"Where do the evil ghosts come from?"
Zhou Yi took back the tripod and circled the courtyard twice.
There are more than one place in the world where there are many dead people. For example, there are many corpses of refugees piled up in the mass graves outside Shenjing City. It is said that the wild dogs nearby have red eyes, like evil ghosts.
People often die in the sky prison, and there are also fixed places for disposing of corpses.
Over the years, it has become a big burial pit.
Twenty or thirty corpses were buried in the courtyard, which was far worse than these two places, but the ghosts transformed into evil spirits.
"Those places are dark and inaccessible, and the only difference from the courtyard...is that I'm not there?"
Zhou Yi is low-key and cautious, but he is not stupid or unaware. Guiyuan Jue is an immortal cultivation technique that gathers the spiritual energy of the surrounding world into the body, which may cause mysterious changes.
"Buy another yard for practice. This place can be shown to outsiders and you can hide your identity."
This fierce ghost has already turned into ashes, but there is no guarantee that it will still condense. It would be bad if it quietly pounces on Zhou Yi while he is concentrating on his cultivation.
Be careful in everything you do. If you don’t go to Chunfeng Tower for a few years, you will only have money left to buy the courtyard!
At this time.
There was the sound of Qinggong flying, and the middle-aged man's white shirt fluttered in the wind, falling into the courtyard under the moonlight.
The cold wind in winter is biting. I am carrying two jars of wine in one hand and fanning a white paper fan in the other.
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "You came here very quickly!"
"Jin Yu went to look for me and said that an old man came to me."
Lao Bai said: "After all these years, you practiced that evil skill again. I thought you died somewhere."
"Retreat is to change the foundation and make up for the longevity."
Zhou Yi gave a half-truth and half-false excuse: "Chen Ya'er is good. If you believe me after just one meeting, you'd better not go to the zombies and die outside in vain."
"It's Jinyu, which means the beauty of jade! I went to find out the name from the master of the Imperial College."
General Lao Bai poured two bowls of wine: "Since you left Shenjing, you will never find anyone who can drink happily again!"
Zhou Yi laughed and said: "A dignified thief, he is known as a close friend all over the world, and he responds to every call in the world."
"It's different. Now that I'm out of the world, I can no longer get involved with them."
Lao Bai shook his head and sighed, perhaps feeling nostalgic for his past carefree life, but more importantly, he felt relieved and happy.
"Then I will drink with you until you grow old!"
Zhou Yi and Lao Bai got acquainted in prison, and in the blink of an eye for more than 20 years, they already knew that this guy was the same kind of person as him.
Lao Bai seems to be bold and has stolen many treasures, but in fact he is meticulous in trivial matters and is essentially the same as Zhou Yi. There are countless masters of light kung fu in the world, and many are famous for their masterful empty hands, but they are the only ones who have the reputation of being a thief.
Because other people were not thorough and cautious, they ended up in trouble.
The only thing that went wrong for Lao Bai was that the county prince's palace was robbed, and he was arrested for the rest of his life.
Lao Bai shook his head and waved his hand to wipe away the mask on his face. There were crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and his face was no longer handsome, but had a weathered look.
"We are already old!"
When you know your destiny at the age of fifty, you are already happy and forget about your worries, and are indifferent to honor and disgrace. In this era, you are already an old man!
Lao Bai is two years older than Zhou Yi, already fifty-eight years old, approaching his sixties!
Zhou Yi was stunned, watching a handful of his friends grow old, and raised his head to drink all the wine in the bowl.
"Young men are all old men!"
"Where did Lao Zhou learn the sour poems? Even at my age, I am a heartthrob. Many chivalrous ladies in the world admire me and come to the capital specifically to visit me."
Lao Bai had already looked away: "On the contrary, you will never be able to find a wife when you grow old!"
"Admiration? I think it is admiration!"
Zhou Yi said with disdain: "You have too many tricks up your sleeves. How can the princess bear it if the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect marries her into the family?"
Lao Bai said coquettishly: "Hey! It's not my fault, it was Rongchang who brought it up."
"Blow, keep blowing!"
Zhou Yi said: "You are so powerful, why don't you see that senior sister of the Sword Sect?"
"Shuwan is thin-skinned and doesn't want to come to Beijing."
Lao Bai said helplessly: "I can only go to Wuliang Mountain every year and stay for three or two months. After all, I am the head of a famous and upright family, and I can't be a concubine at home."
"..."
Zhou Yi resisted the desire to smash Lao Bai to death. Every time he talked about women, he would be crushed.
No matter how fragrant the courtesan of Chunfeng Tower is, she can't compare to the female head of the Sword Sect, the Saint of the Demon Sect, or the lady of the aristocratic family... They may have the same appearance, but the feeling of conquest brought by their status is as different as clouds and mud!
"How has the situation changed over the years? Is Prime Minister Zhang dead?"
Zhou Yi abruptly changed the subject, secretly comforting himself that he would wait until Lao Bai Lao couldn't move before he went to talk to him about the beauty in the world.
"In the third year of Jinglong, Zhang Xianglao died in office. He was posthumously named Wenzhong. Your Majesty carried the coffin in the funeral ceremony with disciples."
Lao Bai said: "As for the rest, nothing major has happened in these years. His Majesty is young and powerful, and has a gentle temper. All officials say he has the appearance of a Zhongzong."
"Gentle? I should say weak!"
After Zhou Yi came out of the customs, he already knew the results of the peace negotiations in Northern Xinjiang. Not only did he cede the territory and pay compensation, Emperor Jinglong was able to sacrifice his dignity and personally bring the bones of the enemy princes out of the Ancestral Temple.
Because of this, Prime Minister Zhang went north to quickly draw up a peace agreement!
Lao Bai said: "It's not bad to be weak. Your Majesty has not killed any of the nine tribes in ten years since he took the throne. Everyone is living well."
"Fengyang Guolian produced two generations of outstanding men, Wuzhong and Wenzhong, who reversed the decadent situation in one fell swoop. It seems that the country will not be defeated in a short time."
Zhou Yi has no grudges against Fengyang Kingdom and comments purely from the perspective of spectators.
Even if the world were changed, that is, a different batch of people would become emperors, as that person said back then, if the scholars were rotten and no one could manage them, there would be as many corrupt officials and unjust cases as there should be.
Two old men who reunited after ten years had endless things to talk about under the influence of alcohol.
During this period, when he mentioned the dry bones in the courtyard, Lao Bai's face showed a look of narrowing.
"Lao Zhou, does he know who this person is?"
"Since you see my jokes, you are not a thief. Could it be that..."
Zhou Yiruo had some realization: "Are you from the Zhou clan?"
"You are too cunning and boring!"
Lao Bai said: "Two years since you left, your courtyard has become a haunted house. Strange screams are heard from time to time at night, and most of the surrounding neighbors were so scared that they moved away."
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "There is indeed a fierce ghost, I just killed him!"
"..."
Lao Bai was speechless for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Lao Zhou, how good is your kung fu?"
Zhou Yi shrugged: "It's only as high as three or four floors!"
Lao Bai asked again: "What floor am I on?"
Zhou Yi considered the gap between the two and said truthfully: "You are probably on the third or fourth floor underground."
"Continue talking about the haunted house..."
When Lao Bai was young, he didn't pursue martial arts very much. He practiced Qinggong firstly to look handsome and unrestrained, and secondly to escape and save his life. At this age, he no longer had the desire to be competitive.
"Five years ago, the Zhou family got the news from somewhere. They thought you died outside, so they came to the capital to take over the house. As a result, you were killed by a powerful ghost. That person was your nephew, and his name seems to be Zhou Fang."
"It's your own fault."
Zhou Yi had already divided the clan, and legally, it was not the Zhou clan's turn to inherit the inheritance.
"I've been sent away."
Lao Bai said: "Don't stay in seclusion for too long next time, otherwise you will have to burn paper with me."
"remembered!"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly.
Then the topic ranged from temples to rivers and lakes, from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, until the rooster crows three times and the sky turns white in the east.
"How many times in life can you be so happy!"
Lao Bai stood up to say goodbye, never taking the main entrance, stepping on the wall and flying away.
Zhou Yi stood in the courtyard for a long time and sighed quietly.
"One day in the mountains means a thousand years in the world!"
Now I am just entering the Immortal Path for the first time, and often stay in seclusion for ten years. In the future, when my cultivation becomes advanced, after I come out of seclusion, I may have lived and died for several generations in the mortal world.
With a wave of his hand, the magic power crushed the dead bones into ashes and fell under the jujube tree to become fertilizer.
