Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

() Hearing Ximen Qing say that he was blind, Lao Qin laughed: "Young people, please don't talk wildly, the little old man is going to be [-] this year, and he has never missed his eyes."

In the middle of the old Qin's words, Ximen Qing took off a suet jade pendant from his waist, held it in his right hand, and pinched a magic formula with his left hand!

The jade pendant suddenly lit up, suppressing the rising sun for a moment, and it illuminated the table full of people with white hair and beards, and Old Qin's face was even more pale

"ri!" Some villager stuttered out the word, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words.

"sun!"

Someone immediately retorted: "Nonsense, the sun is clearly in the sky, how could it set?"

Looking at the surprised old Qintou, Ximen Qing was very satisfied. He had obviously grown a lot during this period of time.

From a brightness of only a few tens of watts at the beginning to the current level, although it cannot last for too long, it is enough to shock the world.

Immediately, Ximen Qing felt that his mind was losing his mind at an accelerated rate, so when he pinched the formula, the light of Lei Gongshi gradually dimmed, and under the attention of everyone, it returned to an ordinary suet jade pendant.

"immortal!"

"Only gods have this kind of means!"

If it wasn't for the actions of the nervous villagers, those porters would have stood up and knelt down to worship the living god in front of them.

"Old man, what do you say?"

Ximen Qing accepted the formula, and looked at Old Qin with some complacency.

To his surprise, Lao Qin didn't pay homage, but turned his face hard and ordered loudly: "Strike the gong! Call everyone, don't let this monster get away!"

A villager conjured up a small gong out of nowhere, and began to beat it vigorously.

"boom blah blah"

"Come here, don't go the way of the demon!"

"Bring tiankui blood!"

After a short while, there were no longer 58 people gathered, but hundreds of people.

And there are more and more people.

No need to look, the entire yard has been fenced off.

The men had sharp knives and whistle sticks in their hands, and there were a few simple knives in the crowd; Sun Erniang even saw some village women with rolling pins in their hands and joined in.

Unexpectedly, the display of spells would cause such a big reaction, Ximen Qing frowned slightly. <It's hard to guarantee.

Tiankui blood is a dirty thing that is said to deal with sorcery. What does old Qintou think of himself?

Not only that, when the big rooster and the black dog also entered the arena, and a few sharp knives were set up, Ximen Qing finally couldn't help but asked, "Can you wait?"

"Impossible!" Old Qintou waved his hand resolutely, and the heads of chickens and dogs fell to the ground, and the incomparably fresh rooster blood and black dog blood flowed into the wooden basin that had been prepared long ago.

It seems that there will be chicken and dog meat eaten in a while.

"Speak!" Old Qin patted the table: "What's the relationship between you and Lin Lingsu's monster? Why did you come to our Qin Family Village!"

Seeing the extremely nervous old Qintou mention the seemingly familiar name Lin Lingsu, Ximen Qing suddenly remembered something.

Song Huizong likes such mysterious things the most, and Lin Lingsu is best at the art of demons and illusions. Song Huizong seems to have given the title "Mr. Tongzhen Daling", and he really regards Lin Lingsu as a fairy characters.

Of course, when this name was mentioned by Yunlong Gongsun Sheng, he was contemptuously called "Daoist scum"!

But how did a person like Old Qintou know about Lin Lingsu and call him a demon?

Moreover, from the tone of old Qintou, he and Lin Lingsu still had great grudges, and Ximen Qing became the main object of suspicion.

Seeing the villagers who were about to use Tiankui blood, rooster blood, and black dog blood against him, Ximen Qing looked up to the sky and laughed: "Old man, who is Lin Lingsu? What sect is he? Come on, the old man should have heard of the name of Master Luo, right?"

"What, Master Luo!" The name obviously attracted the attention of Old Qin: "Really Luo, I have heard of it."

"You said you learned it from Erxian Mountain, do you have proof?"

This question made Ximenqing a little embarrassed. Although he had learned some "Tiangang Wulei rectification methods", they were all quick-fix methods. How could he demonstrate them face-to-face to dispel old Qin's worries?

If he patted Old Qin on the shoulder and transmitted some lightning force from the Thunder God Stone, the 80-year-old man would have a cardiac arrest and belch immediately.

Fortunately, there are still a few armored horses beside Ximen Qing, which were drawn by either Gongsun Sheng or Fan Rui himself. I hope Old Qintou can recognize them.

Seeing Ximen Qing take out the armored horse from his bosom, old Qintou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is a door."

Ximen Qing gently put the armored horse on the table: "The old man is well-informed, can you recognize this thing?"

Old Qin regained his composure, picked it up and looked at it carefully: "God works! I haven't seen such a rare thing in decades."

"Old ancestor, here" the villagers next to him respectfully waited for the order from Old Qin.

Old Qin put down his armored horse, waved his hand lightly and said, "Everyone has withdrawn, so what should we do?"

The surrounding villagers all looked happy. After all, Ximen Qing and the others seemed difficult to deal with, especially Wu Song.

Old Qintou looked at the armored horse again, and handed it back to Ximen Qing: "Young man, come with me, some things are not easy to say in person."

Seeing that they couldn't make a fuss, the surrounding villagers scattered.

Ximen Qing signaled Wu Song, Sun Erniang and others to wait here with peace of mind, and followed Lao Qintou to the house.

Old Qin went to close the door himself, then dropped his crutches and sat down, said with a smile: "Little old man has been in this Qin family village for decades, and there are quite a few merchants passing by, but you are unique. It's hard to talk, but this time you can talk about it, why do you have to drive all night? The car is full of wine? It's really rare to have a magic spell at such a young age, and where did the armored horse come from?"

Seeing that Lao Qin asked several questions in one breath, Ximen Qing didn't need to hide it, and immediately told about what happened to Happy Forest yesterday.

Old Qintou nodded and said: "You can be regarded as clever, and you drove all night. This is already the boundary of Huaizhou, and it will be too late even if there are pursuers from Mengzhou. The little old man gave up drinking decades ago. Otherwise, I really want to taste your Jingyang Chun, what is the difference?"

"Old man, I think your Qin family village is not just an ordinary village?" Ximen Qing thought for a while and said, "Old man, you also know Sun Erniang's father, and you can tell the inheritance from my second brother's way of holding a knife. Not to mention that a Jiama who knows the divine method must be a hero when he is young!"

Old Qintou was overjoyed when he heard that, and was very pleased with Ximen Qing's flattery: "That's natural. It's been decades. There were not many families in this village, and it was only after I took root here that the number of people gradually increased. "

"To be honest, if you rushed into the village a few decades ago, I'm afraid none of you would be able to get away." Old Qintou looked at Ximen Qing, as if recalling the past years: "After decades, you will all die I'm just a bad old man standing on my feet."

Old Qintou said with a wry smile, "Maybe one day he won't be able to get up again."

"But the little old man still has something on his mind. I happened to meet today. Could it be that there is some arrangement somewhere. Why don't I entrust it to you."

"What's the matter with the old man, but it's okay to talk about it." Ximen Qing became interested. This old Qintou was obviously a powerful figure when he was young. I don't know what's on his mind when he is old?

"This matter should have been handled by the little old man himself, but his legs and feet have been disabled for ten years, and he is lazy." Old Qin's eyes drifted, looking at the dust flying in the beam of light cast from the window: "Where do you start?" okay"

Ximenqing felt a little regretful about agreeing just now. This old Qintou is 80 years old. Who knows where to start and when to end?

Old people like to chatter when they are old, and they like to talk about all kinds of proud things they did when they were young.

Fortunately, that old Qin paused, and instead of talking about his glorious deeds decades ago, he directly cut to the point.

"It was more than 20 years ago that someone in the village picked up an abandoned baby from the outside and brought him back." Old Qin head squinted his eyes and said, "It was the little old man who made the decision to take him in and raised him. He was smart when he was five or six years old Come on, no matter what you teach, you can learn it immediately.”

"Everyone in the village likes him, but the little old man is good at teaching boxing and kicking, and his reading and writing skills are just staring at him. So when he was seven years old, the little old man went to Bianliang, Tokyo, and entrusted this child to a man who brother upbringing."

"It's been almost 20 years now. The little old man didn't have any demands. He just wanted to see what the child looks like before the end of the day. If he is promising or not. If you want, why not come back to Qin's Village and see the little old man when he dies?" .”

Ximen Qing remembered that he just passed by a corner of the yard, but there was a coffin, which must have been prepared long ago.

"Old man, hasn't that child come back to see you?" Ximen Qing couldn't help asking.

Old Qintou opened his toothless mouth and said with a chuckle: "He has his own future, what are you looking forward to when he comes back? I reckon that your wine is going to be sold in Bianliang, Tokyo, so I beg you with a thick face Help me with a message."

"The old man made a good guess." Ximen Qing nodded and said, "I don't know where to find this person when I arrived in Bianliang, Tokyo? Where is the old man's brother?"

Speaking of this, Old Qin smiled a little embarrassedly: "Ah, look at the old man, who has lost an important thing."

Immediately afterwards, Old Qin leaned on his crutches and stood up, went to the side cabinet to rummage through, and when he came back, he had an extra item in his hand, which was wrapped several times in cloth.

Seeing Lao Qin's fingers trembling and unfolding one layer after another, Ximen Qing simply took the initiative to help.

"The place where my brother stays is very easy to find, but it's not easy to get in." Old Qintou finally unfolded the last layer, holding the thing lightly in the palm of his hand: "But with this thing, you can go in. This thing is in the The little old man has been here for decades, and it is useless, so you can pay the little old man by the way."

As he said that, Old Qin spread his hands, stretched out to Ximen Qing's eyes and said, "That place is called Huangcheng Division, just ask anyone and you will know the place."

What was displayed in front of Ximen Qing was a waist badge.

Although the pattern is different, Ximen Qing can still recognize it at a glance. This waist card must be from the Imperial City Division.

"That child's name is Qin Feng." Old Qin looked very happy: "I gave this name, let him not forget that it was picked up by Da Fengtian. What do you think?"

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter 190 Five Children Brought by the Wind:

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