The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 54 Spring Day
The uninvited guest was tall and tall, and the clothes on his body only covered his crotch, revealing his dark skin.

He looks very strong, with muscles all over his body, and on a big head, there are two big eyes like copper bells.A bloody mouth was drawn almost to the sides of the two cheeks.

He got up from the ground, held a harpoon in his hand, stared at a pair of bull's eyes, and said angrily:

"I am the local river god, who dares to stop me?"

There was silence all around.

No one answered him.

Seeing this, the God of the River glanced to both sides, and then, his eyes noticed the gate of the courtyard.

On the two wooden doors, there are a pair of door gods.

The God of the River noticed this abnormality, and immediately walked over to the door, looked suspiciously at the door god patterns on the two wooden doors, and said in surprise, "Is there still a door god around these days?"

Shen Tuyu Lei ignored him.

When the river god saw this, he couldn't help being furious. He raised the harpoon in his hand and shouted, "Hey, I'm the local river god. I want to go into this yard to settle accounts with kid Lu Qian. What kind of gods are you?"

Shen Tu Yu Lei, still ignored him.

"Hey, isn't this a door god, but a painting?"

The God of the River snorted, and said displeasedly: "It's his grandma, how dare he fool me."

After finishing speaking, He was actually heading towards the door, barging directly, as if he wanted to enter through the main entrance.

Right at this moment-

A big hand suddenly stretched out from the wooden door, grabbed the river god, and squeezed it hard.

With a "poof", the huge body of the River God was pinched and exploded without even making a scream.

The big hand opened, leaving only a wisp of ashes in the palm, which flew away with the wind and disappeared.

Then, the big hand retracted again.

Everything was back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

In the world, there is only one less insignificant little god missing.

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Perhaps it was due to the existence of Yu Lei Shentu that Lu Qian slept soundly this time.

He hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but in the haze, he suddenly felt a mass of soft cold squeezed into his arms.

Ok?
Lu Qian woke up suddenly, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw that Zuo Qiuling took off his clothes at some point and got into his bed.

And almost at the same time, a cold little hand had already held him.

Seeing that Lu Qian had been woken up successfully, Zuo Qiuling had a shy look on her face, she couldn't help but lower her head, and buried her little head in Lu Qian's arms.

This time, Lu Qian woke up completely.

"hiss--"

Feeling the coldness of that ring, Lu Qian couldn't help but tremble.

"Msg...sanggong, we...we don't seem to have done... what a husband and wife should do..."

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The thatched cottage is newly opened, and the spring sleep day is late.

The next day, Lu Qian fell asleep and slept until the sun was high before waking up.

He touched it casually, but the beauty in his arms was gone.

Lu Qian lifted the quilt, and in the quilt, there was only a paper bride who was almost as tall as her.

Looking at this thin piece of paper, lying on the mattress, Lu Qian couldn't help being a little dazed.

After a while, he sighed softly, put Zuo Qiuling away, got up and got out of bed.

On the ground, there is a square field, which has been barren.

Seven small paper figurines lay neatly on the wheat field, lined up in a row.

Beside Fang Tian, ​​there are a lot of things.

A big bag of flour weighs dozens of catties.

In addition, there are all kinds of vegetables piled up on the ground, which are fully placed in a corner of the room.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Lu Qian's mouth couldn't help evoking a smile.

This evening, it seems that the harvest is not bad.

This Zuo Qiuling is still very capable.

Lu Qian scanned Zuo Qiuling's results last night and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he squatted down, ready to put away Fang Tian.

Ghosts cannot appear during the day, they can only wait until night to work.

However, when Lu Qian's fingertips just touched the edge of Fang Tian, ​​he was taken aback suddenly and stopped his movements.

His gaze was on the seven little paper figurines of servants lying neatly on the wheat field.

Lu Qian suddenly discovered that he lost the spiritual connection with these seven little paper figurines.

And those seven little paper figurines looked like ordinary paper-cuts, without any spirituality.

Lu Qian was a little surprised. He picked up a small paper figurine and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, he understood.

The seven little paper figurines of servants are all "dead"!

Lu Qian's eyes turned to those fruitful battle results beyond Fangtian.

It dawned on him.

These seven little paper figurines must have been working non-stop all night, and they were all exhausted, right?
"Left—Qiu—Ling—"

Lu Qian almost yelled these three words through his teeth.

It is true that the streets are full of ghosts.

However, consumables can't be consumed like this, right?

It's no wonder that this little girl sneaked into her bed at around midnight last night, as docile as a kitten.

It turned out to be an accident!

Lu Qian put his hand on his forehead, feeling a little headache.

Why would he entrust this job to such an unreliable person?

It seems that he not only needs to go out to find seeds and seedlings of medicinal materials during the day, but also has to go out to hunt ghosts at night.

Forget it, seven ghosts.

Lu Qian decided to catch more tonight so that they could take turns.

It would be great if there was a small paper cow. The work of plowing the fields is indeed a bit laborious.

Unfortunately not.

Lu Qian put Fang Tian away and went to prepare breakfast.

As for the seven dead little paper figurines, they had already been turned into waste paper and thrown directly into the stove.

Another new day.

After breakfast, Lu Qian first cut fifteen small paper figurines of servants, plus the one he had left, there were sixteen.

A group of eight people is enough to plow this field.

At this time, Lu Qian suddenly reacted.

Seven people work a field for one night, even if they are weak ghosts, they won't all die of exhaustion, right?

What did Zuo Qiuling do last night?
Tonight, we have to have a good trial.

Then, Lu Qian still cut five pieces of whitebait.

Since the whitebait is useful to Zuo Qiuling, Lu Qian would not hesitate to feed this little greedy cat.

Well, by the way, you can eat one yourself.

Lu Qian guessed that with the increase in mental power level, maybe the whitebait cut out is different from before.

After finishing all this, Lu Qian came to the courtyard and began to practice boxing.

After finishing the routine homework, it is almost the end of the day.

Lu Qian rinsed it briefly, then found a pen and paper, and wrote a few lists of medicinal materials.

This list of medicinal materials came from Zuo Qiuling, some of them were taken, and some were taken in medicinal baths, and they were all very beneficial for physical exercise.

Lu Qian didn't write all the medicinal materials on one piece of paper, but shuffled them up and divided them into three sheets.In this way, even if the prescription is given to others, others will not be able to see what he is trying to do.

There is no pharmacy in Wangjiaying, and the nearest pharmacy is also in the county seat.

However, there is a doctor in the village, and his family has a medicinal field, which has been growing medicinal materials for many years. From him, Lu Qian may be able to find what his family needs.

In addition to the doctor, there are many herbal pickers in the village, and they may know where some medicinal materials are distributed.It's a pity that Lu Qian didn't know who was good at collecting herbs in the village, so he had to ask the doctor first.

After packing up his things, Lu Qian went out.

At this time, most people are working in the fields outside the village, and there are few people on the street.

Of course, this is also the reason why Lu Qian chose to go out at this time.

The doctor in Wangjiaying is from this village, and his surname is also Wang.

Lu Qian still knew where he lived.

(End of this chapter)