Chapter 2623 Go Home for Dinner
The owner of the tomb is none other than Li Xiuluo. In the past, Li Xiuluo practiced successfully in the body of a ghost, was employed by the ghost master, and became attached to Xu Yi.
At that time, Xu Yi was fighting with the Ghost Lord. If Li Xiuluo had not sacrificed his life to interfere with the Ghost Lord at the critical moment, Xu Yi would have died at that time, and he would not have the current golden corpse cultivation level.
These people and events have been in a daze for nearly a hundred years. Xu Yi recalled it as if it happened yesterday.
After bidding farewell to Li Xiuluo, Xu Yi headed west. Not long after, he arrived at the boundary of Guang'an Mansion.
Although he had not lived in Guang'an Mansion for long, he had a rare sense of timidity about his hometown.
The mighty Nielong River is still flowing across the mountains and around the city. Xu Yi rides a small boat up the river. While enjoying the scenery of the river and mountains, scenes from his past life in Guang'an flash through his mind like a film. .
He didn't speed up deliberately. In one day, he followed the river to Furong Town, where he met Qiu Wa.
Mu Bo's ashes were also scattered on the Nielong River near Furong Town. When he returned to the old place, the scenery was vague, but there was no familiar person.
When he entered the town, he found that the bun shop where he often took Qiu Wa to buy food was still there, but he didn't recognize the shopkeeper anymore. He ordered one and tasted it, and the taste was as good as before, so they started talking.
As expected, this bun shop is a craft passed down from ancestors. Now, Xu Yi emptied the entire bun shop. After all, the old taste is the most unforgettable.
After the transaction was completed, the enthusiastic boss directed Xu Yi to the nearest incense shop. Xu Yicai bought a batch of incense candles and returned to the ship.
Burning incense and paper, Xu Yi silently prayed, "Don't worry, Uncle Mu, even if I search the whole world and search the three thousand worlds, I will definitely find Qiu Wa."
After praying, he sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, cut open a thick stack of blessing papers, and began to fold the blessing boat to pray for the deceased.
As a high-level monk, Xu Yi is not very convinced about the underworld, but at this moment, he would rather believe it and follow the recommendation of the incense shop owner to buy this thick Yin Blessing Paper, intending to fold it for Mu Bo. One hundred and ninety-nine paper boats floated into the Nielong River.
If you use your thoughts, it will only take an instant to turn these nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine paper boats into something.
Since you are praying for blessings, your heart will be sincere and spiritual.
Xu Yi sat on the bow of the boat and began to work. From dusk to sunrise, Xu Yi worked very hard, and his mind gradually became calm during this concentration.
Suddenly, a voice came, "I think you have been folding since yesterday, and you must be folding the most sincere Zhijiu Yin Blessing Ship. If you were alone, I am afraid it would take a day and a night. I Come help you.”
The voice is like that of a drake, which is produced by a boy who is in the stage of voice change. The boy in rough clothes standing on the river bank is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is tall, with a slightly thin oval face and a pair of smart eyes. The appearance is dignified.
"Thank you, young man. This matter comes from your sincerity, so go ahead."
Xu Yi declined the young man's kindness. He didn't want to be involved in unreasonable causes and effects.
But the young man was a familiar person. He jumped into the boat in two steps and said, "Master said, if you do one good deed every day, you will follow the path of the sages. Don't worry, I will help you. Every time I break one, I will say a few blessings." , never fool around with things."
After saying that, he sat down cross-legged opposite Xu Yi, took a piece of Yin Blessing Paper, and folded it into a Yin Blessing Ship in a blink of an eye. In terms of workmanship, it surpassed Xu Yi, and he was obviously a skilled worker.
The young man glanced at Xu Yi proudly and put the Yinfu boat into the flowing water. It was immediately carried away by the flowing river water.
Seeing that the lucky boat was like water, and the cause and effect had taken place, Xu Yi stopped talking and continued to calmly fold the boat.
The young man didn't say much, and he really sincerely helped him fold the boat. It was late in the evening, and only a few dozen pieces of paper were left in the pile of papers.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the shore, and a ball of fire floated quickly. When he got closer, he looked closely, and saw a girl in red riding a red horse. A person is only eight colors, and with this The heroic spirit is quite touching.
The horse rushed forward very fast. When it reached the shore, the girl tightened the reins. The horse's front hooves were raised sharply, and with a squeak, it actually controlled its figure steadily.
The girl in red pointed at the young man in the river, her pretty face was slightly sweaty, her red lips parted slightly, and she scolded, "Jia Junpeng, you are becoming more and more invisible. Your mother is looking for you everywhere, calling you to go home for dinner. Can't you leave?" Walk?"
Jia Junpeng waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't rush. I'll be waiting for a while. Just tell my mother that you can't find me. Please help me!" He said, holding his fists in a false voice.
The girl in red scolded, "Your mother begged me. Otherwise, no one would care about you. If you don't come back, you have to go back. It's all up to you." After scolding, he urged the horse to run towards the hooves.
The embankment was very steep, and a man and a horse were approaching like a dragon. They were approaching in an instant. Jia Junpeng was horrified, and before he could speak, the long whip from the girl's palm had already spilled out. The whip curled around Jia Junpeng's waist, and actually rolled him up, right here. At that moment, the fast-moving horse was about to rush into the river. It was too late, but at that moment, the girl struck out with her left palm, and a three-foot high wave of water suddenly rose in the river. It was obvious that the man and the horse were familiar with each other. With the force of this powerful counter-shock, the horse soared into the air, completed a U-turn in mid-air, and rushed ashore like a sword.
"Jiang Yingyue, good beginning and good end. Master has taught me, good beginning and good end..."
The only sound left in the wind was Jia Junpeng's complaints. The girl urged her horse to pick up Jia Junpeng, and in the blink of an eye, only a running shadow remained.
Xu Yi smiled slightly, with envy in his eyes. After all the vicissitudes of life, he could only remember his original intention.
He finally completed the remaining dozens of paper boats just before the last ray of sunset was about to say goodbye to the river.
He straightened up, broadened his chest, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt refreshed. Then he entered the town and still looked for the bun shop. After a good meal, he returned to the boat and drove the boat. Continue swimming against the current.
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A snake-shaped sword, about three feet long, shimmering with silver light, was fighting with a broad and long dark iron sword. Every time the two swords collided, bright and gorgeous sparks would erupt, and the sound would explode in the air. The night sky, reflected on the river, is very eye-catching.
"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that Du San could practice sword control to such an extent. It seems that our Guang'an Mansion will finally enter the prosperous age of martial arts."
"That's right, don't think about it. The Immortal Saint came out of our Guang'an Mansion after all. Speaking of which, he also came to Furong Town. Wang Ting has given Furong Town a lot of favors in talent selection over the years."
"Yes, otherwise, two generations back from Du San, his father was still doing long-term work for others. His father was taken away from the government because of his literary work. Only then would there be resources to support Du San's cultivation. To put it bluntly, it was simply I can’t imagine that decades ago, Du San’s family and Chen Ershao’s family were not worthy enough to carry shoes, but now they can fight as equals as the Immortals and Saints.”
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