After death with the master

Chen Widow, who didn't understand what they were saying at all, looked at the two gods in a daze: "That... is Brother Ning being targeted by something?"

"Nothing." Zhou He said casually, "It's just the enemy."

Widow Chen didn't think much about it: "Oh oh oh."

It's normal for them to have enemies.

Don't look at Chen Widow like this, he actually has enemies.

Because of his surname and the family behind him.

Using himself as an example, he felt that it was not normal for Ning Sui to have one or two enemies.

With Brother Ning's ability and identity, it would be cool to have an endless enemy!

Ning Sui and Zhou He didn't know what the unlucky boy was thinking, Zhou He just said: "After you take the money, go back to the inn and wait for us."

Although he didn't look at Chen Widow and said this, Chen Widow knew Zhou He was talking to him very self-aware: "... Brother He, can't I be with you? I'm not afraid."

"The hexagram is a great ominous."

Zhou He said sincerely: "I know you are brave, but Brother Ning and I may not be able to distract you from taking care of you."

Widow Chen: "..."

He comforted himself that at least Zhou He didn't directly explain that he was slowing down, he could still walk down the steps: "Okay, Brother He knows Brother He."

When Mother Yang led the other four victims to gather in the yard, Zhou He raised his eyebrows.

Even Ning Sui took another look.

Because the other four sons were kidnapped by their own family.

These four families are different from Yang's mother's care and care for Yang Ping'an, and they are afraid that Yang Ping'an will be hurt in the slightest.

They used a wheelchair to push the tied-up man in, and at the same time they yelled at Mother Yang——

"Sister Yang, you said that the mysterious master who came this time knows what's going on, so he shouldn't ask for a price increase?"

"These profound masters are even more powerful than the profound masters of Xuanmen, and they must be sitting on the ground to raise their prices!"

"We've made an agreement, we don't want the money!"

"Yeah! Even if there is a price increase, we won't pay for it!"

"It's really not good... My child is just dead! It's not bad, it's good to let him go to the exam and come back!"

"exactly!"

……

Listening to their chattering noise, Widow Chen stared dumbfounded at these middle-aged men who were standing in the distance and doing all their calculations.

Xuanshi's hearing and eyesight are beyond ordinary people, they think they can't hear, but in fact they can hear everything clearly.

He lowered his voice, and asked Zhou He in an unbelievable tone: "Brother He...does this really exist?"

Zhou He said softly: "It's written on their faces that these children are not their only children, and they are not very promising. They all have a very capable child in their family."

People are always biased.

No one is an exception to this.

Zhou He has seen it a lot, and Ning Sui has really felt it.

But one of them has never been troubled by the world, and the other has never cared about these things, so both of them are watching with cold eyes.

Until a little girl ran over in a panic and grabbed the hand of one of the men: "Father, please ask Lord Xuanshi to save brother, even if you need to pay more... we will pay you." Well, please..."

The man let go of the wheelchair, looked down at the little girl, did not return her, and only said, "Sister Lan is so good, these mysterious masters will do their best."

The little girl looked at Ning Sui and the others with her big watery eyes, and was about to spread her feet and run towards them, when the man grabbed the little girl's hand: "Hey, you go home first. Your Isn't the wedding gown not finished yet? Tomorrow will be your wedding day, so don't miss the auspicious day."

The little girl glanced at her brother who was bound tightly, and wiped her tears with red eyes: "No, I want to stay with my brother!"

The man pressed his eyebrows helplessly. After all, he was his favorite, so he could only let the little girl go.

By the time they came across the opposite corridor toward them, the quarrel died away.

Chen Widow breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if they dared to yell those things in front of him...

Well he can't do anything about it.

At most piss yourself off.

Just when Chen Widow felt autistic because of her waste, Ning Sui suddenly said, "500 taels."

Everyone was stunned, even Zhou He looked at him, only to see Ning Sui standing there with a calm expression: "No more, no less."

Yang's mother came to her senses: "Okay, okay... I have already ordered someone to prepare it. As long as you can make a move, I will send it right away."

And the little girl who was still wiping her tears just now sniffed and stopped sobbing. She looked at Ning Sui gratefully, stood behind the man and bowed solemnly to Ning Sui.

Ning Sui didn't even lift his eyelids.

Zhou He looked at the little girl, only to realize that the little girl was not bad looking.

Her eyes are big and watery, her palm-sized face is fair and good-looking, with a tear mole, she looks delicate and lovely.

The teary little girl was relieved by Ning Sui's words, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling up. The little dimple was so cute.

The way she looked at Ning Sui was not as fearful and terrified as Mother Yang's.

And the face of this little girl...

Zhou He turned his head to look at Ning Sui, twisted his fingers and smiled slightly: "Good job."

Ning Sui didn't react at all. Chen Widow, who was next to Ning Sui, rubbed his arms, and felt a creepy chill inexplicably.

It is not difficult to use Zhou He's ability to save the scholar's soul.

He didn't need to prepare anything, with a single thought, yin and yang lit up under his feet, and the gossip quickly unfolded.

The bright light flickered for a moment and then disappeared. Zhou He opened his mouth, and the syllables he said turned into: "I need to be quiet."

Mother Yang nodded hurriedly, and those people also stopped talking about their own bad luck.

Zhou He recited the Guiling Sutra, and the aura of the scriptures was very melodious.

The golden rune slowly formed and floated in the air, blowing Zhou He's sleeves together with the autumn wind.

Heqing's sleeves are always wide.

The black and golden cranes on the top are always lifelike.

When the wind blows up, it seems that it is about to break free from the pine green sleeves and step on the clouds to fly.

After Ning Sui's gaze fell, he couldn't move his eyes away.

Especially when you go down the sleeve a little bit, you can see Zhou He's hand.

It was a beautiful, large, well-articulated hand.

Without any scars or blemishes, it is so perfect that people want to hold it in the palm of their hand and offer a pious kiss.

It just so happened that the wind was a little strong at this time, and Zhou He's protruding wrist bones were exposed in front of Ning Sui, making Ning Sui's gaze slightly focused.

It was the first time he saw—

On the wrist bone of Zhou He's left hand, there was a very shallow scar that would not have been found without looking carefully.

But not at the time of Mountain of No Return.

Where was he injured after he died?

Left over from fighting with the black flood dragon in the north?

Ning Sui's right hand curled slightly.

The tightening of the string also caused him to have an imperceptible killing intent towards the black dragon that he hadn't met yet.

Not long after, Zhou He finished singing the Guiling Sutra.

Afterwards, the rune dissipated in the air, turning into golden light and falling on the five young masters with pre-yin bodies.

The dementia in their eyes also slowly dissipated, and eventually fell into a coma.

Yang's mother hurriedly supported Yang Ping'an, and anxiously called his baby name, Zhou He comforted in a gentle voice: "Madam, don't worry, everything will return to normal when Mr. Yang wakes up."

Although Yang's mother wished to hear Yang Pingan call her mother right now, she also knew that her son had never dreamed of going to bed since he clamored to be the number one scholar, so she suppressed her unbearable heart and saluted Zhou He : "Thank you, my lord..."

As soon as she waved her hand, the waiter took out the silver ticket and handed it to Widow Chen: "This is a reward... more than that, it is my thank you."

Mother Yang still couldn't hold back and said, "Where did you learn from? It's much more useful than those Xuanmen masters!"

Taoist Chen Family Widow Chen: "..."

Although he doesn't like Xuanmen very much, but there is no need to say it again, right?

Ning Sui, the prince of Xuanmen, did not respond at all.

Zhou He wanted to be vague at will, but when he saw Ning Sui's downcast gaze, he changed his words: "Oh, I'm also from the Taoist sect."

Mother Yang: "...Huh?"

Widow Chen: "...?!"

Zhou He smiled and patted Ning Sui's head who stepped back half a step and stood behind him at some point: "But I'm from the Xuanmen side of the capital."

Ning Sui took a break.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mother Yang sneered, "So that's how it is..."

She was a little strange, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She just watched Zhou He take out the extra 100 taels from Widow Yang and put it in Mother Yang's hand: "That's unnecessary."

He bent his eyes: "I listen to him."

Chen Widow was shocked and distressed when he saw that the bank note in his hand was returned.

Mother Yang still wanted to insist, so Zhou He added: "You take it back, since my apprentice has already said it, my master must insist on his vow."

Mother Yang finally looked at Ning Sui without any hostility.

She sincerely thanked the three of them again, and Ning Sui felt that they had a lot to do in red tape, so he slapped Zhou He's hand and turned to leave.

He still has someone to catch.

This matter is settled for Mother Yang and the others, and they can disperse on the spot.

But not for Ning Sui.

Ning Sui caught up with the man and the little girl who were pushing away in the wheelchair, and under Zhou He's gaze, he asked the little girl, "What's your brother's birthday and name?"

Although his voice was cold, it was actually very pleasant to hear. The little girl was grateful to him, and when she heard him speak, she was still a little shy: "...You, why do you ask this?"

After she finished asking, she reported her brother's birthday and name, and said a few words: "Actually, my brother was supposed to be born a few days earlier. It was an alchemist who said that he was born on that day, and gave my mother a prescription to postpone it." Brother's day."

The little girl lowered her head and did not dare to look at Ning Sui: "Sister Yue told me these things. Sister Yue has been serving my mother since she was a child."

Ning Sui's gaze turned cold in an instant: "Then do you know anyone else?"

The little girl took some time to understand Ning Sui's words: "...I heard my mother said that she committed crimes, that all five of us took medicine or delayed or premature delivery, because of what the alchemist said, so The child born will surely have supreme glory and live a safe and smooth life.”

Zhou He left Widow Chen to wrangle, got rid of Yang's mother and walked towards them. The corners of his mouth were a little weak, and the smile in his eyes was a little cold.

He calculated in his mind, sixteen words.

His little friend has said sixteen words with other people.

Sixteen words were spoken to a man whom he had only met for a quarter of an hour.

He even opened his mouth for this little girl.

Zhou He couldn't move his fingers anymore.

The author has something to say:

Gee tut.

Hehe.

I smell it.

I could smell the strong smell of vinegar through the screen.

Note: Meiji is a local dialect, a title representing a girl.