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Chapter 610 Slip away(1/2)

In the dream, he went back to the time when he supervised the construction of the Xushan Spirit Gathering Formation more than ten years ago. The transformation of Xushan took a long time, but the construction demonstration before the start of construction actually only took three months.
What both gods and emperors want to do, no one in Bega can stop him.
Zaifu Kua still remembered that in the past three months, his colleague and friend Mei Shifu had a heated argument with him over the construction of the formation.
"Nonsense, it's too dangerous to do this!"
"This is the will of the emperor and his old man, and it is also the result of the gods' ginseng. What can you doubt?"
"But, but..."
"But what? We just need to resolutely implement it and supervise the construction with all our strength!" Zaifu sneered, "You and I dare to change one thing. If something goes wrong, will the whole family's heads be chopped off?"
After saying it several times, Mei Shifu gave up.
But no matter how careful everyone was, an accident happened on the day when the formation eye was installed...
Although more than ten years have passed, Zaifu Kua still remembers the day when Tianshu Peak was filled with fire bombs, roars of filial piety shook the sky, and the apocalyptic scene frightened everyone.
Fortunately, he is still some distance away from the breaking point...
But Mei Shifu on Tianshu Peak died on the spot.
Alas, everything is fate, and it is not up to anyone.
Zaifu praised the sleep and didn't wake up until noon the next day.
The concubine saw him staring straight at the ceiling of the tent, and couldn't help but worry: "Master?"
"It's nothing, I just think about the past." In the first few years after Mei Shifu's unfortunate death, he always dreamed that the other party came to complain to him, but after going to the temple to ask for a peace of mind charm, he was fine.
Why did he dream of this person again more than ten years later?
However, he couldn't remember clearly what the two of them said in the dream when he woke up. Maybe it was just the same nonsense as before, right?
It seems that he has to go to the temple to ask for the peace charm again.
However, when he went to the temple, the fortune teller from last time came to read his fortune again and said "congratulations" upon meeting him.
Zaifu said angrily: "How happy are you?" Last night, I dreamed about Lao Mei, that short-lived ghost.
"I once said that Mr. Zaifu will suffer a calamity in his seventy-fourth year."
"Yes." It still bothered him for so many years.
"Looking at Mr. Zaifu's face today, the evil spirit has dissipated." The fortune teller bowed his head and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Zaifu, you have passed the disaster safely, and you can expect to live a hundred years!"
Zaifu was surprised at first, and then overjoyed: "It's over? Is my fate over now?"
Normally, he would be suspicious of what he believed. But last night, he suddenly dreamed of Mei Shifu, whom he had not seen for a long time. Did this old friend help him secretly?
Anyway, this is a good thing, a great thing!
"Reward!" Mr. Zaifu was happy, and the fortune teller immediately received a generous reward of one hundred taels of silver.
"We have a banquet, we have to have a banquet!" Zaifu said with a beaming smile, "The banquet will be held in seven days, no, no, five days later! Invite all my old friends to come."
The attendant responded and reminded carefully: "Sir, your seventy-fifth birthday will be next month."
"What does it have to do with it?" Zaifu said indifferently, waving his hand, "We will do it! We will do it!"

He Lingchuan also slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
As soon as the courtyard door was opened, there were two Tongxin guards standing guard outside.
Apparently his residence was taken care of.
Menghu Jiaoyu stumbled out from nowhere and stretched beside him.
"There are people watching you in the dark. I can smell their scent." Passing by a big tree, a tiger stood up and scratched the tree with its ten pointed claws, making a hissing sound. "I really want to eat them all."
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The feeling of being watched is particularly unpleasant. It is like a noble general in a hundred mountains...
"Hold it." He Lingchuan stroked the tiger's back, feeling the knotted muscles under the fur, "I told the kitchen to kill a fat sheep last night, wrap the mutton and hang it in the cold pool, waiting for you."
The reason why I didn't hang him in the lake in the back mountain was because it was not safe there.
Sure enough, as soon as the tiger heard that there was meat to eat, his anger subsided.
He Lingchuan walked out and found a few pairs of eyes staring at him nearby. His spiritual sense was getting stronger now, and once he was spied on, he would feel strange.
Apparently, Fan Longan also had secret spies at Pianxiang Villa in addition to being exposed.
Entering the back kitchen, Meng Hu got the slaughtered and cleaned fat sheep as he wished, and the enthusiastic cook gave He Lingchuan a large food basket.
Four food boxes, upper and lower, are stacked together.
He Lingchuan said a few nice words to the cook and handed over ten copper coins as a tip. Then he put the food basket and the fat sheep into the storage ring and strolled to the back mountain.
The more money Fushan spends, the more Pianxiang Villa will look like a villa.
The servants swept the fallen leaves on the path, making a rustling sound; the tiger couldn't hold back and rolled twice on the thick pile of fallen leaves.
Ah, so cool!
The pavilion at the back of the mountain is being repaired and is buzzing.
The late autumn sun shines on people, bringing rare warmth.
A gap had been made in the bushes behind Weasel's house, and a small pier was built overnight, where the boat was parked.
He Lingchuan jumped on the boat, untied the cable, and moved the wooden oar a little closer to the dock's baffle.
As soon as the tiger jumped onto the bow of the boat, the boat left the shore and floated leisurely towards the center of the lake.
It squatted down, staring directly at the shore with its big eyes, and suddenly said: "Those rats really showed up."
Behind the trees on the lakeshore, a figure flashed.
"It's called Tongxinwei, not rat." Looking at it, He Lingchuan always felt that it was like a cat staring at a mouse. Even the tuft of white hair on the tip of its tail kept shaking, "It's time to eat."
Menghu's attitude toward Tongxinwei was probably because Fushanyue was becoming increasingly impatient with the constraints and controls in Lingxu City.
He Lingchuan caught the fat sheep, cut it into large pieces with a knife, and put it on the bow of the boat to feed the tigers.
The space inside the cabin is too cramped for the tiger, which is nearly a foot long.
He Lingchuan opened the food boxes one by one. Inside were a large bowl of braised noodles, a cage of fried buns, a large pile of scallion pancakes, a small portion of fragrant pear soup, and a small bowl of crystal buckwheat heads stuffed in the corner.
The bottom of the fried bun is fried into a golden brown skin. When you scrape it with a kuaizi, it will make a sizzling sound. The skin of the bun is very soft and moist, and there are a few black sesame seeds growing on it. He Lingchuan is not afraid of burning it, so he just stuffs one into his mouth.
, and burst into juice with a chirping sound.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Scallion pancakes, don’t look at the thin slice, but it is actually several layers of crispy. When he rolled it up and ate it, he sandwiched a few crystal buckwheat heads, and the taste was improved by two levels.
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The bowl of braised rice noodles is even better. Not only are there plenty of ingredients, including dried xianggu, shrimp, pork, squid, shredded bamboo shoots, and day lily, the base is also a stock made from pig bones and chicken racks. The soup is thick and sticky.
Just get it just right, take a sip, and you'll be snoring so pleasantly.
Not to mention He Lingchuan, an ordinary person would feel warm all over after eating the hot braised noodles.
The wind and clouds here reflect the gentle and delicate look of the tiger opposite who eats raw meat.
There is no way, big cats are born unable to chew, so they can only cut the meat with their side teeth and swallow it.
He Lingchuan finished eating, and Jiao Yu's sheep had only eaten less than a quarter.
He grabbed the wooden oar and headed to the north bank.
The boat with one person and one tiger on the south bank of the lake is now taking a straight line to the north bank, so the Tongxin Guards who were originally watching have to walk north along the shoreline.
However, this lake is not small, and the shoreline is quite winding.
One Tongxinwei was so impatient that he took off his coat and started to get into the water: "Swim over, swimming is faster than walking!"
Swimming is also a straight line.
But he just walked to the water and before he took off his shoes, his companion suddenly caught him:
"Don't go down, look into the lake!"
The man glanced into the water, and there happened to be a big guy jumping out of the lake nearly four feet high, and then fell back heavily. The exploding water spray splashed gold and jade in the sun, spraying several people in the face.
To be continued...
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