July 15th is not only Hua Jiunan’s birthday, but also the Ghost Festival.

The Buddhist name is Bon Festival, the day when the gates of hell are opened.

The yin person returns to yang and enjoys the sacrifice of his relatives.

At the same time, not only harmless good souls come out: all kinds of lonely souls, wild ghosts, and evil spirits are also mixed in.

Therefore, it is quite dangerous to be buried on this extremely cloudy day and to break the forbidden technique for Shopkeeper Liu.

Hua Jiunan nodded deeply after hearing this.

"Grandma, Daji and I will be back on July 15th."

"Leave Grandpa Liu's affairs to us. You should rest more."

The deaf mother-in-law smiled kindly.

"Silly boy, you are studying orthodox Taoism. How can you decipher the secret skills of a craftsman like Old Liu Tou?"

"Let's go together then."

After the family chatted for a while, the two elderly people returned to Mayi Mountain with the Miao siblings and Chan Ruyu.

In the hearts of the two elders, they must race against time to improve their strength and strive to break the witchcraft and reach the realm of Qi Yu as soon as possible.

Although Hua Jiunan and others were reluctant to give up, there was nothing they could do.

After all, after advancing to Six Feathers, the deaf mother-in-law's life expectancy will increase a lot.

"Grandma, during these few days I will refine some pills for you and grandma!"

After hearing Hua Jiunan's words, Shenwa was stunned for a moment, and then immediately showed a heroic look on his face.

Then he closed his eyes and stretched out a white, fat little arm.

"Bah bah bah!"

Wicked Cocoon naively helped to translate: "The little one asked if you could just bleed, don't chop off your fingers..."

Grandma Mai saw it interestingly, picked up the little ginseng baby and gave it a kiss.

"This little thing is so rare. Grandma, I can't bear to make any medicine with him."

"Xiaojiu, my deaf sister and I know your filial piety, but don't mention this matter again."

Hua Jiunan looked at the exquisitely carved ginseng baby, then at the two elders with firm eyes, and nodded repeatedly with a wry smile.

Five "people" left at once, and the small courtyard instantly became much cleaner.

As for the young soldier Xu Tao, he resigned and returned to the army the day after Hua Jiu Nan and others went to Liangzhu.

In his own words: He is the weakest in the small courtyard.

Not only can't he protect Hua Jiunan, he can't help in any way, and he has to eat and drink for free...

After seeing off the two old men, Chen Fu, who had recovered slightly, also returned to the factory.

Now this benevolent businessman has positioned himself more accurately:

Make more money, build bridges and roads, do good deeds, and lead your fellow villagers to get rich together.

In this way, you can accumulate more yin virtue for the elderly and children.

Secondly, it can also add longevity to yourself and your wife.

After all, he is so afraid of ghosts that if he goes to the Yin and Yang Realm after death, he will not dare to go out...

Without the suppression of his father's bloodline, Chen Daji immediately let himself go completely.

Pulling Zhang Chao, Zhao Fei wanted to run out.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt a chill running down his spine. He was so frightened that he immediately froze on the spot.

"Damn it, you have murderous intent!"

Then came the stereotyped voice of the poet Ma Mingyang.

"Lord Juzi, you haven't finished your homework yet, where are you going?!"

Chen Daji slowly turned around and saw Ma Mingyang holding an iron whip covered with barbs in his hand with a cold expression on his face.

Immediately, he was so frightened that he summoned the bastard shell and shrank his head.

Only the eyes and above are left exposed.

"We, we want to go to the blacksmith shop and ask Uncle Sun to borrow a hammer and anvil."

"Repair these two and give them to the little thing for self-defense."

As Chen Daji said this, he quickly threw the broken golden sword and arm armor to the ground.

Hearing this, Ma Mingyang's face became even colder.

"snort!"

"Master Juzi is pregnant with Mo City, why do you want those mundane things!"

"This is simply unreasonable!"

Seeing that the other party was angry, Chen Daji suddenly became even more frightened.

After all, the person in front of me has a "bad record" of training many apprentices to death.

And...and those instruments of torture were so terrifying, Chen Daji didn't want to test the law himself...

Subconsciously, I retreated continuously. It was not until I got close to Huajiu that I felt a little bit of a sense of security.

"Ma, Uncle Ma, we don't know how to use it... How about you teach me something?!"

Ma Mingyang is very satisfied with his son's "not ashamed to ask questions".

The expression on his face softened slightly, and he pointed at Chen Daji's eyebrows.

"Teaching by words is not as good as teaching by example, Master Juzi realizes it himself!"

But it was Ma Mingyang who showed Chen Daji his thousands of years of forging experience in the form of "reading".

It can be said that there is no reservation at all.

This Mohist master has figured out one thing these days:

Since I can't be a great person in my life, it would be a good idea to be a great person's mentor.

Seems more glorious...

Chang Baye, who had just been "spitted" by Grandma Mai, looked at the solemn and solemn Ma Mingyang, and then looked at Chen Daji, who looked like a fool, with bandy legs, a crystal clear mouth, and a bastard's shell, and couldn't help but complain again.

"Preaching to a little calf is like playing the piano to a cow...he is worse than a cow!"

However, Chen Daji is Chen Daji after all, a man who never "disappoints" anyone.

After a moment, a blue light suddenly appeared on the guy's body.

Green light enveloped the broken knife, and the arm armor flew to the ink city between his eyebrows with a whoosh.

Then there was a clanking sound.

After half a stick of incense, Chen Daji's eyebrows flashed.

Three pieces of "equipment" flew out in no particular order.

At the same time, Huang Chaomeng, who was recovering from his injuries in a mysterious place, changed his expression greatly, and then spit out smelly black mist with a puff.

His expression was sluggish and his face was ferocious.
Chapter completed!