The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 44 The Millennium Willow
The apprenticeship is over.

Uncle Jiu was so happy that he had a dinner and didn't leave until midnight.

It can be seen that Gu Nianhua is also happy. It is a blessing that someone is covering her so that she does not live on the streets.

It was Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai who were not very happy. In just one night, they could feel that their status had plummeted.

Uncle Jiu also said that whoever dares to bully the little girl will be killed by chopping melons and vegetables, and he is very protective of the calf.

But right now, these things are just floating clouds.

According to Xu Ping's conjecture.

The source of the corpse was in Wanliu Town, so no matter what, it would definitely be a disaster.

There is only one thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to be a thief.

If you spoil other people's affairs, you must be hated. Rather than worrying about it, you should attack constantly.

Even killing people, anyway, it doesn't look like a good person who can do such a thing.

Xu Ping shared his thoughts, which was highly affirmed by Uncle Jiu.

After making an appointment to leave early tomorrow morning, he hurried back to the coffin shop.

He was still thinking about that piece of rotten wood.

If you didn't miss it, you should be able to say: You may not lose money, but I will definitely make money.

Back at the coffin shop, Xu Ping went straight to the room and took out the piece of charred willow.

Study carefully.

The piece of ash wood in front of me has carbonized and cracked surface, and the center is burnt black, while the edge is a faint blood red.

This……

The family was in the coffin business, and Xu Ping knew a little bit about all kinds of wood from childhood.

Generally, this happens only when lightning strikes.

Because of the difference in temperature of the lightning strike, different colors will be brought about. Only when the fury of thunder runs through the trunk and reaches the heartwood in the center can such colors be produced.

And the one in front of him obviously belongs to the heartwood.

If Xu Ping guessed correctly, there should be a network of scorched grains inside the wood.

But the piece of wood in front of him is different from ordinary lightning strike wood, and it exudes a faint stench invisibly.

"If it's carved into ornaments or pendants, people must not be smoked to death." Xu Ping pondered for a moment, thinking in his heart that it might also be the reason why Zhao's firm sold it at a low price.

Moreover, it is said that the price is low, but in fact, it is considered high.

What a chicken thief.

However, is he a second-queer local tyrant? He doesn't think so.

Xu Ping performed the Wangwang Qi Technique again...

Wisps of breath floated in front of his eyes, presenting three colors respectively, circling around the lightning strike wood.

Blue, the remnants of thunder and lightning.

Cyan means it is an excellent wood.

Pale white, aura.

The essence of the sun and the moon is the spirit, and everything has a spirit.

On a piece of dead wood, even if there is spiritual energy, it will not condense into energy.

Why in the end...

Xu Ping played with the lightning strike wood in his hand, and studied it carefully for a while, but still couldn't find it.

Just as he was about to put it aside for the time being, when the stench filled the air, an idea flashed in his mind, and he leaned over to smell it, his eyes lit up.

The smell doesn't seem to be from the wood itself.

Xu Ping took a closer look, the scorched black on the outside and the wood on the inside merged into one.

He sniffed it lightly, and sure enough, he found that the blood-red edge of the wood did not have any peculiar smell.

The smell comes from the charred place.

And it is here that the aura gathers into threads.

Hope Qi Art, fully open!

True Qi circulated in the body at high speed, condensing his eyes.

Xu Ping's eyes were sore for a while, and their brilliance lit up, dangling like little tadpoles.

"This is... the demon pill!"

A thunder flashed in Xu Ping's mind...

wilderness forest.

The thousand-year-old willow tree has practiced the Tao, and it is about to turn into a human form.

But at this moment, a spring thunder blasted the night sky and bombarded the ground. The demon core that had just condensed was instantly shattered, emitting a scorched stench, wrapping the heartwood in the tree trunk.

When Xu Ping came back to his senses, he was astonished and smiled exceptionally brightly.

Thousand-year-old willows are rare, not to mention, they are still successful in cultivation and contain a trace of aura.

And covered with demon pills, carved into a wooden sword, how powerful it is.

Now, I must have made money, and Boss Zhao has lost money.

Just do it.

Picking up the carving knife, Xu Ping began to work.

When the sawdust was flying, the thousand-year-old willow in his hand already looked like a sword embryo.

Finally, after half an hour, the brand new Willow Sword appeared before his eyes.

As for those sawdust, they couldn't be wasted, and he threw them into the Gu raising tank.

Normally, you spend money with arrogance, and you have to plan carefully for things like cultivation.

……

The rooster sings white, and the smoke curls up.

Xu Ping locked the shop door, rented a carriage, and drove to the entrance of the town.

He didn't bring paper figurines, the main thing is that it's in broad daylight, and it's easy to scare children.

However, in the package he was carrying, there was a stack of paper figurines the size of a palm, the copper coin sword given by Uncle Jiu, and a wooden sword about half a foot long.

The wooden sword was carved from wood struck by lightning for thousands of years, and it is more than a hundred times stronger than the copper coin sword presented by Uncle Jiu.

As for the stack of little paper figurines, although they couldn't spontaneously combust and attack, they were short and strong, and they had a lot of strength, swinging their arms like knives.

In addition, he also put on a beautiful face, in case it is useful.

When they came to the mouth of the town, they saw two figures.

Uncle Jiu and Gu Nianhua.

Uncle Nine was still the same, with gray clothes and cloth shoes, and a plain suit.

However, there was an apricot-yellow corner in the package, obviously it was with the shirt.

And Gu Nianhua didn't want to be a beggar, so she regained her daughter's body, with two braids hanging down her shoulders, wearing a set of blue linen clothes, and embroidered shoes on her feet.

This dress looks like Uncle Jiu's.

Well, the master and apprentice are about the same height.

Qianqian lady, graceful and colorful, with a smile like a flower, she doesn't look like a dirty beggar.

With this figure, it should be okay to wear a cheongsam.

Xu Ping admired it twice, and drove the carriage forward, "Uncle Jiu, why didn't Qiu Shengwen come?"

Uncle Jiu jumped into the carriage first, and said, "I'll let them look after the house, the Yizhuang can't be left alone."

Gu Nianhua stood beside her, giggling and said: "The two senior brothers are very upset, saying that Master has new disciples and forgets old disciples."

She laughed, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and she looked a little excited.

Uncle Jiu said with a calm face, "Let Xiao Hua see the world ahead of time and get familiar with the business."

At the same time, he was also thinking in his heart.

The two bastards became more and more disobedient, and they had to give Xiaohua a beating before taking the time to wait for Xiao Hua to leave.

Apprentice, when you are disobedient, just give him a good beating.

Uncle Jiu is an old straight man, as soon as he gets in the carriage, he starts counting the treasures in the package, forgetting about his little apprentice.

Xu Ping sat on the carriage, looked at her, and yawned, "Sit up?"

Gu Nianhua was taken aback for a moment, her face flushed, "I can't go up."

"Give me your hand."

"Oh……"

Xu Ping pulled her up, and Gu Nianhua's feet flew into the air for a while, and she finally stepped firmly on the carriage.

As soon as she got into the carriage, Gu Nianhua let go of her little hands and sat opposite Uncle Jiu, Xia Fei Hongyun, her heart thumping.

I thought to myself, is he... interested in me?
I don't know why Uncle Jiu brought her here. Could it be that he wanted to show off Maoshan Taoism, lest she run away in Yizhuang facing two incomprehensible seniors and a pile of coffin corpses?

Aware of Uncle Jiu's good intentions, Xu Ping was quite helpless, and with a flick of the reins, he set up the carriage and rushed to Wanliu Town.

……

Wanliu Town is more than 20 kilometers away from Renjia Town, and it is a relatively small town.

Among the several nearby towns, Renjia Town is the largest, and the road repair is considered flat.

In less than an hour, a small town appeared ahead, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased.

Although the world is not very peaceful, but in such a small place, they are still happy and at ease.

The pedestrians who come and go are also talking and laughing.

After leaving the carriage at the inn, Xu Ping and his party went directly to Nanqiao Mountain outside the town.

Aunt Liu's grave is there.

(End of this chapter)