The meal was quite peaceful. Zhang Rishan and Qi Lechuan were alone in the room. Qi Jiujiu held his face and looked at the food. The three of them were inexplicably harmonious.

"That year, the three of us sat together for dinner. Do you remember?" Zhang Rishan rarely drank. He sucked a few drinks today, or it was a bit unreal to watch the child grow up. They hadn't seen each other for four or five years.

Passed.

Qi Lechuan nodded, his eyes deeper and seemed to be recalling.

She is nostalgic and values ​​love even more.

The death of Master Qi was a big blow to her. Before her death, Master Eight told her not to need a funeral, there was no burial, no coffin, and even no urn, so she did not let her meet for the last time.

When she rushed back from school, the shop's friend told her that Eighth Master asked him to scatter the ashes into the sea. She finally lived in vain in her life. Fortune-telling people spy on the secrets of heaven. It was not good to die. Eighth Master Qi was selfish.

Didn't let Qi Lechuan meet for the last time.

That day she knelt on the beach for a day and a night, and Zhang Rishan stood with her for a day and a night.

Even the next year I didn't dare to ask Master Ba in front of her.

"Child, you have grown up, but I still want to remind you, protect yourself and not be hurt." Before leaving, the adjutant nagged, always thinking that she would not be able to take good care of herself.

But in fact, he understood that Qi Lechuan gained a foothold in Qi's family with his identity as a man and expanded Qi's business. He was a serious heir and Xiao Baye who everyone respected.

The adjutant even felt that the Eighth Master had asked her to face the Nine Gate as a man. If she were a girl, the Qi family would not have been convinced of a woman for decades.

She herself was also successful, never letting her adjutant intervene, and she managed the family's business in an orderly manner.

As the weather just came to spring, Qi Lechuan tidied up the red scarf on his neck, wore a navy blue coat, and a cloth bag cross-body. She smiled, with her eyebrows and eyes curled, "Don't worry, Grandpa Rishan."

Zhang Rishan was stunned and finally waved at her stiffly.

Looking at her back as she was leaving, Zhang Rishan actually remembered the Eighth Master back then. The two of them were exactly the same. He sighed and turned back to the Crescent Hotel.

Yin Nanfeng leaned against the wall and looked at him strangely, "Old guy, are you sad?"

Zhang Rishan replied indifferently, "No." But his steps did not stop.

Yin Nanfeng looked at the direction where Qi Lechuan left again. She had basically never seen Zhang Rishan feel sad about spring and autumn, and she thought he was a heart-warming person.

Here, Qi Lechuan received news from his third uncle.

'Shandong Guazi Temple, keep up with me, your brother is here too.'

When she saw that the time had been sent half a day ago, she probably had set off.

She flew to Shandong, then took a long-distance bus, and there was no way to get inside, so she got on a ox cart again, and the old man who was driving the car talked to her, "What are you doing here alone? Yesterday my brother sent me a wave.

People, several of them said they were here to explore."

She thought it must be the third uncle and the others. In order to prevent the third uncle from cheating her again, she smiled and said a few more words, "I am just with them. I'm late. Is there a little girl who doesn't like to talk to them.

elder brother?"

The old man paused, "Which one are you talking about? Are you wearing a hat? I saw him in the village. I didn't hear him say anything, by the way, there was a knife behind him, and it looked like

He was a wanderer in the ancient times."

As the old man talked about the topic, he also had a dream of martial arts when he was young.

Qi Lechuan listened carefully and responded to him from time to time. She was in a good mood now and was about to see her brother.

She looked down at her outfit, exactly the same as when she first met Zhang Qiling, and her brother would definitely recognize her at a glance.

When she was sent to the place, the old man showed her the way, saying that there was a mountain stream down to the valley, and there would be a boatman there.

Qi Lechuan followed the old man's direction and stood by the river. The wind blew over, carrying the yin energy, and her expression did not change.

The boatman should have sent his uncle and the others, so she had to find a way to cross the river to catch up with them.

Qi Jiujiu floated out of the blood jade, wearing a gray coat, and carrying a peach wood sword behind him. It was the sacred wood that came out of the tomb back then.

Seeing his outfit, she twitched, "What the hell are you? Can you respect Taoism? Is there anyone who does this?"

The young boy held his head up and his chest was squinting, "There are so many Taoist techniques. Who said that ghosts cannot practice Taoist techniques? If you are strong, you will be done."

Qi Lechuan shook his head. This guy boasted that he didn't know who he learned from and never restrained himself.

She raised her hand and pointed, "I have a premonition that the cave in front of me is so heavy, so there must be ghosts. It is too far away and there is no guide. The rest must be known by waiting to go in."

Qi Jiujiu on the side didn't listen at all, "I'll send a boatman."

The channels were different. She looked at him, and with a wave of his little hand, Gui Yu held it in his hand and tore the space apart.

The ferryman was dragged over with his bamboo raft with a confused look on his face. He was amazed, but he also knew the aura of the Ghost King and did not dare to be arrogant.

Qi Lechuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, "Qi Jiujiu, your operation is too foul."

Qi Jiujiu stepped on the bamboo raft, raised his eyebrows, and joking around his chest, "If you don't come up, you will never be able to catch up with the big boss in your life."

She accepted it and raised her feet.

The ferryman rowed the bamboo raft and whispered, "Sir, the ghost king, the villain still has his own work, which is not in accordance with the rules."

Qi Jiujiu was carrying a peach wood sword and glanced at him coldly, "Hmm?"

The ferryman shut up and dared not say anything again.

Qi Lechuan was different. She pounded the young man with her elbow and warned in a low voice, "For the sake of our brother, the last time, I dare to tear the space apart next time, and I will knock it off for you."

It doesn’t matter if Qi Jiujiu is, “It’s okay if it’s easy to use.”

She rolled her eyes.

He used his cultivation to tear the space apart, which means that he was gradually reducing his ghost life and was an invisible damage to his body.

"Sir Ghost King, something is wrong with the cave in front of me. I have the illusion of going home." The ferryman frowned.

What he meant was like the water ghosts gathered under the underworld river. The yin energy was very heavy. The more you walked in, the more you became, the more you became, the more you became.

Qi Lechuan took out a few talisman papers and held them, which were all used to ward off evil spirits by herself. There were ghosts around her, so she was still a little more particular.

Because Qi Jiujiu is by her side, her sensitivity to danger will be reduced, so she usually won’t let Qi Jiujiu appear when doing things. This time, Qi Jiujiu came out by herself, so there must be danger here.

"The yin energy is so heavy, I'm afraid it's a place to accumulate corpses." She said.

The bamboo raft entered a narrow hole, with a small opening and barely passing through.

After passing the entrance of the cave, it was pitch black inside. Qi Lechuan turned on the flashlight he carried with him.

She slapped her eyes, and the light stopped on top of her head, pursed her lips, "It's a thief."

She followed the waterway ahead and curled her lips. No wonder her brother appeared here. It turned out that there was a large tomb underneath.
Chapter completed!