Master, she devotes herself to practicing magic

Chapter 73 Chapter 0072: It's all my fault
The old man was stuck under the old paulownia tree, the man met his eyes and his heart skipped a beat.

The sound of blowing, playing, playing and singing came from far to near, and the white paper floated all over the ground. When I saw that figure, an emotion I had never felt before climbed up my head.

The black and white coffin swayed past him, and the girl standing at the top was so thin that she would fall down when the wind blows.

"Xiao...Xiaocui..."

The man's voice was rarely choked with sobs, but unfortunately his words were too light to be buried in front of the funeral procession full of gongs and drums.

"What's going on...how could this be..."

His shoulders were shaking, the little monk didn't understand.

But what's so sad about the death of a mortal? Once their monks start to practice, even if they don't have a foundation, they can live for hundreds of years. Even their relatives and clansmen are used to seeing life and death.

"Da Zhuang, don't be too sad, this is fate." The village chief patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. He originally thought that Da Zhuang would not come back after running away, but now it seems that he at least has a little conscience.

"Tell me what happened?"

The man's voice was still hoarse, but he just lowered his head and couldn't see his expression at all.

The little monk stood aside and watched without saying a word.

The village chief sighed, his eyes wandering a bit.

It's their turn to worry about the struggle between the officials and the immortals, and they only talked about the situation of the old doctor's transport.

"He happened to be near the spot where the fire started, and I heard from the yamen clerk that his neck was wiped with a knife..."

The village chief sighed while talking, he is such a good person, sometimes the villagers have no money to buy medicines and he will pay in advance by himself.

"I don't know those people can do it like this."

The man listened quietly, the anxiety in his heart finally had an outlet, his heart was beating violently, and his veins were congested, as if it was about to explode.

fire point...

Knife……

Burn the granary.

The man looked at the figure standing silently behind him, no wonder his every move that day revealed weirdness.

The man stood upright silently, but then staggered two steps and fell to the ground. The dust and clean clothes were immediately dirty.

"Little girl..." the man bit his lip and yelled a few times with difficulty, but the voice could not reach the girl.

The man couldn't remember when he woke up, but after waking up, he was no longer in the familiar small village. He looked around, and the layout was exquisite and gorgeous, showing decent everywhere.

"Brother Qi, are you awake?"

The child changed into the same luxurious clothes, looking indescribably expensive.

"Where is this place?" The man forced himself up.

"This is the town, I finally found a better place to stay."

The child handed him a bowl of meat porridge.

"Brother Qi, you've been in a coma for five days, come and eat."

The man moved his stiff fingers, feeling dizzy inside his head.

Watching the man eat, the little monk's eyes darkened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Immortal, I don't know how we have been serving these few days?" The middle-aged man standing at the door opened his mouth. It is his honor that the immortal can see his house.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The man straightened his upper body with a kind smile on his face.

Hearing the man's reply, they also loosened their tense shoulders, and then looked at the young monk beside him, who gave him a look to signal him to get out.

"Since the immortal is fine, I will retreat first."

The cold air quietly faded away.

"Brother Qi, do you still want to go back?" The child looked at him with watery eyes, which were rare and clear.

It was said that the man's hand holding the spoon trembled a bit.

go back?

How can he go back?Where is the face...

"Qi Ge, the lifespan of a mortal is but a fly in the night for us."

(End of this chapter)