While eating tofu brain, Lu Qingfeng thought about the words of the guests next to him when they were chatting.

There are countless rumors in the county town, and strange things happen from time to time, but at this sensitive moment, when such incidents happen, it really makes people feel that this matter is related to the "Soul Conjuring Banner".

The soul-summoning banner can summon the undead.

Sometimes, where the undead gathers, the aura changes, and these undeads can also become visible to the naked eye.

Lu Qingfeng unconsciously turned his gaze to the southeast horizon again.

He taught Xiao Xun a lot of miscellaneous things back then, and seemed to have talked about the soul-summoning banner with him, but he never explained it in detail.

Xiao Xun is the prince of the royal family and the little prince of Jin Zun and Yu Gui. Although he is lively by nature, he likes to play and make fun of things, especially when he is most curious about stories about gods and ghosts, but Lu Qingfeng never ruined his head. He still understands that some people are not suitable for contact with dangers.

"What did I teach him?"

Lu Qingfeng closed his eyes and thought about it carefully. He seemed to have taught a lot, but he should be very sensible.

Their Canglan Sword Sect, the main practitioner of the Canglan Sword Sect, is naturally a sword, but because of their unique true energy, they are all known for their erudition.

Many experts in the world have unique skills. If they show them a few times, they may be able to find the trick. Not to mention how good they have learned, it is really not difficult to see through the principles and make a copycat version.

Lu Qingfeng also has the most famous pair of sharp eyes in the Canglan Sword Sect for generations.

When he was young, he was not focused enough and was curious about everything. He learned a lot of messy things. In addition to serious skills such as refining weapons, making medicine, and controlling beasts, he was more or less a little good at the sidelines.

He entered the imperial capital because he liked Xiao Xun's innocent little personality and had been with him for many years. The two of them were not brothers, but better than brothers. He claimed to be the eldest brother and played with the child all day long.

Now that Lu Qingfeng thinks about it carefully, he can't remember what he told Xiao Xun.

Two people are one to half a month, and they are drunk every day chatting under the moon. After a few years, how could he remember how many drunken words he had said?

"That kid is too smart, it's not a good thing."

Xiao Xun didn't like studying very much, nor did he like martial arts very much. He was lively and curious by nature, but he was afraid of hardship and fatigue. He was also famous in the capital for not being able to become a martial arts master.

But he is very smart.

If you don’t forget everything after reading it, you can recite it through the ears, but your memory is good enough. He usually won’t forget what he said to him.

Numerous thoughts flashed through Lu Qingfeng's mind, but his face was not revealed. He just liked to go out and stroll.

Such freedom and freedom have made Doctor Yun worry all day long.

He always felt that according to Lu Qingfeng's pulse, this kid should be bedridden and had to move, but he didn't have such a reason to be so energetic.

Seeing the patient running outward in a lively manner, Doctor Yun suspected that his famous doctor's signature in the past few decades might be hit by this person.

This day is July 15th, the Zhongyuan Festival.

The disciples of Zangjian Villa left early in the morning.

The Zhongyuan Festival began in the previous dynasty and was the most important festival for people on this land. On this day, the people helped the elderly and the young to go out, worshiped their ancestors, placed river lanterns, and held various programs.

Disciples of famous sects like Zangjian Villa need to carry various magical instruments and use various means to perform rituals to save the dead.

“It’s so cold today.”

The wind roared, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

Lu Qingfeng also wants to follow him.

He did not take a carriage, rode his horse with Ouyang Xue, and took the seven disciples of Zangjian Villa to pass through the streets slowly, and walked up the south gate of the county town.

After walking a while on the road, I saw more than a dozen people dressed in different clothes, some were thin and some were shabby cotton jackets, most of whom were ragged and young, sitting by the mountain road, with dull eyes.

Ouyang Xue gently shook the bell hanging on her wrist, and the crisp ringtone rang, and the figures all showed comfortable expressions.

Lu Qingfeng took a look: "This is all outside the city, why are there so many undead?"

He asked just as soon as he realized, and couldn't help but sigh.

Tongxian is a small town with a small population and poor land, making it difficult for people to live.

However, business is still relatively developed, and there are many commercial businesses traveling from north to south every year. Because several county officials at the county government office are more honest than other prefectures and counties in the neighborhood, they collect less money from entering the city, the folk customs are simpler, and the tax revenue is still acceptable.

When you pass by the north and south, you will rest in Tongxian County. After a while, you will drive the development of local business.

As many people go to business, the county government can't help but think about maintaining it when seeing the benefits. If you want to develop business well, you must first have a clear road.

Therefore, every year, road construction is the first priority.

Now the road Lu Qingfeng and the others have already entered the mountain, but although it is not very flat and wide, it is many times better than the surrounding mountain roads.

This was obviously because Tongxian Yamen made great efforts to repair it.

At this time, labor service is often a death sentence.

Now there are only a dozen dead people on the side of the Dao. It is not the evidence of the county magistrate of Tongxian County, but it shows that the yamen in this place is quite reasonable.

Before the Xiao Dynasty set the tripod, in the chaotic times, people would have suffered heavy casualties in any year of labor service. Moreover, it was not like Xiao Dynasty, where people would be able to serve at home.

Knowing this, Lu Qingfeng was still a little uncomfortable.

"If Ding Yifeng saw this scene, he would be even more sad."

Ding Yifeng is different from him. Although their brothers are from similar backgrounds, they are both famous children and adopted sons of the national teacher. In terms of appearance, they are as handsome as half a dozen. However, Ding Yifeng is a serious gentleman with a pure and kind heart, worrying about the country and the people, and not tolerate any sand in his eyes.

He, Lu Qingfeng, is different.

Lu Qingfeng folded a leaf and clamped it on his fingertips. With a gentle movement, the leaves attracted nectar, turned into rain and fog, and flew into the mountain roads on both sides. Many small animals on the mountain roads evasively sneaked out to compete, which was quite lively.

He has been very particular since childhood and just being alone. As long as there is no problem with the big picture, he doesn't seem to mind very much.

Lu Qingfeng put the leaves into his mouth and blew a faint tune.

The bells next to them kept ringing, and the mountain road suddenly became lively. The rustling sounds accompanied by the sound of conversation and laughter. At first glance, I was afraid that I would never have thought that Ouyang Xue was rescuing the dead, and the people were rushing to the market at that time.

The group was not slow, and they were getting higher and higher. Half of the sky was red and looked like fire, but the weather was getting colder and colder.

The disciples of Zangjian Villa are most afraid of coldness.

Lu Qingfeng was prepared for a long time, so he took out a large lapel cloak from his bag and put it on his body.

Ouyang Lin: “…”

Their seven and a half years old junior brother won't wrap himself into a ball because of a little yin energy.

Is this really the Senior Brother Lu of Canglan?

"Let's go down."

Suddenly, Ouyang Lin leaned on the horse's head as if he was broken. When he turned his head, Lu Qingfeng spitted lightly, and the leaves in his mouth flew out instantly, and there was a scream on his head.

Ouyang Lin was shocked and his body became lighter. When he stood up, he saw a thin piece of paper and a big belly falling to the ground. He called out vaguely, curled up on the ground, and kept opening his mouth to bite.

There is a huge piece of land around, with yellow leaves and black layers.

"Starting ghost?"

Ouyang Lin was shocked, "Can such thing run out?"

Lu Qingfeng laughed: "What's new about the Zhongyuan Festival? Children, you haven't left home before? You'll be accustomed to spend three or five years of traveling around."

Ouyang Xue slapped the scabbard, Lu Qingfeng reached out to catch the Qiushui sword, turned around and stabbed into a huge pine tree next to him that covered the sky and the sun.

A cold light suddenly burst out from the tree trunk, and only the squeaking sounded, and several little squirrels poked their heads out of the leaves and bowed to Lu Qingfeng.

He didn't return the sword, but just carried it in his hand at will, picking away all kinds of evil spirits who had lost their minds.

Ouyang Lin could vaguely hear all kinds of chirping not far away.

"There are living people coming, so fierce!"

"Living people who can use swords are particularly fierce!"

"So scary!"

"No, either, he looks very good!"

“…”

He also took turns to watch the night watch, and he was always solemn and solemn. Even the ghosts were so gentle on this day. They had never seen such scenes. They were so dazzling that they opened their mouths even wide.

The young master is so calm!

Sure enough, he still has too little knowledge.

Halfway through the way, I saw disciples from other sects around, with a large number of people, in groups of three or five, and endlessly.

The people from Mojiabao have also arrived.

This time I wore it brightly, and it was replaced with a crimson leather robe, one man and two horses, an eagle flew in the sky, and a few black and tall wolfdogs on the ground ran wildly.

"Mo Yusheng."

Lu Qingfeng waved.

A young man wearing a red fox cloak suddenly turned his head, his eyelids twitched, he turned his head, walked to Lu Qingfeng before turning around, and rode with him.

This is also a young man, about twenty years old, with bronze skin, very thin, but his muscles are tight and strong, with deep and distinct facial features, and he seems to have a bit of Hu blood, but he is very handsome.

He looked at Ouyang Xue, leaned closer to Lu Qingfeng and said, "Why are you here?"

"This is not your home, can't I come?"
To be continued...