The beggar walked very slowly. It took more than two minutes to walk a short distance of only ten meters.

When he walked up to Li Qiufan, he didn't take a seat. Instead, he let out sobs from his mouth. The sound lasted for a long time, one after another. It became more and more sad and louder, making people feel depressed.

Very uncomfortable.

The cry was not like a human crying at all, but like a grave cry, a little penetrating.

Li Qiufan sneered secretly and said to the beggar: "Fortune telling or fortune telling?"

The beggar didn't answer. He raised the broken bowl in his hand to the level of his forehead and bowed three times to Li Qiufan, still crying.

Li Qiufan sighed and said: "I have no business these days, so I only lost fifty yuan. It doesn't matter if I give it to you, but I am very reluctant to give it up. Sanyeling witchcraft has declined to this day, and there are fewer descendants than endangered protected animals."

If you die, how will you explain to your ancestors?"

The cry suddenly stopped, and then came out from the beggar's crooked mouth in an even more sorrowful state. Li Qiufan's face turned slightly cold, and he felt a negative and world-weary emotion growing crazily in his heart. He actually had the idea of ​​committing suicide, and he hurriedly meditated and meditated.

Spell to resist the intrusion of crying.

"Insist on seeking death, don't blame others, go to the underworld to atone for your sins..." Li Qiufan grabbed the ghost bell, silently recited a mantra in his mouth, speaking very fast, violently shook the ghost bell, and the sound waves of Gangqi sounded like hundreds of waves.

Golden silk satin covers the beggar.

The beggar knelt down, kowtowed, and bowed again and again, and his crying intensified.

"Five thunders lock the Yuqing Palace deeply, white cranes whistle in the wind and chirp in the blue sky, dragons and tigers tremble in the sky from their mouths, demonic sounds and ghosts scream and retreat! Get out!"

Li Qiufan pressed the Ghost Bell on the table hard, and the sound was like a loud bell, with a dragon and tiger ringing in it, which penetrated into the soul!

The beggar's cry was interrupted on the spot by this sharp shout. The invisible sound wave lifted up his messy hair, revealing a dirty face. However, this person looked uncomfortable, with his eyebrows bent down.

His eyes were drooping at his temples, his eyes were cloudy as if tears were welling up in his eyes, and his whole face was slumped down. There was no trace of joy in him, and he looked like a dead man in every aspect.

Poof!

A mouthful of black blood spurted out from the beggar's mouth, his pupils expanded, and his soul seemed to be separated from his body.

Li Qiufan took a sip of water and asked, "Is there any successor?"

The beggar raised his hands and said, "Yes, but it's a pity that I'm not around."

Li Qiufan said: "Then you can die with peace of mind. Just cry at the grave. If you insist on getting involved in this matter, I will ask someone to dispose of the body. You have been crying all your life, but in the end, when you are about to die, no one will help you."

It's really ironic to cry."

The beggar showed even more sadness and asked: "You don't want to know who sent me? Why did you come?"

Li Qiufan said nonchalantly: "I'm not interested. I'll accept anyone who wants to come, just because I'm afraid they won't have the guts!"

"Young hero... a rookie in the Taoist sect. His mind is as solid as a rock. My death is not unjust."

After saying that, the beggar fell straight down, and the corners of his mouth finally raised, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Li Qiufan called Uncle Wang and asked him to send someone to dispose of the body. Within a minute, several men in black ran out of the Xu family, packed the body in snakeskin bags, dragged it into the trunk of a car, and drove away.

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There were also several people carrying buckets and dishwashing rags to quickly clean up the blood he vomited. It took a few minutes for it to dry under the evaporation of the sun.

It was as if this person had never existed.

The fat man ran over in a flash. He heard Song Ya at home saying that Li Qiufan was fighting with someone. He watched from a distance. When the person died, he hurriedly came over to inquire. He sat in front of Li Qiufan and asked mysteriously: "Brother Fan, what happened just now?"

What is the background of the beggar?"

Li Qiufan drank tea and said: "There used to be a lot of witch beggars in Sanye Ridge. They can be seen everywhere. They are destined to live a life of misery. It is said that they are all trying to repay the debts they owed in their previous lives, so they are weak and have bad luck all their lives.

Being lonely, one never smiles, and if one smiles, it is the time of death. Therefore, this group of people do not know anything else. In order to survive, they specially cry at the graves of others. When someone dies, if there are no filial sons and grandsons, they will invite this group of people to cry at the graves.

It was good to comfort the souls of the dead and earn some face for the master's family. It was okay at first. Although ordinary people would stay away from each other for fear of being exposed to bad luck, but they were also more respectful. After all, it was a business related to the dead. Who would see it?

I will give them some food when I get there, so I can be considered half a beggar.”

Li Qiufan continued to tell about the records about begging for witches that he saw in the Kunlun Secret Code: "I don't know when, a person appeared among these grave-weepers, calling himself Third Master. He originally knew some witchcraft, but later made a mistake

After being deprived of his magic power and exposed to Weeping Graves, by chance, he actually created a spell that looks like a witch but is not a witch. Not only can he weep graves, but he can also infinitely magnify the dark side of ordinary people's hearts until

He was degenerate and world-weary, and was in great pain. The Third Master spread the practice of this art, and most of the grave-weepers became his disciples. His power grew rapidly and spread all over the place. Everyone was afraid of him like a tiger. As long as he saw a person wearing

Wearing beggar clothes, holding a broken bowl, and crying for food, the beggar gave him the good things from home without hesitation. He can be called a god of plague. Unfortunately, there is no circle without rules. There is no sect or fixed system for begging witches.

The activities took place in a place where there was no restriction by the rules and regulations of the sect. The disciples became more and more excessive, seizing fertile land, bullying men and dominating women, and finally caused disaster. During the Xiaozong period of the Ming Dynasty, they were wiped out by the imperial court, and nine out of ten of them were massacred.

, the remaining begging witches fled in all directions, not daring to perform witchcraft again. I heard that in that year, it was difficult to see even ordinary beggars on the streets. To this day, it is still rare to see a begging witch."

After hearing this, the fat man laughed and said: "Those real beggars are also miserable. If the city gate is on fire, let alone the fish in the pond, all the fish in the world will suffer!"

Li Qiufan said: "So some people joke that Emperor Xiaozong calls himself 'the wise master of the three generations below, Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty and Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty.' A large part of the credit comes from his eradication of beggars and witches, scaring beggars all over the world."

Not daring to beg for food resulted in this kind of prosperity. In fact, it was the result of people practicing frugality, being diligent in political affairs, paying attention to justice, working hard to reverse the corruption in government, driving out traitors, and working hard to govern."

The fat man grabbed Li Qiufan's cup and took a sip of tea: "Is this person also targeting our family? He's not very powerful!"

Li Qiufan kicked him and cursed: "Witchcraft is very weird, and ordinary people can't guard against it. If I hadn't practiced Taoist mental skills since I was a child, and my heart is like a rock and cannot be easily shaken, I would have caught his Taoist trap and hanged him by now.

The tree is up."

The fat man thought what he said was a bit exaggerated and didn't quite believe it. He said jokingly: "In the end, you just sat here and the guy died after you yelled at him. As for what he said is so mysterious? Could it be that he wanted to take the opportunity to cheat money?

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Li Qiufan was too lazy to argue with him, and he yelled, thinking that I was Meng Zhang Fei, and that guy was that coward Xia Houjie.

He said with a serious expression: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. Be careful lately. Chi Long, you are a Gu demon. Once you sense evil approaching, remind Fatty immediately and go to Song Ya immediately, and then come out to inform me. Even if you are so quick,

Even the beggar witch who has broken the inheritance can be invited, and the other party's background is very big! If it was Song Ya who was here just now, it is very likely that he would make her demonic and violent, and kill everyone on sight. This person's intention should be to prepare

He wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but unfortunately I happened upon him and broke his begging curse with my awe-inspiring voice. He died from the backlash. He has a vicious mind and must be guarded against!"

"Is it so serious?" Fatty's expression changed and he quickly said yes.

Just as he was talking, another person came not far away.

As he approached, the Gang Qi in Li Qiufan's body began to become restless.

Realizing that Li Qiufan's expression was not right, the fat man immediately became vigilant. Chilong hurriedly sent a message: "Master, be careful, a mage is here! He is very powerful. At least he is also a Heavenly Master tablet!"

"Heavenly Master!? Same as Brother Fan?" the fat man lost his voice.

Li Qiufan took out a seal and handed it to the fat man, and said in a deep voice: "Fat man, take the Arctic Ghost Killing Seal and stand behind me! If we fight next, don't worry about anything, just go home and let Song Ya guard the house.

I may not be able to take care of you!"

The fat man's breathing was a little rapid. Chilong jumped to the ground, stood up, blocked the front, and stared at the man closely.

As the other party got closer and closer, Li Qiufan's whole body began to boil involuntarily, and he forced himself to steady himself.

The person who came here was thin, wearing a worn Taoist robe, with a few inches of legs exposed and a pair of straight trousers. He had fair skin, a smile, and long hair. At first glance, I thought he was only thirty or forty years old, but upon closer inspection, I thought he was

He is at least sixty or seventy years old, his face is fair and beardless, and his eyesight is not bad. If you ignore the fluctuations of Gang Qi that he expresses, it is easy for people to have a good impression of him. He walks slowly and leisurely, but every step is like using a ruler.

The measurements are the same, exactly the same.

"Brother Fan, this guy doesn't look like a bad guy..." Fatty whispered.

"Shut up!" Li Qiufan shouted: "Now even if you have a fart, just hold it back!"

It is precisely because of the appearance of this Taoist that Li Qiufan is even more vigilant, because only people with advanced Taoism can achieve this wonderful effect, and the other party's realm may be higher than himself!

The Taoist walked to Li Qiufan's table and made a bow. It was a standard Taoist ritual and the hand-knotting technique was the Heavenly Master's Secret Art!

"It is indeed the Heavenly Master..." Although Li Qiufan had already guessed it, his heart still sank slightly.

"Fellow Taoist, can I borrow three incense sticks?"

The Taoist was polite and said with a smile.

"Of course, I'm a guest from afar, Taoist friends, feel free to do as you please." Li Qiufan took out three sticks of fine sandalwood and handed them to him.

"Thank you!" The Taoist put the incense on the candle, lit it, bowed with the incense, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

The smoke curled up, and neither of them looked at each other, but stared at the smoke.

After being silent for several minutes, the other party took the lead and praised: "You are a Taoist with great cultivation, and you have a Celestial Master tablet at such a young age. It really makes me ashamed!"

Li Qiufan said with a smile: "Senior, the strength of the elders can be freely released, and the method of maintaining beauty is even more proficient. I am afraid that many girls will be ashamed..."

The Taoist smiled slightly. He couldn't tell what Li Qiufan said. He was flattering on the surface, but the implication behind his words was: You are not serious, you are old as you are, and you are pretending to be young!

"Fellow Taoist, your words are sharp, but you don't know how to do kung fu?"

Li Qiufan talked and laughed calmly and said: "You will know if you try it? It's you that night. Come in if you want. The Xu family is very hospitable. Why should you hide in the dark? But if you can find a beggar, you are quite capable."

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The Taoist slapped a butterfly that landed on him to death and said, "I'm afraid you will be surprised if you try it."

Li Qiufan raised his eyelids slightly and said: "I have thorns on my body. I am a hedgehog, not an insect. If you slap my hand, it will rot."

Dao seemed to be very happy, and his smile deepened and he said: "It's okay, your hand can be healed if it's broken, but you only have one life. I'm afraid you can't save the Xu family."

Li Qiufan placed his palm on the hilt of the mahogany sword and said, "I told you - try it!"

The Taoist smiled and said regretfully: "It's a pity..."

Li Qiufan suddenly asked in a confused tone: "Can you tell me why you want to deal with the Xu family?"

The Taoist nodded and said: "Of course, it's not something worth hiding. This little brother's father took something very useful to us and asked him for it several times, but he wouldn't give it to him. Plus, their monster

My Taoist practice is not shallow, so I had no choice but to make this decision. Unexpectedly, all the small tricks were destroyed by fellow Taoists, and instead I lost two of my subordinates, so I had to take action myself."

The fat man couldn't stand it for a long time. He didn't care about Li Qiufan's warning and cursed: "wcnm, it's just a small trick. If my brother Fan hadn't been here, my whole family would have been harmed by you!"

A cold light flashed across the Taoist's eyes, and he looked at Chilong and said: "Zhu Youli's death will be an advantage for you. That big python actually transformed into a Gu demon. It's rare. It's rare. I'll take you back after a while and you'll be raised."

Use it as a mount for me."

"I miss you so much!" The fat man became even more angry.

"Young man... have some moral integrity, I will discipline your parents first!" The Taoist was humiliated repeatedly and did not show any action, but a whisk came out of his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the soft whisk silk turned out to be like

The steel wire was divided into a ball and stabbed at the fat man.

Li Qiufan's mahogany sword rotated in the palm of his hand, swinging the fly whisk back. The strong energy dispersed, and a wave of air surged around, lifting up the grass leaves all over the sky.

The aroma of green grass fills the air, and it smells good.
Chapter completed!