Money can really do whatever it wants

The Yu family was considered a very famous family in the previous dynasty, and the screen and painting fans made were only tributed to the royal family, especially the beauty screen of the Yu family, which was hard to find.

Emperor Hui En of the previous dynasty once wrote poems of praise in person, and the imperial pen personally inscribed the praise of Poppies.

Afterwards, the dynasties changed and the previous dynasty collapsed. The Yu family was inevitably affected. The head of the Yu family moved with his family and kept his name incognito. He settled here for more than 100 years.

Over time, the poppies who were once famous all over the world have gradually disappeared from people's mouths, and few people can still remember them now.

When Hua Manlou and the others arrived at Yujiazhuang, it was already dusk.

The orange halo enveloped the entire villa, adding a bit of warmth.

The horse's hooves landed on the long street paved with stone slabs, making a light rattling sound. The honest monk looked at the empty village and shrank his neck and said, "Why do I feel that something is wrong?"

"There is no cooking smoke." Ximen Chuixue said.

At this time, it is time to make dinner. In any ordinary village, it is impossible to have no cooking smoke.

The monk was stunned, while Hua Manlou was a little dazed, and then he sighed, he was blind, although he had let go of it long ago, and he had achieved the extreme in his daily life, people could not associate him with ordinary blind people.

He pressed the corners of his eyes, but there is still a difference between seeing and not seeing.

"Is there anyone in this Zhuangzi?"

No wonder the honest monk had such doubts. In fact, since they entered the village until now, they really haven't seen a single person. .

"It was there when I came last time." Hua Manlou sighed, and said worriedly, "It's getting dark, let's go to the patriarch's house first."

"Patriarch?"

"Except there, no one in Zhuangzi is willing to take in outsiders."

"Is it so exclusive?" The monk frowned.

Hua Manlou opened his mouth, and just about to say something, someone stuffed something in his hand, "Master Ximen?"

Ximen Chuuxue patted the horse's neck, beckoning it to follow the other party, and then said: "You guys go, I won't go."

After thinking about it for a while, Hua Manlou understood what he meant, nodded and said, "Be careful."

Ximen Chuixue left with his sword in hand, and several people disappeared between the houses.

Three people become two people.

When Hua Manlou and the others arrived at the patriarch's house, they happened to meet someone.

A six or seven-year-old child shrank his neck and hid behind the door.

"This is the little grandson of the patriarch's family." Hua Manlou explained in a low voice.

The monk sighed, "It's amazing for a blind man to do what you do."

Hua Manlou smiled and waved in the direction of the child.

He has a gentle temperament and a friendly face, which is also liked by children.

The child hesitated for a moment, but still walked over. In the dark and clear eyes, there was only curiosity but no fear.

"Remember me?" He squatted down, his voice soft.

The kid nodded.

Hua Manlou patted his head and said, "I remember you too, your name is Tangtang, right?"

The child's eyes widened, and he said seriously, "Tangtang is called by grandma and the others. Grandpa said that others should call it Yu Yao."

"But I think Tangtang sounds better than Yu Yao." Hua Manlou seemed to be troubled.

Two small dimples appeared on the child's face, he leaned over and said in a low voice, "I also think Tangtang sounds nice."

Hua Manlou smiled tacitly at him, which completely relaxed the child.

"You are quite good at coaxing children."

The honest monk also came over, his chubby body was like a mountain, startled Tangtang, and immediately hid behind Huamanlou.

The monk touched his bare head, and laughed himself into a flower on purpose, "Don't be afraid, children, the monk is an honest and honest person, it's best to bully him, he's not fierce at all."

The child hid his face in Hua Manlou's sleeve.

"..." The honest monk was a little frustrated. When he was in the monastery, he was obviously the most popular among the juniors. His round belly was often hugged by them as a pillow.

He sighed, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet that elegant smiling face. Sure enough, it wasn't that he wasn't friendly enough, it was that his face was better than anyone else's. In this world of facial features, for a person like him whose natural conditions are not up to standard Said, too unfriendly.

Hua Manlou smiled, patted the child's head comfortingly, and asked, "Does Tangtang know where the others have gone? Why can't anyone in Zhuangzi see?"

Tangtang glanced at the fat monk cautiously, and then said: "Go to the ancestral hall, everyone has gone to the ancestral hall."

Hua Manlou frowned slightly, "Does Tangtang know where the ancestral hall is?"

The sky gradually darkened.

Mu Daochang's hair was disheveled, and he looked embarrassed, completely without the fairy-tale appearance in the daytime.

"M's!" The rigorous and self-controlled Mu Taoist swears a rare swear word, he sits on the ground panting, the wound on his leg makes him break out in cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth, looking at the place where he had dug out a piece of flesh, black blood spewed out again, no matter how well educated a person was, he could not maintain his former composure.

The wound was numb, itchy and painful, his willpower was as strong as his, and he wanted to knock himself unconscious all at once. He tore off a piece of cloth from the Taoist robe and wrapped it tightly around the wound, even though he knew it would not be of much use , at best, it was just an excuse to comfort myself.

After dealing with all this, Taoist Mu felt a little exhausted. He had never been in such a mess for many, many years, and it was the first time he was forced into this position.

But the other party didn't let him rest for long, the rustling sound sounded again, getting closer and closer.

The wooden Taoist wanted to call his mother.

He grabbed the sword beside him and fled in this mysterious underground palace again.

His right leg became weaker and weaker, which made his speed drop significantly.

Wudang swordsman Wushuang Mu Taoist was chased around like a headless mouse. If it was spread, he would definitely be laughed out of his teeth. For the [-]th time, he began to regret his underestimation of the enemy. He was old, and turned over in the gutter, if he could see Lu Xiaofeng, he would definitely beat him into a pig's head!

The sound was getting closer and closer, but Taoist Mu suddenly stopped, and he returned to the same place. This was the third time he passed by here.

God is killing me!

Mu Taoist's eyes were sharp, his long sword was out of its sheath, he turned around, and countless dense black bugs rushed towards him like a tide.

Infuriatingly agitated, the long sword swept out with a huge internal force, bang—the black worms were scattered and melted like mist, and then gathered again in the next moment, and rushed up again in a menacing manner!

"What the hell is this!"

He is furious!

How does this make him fight!Only if it bites you, how will you fight an enemy that is completely immune to all attacks!It's useless even if he wants to work hard!

Do you want him to lie obediently and be eaten by bugs? !He is not reconciled!

From the moment he stepped into the rivers and lakes, everyone in the rivers and lakes thought about his own death, and Mu Taoist was no exception. He thought about various ways to die, such as dueling with enemies, being assassinated by villains, and being betrayed by friends. , but this does not include being eaten by bugs!

This is so insulting!

"This way!" A clear voice sounded, a hand stretched out from behind, pulled him and ran away.

Normally, Taoist Mu stabbed through with a backhand sword, but now he is ecstatic.

In this hellish place, he is finally not alone.