Jing Xingzhi's ancient daily life

The word "dead person" made Fang Qichen's body tremble, and instinctively opened his hands to protect the little disciple hiding behind him.

Fang Qichen looked around, but found nothing that looked like a "corpse".

Fang Qichen couldn't help suspecting that he was old and dim-sighted. He turned his head and asked nervously, "Where are you?"

Jing Xingzhi looked at the old man's unconsciously opened hand, and was a little dazed. After hearing Fang Qichen's voice, he slowed down and pointed at the flowers: "There is something floating in the flowers!"

The dead body is certainly invisible, but there are dead people.

"Floating... Floating?" Fang Qichen was a little stunned, and seemed to have thought of something, he grabbed Jing Xingzhi's arm suddenly, and asked, "Is it a woman in a blue dress?"

Fang Qichen gestured excitedly: "Is it very white, with a pair of almond eyes, big eyes!" He poked his left cheek, "Is there a mole here?"

How could Jing Xingzhi know what clothes the person who died in vain looked like, but since his good teacher asked, he should answer it. When the time comes to dig out the body of the vainly deceased, everything will become clear.

Wrong identity is not bad!

Jing Xingzhi glanced at the flowers, nodded and said, "It's a blue dress, with a very white face, and even smiled at us!"

Fang Qichen's eyes were fixed on the flowers, and he took a few glances, but he couldn't see anything.

He was very puzzled for a while, and couldn't help but believe what the little disciple said.Because the ten-year memorial day of his goddaughter that he never forgets, half a month has passed, and he even told Alan in his dream last night that she had an extra junior brother.

Jing Xingzhi watched him staring at the flowers, adding fuel and jealousy with fear on his face: "Teacher, I... I have been light-hearted since I was a child, and it is easy to see that kind of thing!"

Jing Xingzhi's skin was already fair, but his deliberate stuttering made it even more believable.

"Don't be afraid!"

Fang Qichen made a decision in his heart, and immediately yelled twice, and many people came to him.

Fang Qichen's servants and several neighbors ran out, and Zhang Mingyu was also disturbed by the movement.

Zhang Kaiwei followed behind his second uncle, but as soon as he came out, he saw Jing Xingzhi, the chief culprit who had made him unhappy recently, and his complexion immediately turned darker.

Fang Qichen looked at Zhang Mingyu, stretched out his hand and pointed at the flowers in front of Zhang Mingyu's yard, and asked sharply, "Zhang Mingyu, what did you bury under the flowers?"

A loud shout suddenly rang in his ears, and Zhang Mingyu's memory was instantly aroused.

On that rainy night ten years ago, he killed someone by mistake, and it took all his efforts and arrangements to conceal the news.

Zhang Mingyu lowered his eyes, and took a worried look at the flowers.

This glance passed, but it was clear that he didn't see anything.What he saw with his eyes made Zhang Mingyu's heart slow down, and the Wenwan walnut in his hand slammed loudly.

"Shan Chang, what can be in the flowers, is this a trick to catch your eye?" Zhang Mingyu pretended to be calm.

Fang Qichen's lips trembled, hesitating for a moment to speak, and finally the face of the woman he hadn't seen in ten years flashed back in his mind.

That face flashed past, making Fang Qichen feel that it was nothing to mess around for a while, and at worst, he would be scolded by those people for being stupid.

"It's not your flower that caught my eye, but there's something under the flower." Fang Qichen turned cold.

Zhang Mingyu looked sour, he shouted: "This is the flower that Ah Lan likes! I planted the flower for her, why are you making trouble?"

"I want to see what's under the flowers today. My concierge is a flower farmer, so I won't really hurt your flowers." Fang Qichen looked unreasonable, and seemed to be aiming at the underside of the flowers.

Zhang Mingyu's face was somber, he couldn't figure out how Fang Qichen, a dead old man, was staring at his flowers.

He felt that there was a lot of evil, and often before and after Ah Lan's memorial day, Ah Lan's godfather Fang Qichen would treat him uncertainly.But half a month had passed in previous years, Fang Qichen had returned to normal early, and this year he actually thought of killing him!

But the academy was established by Fang Qichen. Even if the other party doesn't show up very much now, he has accumulated a lot of power and is much more powerful than him when he speaks.

Zhang Mingyu's face was flushed red, and he was about to turn purple. His eyes flickered and he was extremely annoyed: "Godfather, why do you torment me so much every year? Everyone has gone, so what? I'm not sad, it's mine. Wife!"

Jing Xingzhi stood behind Fang Qichen, watching the old man tremble with anger.

He helped Fang Qichen who was so angry, and just about to say a few words to help, he heard Fang Qichen angrily said: "Alan asked me to dig it!"

Fang Qichen seemed to think this was the reason, he supported his young disciples to stand firm in the relay, panting and said: "I was just hit on the head by that wooden statue of a century-old saint in the East Room of the thatched hut."

Jing Xingzhi's eyes widened slightly, like a real young man who was shocked because of his lack of knowledge.

What Fang Qichen thought in his heart was that if nothing was dug up, it must be bad for the young disciple to see it, so why not just say he saw it.As an old man, you can forgive me if I read it wrong.

So Fang Qichen continued to act out the foreplay according to the words he gave, his old face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, he clutched his chest and said: "Alan wants to dig your flowers, don't you agree?"

Fang Qichen looked at Zhang Mingyu, with "You have no other choice but to agree to this old man" written all over his face.

Jing Xingzhi was amazed, and gave the old man a smooth ride, so that the old man could devote himself to the battle.

Where did Zhang Mingyu expect it, Fang Qichen suddenly used a hellish move like "Damn it".

Zhang Mingyu 1 people don't believe it. If he wants to see Qi Xinlan who has turned into a ghost, that person will only be him.Because it was him who killed Qi Xinlan by mistake!

Before the ugly Zhang Mingyu could come up with a reason for his refusal, Fang Qichen spoke again.

He looked at the flowers, and shouted anxiously: "Xinlan, wait! Godfather died here today, and I will take these flowers away for you!"

After Fang Qichen shouted this sentence, he looked at Zhang Mingyu again, and called him by name: "I was warned by a sage, Zhang Mingyu, get out of the way! Later, I will ask Yunxi to send you the best flowers. It is because you want to plant eighteen bachelors. I'll get it for you too."

Who is Yunxi?The current emperor is called Li Yunxi.

In today's Li Dynasty, not to mention the same name as Li Yunxi, there is no homophony of the word Yunxi.Fang Qichen moved the emperor out, his attitude can be described as decisive.

At the mention of the word Yunxi, all the masters who stood aside and tried to persuade them all shut up.

They can't afford to offend Chief Fang Shan who moved out of the emperor.What's more, some masters really believed Fang Qichen's words, and felt cold on their backs when they looked at the flowers.

But under the flowers, does Zhang Mingyu dare to be dug?He dare not, he is afraid to die!

Zhang Mingyu panicked to the point of death, wishing he could just die.

"Don't touch my flowers!" Zhang Mingyu rushed forward in a panic, reaching out his hand to stop in front of the flowers.

His eyes were red, and he roared: "I will bear it no matter what, Fang Qichen, if you dare to touch my flowers today, I will show you to death!"

Thinking of Fang Qichen's kindness to Xinlan, Zhang Mingyu had a ferocious face, and said angrily: "Alan is so pleasing to me, I will defend her ten times! I am so angry, do you think Alan will go to you?

Li Chao doesn't have much talk about chaste women, and it's rare to be affectionate if she keeps her body for ten years.Hearing this statement, Zhang Kaiwei's heart was moved, and he felt that his second uncle was not easy, and he was really affectionate.

Zhang Kaiwei spoke for his second uncle: "Second uncle is such a loving person, why do you have to make trouble for no reason? How many people can guard themselves like jade for a whole ten years for a person who is not around?"'

As soon as Zhang Kaiwei opened his mouth, Jing Xingzhi moved his eyes and glanced at Zhang's uncle and nephew.

He is a good disciple and cannot leave the teacher alone.

Jing Xingzhi looked at Zhang Mingyu's face, and said, "Keep your body like a jade? That's not true, Mr. Zhang."

What Jing Xingzhi said made everyone including Zhang Mingyu dumbfounded, but he didn't listen for a moment, and continued to explain.

"Master Zhang's eyebrows are thick and black, the crow's feet are smooth, and the lines of adultery are vertical. Don't say you indulge in sex, at least your needs are satisfied."

Jing Xingzhi looked at Zhang Mingyu's face, his words were full of content, and he pressed Zhang Mingyu's face to the ground with a hammer.

After listening to the little disciple's words, Fang Qichen glanced at a master who was good at these little tricks, and found that the man looked at Zhang Mingyu's face and kept nodding, confirming what the little disciple said, so he became even more angry.

"Then you're going to die! Back then when Ah Lan married you, I didn't agree to it. If you hadn't sneaked through the Qi family, you wouldn't have married my Lan'er!"

Fang Qichen tore his face, his face was cold and serious.

He didn't like Zhang Mingyu very much in the first place, and he was able to make do with Zhang Mingyu in the academy only because Zhang Mingyu was the husband of his goddaughter Qi Xinlan.

Ten years ago, Zhang Mingyu and Qi Xinlan had a quarrel, and Qi Xinlan was asked to go back to her natal home alone in the second year of junior high school.

Later, the convoy was attacked by bandits, and the bodies of everyone in the group were there, but his goddaughter was not even found.

At that time, Fang Qichen was worried about this matter, so although Zhang Mingyu was good to Zhang Mingyu who guarded his goddaughter every day, he couldn't bear his temper around Qi Xinlan's memorial day.

Fang Qichen was very annoyed, looked at a tall and strong black man among the servants, and ordered: "Beat the old man unconscious!"

The tall and strong black man had practiced martial arts, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Mingyu, and knocked Zhang Mingyu unconscious with a slap.

Looking at the fainted second uncle, Zhang Kaiwei flinched.

He stared at the master and apprentice opposite in horror, as if he was looking at a villain.

Zhang Kaiwei considers himself a scholar and has always used his brain.He didn't expect that he would encounter someone who would do it, leaving him helpless.

With a mournful face, Zhang Kaiwei hugged his second uncle in humiliation, and felt extremely aggrieved seeing the unconscious second uncle.

A feeling of dissatisfaction welled up in his heart, Zhang Kaiwei raised his head, and accused the unreasonable person.

"Dig! Dig, let's see what you can dig up today?! If you can't dig out anything, think about how to explain to my second uncle!"

Fang Qichen puffed up his eyes and glared at this little brat, then put down his harsh words: "If you don't find anything, the academy will give it to him!"

Fang Qichen gave an order, and the servants took out the shovels and flower pots, and dug while moving the flowers.

Jing Xingzhi was afraid that they would destroy the body of the deceased, so he pointed to the bones and gave birth to flowers, and whispered to the tall and strong black man: "Strong man, dig around this flower, be careful."

All the onlookers were looking at Fang Qichen, or Zhang Kaiwei's uncle and nephew, but few people noticed Jing Xingzhi.

Even if he noticed, it's normal for Jing Xingzhi, as a disciple, to serve Fang Qichen a little bit.

In addition to his low voice, only Fang Qichen, the old servants and the black man glanced at Jing Xingzhi, and then carefully dug around the bone.

Pockets of soil were thrown out of the flowers one after another, until a strand of blue semi-rotten sleeve mixed with silver light emerged from the soil, shocking everyone's eyes.

"My lord! Got the rotten blue sleeve."