Yang Feique suddenly turned around to run, but bumped into his sister Yang Feiyan's chest.
As the waves surged, Yang Feiyan took several steps back, with a strange look on her face, and asked hurriedly: "Sister, what did you see?"
Yang Feiqiao didn't bother to explain, so he stretched out his hand and pushed it away, while cursing: "You still ask, run quickly, it's too late to explain, there is a ghost in this house."
Is there a ghost?
Before Yang Feiyan could turn around and run away, she saw several figures flying across the sky, blocking the narrow drainage channel, and approaching step by step.
"whee……"
Yang Feiyan was also frightened and blurted out the quintessence of Chinese culture, but Yang Feique had no time to teach her a lesson and was only interested in using Qinggong to climb over the wall and escape.
Now, both sisters were not calm anymore.
It's so scary.
The two sisters have practiced so well that they can't get close to three or five people, and they haven't forgotten their skills.
The two sisters understood and used strength at the same time. Their four legs flew into the air, stepped on the wall, and crashed into the big wooden stick held in the hand of the paper man who rushed towards them.
At the critical moment, the two of them raised their hands at the same time and crossed their arms to resist.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and the arm was sore and painful, just like swatting flies, and the two of them were swatted down on the spot.
You can imagine the thickness of the wood used to make coffin boards.
The two sisters from the Yang family only came to steal things and did not bring weapons.
This time, I was suddenly at a disadvantage, and my eyes were filled with stars.
However, after falling behind a narrow drainage channel, the two sisters of the Yang family, even with all their martial arts skills, could not display their skills under the attack of the paper figures.
What's more, the paper man's strength cannot be estimated based on common sense.
Yang Feiqiao flew up and kicked the paper man with his short legs. The paper man took a step back, then quickly bullied him and hit him directly on the head.
There was no way to avoid the narrow drainage channel. Yang Feiqiao braced himself to resist. There was a crisp sound in his hand bones. Before he could react, Yang Feiqiao was hit again on the head.
"Bang!"
Yang Feiqiao's body went limp and he fainted directly to the ground.
"elder sister!"
Yang Feiyan's shrill cry caused the wild dogs on the street to bark wildly.
But then more paper figures rushed towards her. After a while of parrying, they were stunned, their eyes went black, and they fainted on the ground.
"whee……"
The paper figures grinned happily, but they themselves had no thinking.
The instructions given by Xu Ping were very simple.
Work and keep house.
The conscientious paper people did not kill anyone.
Six of the eight paper figures walked to the backyard and worked tirelessly.
The two paper figures who were left behind stood guard by the drainage channel, holding up the big wooden sticks in their hands and staring blankly at the two sisters on the ground.
Always be ready to fight the waking gopher.
…
The next day, Yizhuang.
Early in the morning, Xu Ping walked out of the room in high spirits and came to the yard.
At this moment, he didn't know that there were two loveless girls lying in the drainage ditch of his house.
He didn't know anything about what happened at home.
If the paper man is close, he can still sense it a little bit, but if the distance is too far, he can't feel anything at all.
Uncle Jiu was playing sword in the yard.
Seeing Xu Ping coming out of the house, Uncle Jiu put away the mahogany sword and greeted with a smile: "Shopkeeper Xu, how did you sleep last night?"
Xu Ping smiled: "Not bad, it's quite quiet here."
The Yizhuang is located next to the town, far away from the populated villages, so it is naturally very quiet.
Uncle Jiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and gestured: "Shopkeeper Xu, I have some Yuqian Longjing here sent by my junior brother. Why don't we take advantage of this moment to taste it together while Qiu Sheng is away and his literary talent has not yet emerged?"
It seems that he wants to talk to himself... Xu Ping nodded and said with a smile: "That's what you wish for."
…
"Shopkeeper Xu, this is the Yuqian Longjing in Suzhou and Hangzhou. It is brewed with spring water from Qingxiu Mountain."
Uncle Jiu sat at the table, picked up the teapot, poured two cups, and gently handed one cup over.
Xu Ping was not polite, picked up the tea cup, took a sip and savored it carefully.
The tea is tender green, the soup is clear, the aroma is lingering, and the taste is sweet.
After putting down the tea cup, Xu Ping didn't expect that such good tea was hidden in the small Yi Zhuang.
“Great tea!”
Seeing that he liked it, Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "If Shopkeeper Xu doesn't dislike it, I'll give you some later, but there isn't much left."
Then you have said so, if you don’t take some away, it will be gone... Xu Ping thanked him repeatedly and asked: "Uncle Jiu, could this be the new tea from Mingqian?"
Uncle Jiu nodded: "Exactly."
"I have a junior brother, whose name is Four Eyes. He often travels around and can always get some rare things. When he passed by the corpses a few days ago, he left some for me."
Xu Ping drank the tea brought by others and said, "The disciples of Maoshan are good, and they are respected wherever they go."
Uncle Jiu took over the conversation, his face straightened, and he said: "Shopkeeper Xu, I actually have something hidden in my heart. I would like to ask you to clarify it. Isn't it convenient?"
Xu Ping put down his tea cup and replied with a smile: "Uncle Jiu, it's okay to say so."
Uncle Jiu asked: "I dare to ask shopkeeper Xu, who is a master of Taoism, where did he learn from him?"
What is supposed to come will always come... Xu Ping smiled faintly and replied: "Xu has no teacher, so he accidentally embarked on the path of spiritual practice. He also accidentally found a broken Taoist book, and then he accidentally stumbled upon it and started
Practice.”
Uncle Jiu frowned, not because he thought he was lying, but because he was worried, and for fear of causing displeasure, he spoke carefully: "Broken Taoist scriptures... With all due respect, it is very easy to follow the path of cultivation if no one guides you.
Wrong way, shopkeeper Xu...you have to be careful."
"What Uncle Jiu means..." Xu Ping asked softly.
Uncle Jiu instantly sat upright, his waist straight, and he spoke skillfully: "Maoshan, do you want to know?"
Xu Ping was speechless. This was indeed the situation.
I want Uncle Jiu to teach me two moves, and Uncle Jiu wants my body. Is this an exchange of equal value?
After pondering for a moment, Xu Ping shook his head.
Maoshan Taoism is just the icing on the cake for him.
Yes, that's good.
No, it doesn't matter.
When Uncle Jiu saw his refusal, he couldn't help but look regretful.
Although he had already guessed the answer, he was still a little frustrated when he was actually rejected by Xu Ping in person.
After thinking for a while, Uncle Jiu's expression did not change. He wiped away the dullness he had just shown and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Xu, although the disciples of Maoshan are monks, they are not so particular. They can indulge in sex, alcohol, tobacco, and it doesn't matter whether they practice on the mountain or not.
Don't worry, if you have any concerns in this regard..."
Xu Ping shook his head and said: "Thank you Uncle Jiu for your kindness. I'll tell you the truth. Xu just lied to you. In fact, I have a master, but... the master won't let me tell you."
A person with too many secrets is really not suitable to join any organization.
There is no guarantee that one day he will be discovered and beheaded as a cult monster.
Working alone is the way to go.
While Uncle Jiu was deep in thought, Xu Ping continued to make up a story: "Master, he travels all over the world. When he passed by Renjia Town a few years ago, he saw that I was very talented, so he accepted me as his apprentice, so he came here without Master's permission.
, Xu is not allowed to become a disciple in another school, he can only do it here. Thank you Uncle Jiu for your kindness."
Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard this. Is there a master?
After pondering for a moment, he realized that some secluded Taoist masters did have some weird tempers, and it was normal to have such a request.
After thinking about everything, Uncle Jiu showed a relaxed smile and said, "Since Shopkeeper Xu has a teacher here, I don't have to worry too much."
Uncle Jiu's idea is very simple. As long as we don't go astray, everything will be easy. We are all fellow Taoists anyway.
And Xu Ping had another idea in mind.
The rewards are deducted from the Yin Yang Illustrated Book, and you need to kill and save the demons and monsters.
And in troubled times, it is impossible to run around in the world. Maybe one day you are not careful and you will be shot by a machine gun.
"Uncle Jiu, actually I have one more thing to do. If you encounter something evil, just say hello and Xu will never refuse." Xu Ping said directly.
When Uncle Jiu heard this, he slapped the table and stood up: "Shopkeeper Xu is really a hero in this world and a role model in the world."
There are often monsters and monsters, and Uncle Jiu feels powerless to deal with them alone.
After learning about Xu Ping's superb Taoism, he was worried that he could not find any reason to speak up and persuade Shopkeeper Xu to help justice, but he did not expect that the two of them had the same idea."
Xu Ping also stood up, drank tea instead of wine, and blurted out a lot of heroic words, "We who are cultivators should slay demons, eliminate evil and injustice in the world, and restore a peaceful world to the world."
certainly,
Justice must be supported, and rewards must not be withheld.