Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

To fight or not to fight!

Meng Duanyou's face looked like a color palette, green for a while and white for a while.

Twelve years, enemies, daughters, ghosts, reincarnation...

At this moment, Meng Duanyou thought a lot, and the nerves in his brain also tightened bit by bit.

After twelve years of running around, it has finally come to this day. As long as Zhao Chugong dies, his daughter will be able to eliminate her grievances and reincarnate. How can she fail.

beat!

Meng Duanyou touched the copper gourd around his waist, and his tight nerves suddenly broke.

"watch out-"

He yelled, grabbed a clay pot beside him, and threw it into the air.

Song Fengchen's conditioned reflex generally protects Boss Zhao from anxiously backing away.

Immediately afterwards, the clay pot that flew into the air suddenly exploded, and gray-black dust spread across the sky.

Meng Duanyou pinches the tactics with his left hand, holds the talisman in his right, and shouts: "The spiritual official curse, the spiritual official method, the spiritual official makes the mountain pressure, and the mountain is too heavy to squeeze. I will lift the weight of the method for you. Law order!"

Before he could finish his words, Meng Duanyou waved his right hand, and the two seals came out. Wherever he went, the flames were everywhere, the dust in the air was ignited, and the violent sound was endless.

"Cough cough cough!" Song Fengchen waved away the pungent smell in front of him, and when he fixed his eyes to look again, the gray smoke disappeared and his vision was clear, but the room was no different from before.

Song Fengchen frowned.

Until Boss Zhao's dull voice came from behind: "Brother Song, save me..."

Song Fengchen turned his head abruptly, only to see Boss Zhao lying on the ground, as if being severely suppressed by something, his limbs twisted and his breath was out of breath.

Reminiscent of the mantra chanted by Meng Duanyou just now, Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to rescue Boss Zhao.

But I didn't want to. At the next moment, the sound of breaking through the air whistled, and a copper coin sword was horizontally in front of Song Fengchen.

"If you want to save him, get past me first—" Meng Duanyou flipped his wrist, and the copper coin sword slashed straight towards Song Fengchen's front door.

In a hurry, Song Fengchen raised the peach wood sword in his hand to move forward.

With a clang, the gold and stone collided violently, and the trembling Song Fengchen flew out directly.

"Hoo—" After finally stabilizing his figure, Song Fengchen shook his dizzy head and looked up at Meng Duanyou who was standing not far away with a sword, his face solemn.

It was the first time to recruit him with a soul state and a person, and some discomfort was inevitable, but the strength of Meng Duanyou should not be underestimated. How can we be good about today's affairs?

Song Fengchen was upset.

Meng Duanyou said, "Zhao Chugong, I am staying today, and I don't want to be an enemy of you. I advise you not to drip this muddy water again."

Song Fengchen looked at Boss Zhao, who was wailing in pain beside Meng Duanyou and his body became more and more distorted, his heart stunned.

As everyone knows, mortal life is not exhausted but the soul is separated, the life chance of the body slowly dissipates within an hour. In other words, if the soul cannot return to the body within an hour, even the great Luo Jinxian will not be able to save him.

Therefore, Meng Duanyou’s purpose is very clear. It is to hold Song Fengchen and wait until Boss Zhao’s soul body is completely crushed. Even if Song Fengchen rescues him by then, it is impossible to get his soul weight in just an hour. Newly pieced together the human form.

In this way, Boss Zhao will undoubtedly die.

Song Fengchen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Then it's up to you."

After he finished speaking, the peach wood sword in his hand crossed and rushed up.

Clang clang clang—

After more than a dozen moves, Song Fengchen will draw a tie with Meng Duanyou relying on his physical strength.

It's just that compared to Song Fengchen's more and more courageous battle, Meng Duanyou is more and more powerless, just biting his teeth and persevering.

Boss Zhao has been tortured by the pain and is about to be numb. His eyes are in a trance, looking at the two figures of you and me in the air, only feeling dazzled.

He pulled his throat, angrily: "Song, brother Song..."

Song Fengchen was distracted when he heard the sound, Meng Duanyou waited for the opportunity to pick up the peach wood sword in his hand. Song Fengchen reacted, not entangled with him, bent his legs, and hurried back.

Looking back at Boss Zhao whose soul body was getting bleak, Song Fengchen's breath tightened.

Can't fight him anymore.

Song Fengchen was anxious, suddenly a flash of inspiration.

He shouted to Meng Duanyou who was about to rush up with his sword, "Stop—"

"What?" Meng Duanyou shook his foot and hid his trembling right hand behind him, his face was not visible, but he was relieved in his heart.

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "No one can please anymore. Since you and I are not willing to let it go, it's better to discuss it carefully and find a compromise."

Meng Duanyou looked wary: "What do you mean?"

Song Fengchen's brain was running fast, and he asked: "Listen to what you just said, Boss Zhao is the last person you want to retaliate against?"

"Yes." Meng Duanyou frowned.

Song Fengchen organized the language: "In other words, as soon as Boss Zhao dies, your daughter can be reincarnated and reborn."

"Yes." Meng Duanyou said in a deep voice.

Song Fengchen asked again: "You only have one daughter?"

Meng Duanyou nodded.

Song Fengchen had a bottom in his heart: "Then have you considered letting your daughter be reborn a few years later."

"What is your idea?" Meng Duanyou's clenched brows loosened a little.

Song Fengchen turned to look at Boss Zhao: "I remember Boss Zhao, you seem to mention that your wife died of illness several years ago?"

Boss Zhao nodded in a daze.

"You have a son who just went to elementary school."

Thinking of his son, Boss Zhao managed to cheer up and replied, "Yes."

Meng Duanyou vaguely understood what Song Fengchen meant, his face was pale.

Sure enough, I heard Song Fengchen say: "I don't know if your friend is interested in letting Boss Zhao join your family. It just so happens that your daughter was his child bride-in-law back then."

Boss Zhao awakened completely, his eyes widened, and he looked at Song Fengchen in disbelief.

"No." Meng Duanyou exclaimed, "If it weren't for him, my daughter wouldn't have fallen into such a field..."

Song Fengchen complied with the kindness: "Then change one, let Boss Zhao adopt his son to your daughter, be your grandson, inherit your family's incense, and give you and your daughter a cup of spirits in the future, and you will also end his family's seed. "

Meng Duanyou choked.

Song Fengchen made persistent efforts: "He killed you without a daughter back then, and now you have to leave his son. It's a good deal."

Meng Duanyou has a complicated expression.

Song Fengchen continued: "What's more, when Boss Zhao dies, your daughter will go to Huangquan immediately. You just said that you have been running around for twelve years in order to avenge your daughter. Now Boss Zhao is right in front of you, and revenge is at your fingertips. Don't you want your daughter to accompany you more at this time?"

Meng Duanyou subconsciously touched the copper gourd on his waist, his palms warmed.

For a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly looked at Song Fengchen with a torch-like gaze: "But don't be your slow strategy. If I let you go now, what if you turn around to deal with me again?"

Song Fengchen immediately said: "I, Song Fengchen, swear here, if fellow Taoists promised this method, Zhao Chugong will be safe and sound, and I will not intervene in this matter from now on.

"Good." Meng Duanyou replied in a deep voice and turned to look at Boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao couldn't move, grinning, with a complex expression.

Song Fengchen also looked at him, and only said on his face: Do you dare to refuse?

Boss Zhao wanted to cry without tears, gritted his teeth and nodded.

…

"Five cents and two per jin, it can't be cheaper anymore. You can buy it if you want, and you don't want to buy it." The guy looked desperate, and he didn't expect that the middle-aged woman was such a savvy item, telling him for a few cents. The price of a full ten minutes.

The middle-aged woman cleared her dry throat and was satisfied: "Is that right? If you let go earlier, do I need to tell you so much..."

Now the guy just wanted to send her away quickly to prevent him from discovering anything. Seeing her chattering again, he interrupted her directly: "How much do you want, I'll tell you."

The middle-aged woman said immediately: "Just give me three catties."

Handing the weighed rice to the middle-aged woman, waiting for the other party to pay the money, holding the things and stepping out the threshold, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't want to raise his head, seeing the middle-aged woman lying on the deck chair towards the yard Boss Zhao and the two walked over.

He raised a heart to his throat and chased him out in a mess...

The middle-aged woman was still happy that she had taken a small advantage. When she went out to see Boss Zhao and the two, she suddenly felt a little strange. She had been in for so long, why the two of them still kept the same posture just now, motionless.

Driven by curiosity, she walked over and saw Boss Zhao's pale face.

The middle-aged woman was startled, and followed her gaze on Boss Zhao’s blood-stained shoes. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she thought of the flustered look of the fellow just now...

She swallowed, stretched out **** tremblingly, and put them under Boss Zhao's nose.

Not breathing—

Listening to the rapid footsteps coming from behind, the middle-aged woman was frightened and her face was ashamed. There was only one sentence left in her mind: It's over, she will be killed.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged woman lowered her head in a daze, facing the suspicious eyes of boss Zhao.

The middle-aged woman was stunned and stammered: "You, are you not dead?"

Boss Zhao's face was blue and white, so lively.

The middle-aged woman had lingering fears. She patted her chest and rolled her eyes: "You almost scared me to death, you know?"

As soon as she turned her head, the buddy slumped on the ground with a plop, his face more uglier than hers.

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The middle-aged woman shook her head, hugged something and left.

Song Fengchen is also going home.

Boss Zhao dragged his weak legs to send him off.

Song Fengchen said helplessly, "I can't help it when things become like this."

Boss Zhao looked slumped: "I know, if it weren't for you, Brother Song, I might have confessed my fate today. My son...Isn’t it mine if my son passed away? I understand. ."

Seeing that he could see this, Song Fengchen nodded, thought about it, and then said: "Actually, you can think the same way. Then Meng Duanyou is a bit capable. Your son will never suffer a loss if he follows him. The big deal is waiting for him to marry and have children in the future. , Just take another child to you... In short, you can figure it out by yourself!"

In this way, I still don’t know who is taking advantage of it!

Boss Zhao's eyes lit up.

The author has something to say:

This ending is not good or bad, but it is still appropriate!