Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

months ago.Guanzhong.

The clerk at the coffin shop looked at each other, as if he didn't know whether to speak to dissuade the determined young man.They are the men of the best coffin shop in the city. They have seen many eccentricities of their customers, and usually just obey in silence.After all, the guests who can afford the wages are either rich or expensive, and they can't afford to be offended if they are annoyed.Besides, the first month has not yet passed, and they were originally afraid of being unlucky, so they were unwilling to take this job.But the guest paid double the price, and also promised each of them a peace talisman from Jingxiang Temple.They don't want to offend such a wealthy guest.

However, the actions of the other party are really asking for trouble...

This job is to move the grave.For the grave search, the guests have already hired another Feng Shui master, and the golden nanmu coffin has also been prepared. All they have to do is to take out the original coffin, carry it to the selected new grave, and hold the bones of the deceased.

From the mass grave in the north of the city to this geomantic treasure, they had many guesses about the relationship between the young man and the deceased along the way.When he saw the title written on the Xuanwu stele, he was even more sure that this was an illegitimate son who was a high-profile illegitimate son who moved the grave of his mother who died young.

Things like this are not uncommon, they have encountered several times.Some of those young masters wanted to elevate their heads and get back the honorable burial owed to their wives in front of their clansmen; After becoming successful and famous, taking care of the funeral for the birth mother... It is not that no one among them has proposed to hold the bones for the birth mother in person, but in the end they let the assistant do the work for them.

No matter how kind and amiable a loving mother was in life, she was just a dead bone after death.If it is older, the carrion will be completely rotten, and a lone bone is not so terrible.But if it hasn't been long since the burial, that appearance... can really scare a dutiful son away.

Even they, when they first entered this line of work, faced with those carrion and maggots, they could only do so with great difficulty.

"Young master..." Seeing the young guest put his hands on the coffin lid, a simple-looking guy said harshly, "Let's do it."

The coffin lid of the Jinsinanmu Pavilion was opened, and the woman's funeral objects were placed inside, and the jewelry was of such high quality that the men didn't dare to look at it after one glance.The thin wooden pavilion on the side had just been put down, and the wet soil on the coffin lid was blown all the way by the wind, and it was half dry.

They were used to this job, so they would naturally do it very quickly. It took less than an hour to open the museum, collect bones, and bury them again.But if the guests insist on coming in person, I'm afraid it will take a lot of work just to open the restaurant.Even if the coffin was buried in a hurry, and only a few thick nails were used to knock it to death, the ingenuity that has not been practiced will not be able to come out for a while.

The young guest shook his head and refused, pressed his hands on the edge of the coffin lid, and pushed it lightly.

The coffin lid was pushed out a few inches.

The guests didn't seem to use much force, the entire coffin lid was lifted to the ground, and the edges were even more neat than they had lifted with tools.

The guys thought it was weird, the thick nails seemed to have disappeared.

After pushing open the lid of the coffin, the young guest held a jar of clean water in his left hand, and put his right hand into the coffin.

A white bone.

The guy who was worried and always ready to do his job on top of the guests felt relieved.Seeing that there is nothing stained on the bones, it seems that the deceased has been dead for many years, and what should be turned into dust has already turned into dust.

The young guest tilted the clean water bottle, washed the bones, wiped them with a yellow silk cloth, and put them in the golden nanmu coffin.

His movements are very light and fast, not much worse than the coffin shop assistant.But his expression was extremely serious, and it was obvious at a glance that he and the deceased were definitely not in a relationship of money and goods.

The human bones in the golden nanmu coffin gradually took shape, with the outline of the whole body.

In the end, the skull was left, and the young guest took it out with both hands.The buddy stepped forward cleverly and sprinkled clean water on the skull.

The young guest held the skull in front of his chest, and the two dark eye holes were facing him.A scene that ordinary people should be terrified of, but the other party didn't move a muscle, and waited until the dust on the skull was washed off, dried again, and put into the coffin.

The more than a hundred bones, large and small, in the coffin were arranged very neatly. The clerk glanced at it quietly, and even if the shopkeeper did it himself, he couldn't do it better.What does this guest do for a living, how can he remember so clearly?

The buddy thought of the murderous gangster, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help taking a few steps away from the guest.When I didn't think of it, I didn't think it. If I thought about it and looked at it carefully, I felt quite reasonable.Look at the stiff thing on the guest's waist. Could it be a sharp sword that has drunk the blood of countless people?

After the bones were collected, the coffin was sealed and buried.

Before sealing the earth, the man had the courage to ask: "You... don't take another look?" You must know that there is no such thing as a second bone-grabbing in their business, and this time the burial will be completely returned to the loess .

"No need."

When the work is done, the guys call it a day and leave.The one who had previously identified the guest as Wang Yang's thief accidentally met the other's quiet and enigmatic eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't be too sad. With a filial son like you, the old man should laugh under the nine springs." .”

The guy laughed and walked away.On the one hand, these words are flattering, but they are not without sincerity.There are quite a few people in the world who say they are filial sons, who can hold the bones of their biological mother in person without changing their face. He has been working in the coffin shop for so many years, and he has only met this one.No matter how rich the funerary objects are, no matter how expensive the nanmu coffin is, it can't compare to the relatives' own bones.

If you don't pass through this layer, then Hun'er, who has been buried and moved to the grave, will be bullied underground.

"Young master?" Jianchi's other dark son in the pass reminded his young master after the crowd dispersed.After the grave was moved and the coffin was buried, according to their plan, it was time for the young master to leave Guanzhong.In fact, he got the news a few days ago that Gui Yizong had gathered a large number of people, and he was afraid that he wanted to attack them.But the young master insisted on finishing this matter before leaving, so he could only arrange it as soon as possible.

Xiao Daoluan looked at the words "Zilin Ziyouli" on the newly erected tombstone, bent down to take a pot of wine, and sprinkled it in front of the grave.

He once sent Lin Ziyou up the mountain with a bowl of wine.

Now send his biological mother with a bowl of wine... on the road.

"Young master, the chariots and horses are all ready." The Anzi said, "Let's walk from this cemetery to the forest to the east, but don't pass the city gate, so as not to meet people from the Guiyi sect."

Xiao Daoluan placed the empty wine bowl on the grave, looked back to the southeast corner, and said in a deep voice, "Go through the city gate."

"But this..." There must be members of the Guiyi sect staring at the city gate, and their whereabouts will inevitably be exposed.

"If they want to see it, let them see it." Xiao Daoluan said something An Zi didn't understand, and walked towards the city gate.

After a stick of incense, Anzi understood the meaning of the young master's words, but it was too late to regret it.

Xiao Daoluan took the black sword out of the city and broke through the door with one sword.

The city gate, which weighed more than a thousand catties, was smashed open by a sword.

The sword energy passed through the city gate and went straight into the city wall.

A few days later, the troublemaker climbed up to the top of the city, reaching out his hand to see how deep the sword marks on the city wall were, and his hand was cut by the undissipated sword energy.

The whole city was shocked.

Everyone said that the young master of Jianchi who had disappeared for a long time had reappeared in Jianghu, and his realm had improved to a higher level than before.

……

"Hey, have you heard the news?"

"Which message?"

"Guiyi is such a big sect, the suzerain will fall as soon as it says it will... But it's really a word, the world is unpredictable."

"Why don't you say that in response to a poem, the voice of the young phoenix is ​​clearer than that of the old phoenix."

The inn has always been a distribution center for all kinds of gossip. Even though it is located more than a month away from Guanzhong to the southwest, in the lobby of this unremarkable inn, there are some people from the rivers and lakes with swords and knives talking about the great changes in the Guanzhong gate.

Although it is said that Mo Heng is still the suzerain of Guiyi Sect, but according to the news disclosed by some inner disciple or elder, the real ruler of the sect has been replaced by the eldest disciple Mo Lie.

As for the reasons for this, there is no consensus.

Some people said that Mo Heng was seriously injured as a master and urgently needed to retreat and recuperate, so he had to let his proud disciple take charge of the sect's affairs.Some people say that Mo Lie is a wolf with ambition, and after planning for a long time, he finally succeeds in usurping power, imprisoning Mo Heng and replacing him with his own body.There is also the rumor that sounds the most absurd, but is the most popular. The master and the apprentice fell in love with the same stunning beauty, and finally they drew their swords against each other.

"If you want to say that Miss Wang, who followed the family's female relatives to go to the family to pray, is really a shameless woman, otherwise how could she attract the hearts of Mo Heng Mo Lie, master and apprentice?" A man with a wicked eyebrow and a mouse eye Said, "I was in Guanzhong a while ago, and I was lucky enough to take a look at it from a distance. It is said that the Wang family in Guanzhong is good at raising daughters. After seeing it with my own eyes, I really have to believe it. As for the figure, it is a bit thinner than ordinary women. How can I say it?" , Yingying can't hold it. If you want to say that appearance, tsk tsk..."

The man spoke with great enthusiasm, and the others listened with great interest.Whether it is the Guiyi sect or the Guanzhong Wang family, these low-level monks like them cannot get in touch. They can only imagine themselves in some plausible stories.

Most people know that what this man said may not be true. If nothing else, just look at the crooked and poor appearance of this man. Like them, he lives in the most inferior inn. How can there be a chance to see that man with his own eyes? The daughter of the Wang family?It's just having nothing to do, listening to what he said, just for fun.

Unexpectedly, someone gave a sneer.

The man with the wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes was very sensitive, once he was ridiculed, he stopped, turned his eyes narrowly, and said provocatively: "Why, what's your opinion, brother?"

What he looked at was a big man who didn't even bother to hide the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.That big man was full of beards, his eyebrows were twice as thick as other people's, but fortunately his face was dark, and he didn't feel that the hair on his face was very abrupt if he didn't pay attention.

It's always like black and white.

The black man said: "Red lips and white teeth, plump buttocks and thin waist, what is the difference between them and the girls in Yileyuan? To praise his family for raising daughters is to say that his family is handed down from generation to generation. The demeanor of not coming, how can I say that."

What the black-faced man said didn't quite match his appearance, not so reckless, more like a pedantic scholar who had read too many scriptures and couldn't even find fun.

The mischievous man half didn't understand, half looked down on him, and said: "How do you know so clearly? Then you wrote "Xun Fang Pu"?"

"Xun Fang Pu" is a painstaking work of an individual traveler who traveled all over the country, and the beautiful women from all over the world are included, with quite sophisticated comments.The original manuscript didn't have much eclectic content, but a group of booksellers added a lot of unspeakable content because they saw that it was profitable.Now the "Xun Fang Pu" that is circulating on the market is several times thicker than the original manuscript, and the number of reprints is also increasing.Many wanderers here may not know Gengxu Xijianlu, but there are few who don't know this book, which is regarded as a must-read book for wanderers.

The black-faced man laughed brightly: "Then what is Lanling Xinxinzi, who deserves to be talked about with a broken book?"