Chapter 8 The world is round and it can turn

I fell into a deep sleep with a hangover, and in the blink of an eye the next day came.

In the left wing room, the coffins are displayed, and the cool breeze makes the atmosphere solemn. The funeral cloth is swaying under the curtain, and the white wax and green smoke are curling up on the incense table. The melon and fruit sacrifices are placed under the sign; the roasted chicken and wine are presented in front of the ancestors.

The new incense has not expired yet, I think someone just offered it.

At that time, Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian were sleeping soundly, presumably because alcohol helped them sleep, and they had no intention of getting up early.

Yang Fan had already been exercising for an hour wearing iron shoes "Wu Mi". After sweating profusely, his legs were sore.

The iron shoes are "wumi" and have an internal height of 5 centimeters. Although they are ordinary like cloth shoes, they actually have a mystery inside.

"Wumi" was carefully crafted by my grandfather and Yang Fan according to records in ancient books. The shoe weighs seventy-five kilograms and has a code number of forty-one. It is made of cold iron mixed with mithril. It will change color when exposed to poison and will be restored when exposed to the sun. The name is Yang Fan himself.

The meaning of "take" is: there is no place to be found even if one wears iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

When my grandfather heard this, he slapped him on the back of the head and said: There is no way to find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it is all a matter of flying kung fu.

When Yang Fan practiced martial arts, he spent three days fishing and two days drying nets; he spent one day doing nothing but sneaking around and playing. Naturally, Wu Mi was abandoned by him under the bed, and the nets were already covered with dust.

He was studious by nature, but he was afraid of pain, suffering, and tiredness. He was not enthusiastic about martial arts. If his grandfather hadn't taught him this skill well, it would have been even more unsightly.

After this catastrophe, Yang Fan suddenly grew up.

On the third day when my grandfather drove to the west, he rummaged through the boxes and found "Wumi". The shoes he once never wore were never taken off or replaced again.

Yang Fan held up a goshawk and said to himself: "Why are there so many goshawks flying around the island every day? There used to be some, but not so many, and not so stupid. There were always above our heads.

It's spinning. That's fine, let's make a tooth festival, this eagle meat is really delicious."

Yang Fan didn't understand etiquette, and he didn't care about happy events or funerals, and no one taught him. Therefore, on the incense table in the mourning hall, Yang Fan had one stick of incense every day when he got up early in the morning, one before meals, and one before going to bed.

If Zhu Qingshan hadn't said that people have the first seven days and it's best to be buried after seven days, Yang Fan would have buried the coffin under the willow tree. But when Yang Fan asked the two about the specific matters of the funeral, whether it was the noble Zhu Qingshan or the graceful and luxurious

Qinglian was hesitant and couldn't explain why. When Zhu Qingshan asked why he didn't ask the monks to recite sutras and the Taoists did it, Yang Fan just shook his head gently and said: Grandpa doesn't like it.

In line with the principle of "respect in the heart is filial piety, and thoughts in the heart are affection", everything is kept simple and simple.

Seeing Yang Fan busy in the kitchen, Qinglian couldn't help but smile slightly.

After getting along with each other for a few days, Zhu Qingshan's affection for Yang Fan grew day by day, and he felt like he had known her for a long time. As for Qinglian, under the attack of delicious food, how could he not like Yang Fan?

Zhu Qingshan asked curiously: "Why have there been no letters in the past few days?"

Qinglian naturally didn't know, and said: "Maybe it's because there are no big things these days."

Zhu Qingshan: "This is the best."

Qinglian said: "In the past few days, when the secret guards reported, Yang Fan would suddenly play hide and seek with children and find them one by one."

Zhu Qingshan's hidden guard is good at concealment and assassination, and its average strength is at the mid-level level.

Zhu Qingshan: "Oh? Were they careless, or did Yang Fan notice it?"

Qinglian: "Everyone said that Yang Fan often looked in the direction where they were hiding, so I don't think the guards were careless, but Yang Fan noticed it himself."

Zhu Qingshan is so amazing.

Zhu Qingshan has observed Yang Fan's martial arts skills. The martial arts are quite complex, with southern fists and northern kicks, ghost legs and dragon hands, which are ambiguous and specious. Needless to say, the level is not mentioned. In the early stages of reaching the first-class level, although he is considered a master, he is also an ordinary master. How?

How can he easily find his subordinates who are good at hiding and assassinating?

The more Zhu Qingshan got to know Yang Fan, the more curious he became; the more curious he became about him, the less fully he found that he understood him.

"It's time to eat." A shout came from the front hall.

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian walked in one after another without Yang Fan's greeting. They looked at the table full of dishes and smiled so hard that they couldn't see their teeth.

Yang Fan: "Would you like some wine? I made a dish of beggar's chicken for you today. It will be perfect with some wine."

Thinking of Yang Fan after drinking last night, Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian couldn't help but look at each other funny.

Yang Fan was not a good drinker, so he drank one cup to blush, two cups to drink, and three cups to drink. After drinking, no one supported him, and he just supported the wall and went back to the room.

From then on, Yang Fan had a nickname in Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian's dictionaries - Three Cups Down.

Although Yang Fan's drinking capacity is poor, his wine taste is very good. After he is drunk, he neither fights nor makes trouble, nor goes crazy nor crazy, nor vomits nor screams. He always says that he is drunk. Sometimes he talks eloquently, sometimes he composes songs and poems, which is very cute.

, very interesting.

The situation last night was like this: after three drinks, Yang Fan was in a daze for a while, then stood up with a staggering step, and said loudly: "Do you know why the earth tends to shake when people are drunk?"

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Why?"

Yang Fan: "Because the world is round and it can rotate."

Drunk talk, how can it be taken seriously? Nonsense talk only makes Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian chuckle.
Chapter completed!