Chapter 88 Take one step at a time

Chapter 88 Take one step at a time

After Uncle Jiu finished dealing with Wen Cai Qiu Sheng, Liao Wenjie slowly stepped forward and said kindly: "Uncle Jiu, you can't kill someone like this. You can't kill him anyway, so don't fight. Let's talk about business first."

"Is there anything more important than teaching disciples?"

The more Uncle Jiu thought about it, the angrier he became. It was said that a famous teacher would give birth to a great disciple, and he would teach by words and deeds. If the master is like a master, the apprentice will become like him.

He did not dare to call himself a famous teacher, but he never relaxed in his strict self-discipline.

So the question arises, with such a self-disciplined master as a template, why did the painting style of the next generation go astray, and the two apprentices were joking around all day long but couldn't get it right?

"Uncle Jiu, continuing the previous topic, the crooked man who bewitched you, do you have any guesses about his identity?"

Liao Wenjie asked, adding: "Could it be that Feng Shui master? He arranged the burial of Mr. Ren, and he is the most suspected. He first raised Mr. Ren into a zombie, and then asked Mr. Ren to dig him out twenty years later to take revenge. His whole family is young.”

"I don't think so."

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "That was twenty years ago. Keeping a corpse for such a long time...isn't a crime!"

It is true that revenge does not take overnight, a slap in the face must be timely, and holding one breath for twenty years, what kind of lung capacity is this?

Besides, if I could endure it for twenty years, this hatred would have been diluted by time.

Liao Wenjie nodded. What Uncle Jiu said made sense, but if it wasn't a Feng Shui master, could it be a wild Taoist priest passing by?

"Uncle Jiu, do you have any clues on hand?"

"I'm not a god. How can I know everything?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and continued: "It's not difficult to find clues. There is an old man in Ren's graveyard. I'll take a trip and maybe I can find out a little bit about the truth."

"..."x2

After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he started to glare at Liao Wenjie, and finally they both shook their heads at the same time.

No, it is not a good idea to divide the troops into two groups. Taking Mr. Ren up the mountain together, but lest the other party prepare in advance, end up in the tragedy of falling into a trap.

For the current plan, we can only defend Yizhuang and take one step at a time.

"Uncle Jiu, you are too passive."

"The enemy is hidden and we are exposed, what else can we do?"

Uncle Jiu sighed: "It would be great if my junior brother was still here. He is proficient in the art of cultivating corpses and can definitely see some clues. No matter how bad it is, having more people is an advantage."

He spoke with regrets, knowing very well that there was no such possibility. The enemy still refused to show up, which showed that he was cunning and cautious. Even if he kept his eyes open, the old man would not turn into a zombie.

It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as fate's. Liao Wenjie came back after four eyes, and that person must also have a headache.

"There are so many people..."

Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered in Uncle Jiu's ear. The latter's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.

"Ajie, can you really do it?"

"It won't work in one night. I don't have enough telekinesis. If the enemy stands still and plans to observe for two days before taking action, then it will be no problem."

…

Before nightfall, Uncle Jiu and his literary talent Qiu Sheng finished pasting the last yellow talisman.

There is a Bagua mirror in front of the door, two money swords on the left and right, a red line fishing net array in front, a picture of Yin and Yang in the back, and glutinous rice scattered all over the courtyard.

Under Liao Wenjie's reminder, even the roof was covered with glutinous rice, which was impregnable. Zombies dared to come to the door to stir up fire, and it was safe to see if he came back.

Mr. Ren was injured and went to bed early. The two servants prepared the meal. As soon as Uncle Jiu finished his work, they put the hot rice and dishes on the table.

"Tsk, tsk, the life of a rich person is comfortable. They have clothes to wear, food to eat, and plenty of food to eat. Today I want to live like a young master."

Looking at the seven or eight dishes on the table, Qiu Sheng took a deep breath of the aroma and felt full of happiness.

Apart from being single, he has no regrets.

"Master, are there no bugs in the food this time?" Wencai asked with lingering fear before moving his chopsticks.

"No, I've already checked."

Uncle Jiu picked up a few dishes and served rice to send to the side room. He thought of something and said to Qiu Sheng: "By the time you finish eating, it will be dark. It's not safe to walk at night. Let's sleep in Yizhuang tonight." !”

Uncle Jiu was worried that the thieves were hiding in secret, so he took Qiu Sheng as a hostage. He was justified but Qiu Sheng refused. Qiu Sheng also had his own reasons. His aunt lived alone in the next village, and he was worried. If the thief really wanted to capture the hostage, he would not be able to escape his aunt, and the result would be the same.

Out of filial piety, Uncle Jiu could not refute, so he cast a spell on Qiu Sheng, and before leaving, he asked him to bring a money sword and glutinous rice for self-defense.

Qiu Sheng left on his bicycle. When he passed the Earth Temple two miles outside the town, a beautiful woman in a wedding dress floated out of the dense forest and sat firmly on the back seat.

The lips are decorated with red, and the face is as clean as snow.

She gently leaned on Qiu Sheng's back, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled very sweetly.

His expression is a little stiff, like a paper man hanging in the mourning hall!

…

The next day, Qiu Sheng's aunt came to the door and scolded Uncle Jiu for using his apprentice as a livestock.

Her good nephew, who had not seen him for just one day, was so tired that he was shaking when he walked. If things continued like this, she would have to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

Uncle Jiu was confused by the spray. He was busy setting up the Yizhuang yesterday, but Qiu Sheng had been practicing martial arts for many years and had a solid foundation. There was no reason for him to suddenly fall down due to fatigue.

Besides, the food supply increased sharply yesterday. Everyone ate whatever Mr. Ren ate. Qiu Sheng cooked half the pot of black-bone chicken stew with ginseng alone. When he left, his face was shiny and he kept holding a chicken drumstick in his mouth, which was enough to hold him up until he could no longer walk.

Aunt Qiu Sheng cursed and left. Before leaving, she spat at the door of Yizhuang, indicating that the matter was not over yet and she would come back tomorrow to continue cursing.

Something was fishy. Uncle Jiu thought about it for a moment, then called for servants from the Ren Mansion to carry Qiu Sheng back from the next village in a sedan chair.

"Master, when will Master Ren move out? Can you not leave... Hehe, it's so comfortable to ride in the sedan. I want to be a young master every day."

Qiu Sheng lay lazily on the sedan, speaking feebly. Under the bright sun, he tightened the quilt wrapped around him, looking half-dead.

Uncle Jiu saw that Qiu Sheng had dark circles under his eyes, a yellow face and a green mouth. He was so angry that he was trembling all over. He raised his hand and wanted to give him a hard slap.

Snapped!

Liao Wenjie took Uncle Jiu's arm and said, "What's going on with Qiusheng? Tell me clearly. If the situation is serious, I'll help you fight."

"The brat was fascinated by the romantic ghost. The yin energy entered the body and most of the yang energy was lost. It's really... it's really..."

Uncle Jiu shook his sleeves angrily, hating that iron could not become steel, and could not even utter a complete sentence.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Liao Wenjie took over the second half of the sentence. Qiu Sheng had been practicing martial arts all year round. He was young, strong and energetic, but he was so tired that his legs were wobbly and he couldn't walk. This shows how hard he worked last night.

When Uncle Jiu said this, he had already guessed the specific situation.

What I don't understand is that he was the one with the incense on the grave that day. The female ghost and Qiu Sheng had no chance to meet, so why did she still pester Qiu Sheng?

It was truly love at first sight...

Liao Wenjie touched his chin. There was no reason. He was such a handsome guy. As long as he wasn't blind, he should be the one he fell in love with at first sight.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

"Uncle Ninth, could it be that the evil sect did this? He didn't dare to come to the door directly, so he used some dirty tricks to make you unable to do anything, so as to create opportunities for the zombies?"

"It's definitely possible."

Uncle Jiu calmed down a lot after hearing this, but he was still quite angry with Qiu Sheng. The enemy had set a trap, so he dived in without hesitation. After more than ten years of training, he learned everything in Er Hei's belly.

"Okay, Uncle Jiu, don't be angry. The worst we can do is not go out. We have no loopholes, so the other party will naturally have nothing to do."

Liao Wenjie gave a few words of advice to prevent long nights and nightmares, and asked Uncle Jiu to take Qiu Sheng's aunt to Yizhuang. The reason was to take care of Qiu Sheng.

"Okay, wait until this brat wakes up and see how I deal with him!"

Out of sight and out of mind, Uncle Jiu turned and left, leaving the half-asleep Qiu Sheng alone to sunbathe in the courtyard.

…

Seven or eight hours later, as the sun set, Qiu Sheng stretched himself out of the sedan chair and walked to the dining hall following the scent.

Seeing that the table was full of food and wine, he rubbed his hands and sat next to Wencai: "It's great. I have another delicious meal today. This day is so happy that I feel like a god!"

"Yes, eating and drinking is enough to give you strength. Only when you have strength can you toss hard, don't you think so, Qiu Sheng?"

Liao Wenjie put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Qiu Sheng with a half-smile.

"Brother Jie, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

Qiu Sheng was stunned when he heard this. Then he saw Wen Cai lowering his head and just eating. Uncle Jiu had an old face, and the hand that put down the chopsticks suddenly clenched his claws and then turned into a fist, and he felt withdrawn.

Something is not right. After eating, leave immediately.

"Qiusheng, when you went back to your aunt's house last night, where else did you go on the way?"

"No, I didn't go anywhere..."

Bang!

Uncle Jiu slapped the table: "You still dare to quibble now. I think you are really not afraid of death!"

"Master, how can you tell me such an embarrassing thing...don't ask, I will tell you when the time comes."

Qiu Sheng blushed and hesitated to tell the truth, just like a student who was caught secretly in love by his parents.

"When, what time, do you still want to marry someone else?" Uncle Jiu laughed angrily.

"Of course, I'm not the kind of bad person who refuses to admit his mistakes."

"..."

Liao Wenjie: I was offended!

Qiu Sheng proudly puffed up his chest and faced Uncle Jiu's wide eyes. He was instantly discouraged: "Master, Xiaoyu is very virtuous and a very kind person. It suddenly rained when I went back last night. If she hadn't let me come in to hide from the rain, Maybe I'll catch a cold and get sick."

"Qiusheng, it didn't rain last night..."

Liao Wenjie went straight to the point and pointed out: "There is no water in the town, and there are few surrounding villages. Only the clouds are hanging above your head. Are you a ghost?"

"How is that possible? Brother Jie, please stop talking nonsense."

Qiu Sheng couldn't sit still anymore and took two mouthfuls of rice randomly: "What about that? My aunt is still waiting for me at home. Master, I'll take my leave now."

"You brat is quite filial and you know you have an aunt!"

"That's right, I'm famous for my filial piety. Not to mention there are zombies outside, even if I'm going to kill you, I'm going back to my aunt's house tonight."

"Qiusheng, if it's your aunt, there's no need to rush. Uncle Jiu gave up his room, and your aunt and Miss Ren moved in."

Liao Wenjie said something, raised his eyebrows and said: "How about it, are you still leaving?"

"Ah, my aunt is here too..."

Qiu Sheng had a grimace on his face and stammered: "Master, can I go out and run two laps?"

"Gui Xinqiao, see if I don't beat you to death, you little bastard."

Uncle Jiu suddenly stood up, grabbed Qiu Sheng's collar and was about to beat him.

"Uncle Jiu, listen to my advice. Young people are ignorant. You will understand in the future."

Liao Wenjie acted as a peacemaker and stepped forward to break up the fight. He grabbed Qiusheng, pinned his hands behind his back, and said earnestly: "Whoever hasn't made a mistake when he was young, give him a chance, say what he has to say, and don't slap him in the face. !”

"Brother Jie, why are you hurting me... Oh... Master, you are serious." Qiu Sheng was punched in the chest, and Qiu Sheng blushed and felt thick in pain.

Uncle Jiu punched you twice: "Hmph, it's better for me to beat you to death than for you to be sucked dry by a ghost."

In the dining hall, Liao Wenjie held Qiu Sheng, Jiu Shu shot his bow from left to right, and Wen Cai held the bowl. There was fish and meat and there was a lot of fun, so he felt that he was very satisfied with the meal.

At this moment, there were waves of strange and ethereal calls coming from outside Yizhuang. When Qiu Sheng heard the words, he instantly became crazy and stupid.

"Brother ShengBrother ShengWhy don't you come back"

"I'm here to pick you up"