Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

Bai Yu worked hard for a month to attend the funeral, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

A month later, peace was restored inside and outside Jiangcheng.

The people in the city survived the disaster, cheered loudly, and began to celebrate with gongs and drums.

The rebels were completely wiped out, and almost all the rebel leaders died.

Du Jian and his senior sister Liu Yaner were preparing to return to the mountain.

Bai Yu personally cooked a table of delicious dishes to bid farewell to the two.

Ginseng rooster, steamed mullet, steamed shrimp head...

Everyone was full and talked happily.

Du Jian repeatedly expressed his wish to promise Bai Yu a lifetime of wealth and honor.

Bai Yu refused.

"I will take the wealth and honor myself, brother Du, don't worry about it."

He didn't want to be taken care of by Du Jian, as it felt like he was being kept.

In the end, Du Jian resolutely left two bottles of elixir, saying that after taking it, people would be free from disease and disaster and live to over 60 years old.

In this era, 60 years old is already a high age, and 70 is even rarer.

Du Jian said that if Brother Bai didn't accept him, he wouldn't leave.

He ate Brother Bai's food, drank Brother Bai's food, and slept with Brother Bai.

Bai Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he took the pill and gave it to his master's wife in the future.

After bidding farewell to Du Jian, Bai Yu's life began to return to normal.

He attended funerals, practiced martial arts, meditated and cultivated immortality, and cooked for his master's wife in his spare time.

Not anxious or impatient, the years are quiet and good.

That night, Bai Yu sat cross-legged.

He closed his eyes slightly, seemed to be asleep, and breathed in a wonderful melody.

After an unknown period of time, his skin began to turn red and his body gradually became hot.

As he breathed in and out, a subtle fire-attributed aura was absorbed into his body.

This subtle aura circulated in his body for a cycle and was refined into a fire-attributed spiritual power by him.

After a while, Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"I finally succeeded in drawing the Qi into my body. It took more than half a month to feel the Qi and draw the Qi into my body. It seems that this spiritual root is really bad."

However, for the immortals, it doesn't matter how poor the aptitude is, as it can be made up with endless time.

At this time, the third page of the Burial Record in Bai Yu's mind was opened!

[Secondary Occupation: First Level of Qi Refining (2%)]

[Kung Fu: Red Flame Art (Mastering)]

[Magic Spells: Corpse Raising Sutra (A Glimpse of the Way). ]

[Skills: None. ]

Although the immortal cultivation panel is simple, it represents infinite hope.

I don't know how many people have no chance to step into the path of immortal cultivation.

Bai Yu thought about it and passed the Red Flame Art to Lao Mo, hoping that it could also be cultivated.

After another half a month, the master's wife gave birth to a son safely.

According to Uncle Jiu's will, he was named Lin Shouzhuo.

Everyone raises a son in the hope that he will be smart, but I have been misled by my intelligence all my life.

Uncle Jiu was extremely gifted in the art of yin and yang and feng shui.

However, he eventually died in the fate of being a feng shui master.

Uncle Jiu hoped that his descendants would walk the right path, be diligent and simple, and never touch feng shui again.

Bai Yu looked at Lin Shouzhuo, whose eyebrows and eyes were seven points similar to Uncle Jiu, and sighed.

After another half a year, Master's wife recovered and little Shouzhuo grew up healthily.

Bai Yu went to Master's wife's house:

"Master's wife, Uncle Jiu once left a will, saying that the southern land will not be peaceful, so let me take you away from Jiangcheng."

"Uncle Jiu was promoted to a geomancer before he left. He might have seen something."

Although Master's wife was reluctant, she nodded in agreement when she thought of her lover's last words.

She hugged little Shouzhuo and said:

"In another month or two, I will go to sweep his grave."

Bai Yu had no objection and returned home.

Since he decided to leave, he also had many things to deal with.

The position of the captain of the Jiangcheng corpse collection team must be resigned, the funeral shop must be transferred, and the employees in the shop must be settled.

The most important thing is.

Revenge if there is a grudge, and grudge if there is a grudge!

"Lao Mo, Lao Mo, take the little black book!"

Lao Mo cheered and took out a little black book from his small bag.

It records the grudges in Jiangcheng over the years.

"Director Wu, nicknamed Wu Wu, demanded a bribe of 300 coins, embezzled 5 taels of reward silver, and later returned it; he took another coin and asked to buy wine and food, which was embezzled 50 coins in disguise."

"Director Wu, embezzled 10 taels of reward silver."

"The second master of the Black Wolf Gang, collected protection fees once, twice..."

"The big carp in Qingjiang Bay hit my tail when I went into the water to catch fish."

"The mouse at home bit my comic book, and I can't live with mice!!!"

...

Bai Yu looked at the little black book and snorted coldly.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that there will be no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet.

You can choose to do evil, but every bad thing you do will become black smoke on your ancestors' graves.

Bai Yu put on his nightgown, with a murderous look on his face:

"Special Operation to Get to the Bottom of the Matter, let's go!"

"Wuhu~"

One man and one dog, sank into the darkness.

Of course, for the sake of safety,Lao Mo would not show up, but would lurk in the dark and spread rumors.

A few days later, Jiangcheng was in turmoil again.

First, it was Tiger Lord, who was originally from the Black Wolf Gang. Later, he joined the Money Gang and became very successful, but ended up dying in Qihongyuan.

Then, Manager Wu broke his leg, his house was looted, and the Wu family's ancestral grave was dug up.

Then it couldn't be stopped.

The ancestral graves of the Lang family of the Black Wolf Gang, the Mao family of the Divine Power Gate, and the Xiao family were dug up one after another.

Even the ancestral graves of the An family's An Shouxin lineage among the four major families were not spared.

The coffin boards were all smashed, the bones were dug out, and they were mixed with pig bones to burn the relics.

The descendants of An Shouxin looked at the relics on the ground and couldn't understand why their ancestors had exploded all over the ground.

Moreover, the murderer was extremely arrogant and left a note.

"The grave digger is Cai Kun!"

In Jiangcheng, anyone who had a grudge against Bai Yu was eradicated within a month.

Later, Bai Yu got used to digging and dug up all those who did evil things.

His grave-robbing skills improved and he had achieved some success.

This guy practiced martial arts much faster than Bai Yu.

A legend began to spread throughout Jiangcheng.

Some people said that he was a thief who did all kinds of evil things, specializing in tomb-robbing and ruining other people's ancestral graves.

"Cai Kun, you have done all kinds of bad things."

"Wherever Cai Kun went, ancestral graves disappeared!"

Some people said that he was a knight who punished evil and promoted good.

He once beheaded the rebel marshal with one sword, and he would also fight for justice and kill the gangsters who oppressed the good.

If anyone did something bad, the grave-digging hero Cai Kun would descend from the sky and dig up his ancestral grave.

People affectionately called him "Grave Digger".

But all this has nothing to do with Bai Yu.

At this time, he has already dealt with everything and left the capital with his master's wife.

After the work is done, he will leave, hiding his merits and fame.

The funeral shop has been transferred and the employees have been settled.

Even the bronze-armored corpse was buried in the eye of the earth vein and trapped by the Feng Shui formation.

Bai Yu sat on a boat, the river was misty, the shadow of Jiangcheng became smaller and smaller, and there was no more noise of the crowd in his ears.

Goodbye, apricot blossoms and misty rain in Jiangnan.

Goodbye, those absurd years.