Rebuild the Upgrade Path

Not much to say, when I finished my dinner, I woke up a little bit, and it was already around 6 o’clock in the evening. I thought it was almost the time, and the old man should have finished eating, so I went out of school and took a taxi to the funeral. a street.

The crematorium is not too far away. It is located in a remote place far from the city center and not so crowded in the south of the city. There is a mountainous area, but the height is not high, just some small hills, a path up the mountain, not far from the crematorium. Our city’s crematorium and funeral home are together, so as long as it’s a futile matter, it must be here. Usually it is gloomy, and there is a chill when approaching.

When I got to the ground, I gave the master money and got off the car. I looked at the path uphill in front of me. The master didn't want to go up the mountain, so I stopped at the crossing. There is a road outside of the small road. If you follow the road, you will soon be able to get to a university. It is still an undergraduate, better than mine. Going further down is the city center, and going to the other side is also some car companies, which is not desolate.

Take a step towards the mountain, because there are crematoriums, funeral homes, and Baishi Street. This path has also been repaired. It is not a sandy ground, but a masonry road, which is convenient for walking. I have never been here before, and I can't help but feel a little nervous when I walk this way.

The road is not long, and we will arrive in a short walk. The first one is Baishi Street, and then the funeral home. The cremation furnace is in the last mountain.

As soon as I walked in, I felt gusts of wind and wind, including Xiao Mo in my body, but also a rush of spirits. I can clearly feel her reaction. She is also a ghost and is very sensitive to this aspect.

Funeral Street is not long, and it feels like an alley and alley, unlike a modern street. There are funeral shops on both sides, but to be honest, what can be a little bit about funerals? It's nothing more than paper people, paper horses, paper money scented wax, and flower baskets. Every family on both sides of the street half-hidden their doors, as if they didn't open as if they didn't open. Outside, there were baskets of flowers and paper money.

The doors are large or small, and some are broken doors. Even if they are fully opened, they can only accommodate one person. If two people are side by side, they can’t walk away. Some, the new paint on the door, the knocker is also clean and large enough to hold two. People or even three people. The doorways were filled with trivial things, some people were at the door, and some were nobody. Of course, Baishi Street, let's say that no one is there, that is, someone who can steal things from your door? The flower at this door is not a rose, and the money is not real money. If you steal it, you will be unlucky. Besides, if you steal money from the dead, you are not afraid of retribution? !

There are people on Baishi Street, some are old men with sixtieth looks, sitting on small horses, leaning on the door, with their eyes drooping, and I don’t know if they are asleep or not; there are also old women with wrinkles and crutches. He walked around in the yard with his waist, looking at the flowers and plants, and from time to time outside the door; there were also middle-aged men who looked muddy and sullen, cheeks bulging, holding a big pu fan, fanning the wind, with two eyes Look left and look right; there are also weak people, who look like they are in their thirties and are thin in stature. They are sitting under a tree in the yard and reading. I glanced in when I passed by and stopped for a while. He didn't even look up at me; Fortune teller, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, bald, with a mustache, leaning on a walking stick, wearing sunglasses with round lenses, sitting behind the hexagram stall, shaking his head; there are also girls, who are in their rosy and plumed years, in their early twenties, older than me She has a limited amount of walking, and she smiles in various poses, but it may have been too long in Baishi Street, and her face was a little pale and blue.

After walking for a while, I thought for a moment, that old man, he just told me at the time that there is a Zhacai shop in Baishi Street, but I didn't say which one, how to find it! But after I walked around, I found that I was worrying too much, or that the old man was too naughty.

The name of this Zhacai shop is actually called "Youjia Zhacai Shop"!

This old man didn't grow up watching Master Xing's movies, right? He was even older than Master Xing.

It should be this one! I took a deep breath and walked in. As soon as I entered, the first thing I saw was a birdcage with a golden bird in it!

Hey! It looks small, but you can't fool me. This bird is nothing but the big bird that the old man rode last night.

There were pierced paper figures on both sides of the entrance, and two walls were hung full of dangling. The bird cage was hung on the side. When the wind blew, the paper figures moved, and the cage moved.

It might be that I entered the door and screamed at it. The bird in the cage looked up at me, eyes full of laziness. It also knows me, knowing why I'm here, and directly shouted inside: "Old man, that kid is here!"

If this is an ordinary person, it is probably scared to death. In the evening, there are a bunch of paper people, birds speak human words, and it is not a parrot. What it says is affectionate, has a tone, and is very similar to what a person says. Like a bird dubbing. But for me, it’s nothing. I’ve heard about Journey to the West and Jigong’s biography since I was little. I know monsters, ghosts and so on, and I’ve seen how powerful ghosts are. I just saw this bird last night. Today it Become such a virtue, know that this must be a monster. It is estimated to be here for the elderly, guarding the door in free time, and using it as a mount.

So to say that this bird is the same as other birds? That doesn't work, who is it? Flicking my wings can knock me down, so I have to hurry up.

"Lord Bird, you rest." The polite words, nothing to say.

The bird listened to what I said, turned around and looked at me with interest, glanced at me twice, and said "pouch", and was happy.

"Hahaha, you kid is smart, and he knows to stammer with me and avoid courtesy, but... the word bird is really ugly, why don't you call me from now on... well, just call me Uncle Jinwu ."

You want a little face!

What is the Golden Crow, that is the sun! The golden crow is a three-legged golden crow, a sacred bird. According to legend, there were ten golden crows in the sky, nine of them were shot down by Hou Yi, and the last one has remained until now. what are you? Yes, you are amazing, and indeed golden, but you are not a golden crow.

Thinking like this in my heart, I didn't dare to say it, and said quickly: "Yes, Uncle Golden Crow, Uncle Golden Crow."

At this moment, the old man came out of the house and he heard me calling that bird like that. He laughed and said: "What kind of uncle Golden Crow, it's just an ordinary bird. His name is Jiuhua. I collected it from Jiuhua Mountain. Yes, in the name of the mountain, you want to call it, Brother Hua, Brother Nine or something."

As soon as I heard it, my mind turned, and I hurriedly said, "Hey, this Jiuhua has allusions and sounds good, but the uncle Golden Crow is domineering. In this way, let's call it Jiu Jinwu. How about Jiu Jinwu?"

After hearing what I said, the old man laughed again and said, "You kid."

So was the Niao Jiuhua. Hearing that I still kept the word "Golden Crow", I was also happy, and even said: "Not bad, not bad, this name is not bad."

After laughing twice, the old man coughed slightly, beckoned, and said, "Come on, come in and talk."

After speaking, I turned to enter the house, and I quickly followed up. When I entered the room, I found that the whole room was antique, with wooden decorations and wooden beams. The room is bright and dark, and when you enter the door, it is regarded as a living room. There are three chairs in two rows, six on the left and right, and there is a small table between the two, which can put tea trays and cups. Directly in front, there is a small table with two grand master chairs on either side, facing the door. On the wall behind, painted with a flying dragon, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, is colorful, quite majestic.

On both sides, there is a room. When I walked to the door, I turned my head to see that the door was not closed, and the contents inside were clear. The left one seemed to be the bedroom, which should be the place where the old man sleeps; the right one is similar to a study. , Look inside the shelf, there are books.

The old man ignored me, went straight ahead, walked to the chair on the right in front, and sat down. According to my point of view, he is on the right, according to his point of view, facing the door, which is on the left. This is the rule, the left is respected, the distinguished guests at home, the guests are on the left; the husband and the wife are on the left. Although I am a guest today, I am here to study after all, so naturally I can't sit here.

"Ah, sit down, sit down." The old man saw that I was still standing and waved to let me sit down. Of course, I couldn't sit next to him either. I was just on the side of the three chairs in a row, looking for my head. One sits up.

The old man smiled, looked at me, and asked, "Guo Rui, your last name."

"..."

I didn't know how to pick him up.

"Oh, hahahaha, old and old, old and confused."

The old man was joking, but my heart moved. I never reported my home. How did he know my name? What's more, the last time he was on the rooftop, he directly said, "With that little thing in my heart Son" It seems that he not only knows my name, he also knows the secret of my ability.

Oops, master!

"Master, senior, don't joke, I'll come this time, for nothing else, I'll learn my skills."

"Oh?" The old man pinched his beard, looked at me with interest, and asked, "Why do you want to learn?"

"In order to live, in order not to be killed by ghosts, in order to understand what happened to me thousands of years ago."

I’m telling the truth, don’t rectify the ones that “punish the evil and promote the good”, “walk the way for the sky”, “drop demons and demons, and defend the way”. Those are all imaginary. My purpose is me. What I said is very simple, but very realistic. I learned my skills to protect myself, not to be killed by ghosts and to be used as supplements by them, and of course, for my convenience in the future when I restore my past life memories.

According to the unreliable national teacher, the strength of the holy king is the strongest in the world. The general in my previous life is at best equal to him. Moreover, after a thousand years of reincarnation, his strength will definitely go further. If I go back Later, if he wants to kill me, then I must not be able to beat him. In case, these days he has cultivated a few more confidants and his followers, with more to less, I have no chance of winning. I learn some skills now and I can use it in the future.

Hearing my purpose, the old man laughed again: "Hahaha, you kid is still honest, unlike some people, who are full of slayers and defenders, but they are bullying. If so, then... I will accept you. Up."

What...what!

collected? !

So simple! ?

I thought it was too difficult. I thought he would definitely have to test me, let me go through three or five levels, why, just say something, just accept it?

The old man seemed to see my doubts and waved his hand: "Hey, don't worry too much. I said to accept, and that is to accept. Just like the so-called teaching, if you want to learn, then I will teach you. , But there is one thing, whether you succeed or not, it depends on you. If you don’t practice well in the future and the spells are low, don’t blame me for not teaching."

"That is that, naturally I dare not. I will do my best."

The old man looked at me, pinched his beard, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Okay, from this moment on, you will be my disciple. Tell you my name, old man, my name is Xie Tiantong."