Uncle Jiu was so happy that he had dinner and drank until midnight.
It can be seen that Gu Nianhua is also happy. It is a blessing to have someone to protect her and prevent her from living on the street.
Qiusheng and Wencai were not very happy. In just one night, they could feel that their status had plummeted.
Uncle Jiu also said that whoever dares to bully the little girl will be killed by chopping melons and vegetables. He is very protective of the calf.
But right now, these things are all clouds.
According to Xu Ping's guess.
The source of the corpse is Wanliu Town, so no matter what, it must be a journey.
You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief for a thousand days.
If you ruin other people's affairs, you will definitely be resented. Instead of being on tenterhooks, you should take decisive action.
He even killed people. Anyone who could do such a thing doesn't look like a good person anyway.
Xu Ping expressed his thoughts and was highly affirmed by Uncle Jiu.
Making an appointment to leave early tomorrow morning, he hurried back to the coffin shop.
He was still thinking about that rotten piece of wood.
If you are not mistaken, you should be able to say: You may not lose, but I will definitely make a profit.
Returning to the coffin shop, Xu Ping went straight to the room and took out the charred willow wood.
Study it carefully.
The surface of the ash wood in front of me is carbonized and cracked, the center is burnt black, and the edges are faint blood red.
this……
His family is in the coffin business. Xu Ping has been exposed to all kinds of wood since he was a child and knows a little bit about it.
Generally, this situation is only caused by lightning strikes.
Because the different temperatures of lightning strikes will bring about different colors, the fury of thunder penetrates the trunk and reaches the central heartwood to produce such colors.
The one in front of me is obviously heartwood.
If Xu Ping guessed correctly, there should be network-like scorch marks inside the wood.
But the piece of wood in front of me is different from the ordinary lightning-struck wood. It exudes a faint odor invisibly.
"If this is carved as a decoration or hanging, it must not smoke people to death." Xu Ping pondered for a moment and thought that this might be the reason why Zhao's Trading Company sold it at a low price.
Moreover, although the price is said to be low, in fact, it is considered high.
What a thief.
However, is he an Erque rich man? He doesn't think so.
Xu Ping used the Zhanqi Technique again...
Wisps of breath drifted past in front of my eyes, showing three colors respectively, surrounding the lightning-struck wood.
Blue, the remaining thunder and lightning.
Cyan means this is excellent wood.
Light white, aura.
The essence of the sun and moon is its spirit, and all things have spirit.
Even if there is spiritual energy on a piece of dead wood, it will not condense into energy.
Why exactly...
Xu Ping played with the lightning strike wood in his hand and studied it carefully for a while, but still didn't find it.
Just as he was about to put it aside for now, when the smell filled the air, an idea flashed in his mind, and he went up to smell it, and his eyes lit up.
The smell doesn't seem to be from the wood itself.
Xu Ping took a closer look and saw that the scorched black appearance and the wood inside merged into one.
He sniffed it gently and found that there was no peculiar smell in the blood-red edges of the wood.
The smell comes from the burnt place.
And it is here that spiritual energy gathers into threads.
Qi gazing technique, fully open!
The true energy circulates at high speed in the body, condensing the eyes.
Xu Ping's eyes felt sore, brightened up, and swayed like tadpoles.
"This is... the demon pill!"
A thunder flashed in Xu Ping's mind...
Wild mountain forest.
The willow tree has practiced Taoism for thousands of years and is ready to transform into a human form.
But at this moment, a spring thunder exploded in the night sky and struck the earth. The demon elixir that had just condensed exploded in an instant, filling the air with a scorched black smell and wrapping the heartwood in the tree trunk.
Xu Ping came back to his senses. Despite his shock, his smile was extremely bright.
Thousand-year-old willow trees are rare to begin with, not to mention that they are still successful in cultivation and contain a trace of aura.
And it was covered with demon pills and carved into a wooden sword, so powerful.
Now, I must have made a profit, and Boss Zhao has lost everything.
Just do it.
Picking up the carving knife, Xu Ping began to attack.
When sawdust was flying, the thousand-year-old willow tree in his hand already looked like a sword embryo.
Finally, half an hour later, the brand new willow sword came into view.
As for the sawdust, he couldn't waste it, so he threw it into the vat for cultivating gu.
Normally, you are generous and generous, but when it comes to practicing this kind of thing, you have to be careful and careful.
…
The roosters are singing and the smoke is curling up.
Xu Ping locked the door of the shop, rented a carriage, and hurried to the entrance of the town.
He didn't bring the paper man there, mainly because it was in broad daylight and could easily scare children.
However, in the package on his back, there was a stack of palm-sized paper figures, a copper coin sword given by Uncle Jiu, and a wooden sword about half a foot long.
The wooden sword was carved from wood struck by lightning for thousands of years. It was a hundred times stronger than the copper coin sword presented by Uncle Jiu.
As for the pile of small paper figures, although they cannot spontaneously ignite and attack, they are short and powerful, and have a lot of strength, swinging their arms like knives.
In addition, he also put on the beauty face, just in case it came into use.
When they arrived at the entrance of the town, they saw two figures.
Uncle Jiu and Gu Nianhua.
Uncle Jiu is still the same as before, wearing gray clothes and cloth shoes, and is dressed plainly.
However, an apricot-yellow corner was revealed in the package, and it was obvious that he was wearing the shirt.
As for Gu Nianhua, she stopped being a beggar and regained her daughter's body. She wore two braids hanging down both sides of her shoulders, a set of blue linen clothes, and embroidered shoes.
This dress looks like it belongs to Uncle Jiu.
Well, the master and the apprentice are about the same height.
A beautiful lady, graceful and graceful, with a smile as bright as a flower, yet she looks like a dirty beggar.
With this figure, she should be fine wearing a cheongsam.
Xu Ping admired it twice and drove the carriage forward, "Uncle Jiu, why didn't Qiu Shengwencai come?"
Uncle Jiu jumped on the carriage first and said, "I asked them to look after the house. Yizhuang cannot be empty."
Gu Nianhua stood nearby and said with a smile: "The two senior brothers are very unhappy. They say that master has a new disciple and forgets the old one."
She smiled, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and she looked a little excited.
Uncle Jiu looked calm and said: "Let Xiaohua see the world in advance and become familiar with the business."
At the same time, he was also thinking in his heart.
The two bastards were becoming more and more disobedient, and they had to wait until Xiaohua was gone before giving them a good beating.
Disciple, when you disobey, just give him a beating.
Uncle Jiu was an old straight man. As soon as he got on the carriage, he began to take stock of the treasures in the package and forgot about his little apprentice.
Xu Ping sat on the carriage, looked at her, and yawned: "Will you sit up?"
Gu Nianhua was stunned for a moment, her face turned red from holding back, "I can't get up."
"Give me your hand."
"oh……"
Xu Ping pulled her up, and Gu Nianhua's feet flew into the air, finally landing firmly on the carriage.
As soon as she got on the carriage, Gu Nianhua spread her little hands and sat opposite Uncle Jiu, her heart was pounding with flying red clouds.
I was thinking to myself, is he...interested in me?
I don’t know why Uncle Jiu brought her here. Could it be that he wanted to show off his Maoshan Taoism, lest she run away in front of two unknown senior brothers and a pile of corpses in coffins in Yizhuang?
Realizing Uncle Jiu's good intentions, Xu Ping was quite helpless, shook the reins, set up the carriage, and rushed to Wanliu Town.
…
Wanliu Town is more than 20 kilometers away from Renjia Town and is a relatively small town.
Among the nearby towns, Renjia Town is the largest, and the roads are relatively flat.
In less than an hour, a small town appeared ahead, and there were gradually more pedestrians on the road.
Although the world is not very peaceful, it is still peaceful in a small place like this.
Pedestrians coming and going were chatting and laughing.
After leaving the carriage at the inn, Xu Ping and his party headed directly to Nanqiao Mountain outside the town.