Reject cannon fodder with the system [Rebirth]

Shan Wu and Jiang Ting worked hard for a long time, and finally cleaned up the messy stables. Most importantly, they finally found Wang Shuang's body, and temporarily placed them in the empty house where they had roasted before.

The two of them agreed that they would go to the village to find the village chief in the afternoon. The corpses could not be stored for a few days, but there was no delay. They had to find a carpenter to make a coffin. finished.

He went back to his room to make some preparations, and set off together after Jiang Ting was done, and asked Guan Yao if there was anything he wanted to bring.He had heard from his aunt that some women in the village would make some gadgets and sell them in the market. He usually didn't need much money, except for the money he scraped together to buy a coffin with Wang Shuang, he still had a little extra money. You can buy something for Guan Yao.

Now Shan Wu and Jiang Ting have become the pillars of the racecourse, and they take care of all major and minor matters. Although Du Yanshan is the top supervisor of the racecourse, he doesn't take care of things, basically let them take care of them.

He took out all the remaining money and handed it over to Jiang Ting, asking him to take care of Wang Shuang's funeral. Excluding the severance pay distributed to other grooms last time, there was not much left.

Du Yanshan didn't know much about the cost of folk funerals. Jiang Ting got the money and estimated it. It might not be enough. He wanted to exchange points from the system for money. Later, Shan Wu and Li Yi brought some money they usually saved The monthly money can be regarded as the last little effort for Wang Shuang.

The racecourse is some distance away from the village, if you walk with your feet, you will definitely not be able to get back before dark, so Jiang Ting borrowed Du Shuang from Du Yanshan for Shanwu to ride, while he himself rode Yanmo.

Riding a horse was windy, and Shanwu added a few more clothes. He led Doushuang out of the stable, stroked its mane, and developed a relationship with it before setting off.

Doushuang is a Ruima, with a more docile temperament, much better than Yanmo, and also likes to be good at dancing to help it smooth its hair.

"Where are you going?" Guan Yao's cold voice came from behind Shan Wu.

"Shancai, I just went back to the house to look for you. Brother Jiang and I are going to visit the village in the afternoon. Do you want me to bring something?" Shanwu asked.

Guan Yao looked at Shan Wu from head to toe. Shan Wu was tall and strong, but now that he was wearing so many clothes, he looked like a bear to Guan Yao.

He said slowly, "Guan Yao, my name..."

"Oh?! You finally remembered what your name is?" Shan Wu shouted happily.

this idiot...

Guan Yao glanced at Shan Wu contemptuously: "Do you remember the pass of Guansai and the line of Gua Yao?"

"Hmm! Hmm... what are hexagrams?" Shan Wu asked puzzledly. He grew up in a temple, never studied, and knew nothing about those scriptures. I don't know many words.

"At first I thought you were practicing some kind of iron head kungfu, and you lost all your hair. Now I finally understand that you are so stupid that you don't have any hair on your head. It's the 64 hexagrams in the gossip," Guan Yao He said displeasedly, seeing that Shan Wu was still stupid, he simply took Shan Wu's hand and wrote the word "Yao" on his palm with his fingers. "understand?"

"So this is the word 'Yao', the strokes are so simple, I remembered it." Shan Wu smiled like a child, "Your hands are so white, like garlic..."

Shan Wu's skin is a healthy wheat color, while Guan Yao looks feminine and has a fair complexion.One of his fingertips was pressed against Shan Wu's palm, forming a stark contrast.

"...Is it a compliment? You should say that your hands are like catkins and your fingers are white!" Guan Yao said angrily.

"Oh..." Shanwu nodded, "You haven't said if you want me to bring something?"

"I don't want it," Guan Yao turned his head, this bald-headed fool couldn't pick anything good to return.

"Okay then, I'll go first, you stay at the racecourse obediently." After finishing speaking, Shan Wu turned around and rode on Doushuang.

Jiang Ting wrapped up the silver that everyone gathered and stuffed it into his arms. He rode Yan Mo and waited at the door for a while. Seeing Shan Wu coming, he nodded at him, and the two drove the horse and left the racecourse .

The snow covered the original path leading to the village. Since the beginning of winter, few people have walked this path. Fortunately, some dead trees on the side of the road can still be identified, and Jiang Ting and the others will not get lost.

The two rushed to the village non-stop. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and the whole village was full of joy and joy, and I wondered if they would run into the village head's bad luck.

Under the guidance of a villager, Jiang Ting and the others found the village head's house, an ordinary house with a thatched roof and yellow mud walls.

Seeing that the door of the house was not closed, Jiang Ting yelled at the door: "Is the village chief at home?"

An old man with silver hair came out with a cane: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Ting explained their purpose to the village chief, and wanted to bury Wang Shuang in the cemetery of their village, even in the farthest part of the village. He concealed that Wang Shuang died of suicide. Some villages are more superstitious and taboo to die in vain. people, and gave the village chief some small money.

Money is easy to do. The village chief originally frowned. Who wants to be involved in such funerals after the Chinese New Year, but after seeing the benefits Jiang Ting gave, he immediately smiled.

The village chief patted his chest and said it was okay, they could be buried next to the cemetery, and took Jiang Ting and the others to the fastest carpenter in the village to order a coffin.

The old carpenter himself was getting old, and he had been thinking about preparing a coffin for himself a year ago. In order to come out with a coffin that he was satisfied with, the wood at home was piled up everywhere.

Jiang Ting and the others urgently needed a coffin. Wang Shuang's body could not be placed for a few days, and the coffin did not need high-quality wood.The old carpenter happened to have a pair of half-carved oak coffins in his home. He thought the carvings were not good-looking, so he threw them aside.

They negotiated the price with the old carpenter, paid half of the deposit, and picked it up a day later.

She didn't expect to finish the work so quickly, Shanwu proposed to go to other places in the village and buy something to go back when she saw the sky was still dark.

People in the village have known for a long time that there is a horse farm nearby, and some horsemen there occasionally go to the village. I heard that Jiang Ting and the others want to buy something to go back. Grasshoppers, spinning tops, bamboo baskets, bamboo plaques, wooden hairpins, embroidery, etc. There will be a market a few days before the Chinese New Year, when they will take these things there to sell, or exchange for other things. need something.

Shan Wu picked a playful cloth tiger, although Guan Yao didn't say what he wanted, but seeing that cloth tiger, Shan Wu liked it from the bottom of his heart, and wanted to give it to Guan Yao to make him happy.In Shan Wu's heart, Guan Yao has always been regarded as the big boy who just picked up from the forest.

Seeing that the villagers were so enthusiastic, Jiang Ting was really embarrassed not to buy anything, so he chose a few simple hairpins. He is used to tying his hair with cloth ribbons. The hairpins are going to be given to Du Yanshan.

After bidding farewell to the villagers, they hurried back to the racecourse. Jiang Ting led Doushuang and Yanmo back to the stable, while Shanwu excitedly wanted to show the cloth tiger to Guan Yao.

Ever since Guan Yao left the house, he couldn't stay in the house anymore, and ran out of the house every now and then.When Shan Wu came to look for him, he was not in the house. The racecourse was neither big nor small, and it took a lot of work to find someone. Luckily, Shan Wu sat on her bed and waited for Guan Yao.

He put the cloth tiger on the bed, and began to count how many days had passed since he retrieved Guan Yao.

These days, the racecourse is lifeless. I went to the village and realized that it’s almost Chinese New Year. Guan Yao must have missed his family after being away from his family for so long. But when Shanwu offered to accompany him back to the border, he refused, probably Is there something unspeakable to hide.

Shanwu decided to find a chance to ask Guan Yao.

Just when Shan Wu was thinking wildly, Guan Yao came back and kicked the door open without knocking.

"Shancai...Guan Yao, what's the matter with you?" Shanwu asked hastily when he saw that his face was full of anger and blood was scattered on his chest.

Guan Yao took a look at him, turned around and sat on his bed, cross-legged and adjusted his breath.

After Shanwu left, he went to the wilderness when he was bored, and met a wild wolf.Food in winter was too scarce, so the wolf was afraid of prey as big as a human, but still attacked Guan Yao in order to feed his hunger.

Guan Yao beat the wolf to death within a few strokes, and then he finally found a recipe to break through the bottleneck of skill recovery.

Guan Yao practiced a kung fu of evil sects. In the early stage of this kung fu, the temperament of the practitioner would become very extreme, and blood sacrifices were needed to control the temperament and improve the skills. The so-called blood sacrifice is to kill living things with bare hands. Adults have been killed before, and the blood sacrifice is stopped when they have reached a high level.

Due to poisoning, he lost his skill greatly, and his kung fu practice has been unable to break through to the high level. After killing the wolf, he found that his skill suddenly increased. It turned out that he had to restart the blood sacrifice to recover.

That being the case, he had to leave the racecourse. There were not many living creatures nearby, so he had to go to more remote mountains and forests to find prey for the blood sacrifice.

At the thought of leaving the racecourse, he actually felt reluctant. He never had such feelings when he left the Blood Refining Sect.

"Guan Yao, what's the matter with you? Are you hurt? Where did the blood come from? Why did you do this after I left for an afternoon?" Shan Wu was so anxious that she didn't dare to touch Guan at will. Yao, he is also a martial arts practitioner, he knows that the opponent should not act rashly during meditation, otherwise it is easy to cause others to go mad.

Guan Yao was already a little irritable, but Shan Wu's series of questions were like a cannonball. After hearing this, his temper became even worse, and he roared directly: "Shut up!"

"Guan Yao..." Shan Wu was slightly injured, still holding the cloth tiger in her hand.

Since Guan Yao's body has gradually recovered, his temperament has become more and more uncertain. When he is in a good mood, he is willing to talk to you a few words, but when he is in a bad mood, he is unwilling to say a word, and even speaks back directly.

On the surface, Shanwu laughed and pretended not to care, but in her heart she didn't really like Guan Yao treating her like this.

"I'm leaving."

After running the Great Zhou, Guan Yao opened his eyes and said.

"Where are you going? Are you looking for your family?" Shan Wu stood and waited for a long time, and when she saw that Guan Yao was finally willing to speak, she asked.

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid?" Guan Yao was angry again, "Knowing that I know martial arts and my background is not simple, but you keep coaxing me like a child, or what do you want from me? ? If it weren't for the sake of taking care of me all the way, I would have made you a blood sacrifice!"

Hearing the word "blood sacrifice", Shan Wu suddenly remembered that he had read in a martial arts book that there were only three kinds of martial arts that required "blood sacrifice" in this world, each of which was practiced by evil spirits.

Seeing Shan Wu's horrified expression, Guan Yao was even more angry, thinking that he should have killed this monk long ago.

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