch the ground on the third day. Apart from some soreness, I no longer felt any pain.
"I didn't expect you to have such skills." Heizi praised him repeatedly while holding the finished scabbard.
"It never changes without departing from its origin, which is similar to making a mahogany sword." I smiled and took out another piece of wood.
"Isn't this done? What else should we do?" Heizi was a little confused.
"Oh, it's nothing. Let's make a scabbard for this dagger." I pretended to be casual and pointed at the meteorite devil-bending blade on the table.
"What's there to do with this broken knife..." Heizi looked disdainful.
"This is a sword, not to mention it was left by the master. Don't talk nonsense." I deliberately made a serious face.
"The master left it? Is it a magic weapon?" Unexpectedly, Heizi suddenly had an idea.
As the boy spoke, he grabbed the Meteor Iron Demon-Subduing Blade in his hand and looked at it carefully from all directions.
"Haha, you are treating me like a monkey again..." Heizi smiled coldly, threw away the sword, turned around and walked out the door.
I'm secretly proud of myself. It's because you don't know what you're talking about. You can't blame me.
"Where are you going?" I asked hypocritically.
"Get the express." Heizi turned and gave me a ghostly smile.
Not long after Heizi left, Master Fang came with the little Taoist boy.
"Blessings are immeasurable, Heavenly Lord." I quickly stood up and saluted.
"Blessings and Infinite Heavenly Lord." Fang Zhenren smiled and clasped his fists.
"Crush these herbs and apply them on the injured area for a week. Don't burn the root of the disease." Master Fang said, handing over bundles of divided herbs.
"The master went to the mountain to pick this himself." The little Taoist boy came over.
"Thank you, Master." I quickly bowed deeply, feeling inexplicably moved in my heart.
"Your master and I also have some friendship. Your master has left, and you are considered half of my disciple. I will try my best to help you wherever I can in the future." Master Fang waved his hand, and what he said almost made me cry.
"Master, this scabbard is so beautiful." Fortunately, the little Taoist boy found the scabbard on the table in time.
"Not bad, not bad. The skill is superb, more refined than I imagined." Fang Zhenren took the scabbard and immediately grabbed the sword placed aside.
The scabbard is integrated into one, and it doesn't look out of place at all. The scabbard looks like an original.
Master Fang put the sword on his back, and his aura suddenly changed.
No wonder those Taoist priests carry a sword behind their backs.
"How much?" Fang Zhenren seemed to be in a good mood, which was recognition of my craftsmanship.
"Isn't it hurtful to talk about money with you?" I refused with a smile.
"That's true. Judging from your appearance, you haven't been short of money recently." Fang Zhenren said, sizing me up.
It's a pity that I haven't learned this knowledge. Maybe it's because I have a Rakshasa sealed on my hand. I can see ghosts but not people.
"The mahogany sword you want." I said and handed over a package, in which I put some mahogany swords of various sizes.
After all, the two masters and disciples in front of them rarely go down the mountain, so they don't have to go back and forth.
"You don't charge for this?" Fang Zhenren was a little hesitant and did not reach out to take it.
I don’t know the nickname, but experts know the ropes. Making these magic weapons is not as simple as making handicrafts.
"No, courtesy is reciprocated. I will have to rely on you more in the future." I sent the package forward again.
"Hahaha, with the same virtue as your master, you just want to take advantage." Master Fang said and took the bag.
To outsiders, this may sound like Mr. Fang is taking advantage and acting like a good boy. In fact, it is really me who is taking advantage.
Because if Zhenren Fang can take action when he is in trouble, no amount of money can be asked for it.
He said that there was nothing wrong with what my master said, because the master often said: "Don't lose big for the sake of small things!"
"Slow down, real person." I saw the guests out of the store, and I felt a little more comfortable.
I turned around and went back to the house, and then made a scabbard for my Meteor Iron Demon-bending Blade. I also wanted to carry a sword behind me.
With this in mind, I decided to change the design.
After all, the blade of my sword is too short and can’t be seen when I carry it on my back. I have to make the scabbard bigger.
While I was drawing pictures, Heizi came back with a few packages.
"Has the real person come?" Heizi asked when he saw that the sword was not on the table.
"Let's go." I didn't look up.
"Hey, why don't you wait a moment? I haven't even had a few words with the real person." Heizi dropped the package and wanted to chase it.
"Stop chasing him, I know what you're thinking." I stopped Heizi with a smile.
