phoenix color

Chapter 3 A Funeral Hall

There is an admonition circulating in the rivers and lakes: the Palace of the King of Hell in the underworld is a funeral hall in the world.

In February, the dragon raised its head.The coldest days of the year are fading away.

The peach blossoms are dyed, the willows are still, and the wind is light and rainy and cold.A carriage slowly entered the Peach Blossom Shop.

The ten-mile peach blossom shop, the wind is clear and the rain is thin, it is cold and the first day is coming, and the ten-mile peach blossom buds are newly spit, it is not the right time.

The breeze lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a fresh green flashed by, and a ghost like a peach leaf suddenly appeared, which shocked the young man driving the carriage with a chill on his neck, and subconsciously touched the Remnant Cloud Sword at his hand.

The young man shook his head slightly, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.Although the Peach Blossom Shop is the boundary of a mourning hall, when passing by, I feel a little bit chilled, but if there is no grudge or enmity, people who do business will not come to provoke them - although this is not a side business, but a life and death business .

Just as he was thinking about it, a woman's scream suddenly came from the carriage, which seemed very frightening in this boundless land.The young man almost bit his own tongue, he hurriedly straightened his face and pulled the rein: "Woo..."

The horse neighed and stopped, and the young man, ignoring etiquette, called "Auntie" and opened the curtain.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the curtain was opened, the young man's face turned pale. In an instant, all the blood was sucked away, leaving only a pale pale color.The slightly dark young man finally turned pale.It's just that no one has time to care about his face.

Seeing the young man, the woman who exclaimed immediately rushed over, not caring about the clear sky and broad daylight, men and women couldn't bear to kiss each other.She pointed at the terrible scene in the carriage with her fingers trembling, and cried, "Third Master...Third Master, he... woo woo woo..."

Before he finished speaking, he began to cry, his shoulders twitched slightly, and it seemed that pear blossoms with rain suddenly aroused pity.

The young man shook his lips and shouted, "Father..."

Inside the carriage is a new corpse, bleeding from seven holes is really fresh.The young man tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the man's face, it was still hot.It was clear that he had just died not long ago.

"What... what happened?" the young man asked.Seeing that there is no one around, there are only a few shadows of the peach trees with young buds and new green shoots, and it is sparse, but at first glance, there is no one around, so who killed the father?

The young man suddenly shivered, pushed the woman away, and asked her with shaking hands: "You killed my father?"

The young woman had a delicate face and was born delicate and petite. When he questioned her like this, her face turned pale, she opened her mouth in a daze but didn't know how to refute, and began to cry again, chanting five words incessantly: "How could it be me?"

The young man saw her crying pitifully. What could a delicate and weak woman do but cry?She dares to kill?Besides, this woman is always bullied by her aunts on weekdays, and her father is protecting her. Without her father, she should be the one who suffers, there is no reason for that.

At this time, a clear and joyful voice sounded from the world of Liawu, young and pleasant.He said: "Ten miles of peach blossoms, buy road money. Let's go."

The young man drew his sword in an instant and stood in front of the carriage. There was nothing in the world, and there seemed to be some ghosts and ghosts spying on them in the deep shadow of peach blossom trees.

As far as the eye can see, it is empty and unconcealed. After all, it is a person or a ghost who speaks.The young man was cold, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.

"Ah!" His aunt screamed in fright and passed out.

The young man was also taken aback by her, and suddenly felt cold all over his body.Staring helplessly at his father's new corpse in the carriage, those eyes were wide open, as if staring at the young man, accusing him of incompetence and dishonesty.

The young man was startled by his father's corpse, and his dantian shouted angrily: "Who is it? Is it a man or a ghost? Why did you take my father's life?"

The man's chuckle came from the vast world, which seemed distant and empty, making people shudder.

"It's a blessing that I didn't find you. Why, you still want to seek revenge from me? Go."

"You... you... each side of the road facing the sky, we have no grievances in the past and no hatred in the present..." The young man choked up, thinking of his father's death and feeling extremely sad.

There was a sneer in the man's voice: "One mourning hall accepts people's lives, there is no need to say more, if you don't leave, even your lives and the lives of that little lady will be taken!"

No matter how the young man yelled, there was no answer.The young man threw his sword angrily.The sky and the earth are long, the rain is cool and thin, and the clothes are wet.After the young man calmed down, he looked at his dying aunt, wiped his face, got into the carriage and closed his father's eyes with trembling hands, and then helped his aunt up, she must not dare to sit in the carriage, young man Just help her to sit in front with him.

"drive……"

The carriage started to run, and the young man turned around and drove back with his father's body.How could father think of it?The new official took office, thinking it was a good thing, but before he took office, he lost his life.In vain he called himself a martial artist, not only did he not even see the face of the man who killed his father, he even had the guts to seek revenge...

The young man's eyes turned red as he thought about it.

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Wearing white clothes and light shirts, a pot of sake is fragrant.A scholar-like young man staggered towards the depths of peach blossoms.Laughing lightly for a while, reciting poems for a while, it seems a little crazy.

The handsome scholar's footsteps stopped suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared, he raised his hand and turned the white jade hairpin in his bun, his eyes narrowed slightly, his face was flushed with alcohol, and he had a bit of perennial sickness. Weak posture.

After a short pause, the scholar shook his head, continued to hobble forward with the wine in his hand, and said in his mouth: "Qiu Xiao slept through the banana rain, and the rivers and lakes are dreaming again..."

After walking about a few hundred meters, there is a Zhuangzi with white walls in front of it, with white lights hanging on it, and the words "Yi" and "Zhuang" written on it.Another black plaque, the handwriting is faded, and there are three characters written in dragons and phoenixes, vaguely saying "a mourning hall".

"Papa..." The scholar slammed on the door with all his might, shouting, "Open the door, open the door, your ancestor, I'm back."

The concierge who answered the door was a young and strong man. He seemed to be walking with some skill. He was about to open the door when he heard "Old Ancestor" outside the door. Looking at that posture, Qinggong has reached a new level.

"Hall Master, Hall Master, it's terrible, the ancestor is back!" The gatekeeper with two beards, at the moment he breathed out anxiously, straight up, it was really fun to watch.

The fire started early in the hall, and they were having dinner, and they didn't care about the porter's jokes. From the wine table to the servants who were waiting on the side, they all changed their faces.

"Hurry up, go to the front to meet people, girl Suqiu, let me in!"

"Father..." There was another flutter.

Who would have thought that a mourning hall that made the world frightened by the news that a sick scholar came would frighten Yi Zhuangzi into such a state.

The person who came was none other than the uncle of the current head of the funeral hall, the uncle of the master, Mu Yiqing, known as the "sick scholar".

This lunatic came here every day to make trouble, either he chewed the poisonous herb that he worked so hard to collect as a snack, or he was forced to test the medicine and tortured him to death.

This master uncle has a bad temper, Yao Ba is not afraid of him every day, he is afraid that the old man will come to eat, last time his daughter Suqiu cursed at people, and she was almost disfigured.

What is this world?What hell, the Hall of the King of Hades, a funeral hall in the world?In Mu Yiqing's eyes, it was a place where he could toss about.

"Old Zhao, you are looking for death. How dare you not open the door for me. You owe me medicine, don't you?" Zhao Yihu, the concierge, is known in the world as the face of the king of hell, because he offended Mu Yiqing, and his face turned half as white as green...

"Old Ancestor, you are back, little deaf, don't bother with me." Zhao Yihu nodded and bowed, so that people in the Jianghu would not be scared to death if they saw it.

"Hard ears? Hmph." Mu Yiqing glanced at him, his eyes were drunk, his face was peachy, Zhao Yihu was taken aback, and he said in his heart, it's so beautiful.

"Hard ears, right? I'll fix it for you, and I'm sure you won't need these ears in your next life." With a smirk, Mu Yiqing made Zhao Yihu's calves tremble for a moment, and managed to avoid kneeling down.

"Uncle Master, why didn't you say something earlier when you came, so I'm ready?" Yao Batian came out with a smile all over his face. Qing Ye could only add wrinkles to his face, and he didn't dare to smile.

"Prepare?" Mu Yiqing raised his eyebrows, "Prepare for what? Prepare to kill me with medicine?"

Mu Yiqing smiled wickedly, those who couldn't figure out their thoughts were fools.Mu Yiqing is an extremely clear and intelligent person.He is not afraid that these people will plot against him, the daring is second to those with high skills, so they have to dare, if they can't kill him, it means their good time has come.

Yao Batian's smile almost couldn't hold up, so he said he didn't dare.The Iron Lady over there was already wiping away her sweat.Of course she knew what their daughter had done, she just kept it from the master, dare not say it, how can the family be frightened to death?

Zhao Yihu stood awkwardly for a while, seeing that there was no time for him to interject to beg for mercy, he resentfully ran to close the door.

Mu Yiqing's fox and phoenix eyes narrowed, and said coldly: "Don't close the door, there will be guests in a while."

"Guest?" Yao Batian was puzzled.

Mu Yi glanced at him, and suddenly a chill ran up Yao Batian's back, so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out.Open mouth silly.

"A mourning hall is really a mourning hall. It does all kinds of business. The Hall of the King of Hell in the underworld is a mourning hall in the world. Before the business in the rivers and lakes is finished, it starts the business of the government." Mu Yiqing said sarcastically.Yao Batian was so scared that he looked like he was fished out of the water.

"You...you got it." Yao Batian asked, actually there was no need to ask, he never thought that he could hide Mu Yiqing from it.It's just that King Jing's current power... Even the Shenxue Palace has been recruited by him. Although he is the most poisonous in the world, he is a businessman who sells poison for a living.King Jing recruited them because he feared that they would show some face, but if they were disobedient, they would be the ones who would have difficulty surviving.

"By the way, when I first came here, I killed a man, an official." Mu Yiqing picked his ears.

Yao Batian almost died of fright: "Ah! You... killed Master Lin?"

"What's the name? Your ears are deafened." Mu Yiqing became unhappy, and walked towards the middle hall.It was just a table of noodles, and it hadn't started yet, so he was not polite, grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed it.

"What should we do? Lord Lin is a popular person in front of King Jing, someone came to say hello just now... This Lord Lin is dead, the prince must think that we are trying to embarrass him..." Iron Lady's face turned blue.

"This master uncle! Hey." Yao Batian seemed to have half of his hair gray all of a sudden.His face was very ugly.

Just as he was talking, a carriage stopped in front of the door of a mourning hall, and a plain-clothed man came down to face him, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, and a chilling look.

Zhao Yihu raised his arms to stop him, his voice was like a bell, "Who? Dare to break into a funeral hall!"

The man glanced at him coldly, then raised his foot and continued to rush in.Zhao Yihu suddenly used the move "Black Tiger Pulls Out His Heart", with a fierce momentum and swift action.

However, with a bang, the man blocked it with his unsheathed sword, which made Zhao Yihu retreat a few steps back.

Yao Batian in the yard heard the movement at the front door and asked people to go out to see.

The man hadn't reached the front door yet, when Su Yi said in a cold voice, "Mu Yiqing is here?"

The interrogative sentence used an affirmative tone. Yao Batian in the yard heard it through the wall, and was shocked. Who is it?The guest that Mu Yiqing just mentioned?It seems that the background is not small.

Mu Yiqing drank and ate vegetables inside, and called out, "Give him a bottle of 'Yan Wang Ming' and send him away."

Yao Batian quickly responded, and said in his heart, is it the order of Hades?Or a bottle?That is the signboard of a mourning hall, who is it?Why did my uncle, who was always stingy, suddenly become generous?

Yao Batian was about to pick it up.But Mu Yiqing yelled, "Wait." He hurriedly wiped the grease on the maid next to him, and the maid who wiped it was almost crying.

Mu Yiqing tidied up his clothes, his face was full of peach blossoms, three parts springy, seven parts intoxicating, and his pair of phoenix eyes carried some ecstasy.

I saw him walking out while muttering: "I should go by myself, what if Yi'er is here?"

"Yi'er? Who?" Yao Batian was full of doubts and wanted to go out with him.

Mu Yiqing turned his head and said: "Stay honest, what should you do if you go out and scare my beauty with your face?"

Yao Batian touched his nose and smiled, embarrassed and curious.

As soon as Mu Yiqing floated out, he said, "Baldhead, is my Yier here?"

Zhao Yihu was puzzled immediately, and looked up at the top of the man's head, only to see black hair and thick clouds...could it be a wig?

Seeing that plain-clothed man's complexion slightly twitched, in the end his skills were still high, he endured it, and said coldly: "What's the matter with you? Things!"

The people in plain clothes want it.With a blunt face.

Zhao Yihu was stunned on the spot, and said to himself, oh my mother, this person even dared to be so rude to his ancestors, yet he stopped him!

"Death bald, I won't tell you, I'll see for myself." Saying that, Mu Yiqing floated out and bumped into someone's carriage.

Will the plain clothes man let it go?Before the scabbard came out, they fought with it.

"Death bald, do you dare to stop me?" Mu Yiqing stared, his peach blossom eyes were alluring like a demon.

The cold-faced plain-clothed man pretended not to see him, he drew his sword and slashed head-on.Mu Yiqing's qinggong is good, he can dodge it, the sword is really fast, even if it is so, it also cut off a hair of Mu Yiqing.

"Deadly bald! If I tell you to be bald, you dare to chop on my head. Be careful that I'm so vicious, you will lose all your hair!" Mu Yiqing yelled, and when someone saw that he was deflated, he immediately let out a fit of rage.Heart said, Zhao Yihu, you are dead!

"You! Call me Guang again...!" The man in plain clothes was finally annoyed.

"Tch, your name is Song Jin, aren't you just chanting sutras? Isn't bald monk doing chanting sutras?" Mu Yiqing's face turned pale.

Su Yiren was speechless, he shouldn't argue with this guy.Isn't that a person who buys cattle from across the mountain without knowing what is right and what is wrong?

"Hehe." At this time, a woman's chuckle came from the carriage, and a delicate and lovely girl came out, wearing light pink clothes, with a peach-colored face.

Mu Yiqing raised his head and looked into the carriage, the girl was also considerate and stepped aside to let him see clearly - there was no one inside.

Mu Yiqing was immediately disappointed.

The girl smiled and said: "Master Mu, the Young Palace Master has important matters and did not come with us."

Mu Yiqing yawned and walked inside, completely ignoring the crowd.

"Mu, thing!" the man in plain clothes shouted.

Mu Yiqing flew out a white porcelain bottle.The man in plain clothes caught it, stuffed it into his arms, then turned and left.

The carriage left after a while, clean and tidy.

Zhao Yihu was still stunned.I don't know who came and what they did.

"What are you looking at, close the door!" Mu Yiqing roared.

Zhao Yihu hurriedly ran to close the door, accidentally kicked his foot on the stone pier, and groaned.

Mu Yiqing scolded, "The one who belongs to the ox." and walked away angrily.

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