Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Song Fengchen originally wanted to take the opportunity to persuade He Duanfeng to let it go, but didn't want He Duanfeng to hear the words seventy lives. He instantly hit a spirit and recovered from the confusion.

His face was blue and white, and for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he opened his mouth with a decisive expression: "What the Daoist said is not unreasonable, but it can't convince me. I only recognize the result. Ask me four questions, then I also ask fellow daoists two questions. If it weren’t for Zhou Lan, would the seven members of the Xing family starve to death? If the Xing family did not die, would Xu’s family members suffer this disaster?"

Song Fengchen furrowed his brows tightly: "You are arrogant!"

"From Zhou Lan's perspective, it is understandable to say that I am arrogant, but from the perspective of Xujiacun's 70 lives, I have to make such a choice." He Duanfeng said vigorously.

Now that things have developed, the grievances between the Xing family and Zhou Lan are no longer important. To put it bluntly, Song Fengchen wants to protect Zhou Lan, and He Duanfeng wants to trade small for big.

Song Fengchen made the final struggle: "But the premise is that the villagers in Xujia Village deserve the daoists' efforts to save each other? Snakes and rats have a nest, and cats and rats sleep together. If there is no Xujiacun production team cadres, what about Zhou Lan? Will be forced to marry to the Xing family. Don’t the villagers of Xu’s family know what happened to Zhou Lan at Xing’s family? Poor mountains and bad waters spoil the people, as long as they have a little compassion, things will not become what they are today . In the final analysis, Xujiacun’s ability to end up today is just a matter of self-blame."

He Duanfeng's oil and salt did not enter: "Friends of Taoism are wrong. Life does not distinguish between high and low. The villagers of Xujia Village are certainly at fault, but they will definitely not lose their lives for this."

Hearing this, Song Fengchen fell into silence directly. For a long time, he said: "Listening to Fellow Daoist's meaning, is this unwilling to give up?"

He Duanfeng didn't speak, his eyes were torch, his attitude couldn't be more obvious.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, Zhou Lan suddenly said, "This... Dao Chief?"

The "Public Security Officer on Duty" looked up at her with a slightly complicated expression.

Just listen to Zhou Lan's words: "Can the Taoist chief tell me, among the 70 suffering villagers of Xujia Village you just mentioned, are there any educated youths?"

He Duanfeng probably guessed what she thought of the perseverance in Zhou Lan's eyes. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to tell the truth: "No."

Zhou Lan felt relieved, without the best, she naturally didn't have to feel guilty. If so, in her opinion, the deaths of the villagers in Xujia Village are not regrettable, but the educated youth in the village are innocent. If something goes wrong with them, I am afraid that she will go back without having to catch He Duanfeng...

The "Public Security Officer on Duty" looked at her, silently said apologize in his heart, and then said in a deep voice, "If this is the case, fellow Daoist, it's up to you!"

Before he finished his words, he moved his body, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Zhou Lan.

But I didn't want to. Just as soon as his finger touched Zhou Lan, a golden light burst out of her body, followed by a muffled sound, and the'police on duty' flew out backwards.

Song Fengchen's voice was heard in the void: "Friend Daoist, since you have gone out of Zhou Lan, you don't have to come back again!"

Fortunately, he had already prepared, and pretended to let Zhou Lan discern himself, and tricked He Duanfeng out of her body in advance.

A harrier of the ‘Public Security on Duty’ turned over and jumped from the ground. He clutched his chest. Suddenly, he said in a cold voice, "Dao is friendly and calculating."

"What are you going to do?" Teacher Zhou reacted, without saying anything, stretching out his arms to protect Zhou Lan behind him, with a look of trepidation, his eyes fixed on the'Public Security on Duty'.

When the passers-by came back to their senses, they saw the two lesbians shivering, and the middle-aged policemen opposite were extremely vicious.

"what happened?"

"Not sure."

"I seemed to have seen the police act on the female comrade just now."

"What, hooligan?"

The passing pedestrians immediately surrounded him, Teacher Zhou's eyes lit up, and Zhou Lan was about to squeeze behind the crowd.

"Public Security on Duty" saw him, and his heart was tense. He knew that the situation in front of him was extremely unfavorable to him, and the top priority was to clean up these passers-by first.

Thinking of this, his gaze suddenly fell on Teacher Zhou, and he had an idea in an instant.

Just when Teacher Zhou pushed Zhou Lan and was about to disappear into the crowd, he moved. He drew the pistol from his waist, loaded it, aimed it, pulled the trigger, and shot it out.

"boom!"

"what!"

"Killed—"

The sound of a gun terrified the passers-by, and the screams came and went one after another.

But in just a few seconds, the exclamation sound changed abruptly.

"Ghost—"

I saw that Teacher Zhou, who was supposed to have been hit by the bullet, did not fall into a pool of blood as everyone thought, but at the moment they looked at it, their body exploded with a bang, and the smoke dissipated, leaving only White dust on the ground.

When Zhou Lan came back to his senses, there was no one left of the crowd of people who had been surrounded by three floors inside and outside three floors.

"watch out--"

The'Public Security on Duty' gave a cold cry, flipped the palm of his hand, and a copper coin sword appeared out of thin air, pointing directly at the red thread tied to Zhou Lan's left foot.

Intuition told him that Song Fengchen relied on this red thread to control Zhou Lan.

After making a jump, Teacher Zhou opened her eyes and jumped out of the bed. She subconsciously touched her forehead. There was nothing but a hot hand. She felt relieved and raised her head, only to find that she was back again. In the small single room rented by Zhou Lan.

At the bedside, Song Fengchen pulled a red thread in one hand and a few talisman papers between the tips of his fingers. He threw forward and shouted: "Heaven and earth Xuanzong, the root of ten thousand qi. Extensively cultivate billions of calamities, prove my magical powers. Three Realms. Inside and outside, the only way is exclusive, with golden light in the body, covering real people. Evil!"

As soon as the voice fell, the several talisman papers that flew into the air all turned into a golden light, submerged in the red line.

Just when Jin Guang completely disappeared in the room, Song Fengchen said anxiously: "Quickly, give me the grass man?"

What?

Teacher Zhou was stunned for a while, until she saw the grass man in her hand following Song Fengchen's sight, and then realized that the other party was talking to her, she rolled off the bed and handed the grass man to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen did not accept the grass man, but tore off the human-shaped paper sticking to the grass man's chest, but it was not the one written by He Duanfeng himself.

With a slip of his fingertips and a stabbing sound, the note cracked a gap, and the original blank human-shaped note was instantly covered with writing.

He loosened his fingertips, the paper slipped down to the ground, and then pinched, and shouted: "The spiritual official curse, the spiritual official method, the spiritual official squeezes the mountain, and the heavy squeeze of the mountain will lift a thousand catties for you. The law, my prince is as anxious as the law."

As the last word fell, the note just fell to the ground, and Song Fengchen raised his right foot and stepped on it.

On the other side, the train station.

Seeing the ‘Public Security on Duty’ attack on her, Zhou Lan suddenly widened her eyes, staggered back a step, and then conditioned her arms to block her reflexively.

As soon as the long sword touched the red line, another golden light flashed, and the'police on duty' was bounced out again, but this time, he had already learned the lesson, and as soon as the golden light dissipated, he A backflip, rushing to Zhou Lan again.

But he was far more prepared. It was at this time that Song Fengchen's voice resounded in the void: "Ling official curse...I will raise a thousand catties for you...I am anxious and anxious for the old gentleman! "

The He Duan peak in Xujia Village in Yuanzhou was white, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top. With a bend, he knelt on the ground with a bang.

"Damn it." He gritted his teeth.

At the train station, Zhou Lan panted roughly. The expected thing did not happen. She slowly lowered her hands in front of her face, and only saw the "Public Security Officer on Duty" kneeling less than one meter away from her. Place, immobile.

She caressed her heart, took a long breath, and followed Song Fengchen's voice in her ears: "The police are here, hurry up."

She looked up, and she was not far away. Several police officers were approaching here cautiously.

Without hesitation, she turned her head and ran.

Song Fengchen calmly said, "Friends of Taoism, you have lost."

He Duanfeng looked slumped, but he was inexplicably relieved: "I lost."

"What about Zhou Lan?"

He Duanfeng closed his eyes: "Fellow Taoist rest assured, I won't act on her again."

"That's all right." Song Fengchen felt relieved. He didn't think why Duanfeng lied to him. As for the life and death of the villagers in Xujiacun, who cares!

With that said, he moved away the foot that was stepping on the human-shaped note.

He Duanfeng loosened his body and sat down on the ground: "Thank you fellow daoist."

His skills are not as good as others, so he convinced him: "I am the room to see He Duanfeng, dare to ask the surname of the Taoist friend?"

"Song Fengchen."

Song Fengchen?

He Duanfeng only felt that the name was familiar, as if he had heard of it somewhere. When he wanted to ask something more, there was no other person's breath in the void.

He sighed, stood up, and temporarily pressed this doubt to the bottom of his heart, because there were more troublesome things waiting for him to deal with.