I, C, attend the funeral

This tooth is very healthy and belongs to adult teeth.

It was cleaned very cleanly, and the person laid out in 2903 obviously took good care of their teeth.

When Zihe was lying on the bed sucking the soul energy left on this tooth, he was still thinking, whose tooth is this?

Could it be the master of the previous life?

Could it be his teeth...

[The spring is bright and the rare refreshing weather.

Spring flowers are everywhere on Zixuan Mountain, and the warm wind is blowing.

Zihe, who looked like a teenager, was sitting behind a bush, holding a small knife in his hand, chopping wood one by one, gradually cutting out the shape of a wooden sword.

Hundreds of years ago, there was plenty of aura, and there were not only Zixuanguan Taoist temples in the vicinity of Tanshan City.

In spring, it is often the case that the masters of other Taoist temples take young Taoist priests to other Taoist temples to debate the law.

Zixuanguan advocates Chenyang, and has never brought his eleven apprentices to other Taoist temples for exchanges of Taoism.

But this spring, the master of the Taoist temple in the neighboring city brought his disciples to Zixuan Mountain.

Zhang Chenyang has always been a calm person, he seldom contacts with others, and he rarely even takes his disciples down the mountain.

But if there are former classmates who come to visit, he will never turn them away.

Zihe didn't want to see anyone, and he didn't want to entertain, so he hid and sharpened the wooden sword for Xiaoshi.

When the sound of stepping on the grass came from behind him, he only moved his ears slightly, and he didn't want to talk to those idlers who came to visit and wore a bun, and he was not going to show his face.

But the whispering words of those people came from my ears:

"Have you seen Guanzhu Zhang? I haven't seen such a handsome man before."

"I heard that he has an apprentice who seems to be ranked ninth. He looks very charming and looks better than many women. It's a pity that I haven't seen it..."

"I've heard that too. Among the dozens of apprentices in our master's school, the most powerful one is Guanzhu Zhang. There is also an even more powerful little uncle who succumbed to the demons and went to the evil way. He was found in a village. a little boy.

"That little boy is a genius. You can learn any spells and tricks just by reading it once. The little uncle slaughtered the whole village in that small village, and took the little boy away as his apprentice.

"It is said that Guanzhu Zhang specially found that little uncle who had fallen into evil... I heard that he used his own shoulder fire to take away the little boy. The little boy is this disciple who ranks ninth."

"I remember it was named Zhang Zihe?"

"Yes! Tell me, this Guanzhu Zhang brought more than a dozen disciples on this mountain and never went down. Why?" When this man said this, his tone became a bit more obscene.

"Then how do you know? Soul fire! A person's essence, energy, and spirit are all in it. If a soul fire is missing, it's not just as simple as reducing lifespan. In this way, Zhang Zihe must be brought back. The ones are very good-looking... Hehe... I think Zhang Guanzhu is also very handsome, do you think they are divided..."

"Haha, one master and eleven apprentices spend day and night on this mountain, splitting peaches and breaking sleeves, hahaha... I also want to change to this Zixuan temple, ha—"

The Taoist priest's laughter stopped abruptly, and they saw a young man coming out from behind a thick bush, holding a dagger and an unformed wooden sword in his hand.

I saw the young man's eyes were clear and bright, and his facial features were extremely delicate.

His face was fair, and his black hair was like ink.

At the first glance, I thought he was handsome and good-looking, but after a second look, I found that this young man had a pair of particularly seductive and provocative peach blossom eyes, which were cold and provocative when looking at others.

Those eyes, with thick eyelashes, seemed to have black eyeliner drawn on the upper and lower eyelids, but his pupils were amber in color, making his eyes look hazy, with the tails of his eyes upturned, sparkling and charming.

Both of them were a little dumbfounded, only feeling their hearts beating wildly.

This is the era when "Qingge is in a leaky boat, and drinking is under a burning house", and the masculinity prevails. When two Taoist priests saw Zihe's face, and then slapped Zihe's youthful body, evil thoughts were flying, let alone self.

With a wave of his hand, Zihe threw the dagger and wooden sword aside.

He quickly squeezed a hand formula, and shouted with a "duh", the two Taoist priests took a step back in an instant, both dizzy and dizzy, and their eyes were dizzy.

Before they came back to their senses, Zihe had already jumped up and dived, his fists raised high, and he hammered down hard.

He threw away the dagger, because he didn't want to really kill these two people.

But the fists hit the vital parts of their heads, faces, necks, and he grabbed a Taoist priest's skirt tightly. The protruding finger bones hit the man's nose and mouth full of blood, and he couldn't break free while whimpering.

In just a short while, Zihe hammered the Taoist priest he was holding so that his face was covered in blood.

The skirt of the Taoist priest's light blue Taoist robe was dyed red, and his hands were hanging down weakly, only twitching when he was hit.

The other Taoist finally came back to his senses, he immediately pinched the formula in his hand, Zihe turned his head to see him, narrowed his peach eyes slightly, let go of the half-dead Taoist priest in blue robe, and also pinched the formula——

How can the Taoist priest have Zihe's speed!

Before he finished pinching the formula, the word "duh" came out of Zihe's mouth, and it was another trembling formula.

He took two steps back again, dizzy.

The next moment, Zihe grabbed the man's skirt and hammered down his fists.

He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he just pursed his lips, his face was cold, and his fists were pounding harder and harder.

There was more and more blood, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist, and the strength of the beating became more and more uncontrollable.

When the elder brother rushed over, he was almost frightened to see this scene, and hurried forward to pull Zihe—Xiao Jiu almost beat him to death.

Zihe's eyes turned red, he just felt that someone was pulling him hard, and he punched back hard, hitting the face of the comer—this punch didn't hold back, it was very hard.

The elder brother's eyes were staring from the beating, and the smell of blood was overflowing from his mouth.

He blinked hard twice and shook his head before he came back to his senses, the foreground blurred in front of him.

There was severe pain in the mouth, the tongue hit something, and when he spit it into the palm of his hand, it turned out that a tooth was knocked out by Zihe.

"..." The elder brother stared at the blood-stained teeth in his hand for a long while.

When master Zhang Chenyang was called by Xiaoshi, he saw Zihe riding on a gray-robed Taoist priest, beating the Taoist priest until it was difficult to distinguish his face.

He frowned slightly, and shouted loudly: "Zihe."

However, Zihe had completely lost his mind, and hammered down with his fists without stopping.

Zhang Chenyang rushed to him and wanted to make a Zhenzi formula, but seeing Zihe's thin back because of his long body, he couldn't bear it.

Then he withdrew his hand, rushed forward and grabbed Zihe's arm from behind.

Immediately, he got up, forcibly lifted Zihe up, and pulled him back a few steps.

Zihe still struggled, Zhang Chenyang hugged Zihe tightly, and said in a low voice: "Zihe, Zihe...it's Master, Zihe..."

Zihe panted heavily, struggling to get his feet off the ground.

His eyes were red, his lips were trembling, and his face was bruised and smeared with many blood spots.

His fists and cuffs were also covered in blood, and his arms were stretched wide by Zhang Chenyang.

Over there, the big brother and the little eleven were busy carrying and dragging, and brought the two fainted Taoist priests to the eyes of the ion crane.

Zihe stared at the two people as they left, and his strength in struggling gradually weakened.

Zhang Chenyang pressed Zihe's arm, and made Zihe turn around to face him. He saw that Zihe's eyes were out of focus, his fists were clenched tightly, and his whole body was shaking violently due to depression and restraint.

He sighed, pressed Zihe into his arms, pressed the back of Zihe's head with one hand, and buried Xiaojiu's face on the side of his neck.

He patted Zihe's back with one hand, pressed the back of Zihe's head with the other, stroked Zihe's messy hair one by one, and then gently stroked the back bone of Zihe's head.

"Zihe, Zihe..." Zhang Chenyang sighed and called his name, as if he was summoning his soul, but also seemed helpless and distressed.

Slowly, Zihe's trembling subsided, and his eyes regained focus.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In addition to the smell of blood in his nostrils, there was also the scent of soap from Master's body, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Feeling an inexplicable sense of fear, he murmured hoarsely: "Their mouths were dirty, so I moved my hands. I couldn't control myself...Master..."

Master, don't be angry with me - he couldn't say it.

Zhang Chenyang was not too harsh, he patted Zihe's back again before taking a step back.

Zihe stood in front of Zhang Chenyang somewhat cautiously, with his head down, not daring to look at his master.

Zhang Chenyang beckoned to the big apprentice who was coming from a distance, "Zi Shen, take Xiao Jiu to take a bath and change this clothes."

His voice was still gentle, revealing the calmness of his support even when the sky fell.

Only then did Zihe look up at his master, and saw that the other party didn't blame him, nor did he hate him, but just nodded towards him, so he felt relieved.

……

The eldest brother took Zihe back to the room and asked the little boy to boil water for Zihe to take a bath.

He sat at the table in Zihe's room, stared at Zihe, slapped something on the table, and said angrily, "You knocked out a tooth of mine! How can you pay for it!"

...]

Early the next morning, while eating breakfast, Zihe took a special look at Li Juanshen's teeth.

After making sure that this guy didn't have a missing tooth, he was relieved——

From the looks of it, even if he lost his teeth in his previous life, he will not carry this defect in his reincarnation in this life.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zihe breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise...he would really owe Li Juanshen a lot of karmic debts.

"?" Li Juanshen held the documents that had just been sent over, and while flipping through the information about the newly involved 'big man' Yi Feng, he raised his head and cast a puzzled look at Zihe.

What's okay?