Qin Yuan turned around and saw an acquaintance: "Pingping"
In front of a grass-covered grave in the distance, a handsome young man sitting on a simple wooden chair was burning paper.
Beside him stood his servant.
When she heard someone calling her, Shao Pingping turned around and saw that it was Qin Yuan, with a heartfelt expression of joy: "Uncle Qin"
Qin Yuan led Li Shoumin over and introduced: "His father is Li Guangqian, who used to be the editor of Zuo History Academy."
"Good brother"
"Good brother"
The two greeted each other warmly.
Qin Yuan walked to the tombstone, unloaded a bottle of thirty-year-old Zhuangyuanhong from the donkey, sprinkled it around the tomb, and presented a Quanjude roast duck.
"It's all your favourite. When you get down there, you won't gain weight, and you won't have gout. Just eat it."
Shao Pingping couldn't laugh or cry.
Thinking of my father who will eat and drink well all his life.
There seems to be nothing wrong with what Uncle Qin said.
On the way back, the three of them talked about Song Yufu, who had just been killed by a demon.
Shao Pingping said with a sneer on her face that the demon did not kill others, but it chose to kill Song Yufu. This must have been caused by Du Fu Wei Ting.
Li Shoumin set up the "Dragon Gate Formation", the mist of Qingcheng and the monkeys in Meishan. The "arrangement" made Shao Pingping, who had never seen the world, become so fascinated that she even forgot what she was talking about just now.
Qin Yuan wanted to laugh when he heard this.
These two can be said to be two extremes.
Qin Yuan thinks it has something to do with the two people's growth experiences. Although Shao Pingping's life was not very affluent since she was a child, she never suffered much and was relatively prone to emotions.
Li Shoumin grew up in sorrow and is more realistic. As long as money is not involved, you will basically not be impulsive.
"Um"
Qin Yuan pulled the reins around the little donkey's neck.
The latter turned around unhappily and snorted at Qin Yuan.
Why did you come back?
Qin Yuan was sure that he had passed here before.
Shao Pingping and Li Shoumin pulled the reins at the same time and looked at Qin Yuan doubtfully.
Why did you stop so well?
"We encountered a ghost and hit the wall"
Qin Yuan's words came out.
Shao Pingping and Li Shoumin's expressions changed.
Others said that they would only treat it as a joke, but Uncle Qin, a master of the eighth level, would definitely not talk nonsense.
It suddenly became dark.
It was like a curtain suddenly covering the sky.
The dark wind suddenly blew, making a whining sound.
Weird and spooky.
Qin Yuan tapped his hands gently and hummed a ditty.
"The bright moon shines, the gloomy wind blows in the willow alley... Wandering souls walk all over the lonely road. Looking for a substitute, the gloomy wind blows the cold moonlight..."
Along with the singing, the grass and trees on the roadside also swayed slightly, seeming to keep up with the beat.
The three people's hair stood on end and their bodies were trembling slightly.
"Uncle Qin, can you stop singing?"
Li Shoumin pleaded.
Qin Yuan nodded and looked up. On the old locust tree beside him, squatting was an evil spirit with green face, fangs and green skin, his eyes full of malice.
"Hey, isn't this Wang Wang? No, this is Wang Jixin."
Although he has turned into a ghost, the outline of his face is blurred.
Qin Yuan still recognized the other party at a glance.
Li Shoumin was so frightened that he almost fell down.
Shao Pingping and his servants were not much better.
This thing is really scary.
Qin Yuan directly mobilized his spiritual thoughts to violently crush him.
Today is different from the past. He is just playing with a spirit body.
The dead man Wang Jixin had no intelligence, but still had the instinct to sense danger, so he turned around and ran away in fright.
His body moved less than a foot before he was beaten into nothingness by Qin Yuan's spiritual thoughts.
I can trick you to death when you are alive, and I can take care of you after death.
Qin Yuan explained: "The evil spirits were afraid of the warrior's strong blood and ran away."
Anyway, Li Shoumin and Shao Pingping can't tell, so he can say whatever he wants.
"I suddenly want to learn martial arts"
Li Shoumin said with a deep expression.
Shao Pingping glanced at her crippled leg and said nothing.
Qin Yuan rode a donkey and came to Wang Jixin's grave not far away. A red Manzhu Shahua, also known as Bianhuahua, was fluttering in the wind.
It looks beautiful and weird.
This thing is said to be called the flower of death. Wang Jixin's transformation into a spirit after his death is probably related to it.
Qin Yuan punched it in the air and destroyed it.
Well, not completely bad.
Qin Yuan jumped off the donkey and dug up the soil, only to find green roots.
Green represents vitality.
Could it be?
Qin Yuan, who had a bold guess, pulled it out and felt it, and there was a trace of strange vitality.
If the mana didn't grow automatically, Qin Yuan would definitely refine it.
"Huh"
Qin Yuan thought of a possibility and turned to look at Shao Pingping not far away.
Reaching out and sucking, the latter came to Qin Yuan uncontrollably.
"Uncle Qin?"
Shao Pingping looked at Qin Yuan with some confusion.
Qin Yuan lifted up his pants, crushed the roots and applied them on them.
Something magical happened.
The leg recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I, I seem to be able to move"
Shao Pingping's lips trembled with excitement.
After his legs became paralyzed, he attempted suicide several times.
"Stand up and try"
Shao Pingping tried to stand up, but before she could feel happy, her legs went weak and she sat down again.
"Don't worry, you will get used to it slowly."
"Um"
Shao Pingping nodded vigorously with excitement on her face.
It's like he's become a different person.
"Wait a moment"
Qin Yuan returned to Wang Jixin's tombstone and kicked the sacrifice placed by an unknown person into the grass beside him.
The corner of Shao Pingping's mouth twitched. Uncle Qin sometimes makes people don't know what to say.
Li Shoumin's affection for Qin Yuan increased greatly. In his opinion, this Wang Jixin must have offended Uncle Qin. Uncle Qin's behavior of kicking people's sacrifices after their death can be said to be an example of a gentleman's revenge being never too late after ten years.
"Kicking one is a kick, kicking two is a kick."
Qin Yuan ran to another hilltop dozens of miles away and kicked away the sacrifice of Qingzhou Governor Yu Xian who had massacred a large number of rebels and was killed by Zhu Hongdeng.
boom!
Qin Yuan also kicked Yu Xian's tombstone into pieces.
Time flies, and a month has passed.
The news that Song Yufu was brutally killed by a demon that appeared out of nowhere spread throughout the thirteen states in the south, causing an uproar.
The gentry all agreed that regardless of whether the demon was real or fake, the death of Song Yufu was definitely related to Dufu Weiting.
While blaming Wei Ting from a distance, he began to expand his army and prepare for war.
Anyone with eyesight could see that the Civil War was only a matter of time.
On a clear autumn day, a white crane flies up through the clouds.
Qin's house in Xisantiao Hutong.
Qin Yuan took out the Five Animals Play Picture with a calm expression as usual.
Immediately plunged into a strange scene.
"This time, you two will come together."
Qin Yuan pointed unceremoniously at the black tiger with bared teeth and claws, and then pointed at the grinning demon ape.
Two ferocious beasts with monstrous power and astonishing fighting abilities roared and attacked like lightning, one from the left and the other from the right.
boom!
The black tiger rolled out and created a long tunnel.
"The power is too small, please use more power."
Qin Yuan roared after beating away the demon ape which was more agile but less powerful.
The latter became more and more irritable when provoked by Qin Yuan, and his eyes were so red that they almost bled.
The black tiger clawed the ground frantically, almost making a big hole, when suddenly it rushed over with a strong wind.
It is true that the clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.
A huge shadow appeared above Qin Yuan's head, and then all the bones that were punched by Qin Yuan popped out. After landing, the wails dissipated.
