It was late autumn north of the Yellow River and the weather suddenly became cold.

Sangyu City, in a wreath shop on an old street.

An old man wearing reading glasses cut white flowers with trembling hands. After putting on a wreath, he rubbed his slightly sour eyes.

After all, he is old, and this kind of meticulous work is a bit troublesome for him.

Several apprentices in the store were working, and the old man was smoking a cigarette and sat on the stool at the door, watching people coming and going.

The old streets are not very prosperous, and such third-tier cities have nothing to do with prosperity, but the slow-paced life has more of the atmosphere of life that big cities do not have.

A woman came back from buying vegetables and greeted the old man, "Brother Ning, aren't you busy today?"

The old man smiled: "Busy! Why is the big girl here for free?"

The old man and the woman obviously know each other. The woman is nearly 50 years old, with a round face and a little rich look. She smiled: "I don't know what happened to Brother Ning some time ago. Today I will come out to buy some vegetables and ask."

The old man glanced at the women's vegetable basket, chicken head, duck head, and rabbit head, and was covered in blood, looking a little cunning. But this was a good meal for people.

The old man smoked a cigarette, knocked the tobacco pot on the soles of his shoes, and changed it to the tobacco again, a little sad: "The three children have been left behind, and the people over Linjiang are a little resistant after all."

The woman was slightly stunned: "You mean Yang'er... went to the south?"

The old man nodded. The woman didn't believe it, but had to believe it, but just murmured: "But why did he go to the south..."

The old man was stunned when he saw the woman and felt a little regretful: "Mistress Zhong, the old brother may not be able to help you. You know, I have been in a row with Chu Laoxian and Jing Laohu over the years, and I have had old grudges with my family and their sects. Wu Xiong was forced to leave by our Northern Sect at the time, and it was already a signal that day. I guess something might be going to happen in Wuweishan."

The woman seemed to be disappointed, but her expression became serious.

The Southern School and the Northern School have the same origin, but after many years of division, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

However, division is division, and there are naturally rules for the path of life and death.

Although the south and north and north are irrelevant, it does not mean that the hundreds of years of rules have been forgotten. It is already a signal of rebellion for one's disciples to run to other people's territory. Moreover, the other party dares to accept him blatantly.

A faint blue air flashed in the woman's eyes, as if she was unhappy.

"Brother Ning, I want to go to Linjiang, do you think it's true?"

The woman hesitated for a while and asked softly.

The old man remained silent. After a long time, he looked at the gray sky and sighed.

"Oh, my sister of the Zhong family, why bother? I heard that your daughter is about to give birth, so why not calm down?"

The woman insisted: "Some things and some rules must be maintained. If I hold this family, I always have to be a parent..."

The old man knows how to persuade him, but in terms of identity, this woman is on an equal footing with him, so how can he be qualified to ask for the other party?

"I heard that the contemporary accompanying Tiangou has been born. Fengdu disciples, accompanying Tiangou, those people in the Nanzong are not easy to mess with. There is only one person left in your Zhong family, so why bother to take risks yourself?"

The woman smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Brother Ning, when she was young, her family was famine, and the whole village was almost dead. If my master hadn't taken me in, I would have died long ago. Master has always regarded the face of the Northern School. As a parent of the Zhong family, although I have never read a book, I would not be afraid of playing tricks with the Southern School."

The old man knew that women had decided their minds and it would not be useful no matter how they persuaded them.

He handed the woman a gold-burned invitation: "Okay, I know I can't persuade you. This is an invitation from a wealthy man in Jinzhongnan to ask me for a recipe. The reward is 500,000 yuan. I will give you this. After that, add a piece of clothes and don't lose face in front of the group of people in the south."

The woman wiped her dirty hands on her clothes, carefully accepted the invitation, and nodded with gratitude: "Brother Ning, then I'll leave first."

The old man said, "Go, if you can see Old Xian Chu and Old Hu, please tell me something, Old Man Ning, I, wait for them to come to Sangyu to smash my place."

"I understand."

...

At this moment, unlike the ordinary conversation with Sangyu City, Qin Kun seemed a little embarrassed.

On the PK stage, the missionary and his heroic spirit were so good at fighting!

The illusion around was a temple, and the group of people who shouted that they were heresy made people dizzy.

"Niu Meng, what is this heroic spirit? How many times have you been beaten, why are you still alive?" The heroic spirit Jin Jike was kicked by Niu Meng again and broke the sky spirit cover, and appeared intact, and things began to become strange.

Even if you are a ghost, you can't be so invincible, right? This is a yin body confrontation, and it is always effective in killing!

When Qin Kun was puzzled, he was accidentally slapped on his face by the missionary's thorn strips, which hurt so much.

The old charlatan rolled up his sleeves and his arms were thick and strong. Qin Kun complained in his heart: Damn, which charlatan has such wild muscles? Qin Kun was sure that this guy must have been a good person before.

Niu Meng has kicked the heroic spirit Jin Jike with his flying soul leg for the sixth time. His bull's eyes were also very suspicious. Niu Meng said in a deep voice: "Brother Kun, I heard that heroes in their lifetime can only become heroic spirits after their death, be blessed by the people, and worshipped by the temple. This big nose is probably this kind of ghost!"

Qin Kun was stunned, "Didn't the ghost stay in the world because of obsession?"

Niu Meng said seriously: "This big nose must have wanted to protect something. It has not been completed before it has turned into a heroic spirit. This kind of ghost is obsessed with the most good thoughts and has extremely strong combat power. It is no worse than those ghosts who have distorted their minds and died tragically!"

Qin Kun did not expect that this hero had such a background, but he felt contempt for the missionary.

Such a hero's ghost dares to use it as a commander, and you are not afraid of being punished by God!

Opposite, the missionary Tiatis saw Qin Kun's offensive slow down and said lightly: "The lost lamb, some evil and filth will be ashamed of being in the face of the Holy Light. Put down your knife and come to atone for your sins!"

Tiatis was also very angry. Qin Kun's karma-grabbing knife could not cause any harm to the body, but it could cut the clothes and seriously hurt the ghost. Tiatis was ragged by Qin Kun, and after cutting it off, all the underwear would be exposed.

Moreover, Jin Jike was cut a few times. He was already old. He stayed in the world for a long time and thoughts were too late. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a confused old ghost. Jin Jike only knew how to protect everything related to the Holy See. After being cut off by the karma knife, his thinking became even more chaotic.

If this continues, Jin Jike will be really dead!

In the real world, Tiatis also has to rely on Jinjik to preach the doctrine and eliminate evil spirits and demons. This is the foundation of his life! If Jinjik dies, Tiatis feels that the people in the Holy See will really take their anger on him.

Moreover, he could feel that every time Jin Jike was cut by the oriental man, his spirit body weakened a little. Although the heroic spirit is almost immortal, as long as there are blessings and prayers, it can exist infinitely, but the accumulation of blessings and prayers also takes time!

"Child, if you are lost, I can spare your life!"

Qin Kun quenched his mouth: "Stop talking nonsense! God, eat my trick!"

Qin Kun knew that if Niu Meng continued to fight like this, even if he surpassed the heroic spirit, he would have to be killed by his golden hammer.

"A fierce ghost... is here!"

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Chapter completed!