70s rebirth daily

To fight or not to fight!

Meng Duanyou's complexion was like a palette, turning blue and white for a while.

12 years, enemies, daughters, ghosts, reincarnation...

At this moment, Meng Duanyou thought a lot, and the nerves in his brain tensed little by little.

After 12 years of running around, it is hard to come to today. As long as Zhao Chugong dies, his daughter will be able to get rid of her grievances and be reincarnated.

beat!

Meng Duanyou touched the copper gourd on his waist, and his tense nerves suddenly broke.

"watch out--"

He drank violently, grabbed a clay pot beside him, and threw it into the air.

Song Fengchen conditioned reflex to protect Boss Zhao and backed away hastily.

Immediately afterwards, the clay pot that flew into the air suddenly exploded, and gray-black dust spread out everywhere.

Meng Duanyou made a formula with his left hand and a talisman with his right, and he said in his mouth: "Ling Guan's curse, Ling Guan's method, Ling Guan will press Mount Tai, and Mount Tai will weigh a thousand catties, and I will perform a thousand catty method for you. Law!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Duanyou waved his right hand, and two talisman seals came out. Wherever they passed, fires splashed everywhere, and the dust in the air was ignited, and the sound of violent noise was endless.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Fengchen waved away the pungent smell in front of him, and when he fixed his eyes to look again, the gray smoke dissipated, and his vision returned to clarity, but the room was no different from before.

Song Fengchen frowned.

Until Boss Zhao's dull voice came from behind: "Brother Song, save me..."

Song Fengchen turned his head abruptly, only to see Boss Zhao lying on the ground, as if he was severely suppressed by something, his limbs were twisted, and he was out of breath.

Reminiscent of the mantra Meng Duanyou chanted just now, Song Fengchen reached out to save Boss Zhao.

But he didn't expect that at the next moment, the sound of piercing through the air roared, and a copper coin sword lay in front of Song Fengchen.

"If you want to save him, pass me first—" Meng Duanyou flipped his wrist, and the copper coin sword went straight to Song Fengchen's face.

In a hurry, Song Fengchen raised the mahogany sword in his hand and blocked it forward.

With a bang, the metal and stone collided violently, and Song Fengchen, who was in a state of shock, flew upside down.

"Huh—" Song Fengchen, who managed to stabilize his figure, shook his dizzy head, and looked up at Meng Duanyou, who was standing not far away with a sword, with a serious face.

It was the first time to recruit him in a spiritual state, and some discomfort was inevitable, but the strength of Meng Duanyou should not be underestimated.How should things be better today?

Song Fengchen was upset.

Meng Duanyou said: "Zhao Chugong, I have decided to stay today, and I don't want to be your enemy. I advise you not to go into this muddy water again."

Song Fengchen looked at Boss Zhao, who was crying in pain beside Meng Duanyou, and his body was getting more and more distorted, and his heart shuddered.

As we all know, when a mortal's life span is not exhausted and his soul leaves his body, the vitality of the body will slowly dissipate within an hour.In other words, if the soul cannot return to the body within an hour, even if the Daluo Jinxian comes, he cannot save him.

So Meng Duanyou's purpose is very clear, that is to hold back Song Fengchen, just wait for Boss Zhao's soul body to be completely crushed, then even if Song Fengchen rescues him back, it is impossible to restore his soul body in just one hour. Newly assembled into human form.

In this way, Boss Zhao will undoubtedly die.

Song Fengchen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Then each depends on his ability."

After speaking, he swung the mahogany sword in his hand and rushed forward.

clang clang-

After more than a dozen moves, Song Fengchen relied on his superiority in body skills to draw with Meng Duanyou.

It's just that compared to Song Fengchen who fought more and more courageously, Meng Duanyou was more and more powerless, just gritted his teeth and persisted.

Boss Zhao was already tormented by the pain and was on the verge of numbness. His eyes were in a trance, and he felt dazzled when he saw the two figures coming and going in mid-air.

He was rasping his throat, angry like a silk: "Song, Brother Song..."

Song Fengchen was distracted when he heard the sound, and Meng Duanyou waited for the opportunity to fly the mahogany sword in his hand.Song Fengchen came to his senses and didn't bother with him. He bent his legs and hurriedly backed away.

Looking back at Boss Zhao, whose soul and body were getting dimmer, Song Fengchen's breathing tightened.

Can't fight him anymore.

Song Fengchen was so anxious that he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He shouted at Meng Duanyou, who was about to rush up again with his sword in hand: "Stop—"

"What?" Meng Duanyou stopped his feet and hid his trembling right hand behind his back. He didn't show it on his face, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice: "If the fight continues, no one will be able to please anyone. Since you and I are unwilling to let it go, it's better to discuss it carefully and find a compromise."

Meng Duanyou looked vigilant: "What do you mean?"

Song Fengchen's brain was running fast, and he asked, "Listen to what you just said, is Boss Zhao the last person you want to take revenge on?"

"Yes." Meng Duanyou frowned.

Song Fengchen organized the language: "That is to say, as soon as Boss Zhao dies, your daughter can be reincarnated."

"That's right." Meng Duanyou said in a deep voice.

Song Fengchen asked again: "You only have one daughter?"

Meng Duanyou nodded.

Song Fengchen had a bottom line in his mind: "Then have you considered letting your daughter reincarnate a few years later?"

"What's your plan?" Meng Duanyou's frown relaxed a little.

Song Fengchen turned to look at Boss Zhao: "I remember Boss Zhao, you seem to have mentioned that your wife died of illness a few years ago?"

Boss Zhao nodded in a daze.

"You have a son who just started elementary school."

Thinking of his son, Boss Zhao pulled himself together and replied, "Yes."

Meng Duanyou vaguely understood what Song Fengchen meant, his face was pale and white.

Sure enough, I heard Song Fengchen say: "I don't know if you are interested in letting Boss Zhao marry into your family. It just so happens that your daughter was also his child bride."

Boss Zhao woke up completely with a jolt, his eyes widened, and he looked at Song Fengchen in disbelief.

"No way." Meng Duanyou yelled angrily, "If it wasn't for him, my daughter wouldn't have ended up in such a situation..."

Song Fengchen is as good as others: "Then change to another one, let Boss Zhao adopt his son to your daughter, be your grandson, inherit your family's incense, and in the future will throw pots and cheers to you and your daughter, and also exterminate his family's seed. "

Meng Duanyou choked.

Song Fengchen continued his efforts: "Back then he made you lose your daughter, but now you want to leave his son, it's just right for you to pay for it."

Meng Duanyou looked complicated.

Song Fengchen continued: "What's more, once Boss Zhao dies, your daughter will go to hell immediately. You just said that you have been running around for 12 years to avenge your daughter, and now Boss Zhao is right in front of you, and revenge is within your reach. This Don't you want your daughter to spend more time with you?"

Meng Duanyou subconsciously touched the copper gourd at his waist, and his palms felt hot.

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly looked at Song Fengchen, his eyes burning like torches: "Don't be your plan to delay the attack. If I let you go now, what should you do if you turn around and come to deal with me again?"

Song Fengchen immediately said: "I, Song Fengchen, swear here that if fellow Taoist agrees to this method, Zhao Chugong will be safe and sound. From now on, I will never interfere in this matter. If I go back on my word, I will be struck by lightning."

"Okay." Meng Duanyou replied in a deep voice, and turned to Boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao couldn't move, grinning his teeth with a complicated expression.

Song Fengchen also looked at him, with only a clear expression on his face: Do you dare to refuse?

Boss Zhao wanted to cry, but gritted his teeth and nodded.

……

"Fifty-twenty-one catty, it can't be any cheaper. You can buy it if you want it, and forget it if you don't want it." The clerk looked desperate, and he didn't expect that a middle-aged woman would be such a budget-conscious person, and she would talk to him for a few cents. It took a full ten minutes.

The middle-aged woman cleared her dry throat, satisfied: "Is this right? If you let go earlier, do I need to talk to you so much..."

The guy just wanted to send her away quickly to prevent him from discovering anything. Seeing her nagging again, he directly interrupted her: "I'll weigh it for you as much as you want."

The middle-aged woman immediately said, "Just give me three catties."

Handing the weighed rice to the middle-aged woman, waiting for the other party to pay, and carrying the things across the threshold, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't want to look up, and saw the middle-aged woman lying on a deck chair in the yard Boss Zhao on the board walked over.

With his heart raised in his throat, he chased out with chaotic footsteps...

The middle-aged woman was still happy that she had taken advantage of it. When she went out and saw Boss Zhao and the two, she suddenly felt a little strange. She had been in for so long, so why did the two still maintain the same posture just now, motionless.

Driven by curiosity, she walked over and saw Boss Zhao's pale face.

The middle-aged woman was startled, and then her eyes fell on Boss Zhao's blood-stained shoes. Her heart beat faster, and she thought of the panicked look on the guy's face just now...

She swallowed, stretched out two fingers tremblingly, and placed them under Boss Zhao's nose.

not breathing-

Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from behind, the middle-aged woman was startled, her face was ashen, and there was only one sentence left in her mind: It's over, she will be killed and silenced.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, the middle-aged woman lowered her head in a trance, and met Boss Zhao's puzzled eyes.

The middle-aged woman was stunned, and stammered, "You, are you not dead?"

Boss Zhao's face was blue and white, so lively.

The middle-aged woman had lingering fears. She patted her chest and rolled her eyes: "You almost scared me to death, you know?"

When she turned her head, the man slumped on the ground with a plop, his face even uglier than hers.

can't read.

The middle-aged woman shook her head and left with her things in her arms.

Song Fengchen was also preparing to go home.

Boss Zhao sent him off with his weak legs.

Song Fengchen said helplessly: "I have no choice but to turn things into this way."

Boss Zhao looked dejected: "I know, if it wasn't for you, Brother Song, I might have given up my life today. My son... My son passed away, wouldn't it be my seed? I understand of."

Seeing that he could see through these things, Song Fengchen nodded, thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, you can think so too. Meng Duanyou has some skills. Your son will never suffer from following him. At worst, wait until he gets married and has children in the future." , just adopt another child to you... All in all, you can figure it out yourself!"

In this way, I don't know who is taking advantage of whom!

Boss Zhao's eyes lit up.

The author has something to say:

This ending can't be said to be good or bad, but it's still suitable!