Wine and meat penetrate the intestines.

Zhang Heng and Wuxin were lying happily on the bed, so cool that they were so cool.

"Master, have you been to many places?"

"Yes, I walked a lot of places to go east to Fusang, north to Siberia, south to Indonesia, west to Greece and Egypt."

“Which is the most fun?”

"Xiangjiang, the desert oasis makes me linger, and the water of Tianchi Lake seems to cleanse my soul."

"Where is Xizang?"

"What can I say there? The plateau area is actually not as good as this one."

"So that's the case. By the way, Master, where did you practice in the temple before?"

“Hahu, hahu..."

"master?"

Zhang Heng looked up and found that Wuxin was already asleep.

"I'm sleeping very fast."

Zhang Heng took out the paper ghost, put it in his hand and shook it, thinking to himself: "You are my combat power, and it will be troublesome if you can't recover."

"Master, what you have in your hands seems to be an evil thing!"

An unintentional voice came from my ears.

"Master, aren't you asleep?"

Zhang Heng looked at him squintedly.

"I feel light and wake up when I sense the evil things."

Wu Xin answered, and looked at the paper man in Zhang Heng's hand: "You are a bit interesting!"

"Yes, this is a method of being a side-door. It is not common in the world to seal ghosts into paper ghosts and turn them into paper ghosts for their own power."

When Zhang Heng said this, he shook the paper ghost in his hand again: "It's a pity that I, a paper ghost, have been severely injured and have fallen into a deep sleep. I don't know when I will recover."

"I'll take a look."

Wuxin closed his eyes as he said.

"Um?"

Zhang Heng suddenly felt like he was being peeped, looked at Wuxin who closed his eyes and whispered: "Dayan?"

"My God!"

Wuxin suddenly screamed and jumped out of the bed.

Zhang Heng was frightened by his throat: "Master, why are you shocked?"

Wuxin opened his eyes, his eyes full of fear: "I saw someone sleeping inside, I called her, and when she looked up, she almost scared me to death."

Forehead...

Zhang Heng didn't answer this.

Because even if he gets along day and night, sometimes he will be shocked when he sees Meiren Chu.

Speaking of which, beauty Chu can change.

But for some reason, she likes to use her most terrifying appearance, perhaps because she has been hurt and lacks a sense of security.

"Although I was just a glance, I also saw some tricks."

"If I guessed it well, it should be injured by the soul secret technique, so it will be depressed and cannot even respond to your call."

What the monk Wuxin said is sensible.

"Master, you guessed it's a soul secret technique."

Zhang Heng recalled the scene when he fought with Yue Qiluo and said in a deep voice: "Yue Qiluo's eyes can bloom red. When the red light shines, my paper ghost will be seriously injured in an instant. If the master faces Yue Qiluo, be careful of her eyes."

Monk Wuxin didn't care about this and continued to talk about the paper ghost: "If you carry it with you like this, it will probably be far away to recover. I have a suggestion, it is better to choose a place in the yin and bury it underneath, so that it may recover faster."

When Zhang Heng heard this, he thought it made sense: "Ghosts are the most yin things, and it is really beneficial to foster them from the most yin place. When the train arrives in Linji, I will give it a try after finishing the work."

Two days later.

The train drove into Linji Station, and Linji, one of the three eastern provinces, arrived.

There is no such thing as a bus these days, so you can only take a carriage wherever you want to go.

When he heard that Zhang Heng was going to Shurong Village in Tu'an County, the people driving the carriage shook their heads repeatedly because it was too far away, and the road was not peaceful these days.

"If you really have you, if the coachman doesn't pull you, you can buy the carriage directly. Is this the world of rich people?"

Wuxin drove the carriage and kept muttering: "If you want me to tell me why you have to come by yourself? Just find someone who can trust and give him some money to come here. Anyway, you are so rich."

"The third princess died because of me. I promised her that she would personally send her back to her roots. She should not betray her trust."

Although Zhang Heng is not a saint.

But one thing is that the promises he made are never easily trampled on, and he is a person who can do it as soon as he can speak.

In his opinion, if a person cannot even trust his words in his life, he will be too failure to be a human being.

Three days later.

The carriage rushed to the carriage and finally arrived at Shurong Village, under Antu County.

This is a small mountain village located at the foot of Changbai Mountain. It is not crowded and looks very poor.

"Uncle, let me ask you about something. Is there an old Zhu family in the village?"

"Yes, yes, there are two apple trees planted at the door."

Under the guidance of the uncle, Zhang Heng found the old Zhu family.

As soon as I knocked on the door, a young man opened it.

When Zhu San Taigu mentioned the young man was stunned for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't have this person at home!"

"Are you looking for the wrong one?"

Wuxin, who was sitting in the carriage, asked.

"No!"

Zhang Heng looked at the young man.

Zhu San Taigu left home in his early years and left for decades.

The young man looked like he was only eighteen or nineteen. If the elders at home didn't mention it, he wouldn't know how to go there.

"Is there an elderly person at home?"

Zhang Heng said bluntly: "It was Zhu San Taigu who asked us to come. She is your Zhu family and lives in Shurong Village."

"I'll go and invite my grandpa."

The young man walked in.

A little bit of it helped out an old man in his sixties or seventies, huddled in his big cotton jacket.

"Old man, we were called by Zhu San Taigu. The third prince is not a mushroom. Think about it, do you have any impression of it!"

The old man was a little sad, and he couldn't hear it if he was quiet.

"San Taigu?"

The old man thought for a while: "I have a third aunt who left home when I was young. This has been fifty or sixty years."

"That's right."

Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "The third princess has passed away. Before leaving, I asked me to send the ashes. By the way, there is still a thousand oceans of silver notes. It is my wish. You have kept it."

"The silver notes of a thousand oceans are not worth it."

The old man shook his head repeatedly.

Zhang Heng held the old man's hand and shouted: "How can I not use it? It's all Rishengchang's silver notes, which can be exchanged across the country, so it's easy to use it."

After saying that, Zhang Heng looked at the young man and the dilapidated yard: "Let's go back, buy a new house, find a wife for the child, and buy dozens of acres of land..."

"Does of acres of land, can't they become landlords?"

The young man was overjoyed: "Grandpa, please take the money quickly."

"Cache, collect, collect, collect, you big-headed ghost."

The old man firmly pushed the silver bill back: "That's my third aunt. She is not outside. You can send it back. This is my benefactor of the Zhu family. How can I ask for your money? I can't do it? Although I don't have any great skills, I have never starved the whole family to death. This money cannot be taken no matter what."

Zhang Heng repeatedly invited each other, but the old man refused to accept it.

There was no choice but to leave all kinds of food and fur coats on the carriage. The old man did not refuse these miscellaneous things.

After Zhang Heng left, the old man took out his fur coat and used it as a sixty kilogram of millet and married a wife for the young man.

Although the family is not rich and noble, their lives are fun and peaceful.

Of course, this is a later story.
Chapter completed!