After tidying up, the house is still in a mess.
Qiu Gao, a foreigner, brought trouble to this already impoverished house, but he finally gave Zhao Chan four taels and ten copper coins, which was considered a "conscience discovery."
The tables and chairs were torn apart. Zhao Chan gathered them together, but they were all broken into pieces by Qiu Gao. He simply held the wontons sent by Yang Yun in his hands and squatted down to eat them.
It’s still wontons stuffed with chives and tastes just like before.
He ate very slowly, as if he was not eating lunch but busy planning something.
"Is this Zhao Langjun's house?" the apprentice of the coffin shop shouted outside the door.
Zhao Chan put down the wonton bowl and closed the door to prevent the apprentice from seeing the mess in the house.
It’s true that he is an insignificant little person, but a little person also has the self-esteem of a little person.
"Coming!" Zhao Chan shouted.
He trotted outside the door. The apprentice drove a mule, which was dragging a cart. The cart must have been many years old and looked extremely old. Several wooden boards were broken. Fortunately, it did not affect the coffin placed on it. The coffin was damaged several times. A rope is tied tightly to the cart.
"It's been brought to you." The apprentice smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for unloading the coffin with me."
Zhao Chan pondered for a moment, then tried to ask: "Brother, can I hire a mule and a cart?"
"Ha, what did Mr. Zhao say? Of course I can hire you as long as I give you money."
"Please tell me the number, brother."
"Mr. Zhao, we are the common people of Youju Town who meet each other without looking up. It is impossible for our coffin shop to open our mouths to you, the lion. Don't worry, I will settle the account for you first." The apprentice said with a smile.
Zhao Chan nodded: "Thank you."
"Our shopkeeper has been very cruel since we raised this mule and never let this beast go without food and water. The expenses involved are not small, and this is one of them.
There are only four carts in Youju Town, three are in Daguan Lane, and the remaining one is here.
Mr. Zhao Langjun, the shopkeeper gave me a few more instructions before I came here. If you hire mules and carts, I will give you a 20% discount, a total of twenty-seven cents.
Of course, Zhao Langjun does not need to prepare the wheat bran and soybean meal that the mules eat. I will deliver it later.
There is also a depreciation fee for a flatbed cart. If others hire a flatbed cart, they will be charged an extra five cents in depreciation fees. Zhao Langjun will be exempted from the depreciation fee when he hires a flatbed cart. "
Seeing that Zhao Chan was about to agree, the apprentice hurriedly raised his hand to stop him: "Mr. Zhao, please wait, I haven't finished speaking yet.
It’s like this. Mules are expensive in Youju Town, and our shopkeeper takes good care of them, so Zhao Langjun wants to give us one tael of silver first. Zhao Langjun, don’t be anxious. This tael of silver is just temporarily placed in the coffin shop. As for the deposit, when Zhao Langjun finishes his work and comes to the coffin shop with twenty-seven copper coins, you give us twenty-seven copper coins, and we will return you one or two silver deposits. "
After saying that, the apprentice sighed.
"Zhao Langjun, you are a good person, and your life is not easy. Our neighbors in Youju Town all know it, but this matter... this matter was ordered by the shopkeeper himself, and I, I can't do anything to help you!
Then again, who in the world has an easy life? "
The apprentice was like a mirror, how could Zhao Chan have a tael of silver? If he had, how could he put off buying a coffin until the tenth day of August.
"Mr. Zhao, please don't take it personally. You have your difficulties, and our shopkeeper also has his difficulties. I am definitely not deliberately making things difficult for you." The apprentice explained.
Zhao Chan said calmly: "I understand."
The apprentice was afraid of irritating his pride, so he hurriedly explained: "Zhao Langjun must not think too much. The price of a mule alone is more than one tael of silver, not to mention a cart. The reason why the shopkeeper wants to charge The deposit of one tael of silver is really a last resort. No one knows if the person who hired the mules and carts will be greedy for money and sell them all for money."
He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Chan's hand: "The shopkeeper values you very much. He often told me that Zhao Chan will be a great person when he grows up, rather than those lazy guys with short ambitions and idleness all day long. Mr. Storyteller Telling the story, the hero in the remote countryside was worried about his next meal yesterday, but tomorrow he will be transformed by the storm.
Lang Jun is such a hero! "
Why does this coffin shop apprentice talk so much all of a sudden?
So much so that I am cautious about my words and deeds, lest I am wrong.
Could it be that word has spread throughout Youju Town that he is a demon slayer?
The apprentice added: "Zhao Langjun is now a demon slayer. He usually kills a few demons for our fellow villagers. He is also a strongman like Wang Huan. Not to mention one tael of silver, he can also get out five taels or ten taels!" "
Zhao Chan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. It turned out that it was because he became a demon slayer. When the apprentice heard about this, he became such a arrogant and respectful person.
He had gone to the coffin shop before, and although the apprentice had never looked down on others, he was neither cold nor sour. He casually introduced the coffin and went about his own business.
Withdrawing his hand, Zhao Chan smiled and said, "Brother, wait a moment."
The apprentice was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, "It's bad. Zhao Langjun must have made a mistake. Alas, I offended a demon slayer from the demon slaying department. The shopkeeper found out and had to kill me."
But seeing Zhao Chan running back into the house, he did not forget to close the door to cover the apprentice's view.
The apprentice was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, walking around the donkey cart.
"How about running away?"
"No, no, as the saying goes, a monk who can run away cannot escape from the temple. If I run away, what will happen to my parents and sister?"
Just when the apprentice was uneasy and thinking wildly, Zhao Chan came back and handed him a tael of silver.
"Brother, this is one tael of silver. Can I hire a mule and a cart? I don't have any relatives in the town. If there are no mules and carts to help pull the coffin, I don't know how to bury Lao Liu."
Holding the silver in both hands, the apprentice couldn't help but look at Zhao Chan. I haven’t seen you for a few days. How did he become so rich?
Zhao Chan asked calmly: "After noon tomorrow... or before evening, I will return the mules and carts to the coffin shop. Is it still twenty-seven copper coins if I spend one day?"
The apprentice nodded blankly: "Yes, yes."
"I have nothing else to do."
The apprentice came back to his senses instantly and said hurriedly: "Mr. Zhao is very busy now, so I won't bother you. If anything happens, just go to the coffin shop to find me or the shopkeeper."
"Excuse me, brother."
Walking to the alley with a tael of silver deposit, the apprentice felt an unreal feeling.
In previous years, Zhao Chan had never finished a meal; Zhao Chan, who carried a paint basket with a lacquer knife every day; Zhao Chan, who always tried to please and talk to people when he met him; why did he suddenly seem like a different person?
The apprentice shook his head. In his memory, Zhao Chan was still following Lao Liu, a boy as tall as his chest. They passed by the gate of the coffin shop, climbing mountains and wading in rivers to collect paint. It was as painful as hell.
Zhao Chan led the mule into the courtyard. Fortunately, the gate was wide enough and the cart carrying the coffin came in without any danger.
Settle the mules.
He picked up the unfinished wontons and chewed them slowly.
While listening in the private school, the teacher held the sage's book, put his hands behind his back, and led the students to recite aloud with his head shaking - knowing to stop will lead to concentration, concentration will then lead to tranquility, tranquility will then lead to peace, tranquility will then allow one to think, and after worrying, one will gain .
Then the teacher explained that this is what the sages have warned us. Only when we have a clear understanding of the goal we are pursuing can we be determined; only by being determined can we be calm and not impatient; only by being calm and impatient can our hearts be stable; only when our hearts are stable can we think carefully; think carefully. Yes... Whether you are studying for exams or doing other things, you will gain something!
The sound of reading aloud.
Zhao Chan hid under the window in the courtyard of the private school and recited it silently over and over again in a low voice.
Bai Yuqing once asked him if he liked Confucianism.
He replied that he only likes useful knowledge.
He found this sentence taught to him by his private school teacher useful.
He agreed to exchange the treasure book with Sun He because he had already noticed that Sun He was cheating and prepared a similar book in advance, so he was willing to be Wang Huan's auxiliary with Sun He's help.
When Wang Huan killed the villagers of Shanniu Village who had been turned into ghosts by the mountain ghost, he was almost attacked and killed by the mountain ghost. It was also when he saw that the mountain ghost was still alive and kicking after he had apparently died once, that he secretly guessed whether the mountain ghost might be The kind of powerful monsters that Old Liu talked about were simply not something that Wang Huan could deal with, so he used peach branches to help Wang Huan kill the mountain ghost again at the critical moment. If Wang Huan died, how could he be immune to himself? Otherwise, seeing Wang Huan with magical peach branches, Zhao Chan would not mind his death at the hands of the demon.
The little people who are struggling to survive have their own insidiousness.
Afterwards, he agreed to become Bai Yuqing's bait for fishing for mountain ghosts and to lure the strangers who ambushed him. There are traces of what he did.
Zhao Chan carefully cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, put them back into the food box, and returned them to Brother Yang when he was done.
He started to warm up.
In his mind, he recalled the sword moves from the first to the sixth form of "Shaking the Divine Sword".
He carried the Green Snake Sword on his back, with three feet of peach branches inserted diagonally at his waist. He still felt that it was not safe, so he still took the lacquer knife with him.
When I walked to the low wall, there was only one wall separating me from Sun He's family.
"Shao Hua and the others must have died at the hands of mountain ghosts." Zhao Chan said to himself, feeling a little worried.
In addition to the sage knowledge mentioned by the private school teacher, on the first day when Lao Liu taught him how to pick paint, he told him jokingly that picking paint is not an easy job. If you learn to pick paint at a young age, you should be willing to cut yourself off and dare to kill the emperor. The pride of the old man who dismounted his horse.
Therefore, he dared to fight against the wolves alone, encountered the tiger demon, and dared to fight with him in close quarters.
"If I don't kill the mountain ghost, my mind won't be able to be calm, calm or peaceful!"
He grabbed the wall with both hands.
"Mr. Lang!"
Bai Yuqing and Bai Youjun stood outside the door.
Bai Youjun playfully jumped and waved to him.
Zhao Chan glanced at them, unmoved, and quickly climbed to the top of the wall, squatting down and quietly observing Sun He's home.
Sun He's father, Detective Sun, and the demon-slayer Shao Hua went to Shanniu Village. Sun He's mother was still at home, but needles could be heard in his home, and it seemed that no living person had ever lived there.
Bai Youjun asked Bai Yuqing in a low voice: "Sister, look at Mr. Lang, what is he doing?"
Bai Yuqing chuckled: "Zhao Chan's neighbor is a scoundrel."
"Yes, this demon is very weak and can't harm Mr. Lang... Sister, how about you help Mr. Lang kill the demon? Then kill that disgusting old man!" She hugged Bai Yuqing's arms. The arms shake, shake, shake.
"You are so out of your mind!" Bai Yuqing despised the young girl who cared about Zhao Chan.
Bai Youjun begged, "It's true that Mr. Lang is a middle-grade body-forging monk, but he lacks experience in fighting. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
"You, there is nothing to be afraid of. God will favor certain people extremely unfairly. It just so happens that your husband is exactly this kind of person." Bai Yuqing was filled with envy.
"Ah? Sister, the great masters from Da'eshan also say that God favors us, so aren't my husband and I a match made in heaven?"
Bai Yuqing raised her forehead and asked: "Qingmei, what's so good about Zhao Chan? You've only met him a few times? You two have never gotten along, so why do you seem to have fallen under the love spell?"
Bai Youjun said matter-of-factly: "Mr. Langjun has a handsome appearance, and he has emerged from the mud without stains. He has a good character and knows how to take care of others. What's more, my sister sang, "This heart has been silent for thousands of years, but why is it so violent today? ?’ I don’t know whether my sister’s heart was filled with excitement or not, but when I saw Mr. Lang, my heart was filled with excitement.”
Bai Yuqing regretted taking Qingmei, who was as innocent as a piece of paper, down the mountain.
If she had known that something like this would happen, she should have had to wait longer to realize that people's hearts are fickle and evil before allowing her to go down the mountain.
Seeing that Bai Yuqing ignored him, she hummed: "Sister, if you don't help, I will!"
"I'm afraid of you!" Bai Yuqing was helpless.
Immediately, he took her hand and landed on the wall as lightly as a feather, and stood side by side with Zhao Chan.
Bai Youjun said happily: "Langjun!"
Zhao Chan's heart was still unmoved, and he shouted as before: "Sun He?"
Haven’t seen anyone for a long time.
After silently weighing the danger, he bent down and jumped into the courtyard of Sun He's family.
The moment he landed.
The door opened.
Sun He, who had a huge black mole on the left side of his face, walked out with a smile: "Young Master is too anxious."
"You are not Sun He." Zhao Chan seemed to be asking nonsense.
"Haha... Sun He had evil thoughts towards you. I killed him for you. You should thank me."
Zhao Chan stared at his face and tried to take a step.
Bai Youjun immediately stepped forward, but Bai Yuqing held her by his side to prevent her from doing anything wrong.
"Mountain ghost?"
"Ha, yes, that's not right either."
Zhao Chan was indifferent, he didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence at all, but Bai Yuqing frowned slightly.
"You came to Youju Town for Pan Xi's cave, right?" Master Xiaoshui looked at Sister Bai Yuqing.
Bai Yuqing sneered: "Pretend to be a ghost."
"Haha..." Master Xiaoshui laughed, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Whether I am pretending to be a ghost or not will be revealed soon."
Zhao Chan grasped the peach branch at his waist. As Master Xiaoshui was speaking, he stepped forward and pinched the third sword mark of the "Shaking God Sword". This sword was fast and swift, and he used the strength between his muscles and bones. Call them all, what you want is to kill this demon without fail.
He didn't want to know if the demon possessing Sun He's body was a mountain ghost.
Only one thing is clear.
Now that he knows the monster lives next door to him, he will have trouble sleeping even more because of nightmares every night.
Master Xiaoshui was astonished: "Strength? Middle-level body-building realm? Well, well, well, it's really... it's an unexpected joy, an unexpected joy! Peach branches are good! Peach branches are good!!"
The words just fell.
Taozhi cut off his head.
There was no blood at all, like a puppet made of paper.
Bai Yuqing secretly thought, he sewed the skin, gave the soul, and then swallowed the soul with a ray of spiritual thought. The dove occupied the magpie's nest and occupied this body. It looked like a ghost, but in fact it was the same as being possessed. It didn't matter if he was killed. A ray If the spiritual thought is gone, it is gone. Just raise a new one. What a ghost trick! It's really whimsical.
She could see it more clearly than A Ping.
"Sister, what kind of cultivation is he?" Bai Youjun held her arm and asked softly.
"This is the realm of knowing one's fate. Unlike the realm where one knows one's fate, it is much weaker. But only in the realm of knowing one's fate can one control one's own spiritual thoughts."
"That's a fall!"
"Maybe." Bai Yuqing has never seen the real person of Xiaoshui, so he is not sure. "If a monk at the foundation-building level has practiced the technique of manipulating spiritual thoughts, he can also do it."
