Lightning struck the ground, and a thick cloud of white smoke rose up, reflecting on Uncle Jiu's surprised face. He raised his head and said to himself: "I was really wrong."
As he spoke, he let out a long sigh and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.
"Master, what do you mean?" Qiu Sheng asked, rubbing Feng Yi's arm.
"Hurry up and call Wencai and Xiaorong in." Feng Yi said with a grin.
Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he rushed out regardless of the heavy rain, shouting loudly: "Wencai, Xiaorong, come back, Master forgives you."
As expected, Wencai and Xiaorong stood under the eaves outside the door to take shelter from the rain. They were overjoyed when Qiu Sheng said this: "Master, have you really forgiven me?"
"There's no time left. Come in quickly. It's raining so hard. Don't catch a cold."
Wencai and Xiaorong looked at each other, walked into Yizhuang and returned first
In the aunt's room, the aunt had already woken up and accepted the reality of Xiao Rong's death.
No matter life or death, Xiaorong is her well-behaved and obedient daughter. It's just a pity that she can't get married to Awen, and she can't hold her grandson...
"Mom, are you okay?" Xiaorong stepped forward and held her aunt's hand and asked.
"Mom is okay, are you okay too?" my aunt said happily when she heard her daughter's voice.
"I'm fine, I made you worry, Mom."
"Xiao Rong, let's go..."
While the mother and daughter were talking, Uncle Jiu opened the door and walked in. Xiaorong thought that Uncle Jiu still hadn't let her go, so she screamed in fright and hid behind her aunt. Wen Cai even subconsciously blocked her.
in front of them.
"Don't worry, don't be afraid."
Feng Yi, who was standing behind, said a few words of comfort to the two of them, then gestured towards Uncle Jiu and said: "Master, please."
"Um."
Uncle Jiu nodded, hesitated for a while and said unwillingly
: "Master was wrong this time, I'm sorry."
"Master..."
Wencai was so moved that he was about to speak when Uncle Jiu stopped him and said, "Xiao Rong, I know you want to spend more time with your mother and Wencai, but people belong to Yang and ghosts belong to Yin. You spend all day with your mother, old lady.
Do you often get sick?
Also, do you know why I discovered your secret? Except for Feng Yi, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai are all physically weak to varying degrees, especially Wen Cai, who has lost a lot of Yang Qi, which will shorten his life."
Qiu Sheng's expression changed when he heard this. He subconsciously took a step back, stayed away from Xiao Rong and asked, "Master, what should we do?"
"Well, during the day, Xiaorong still hides in the paper umbrella and tries not to show his face;
At night, my master will set up a formation for you so that you can meet each other. With my master's formation, you can reconcile yin and yang without worrying about the shrinkage of yang energy. If you agree with this method, then Xiaorong can continue to stay.
How about it?" Uncle Jiu pondered for a while and said.
Wencai was naturally happy, but Qiu Sheng looked doubtful and asked: "Master, can you do it?"
Feng Yicheng rolled his eyes at Qiusheng. He had never seen you worried when he was hanging out with the female ghost, but now he became more concerned about it.
"Of course it's no problem. Why don't you still trust Master?"
Uncle Jiu explained with an upright look, then looked at Xiaorong and asked, "What do you think?"
"As long as I can take care of my mother as a filial piety and see my cousin from time to time, I will be satisfied." Xiao Rong said gently holding her aunt's hand.
"Um."
Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction and said: "It's getting late today and it's not suitable for setting up a formation. You'd better go back to the paper umbrella and stay there first."
"Yeah." Xiao Rong squeezed her aunt's hand, dodged, and got back into the paper umbrella.
Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction, and seemed to be about to turn around and leave. The three Wencai men called out to Uncle Jiu: "Master, there is still something you haven't done."
"Is there anything else?" Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
It's just this expression, no matter how you look at it, you feel that it has bad intentions, and it's
With a bit of excitement…
"Uh..." Wen Cai said with a grimace: "Master, please return that punch to me, otherwise I will have a bad conscience."
"Yes, Master, we have all done something wrong and are willing to accept punishment." Feng Yi and Qiu Sheng also took the initiative to stand up and say.
"Forget it, I don't care about these trivial matters at all," Uncle Jiu said with a magnanimous look.
"It can't be counted, it can't be counted."
The three of them said in unison: "Master, we feel guilty. If you don't teach us a lesson, we will have uneasy consciences for the rest of our lives."
"Really want to fight?" Uncle Jiu blinked and asked in distress.
"We need to fight." The three of them nodded and said.
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so I'll be gentle." Uncle Jiu pretended to take the trouble, clenched his fists, and punched everyone hard with all his strength.
Feng's whole body was pressed against the wall, Wencai knocked over the table, and Qiu Sheng lay on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time because of the pain.
"This is the lightest thing for a teacher." Uncle Jiu blew on his painful fist, hummed a little tune and went out happily.
The three brothers rubbed the area where they had been beaten, and sighed in unison: "Master, you are still so evil."
A storm was finally resolved. Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the ending was still perfect.
After putting the aunt to sleep, the three brothers closed the door and walked to the hall in a lively manner.
Uncle Jiu and the other three were still chatting. Jia Le and Jing Jing were sitting aside and listening intently. However, the distance between them was far away. Feng Yi frowned slightly. Could it be that after he left, the two of them not only did not feel relieved, but became even further apart?
?
Jingjing stood up after seeing a few people come in and said: "Master Lin, Taoist Priest Four Eyes, Master, I'm sleepy, I'm going back to the house to rest."
As she spoke, she left alone.
Master Yixiu looked at Jingjing's retreating back, then glanced at Jiale, and shook his head helplessly.
Qiu Sheng didn't think much, he walked towards Jiale with a smile and said: "Jia Le, Jingjing is Master Yixiu's apprentice?"
"Yeah." Jia Le reluctantly smiled and nodded after hearing Jingjing's name.
His behavior further confirmed Feng Yi's guess.
"I didn't expect that a monk could accept a female disciple..."
Qiu Sheng responded casually, touched the other person's arm very narrowly and said: "Listen to Feng Yi, you two?"
Jiale glanced at Feng Yi with a complicated expression, shook his head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Jingjing and I have nothing to do with each other."
"oh?"
Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then raised a smile and said: "You are not together, then do I have a chance?"
puff…
Feng Yi almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Jia Le was obviously depressed because he couldn't pursue his pursuit. Qiusheng, what you said was so heartbreaking.
What's going on in your head?
Jiale didn't mind too much and said with a wry smile: "Qiu Sheng, I'm not trying to hit you. You are not Jingjing's type."
Qiu Sheng was unconvinced, rolled up his sleeves and said, "In terms of appearance, body, and family background, I'm good in everything. Why do you say that?"
