How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

There was no warning about the sudden rain, but it provided an excellent opportunity for the storyteller.It happened to be telling a gloomy story, and it was raining heavily outside the teahouse, and there was a flash of lightning, and the storyteller slapped the gavel tree in response to a thunderclap——

"Chang Yuanwai is sixty years old, and suddenly lost his son. This white-haired man gave away a black-haired man. This is a great tragedy in his life. However, this incident is so strange that the Chang family's obituary is now to be buried for his daughter-in-law!"

The rain was strong and the wind was strong, and the wind brought raindrops crackling on the window lattice of the teahouse, adding to the gloomy atmosphere.Mr. Storyteller looked at the stupefied looks of the tea drinkers in the audience, and added a bit of interest: "Seven days ago, Mr. Chang died suddenly in the street, and the surrounding villagers saw it for all to see. The Chang family summoned all Doctors from the city went there, and even Mr. Zhao, a famous doctor from the west of the city, said that Mr. Chang was hopeless. However, three days ago, the Chang family issued an obituary saying that they were preparing a tofu banquet, but it was written in black and white that it was the son’s wife who died!”

The tea guests in the audience were surprised, and the gentleman continued: "What's even more strange is that someone saw yesterday that the Chang family had invited three Taoist priests to enter the door. Originally, there was nothing wrong with asking people to save them for such a big funeral, but someone saw it with their own eyes and stood at the door to greet them." The visitor is none other than Mr. Chang himself!"

There was another thunderclap, and the tea guests in the audience gasped: "Then, since the Chang family had an accident, there have been no signs of anything unusual?"

Mr. Storyteller clapped his fan and said, "Good question, guest officer! When something unusual happens, there must be a demon. Just two days after Mr. Chang's accident, someone saw a strange person wrapped in white enter the room in the middle of the night. The small gate of the Chang family..."

The storyteller was talking excitedly, but a young man quietly got up in the corner, left the tea supply on the table with one hand, picked up the umbrella in hand, and walked into the rain.This young man in black plain clothes is very neat, with a long sword on his waist, he is a man of the quack.It was raining heavily and the wind was also strong. In the inn opposite the teahouse, the windows of a room facing the street were opened.The young man looked up as if he had sensed it, but before he could laugh, he was hit by the heavy rain, and the umbrella was blown away by the wind, and his whole face was immediately covered by the heavy rain.

The person who opened the window smiled, he was also a young man in his early twenties, his smile was kind of gentle, if not for the sword in his waist, he would have looked like a scholar.The snow-white robe he was wearing was very neat and tidy, with wide sleeves hanging down, and he walked as gracefully as a fairy.The pattern embroidered with gold thread on the corner of the clothes is the emblem of Lingxu Jianmen, the leader of the righteous way in Jianghu.

The teahouse is very close to the inn, the young man went upstairs after a while and opened the door directly.The drenched person seemed to be fished out of the water, Jian Qianshan couldn't help laughing when he saw him: "Aying, you..."

Xingheying curled her lips, raised her hand and flicked her drenched sleeves at her senior brother.Jian Qianshan had expected that this bastard would trick him, so he raised his hand and waved his internal force, and all the water droplets flew back to Xingheying's face.

"Senior brother!" Xingheying jumped back, wiping the water off his face, "Is there someone who bullies you like this!"

Jian Qianshan was still smiling, and shook his head slightly: "You yourself are lazy and don't learn well, are you ashamed to blame me for having higher internal energy than you? Change your clothes quickly, if you catch a cold, Doctor Qi will definitely scold me after returning to the mountain."

Xingheying then turned to the side screen, and put the wet clothes on the screen casually: "I said that there are clues in the teahouse, right? The storyteller mentioned that Mr. Chang died suddenly in the street, and there are witnesses all over the street. , after Mr. Chang’s sudden death, someone saw a man in white entering the small gate of the Chang’s family. According to experience, this man in white must be the culprit behind the changing of the Chang family’s life.”

"What kind of experience do you have?" Jian Qianshan was quite puzzled, and raised his hand to pour a cup of hot tea.Xingheying changed into a Taoist robe with narrow sleeves, turned out of the screen, took a sip of hot tea, and then slowly replied:

"Look at Mr. Storyteller's experience in writing story books."

"..."

Jian Qianshan was silent for a moment, picked up the whisk at hand and shook Xing Heying's face with the whisk——

"Be serious!"

"Hmm..." In reply, Xingheying wiped her face with a muffled grunt.Jian Qianshan rested his chin on his elbow, and knocked on the table unconsciously with the other hand: "A cultivator and a Taoist priest are not the same thing. Although Jianmen pays attention to cleansing the heart with Taoism, you and I are not serious Taoist priests after all. What do you really think about the person who uses super-duty as an excuse to get close to the Chang family?"

"Extending this thing, I know it." Xingheying took the quarrel as a matter of course, "Isn't the master just knowing that I know these trivial things, so he asked me to come with him?"

Jian Qianshan looked at Xingheying's appearance of "I'm just an amateur martial artist, but I'm actually a magic stick professionally", picked up the whisk and smeared his face again: "Do you really think that you are here to perform deeds?"

"Senior brother, you don't know about this," Xingheying wiped off the whisker hair on his face again, "... By the way, next time you will change the whisker hair? This old hair smears my face. Hey! Don't shake it I'll just say it!"

Jian Qianshan put down his fly whisk, and Xingheying continued: "Back then, the Demon Cult was against the destiny. There was once a man who claimed that a thousand soldiers could not die. This man's martial arts are better than mine, but with just one move, he can make the dead replace him." He fights."

Jian Qianshan directly ignored what Xingheying said about martial arts, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You mean, he has something to do with the Chang family's incident this time?"

"Humans have only one life. The things Qianjun Immortal plays can be regarded as black magic. It is called "Resurrection Art". Light a soul-evoking lamp and pull the dead up. The dead who come back from the soul are painless and fearless. In a fight, one counts as ten. 30 years ago, the right way besieged against the destiny. The corpses in the mass graves gave Zhengdao a painful beating." Xingheying said, adding another cup of hot tea——

"But this resurrection technique has a fatal point, seven days. Even if the resurrected dead are not shattered by external forces, they can only exist for seven days at most. After seven days, if the dead are not sent away..."

A thunderstorm struck, and the sound of heavy rain rumbled, covering up many noises.Occasionally, people who came out also hurried back to the house, so in such a large Changfu, no one noticed that there was a white shadow lying on the roof tiles of the main house in the shade.Although the torrential rain was heavy, it seemed to be blocked by something, and not a single drop fell on his body and face.He leaned on the eaves, listening carefully to the voices in the room——

First, Chang's wife sighed: "Oh...Fang'er is silent now, and I don't know how to get along with him. In the past, his wife would talk to him a few words, but now the daughter-in-law also... Alas, the family is unlucky!"

Chang Fang was the name of Mr. Chang who was supposed to be dead.Then came the woman's answer, her voice was a little hoarse, as if she had hurt her throat from crying, but at this moment, there was a sense of relief in her words: "Master...Fang'er is the only seedling in the family after all, his wife can marry him again, grandson It's just rebirth. Speaking of which, master, why didn't you see Fang'er today?"

Feng Heming listened attentively, but before member Chang could answer, he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

The surroundings seemed to suddenly quiet down.

"Within seven days, if the deceased is not sent away safely, the spell will backfire." In the inn, Xingheying slowly said the second half of the sentence.