A group of people were rushing down the mountain, each of whom was sweating profusely, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
Someone slid his feet and rolled down more than ten feet, but he immediately got up and didn't see if he was injured. He continued to bury his head and ran like nothing happened, just wanting to leave here as soon as possible.
Mr. Zhao has excellent light skills. He runs in the front and can jump several feet away with every step he takes.
Finally, they went down the mountain, and everyone seemed to have just run out of the gates of hell, with a hint of gratitude on their faces.
Until they saw a figure standing not far away.
A matte-washed Taoist robe was covered with many patches, which could not cover her skin like snow.
Everyone looked frightened and stood there at a loss, and finally looked at Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and came to Fang Chen step by step, and said respectfully:
"The villain greets senior."
"You seem to like Wolongguan very much?"
Fang Chen smiled faintly.
Mr. Zhao knelt on the ground with a pounce, and kept kowtowing: "Please spare my life, because the villain is obsessed with money, and the villain is willing to make up for his merits."
"From now on, you will live at the foot of the mountain and help you see the gate, how about it?"
Fang Chen smiled.
"The villain obeys the order!"
Mr. Zhao's head fell to the ground, suppressing the fear in his heart, and responded hurriedly.
After a few breaths, Master Qing stepped forward and whispered: "Young Master, that master has left."
Only then did Mr. Zhao dare to raise his head, but he was no longer able to see Fang Chen. He immediately fell to the ground with a pale face, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.
Taoyang Town.
The climate here is very cold, with heavy snow falling in the sky, and every household is basically closed.
"Madam, hurry up and drink this bowl of soup while it's hot."
A strong man in his thirties was carrying a bowl of hot soup to his wife.
The woman gave him a blank look: "There is not much meat in the soup, and the clear soup is weak. I have suffered a lot when I marry you.
When will you get two fish to replenish my body? Even if the big ones don’t eat them, the small ones will have to eat them."
The strong man nodded with a flattering look: "Madam, please rest assured. When the day is a little better, we will go down the river to get you a few fish back to replenish your body."
The woman then took the soup bowl with satisfaction and asked while drinking:
"How much surplus food does our family have?"
"Not much, there are still about a hundred kilograms, which is enough for us to spend this winter. Taoyang Town has lived a better life than ours, but there are not many households."
The strong man smiled proudly.
"I don't want to give Nai's father a bit more than a hundred kilograms of grain. The house is very warm and there is free space, so I don't want to give him a place."
"who!?"
The couple jumped up in fear, almost knocked over the soup bowl, and looked at the dining table with horror.
At some point, a young Taoist appeared, sitting opposite them at this moment.
The strong man's face darkened, and he immediately took out the hatchet from his waist and slashed at Fang Chen without saying a word.
Halfway through the hatchet, he found that no matter how hard he used, the knife could not fall, as if an invisible hand had grabbed him.
The strong man's expression became more and more frightened, and the woman had retreated repeatedly and hid behind the strong man.
"I don't know you, but I met an old man on the road and said it was your father."
Fang Chen smiled.
The strong man was surprised and suspicious: "Impossible, he is dead, how could you meet him?"
"Yes, it was what Huangquan Road met. He said he wanted to come to Taoyang Town to defect to his son, but in the end he was frozen to death in the shed. He died and didn't even have enough food."
Fang Chen chuckled and said, "You can't bear to leave the surplus grain of three or five taels?"
The couple was stunned and stared at Fang Chen blankly, with the fear in their eyes getting stronger and stronger.
At this moment, the baby cried.
Fang Chen looked towards the head of the bed and saw a toddler in a cradle crying loudly.
He smiled, got up and came to the door: "I just passed by here and came to see you by the way. There are gods three feet above my head, and death is not the end.
So accumulate some good deeds so that you will not go to the underworld in the future and have no one to connect with you who have passed by Wangchuan.”
Fang Chen opened the door and left, disappearing in the vast snow.
The strong man was stunned for several breaths before he realized, and hurriedly stepped forward and closed the door, then looked at the woman in surprise:
"Husband, madam, he just said that there is a hell in this world?"
The woman looked ugly: "It must be pretending to be a ghost and want to cheat us. Don't worry about him, or the families that have a grudge against me are looking for people to scare us."
The strong man sat on the chair blankly and murmured to himself: "If there is really an underworld, then my father will definitely go to the underworld if he dies. In the future, we will go to the underworld if we die, we will also go to the underworld, see my mother, and my house.
The ancestor…”
Speaking of this, his face trembled, and then he looked at the woman angrily:
"It's all your fault. I said I'll give the old man a bite of food. You insist on saying that he's not hungry and let me save some money. It's all your fault. How can I see them when I die in the future!"
The woman was furious and rushed towards the strong man and beat him:
"You blame me. I'm not for this family? Do you think I'm for myself. I don't live anymore. I don't want to live anymore. Get out of here, get out of here!"
Five hundred miles south of Taoyang Town, there is another small town. The climate here is not that cold, but because I have just experienced the war, it seems that everything is in trouble and there are not many people on the street.
"Mr. Qing, it's not that my Zhang family went back on their word, but that your boy was a general of the Tiger Kingdom at the time. Now that the Tiger Kingdom has been defeated and Yue Kingdom has taken over, if it is settled later, your Qing family is afraid that there will be big trouble.
, Isn’t it a pity that the Zhang family will marry you again?”
In Qingfu, two groups of people were discussing, and the person who just started talking was the head of the Zhang family.
When the people from Qingfu heard the head of the Zhang family speak out loudly, they were afraid of being implicated by the Qingfu. Although they felt very uncomfortable, they didn't say anything.
After a while of silence, Mr. Qing pointed with a crutch: "What you said makes sense. Now that my Qing Mansion is in decline, my grandson doesn't know how to live or die. This marriage should not be settled. The old man doesn't want to delay your daughter.
.She is a good girl and should have a better home.”
After saying that, he glanced at the person beside him: "Go and get the wedding letter and tore it in front of the head of the Zhang family."
"Yes, father."
When the head of the Zhang family and his relatives and friends heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Before they came, they were most afraid that Qing Mansion would not want to settle the matter.
That marriage book is not a marriage book, to them, it is just a death-seeking talisman.
Soon, the wedding letter was taken, but just as Qingfu was about to tear the wedding letter in person, a middle-aged man stumbled in.
"Master, it's not good! Miss is hanging the beam!"
"What!?"
The head of the Zhang family was shocked, and he stood up suddenly, staring at the middle-aged man:
"You say it again!"
The middle-aged man looked frightened: "Miss is hanging the beam. When we found it, it was already too late. No, it was not saved."
The Zhang family members seemed to have been exhausted and were unable to sit on the chair.
The people from Qingfu looked at each other with a serious expression.
Mr. Qing was silent for a long time and said slowly: "If you don't mind, the old man can let her pass."
"You must not!"
Everyone in Qing Mansion was shocked and quickly spoke up to persuade him.
"If Qingsui was here, she would definitely let her pass."
Mr. Qing said lightly.
This sentence immediately made everyone in Qingfu shut up one after another.
The head of the Zhang family was in a daze and forced a smile and bowed: "The old man is very arrogant and I am grateful to you. Our Zhang family will deal with this matter by ourselves."
"I'm late?"
A sound suddenly rang out.
The people from the Zhang family and Qing Mansion turned their heads and saw a young Taoist standing in front of the hall with a frown. This chapter has been completed!