The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 26 Defending Justice
Yang Feique suddenly turned around to run, but bumped her head into the chest of her younger sister Yang Feiyan.

While the waves were churning, Yang Feiyan took a few steps back, with a strange expression on her face, and hurriedly asked, "Sister, what did you see?"

Yang Feique couldn't care less about explaining, so she stretched out her hand and pushed, cursing: "I'm still asking, run quickly, there's no time to explain, there are ghosts in this room."

ghost?

Before Yang Feiyan could turn around and run away, she saw several figures flying across the sky, blocking the narrow drain, approaching step by step.

"whee……"

Yang Feiyan was also startled and blurted out a cry of national essence, but Yang Feique didn't have time to teach her a lesson, so she only wanted to perform lightness kung fu and escape by jumping over the wall.

Now, the two sisters are not calm.

So scary.

The two sisters have practiced before, so three or five people can't get close to them, and they haven't forgotten their skills.

The two sisters comprehended and exerted their strength at the same time, with all four legs flying up into the air, stepping on the wall, they bumped into the big wooden stick held in the hand of the paper figurine.

At the critical moment, the two raised their hands at the same time, crossing their arms to resist.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the arm was sore and painful, like swishing flies, and the two were slapped off on the spot.

The thickness of the wood used to make the coffin boards can be imagined.

But the two sisters of the Yang family were only here to steal things and did not bring weapons.

This time, he was immediately at a disadvantage, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

And behind the narrow drainage ditch, the two sisters of the Yang family, even though they had all kinds of martial arts, were unable to use them under the siege of paper figurines.

What's more, the strength of the paper man cannot be predicted by common sense.

Yang Feique flew up and kicked the paper figurine with her short legs. The paper figurine took a step back, then quickly bullied it, and directly hit the paper figurine in the head.

There was no way to avoid the narrow drainage canal. Yang Feique bit the bullet and resisted. There was a crisp crack in the bones of his hand, but before he could react, he was hit on the head again.

"Oh!"

Yang Feique's body softened and he fainted to the ground.

"elder sister!"

Yang Feiyan's shrill barking caused the wild dogs on the street to bark wildly.

But immediately, more paper figurines rushed towards her, and after parrying for a while, they were left outstretched, their eyes were darkened, and they fainted on the ground.

"whee……"

The paper figurines grinned happily. They themselves have no thinking.

And Xu Ping's order was very simple.

Work and stay home.

The conscientious paper people did not kill the killer.

Among the eight paper figurines, six went to the backyard and worked tirelessly.

The two remaining paper figurines stood by the drain, holding up the big wooden sticks in their hands, staring blankly at the two sisters on the ground.

Always ready to fight the waking gopher.

……

The next day, Yizhuang.

Early in the morning, Xu Ping walked out of the room in good spirits and came to the courtyard.

At this moment, he still doesn't know that there are two loveless girls lying in the drain of his house.

He didn't know anything about what happened at home.

If the paper figurine is close, he can feel it a little bit, but if the distance is too far, he can't feel anything.

Uncle Jiu is playing sword in the yard.

Seeing Xu Ping coming out of the house, Uncle Jiu put away the mahogany sword and greeted with a smile: "Master Xu, did you sleep well last night?"

Xu Ping smiled: "Not bad, it's quite quiet here."

The Yizhuang is located next to the town, away from the populated villages, so it is naturally extremely quiet.

Uncle Jiu wiped the sweat from his brow, and said with a gesture: "Master Xu, I have some dragon wells before the rain sent by my younger brother. Why don't you take advantage of this moment, when Qiu Sheng is away and your literary talents have not yet developed, let's taste it together?"

It seems that he wants to talk to himself... Xu Ping nodded, and said with a smile: "So what you want."

……

"Master Xu, this is the Yuqian Longjing in Suzhou and Hangzhou, brewed with Qingxiu mountain spring water."

Sitting at the table, Uncle Jiu picked up the teapot and poured two cups, then gently handed over a cup.

Xu Ping was also polite, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and savored it carefully.

The tea water is tender green, the soup color is clear, the aroma lingers on the teeth, and the taste is mellow.

After putting down the teacup, Xu Ping did not expect that there was such a good tea hidden in the small Yizhuang.

“Good tea!”

Seeing that he liked it, Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "If shopkeeper Xu doesn't mind, I'll give you some later, but there's not much left."

Then you've said that, if you don't take some away, it will be gone...Xu Ping thanked you repeatedly, and then asked: "Uncle Nine, is this the new tea from tomorrow?"

Uncle Jiu nodded: "Exactly."

"I have a younger brother named Simu who often travels outside and can always get some rare things. A few days ago, when he was driving corpses, he left some for me."

Xu Ping drank the tea brought by others, and he had to flatter him no matter what, he said: "The disciples of Maoshan are good, and they are respected wherever they go."

Uncle Jiu accepted the words, straightened his face, and said, "Master Xu, I actually have something hidden in my heart, and I want to ask you to clarify, is it convenient?"

Xu Ping put down his teacup, and replied with a smile: "Uncle Nine, but it's okay to say."

Uncle Jiu asked: "Dare to ask shopkeeper Xu, who is a master of Taoism?"

What is supposed to come will always come... Xu Ping smiled lightly, and replied: "Xu has no teacher, and accidentally embarked on the road of cultivation. Practice."

Uncle Jiu frowned, not because he thought he was lying, but because he was worried, and he was afraid of causing displeasure, so he said carefully: "The broken Taoism... With all due respect, if there is no one to guide you, it is very easy to walk on the road of cultivation. Going astray, shopkeeper Xu...be careful."

"Uncle Jiu means..." Xu Ping asked in a low voice.

Uncle Jiu sat up straight in an instant, straightened his waist, and said skillfully: "Maoshan, do you understand?"

Xu Ping was speechless for a moment, as expected, this was the situation.

I want Uncle Jiu to teach me two tricks, and Uncle Jiu wants my body. Is this an equivalent exchange?

After pondering for a moment, Xu Ping shook his head.

Maoshan Taoism is just icing on the cake for him.

Yes, of course it is good.

No, and it doesn't matter.

When Uncle Jiu saw that he refused, he couldn't help feeling sorry.

Although it was an answer he had guessed a long time ago, he was still a little frustrated when Xu Ping rejected it face to face.

After thinking for a while, Uncle Jiu's face remained unchanged, he swept away the dullness just now, and said with a smile: "Master Xu, although Maoshan disciples are monks, they don't pay much attention. Hurry up, if you have any scruples about this..."

Xu Ping shook his head and said, "Thank you Uncle Jiu for your kindness. To be honest, Xu lied to you just now. In fact, I have a master, but... the master won't let me tell you."

A person with too many secrets is really not suitable for joining any organization.

There is no guarantee that someone will find out one day, and beheaded as a cult monster.

Doing it alone is the kingly way.

Just when Uncle Jiu was deep in thought, Xu Ping continued to make up the story: "Master, an old man who traveled all over the world, when he passed by Renjia Town a few years ago, he saw that I was talented, so he accepted me as an apprentice, so he came without Master's permission. , Xu is not allowed to take another apprenticeship, so he can only stay here, thank you Uncle Jiu for his kindness."

Uncle Jiu was taken aback when he heard the words, is there a master?
After pondering for a while, he finally understood that some reclusive masters do have a strange temper, and it is normal to have such a request.

After he understood everything, Uncle Jiu showed a relaxed smile and said, "Since Shopkeeper Xu has a teacher here, then I don't worry too much."

Uncle Jiu's idea is very simple, as long as he doesn't go astray, then everything is easy to talk about, since he is a fellow Taoist anyway.

But Xu Ping had another idea in his mind.

To deduct rewards from the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book, you need to kill and supersede demons and ghosts.

And in troubled times, it's impossible to run around the world, maybe one day, if you are not careful, you will be shot by a machine gun.

"Uncle Jiu, actually I have one more thing to do. If you encounter something evil, just say hello, Xu will never refuse." Xu Ping said directly.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he slapped the table and stood up: "Shopkeeper Xu is really a hero and a role model in the world."

There are often ghosts and ghosts, and Uncle Jiu feels powerless to deal with them alone.

Knowing Xu Ping's superb morality, he was worried that he couldn't find any reason to speak up and persuade the shopkeeper Xu to uphold justice, but he didn't expect that the two people's thoughts coincided with each other. "

Xu Ping also stood up, substituting tea for wine, and blurted out a thousand words, "As a cultivator of the Dao, I should slay demons and demons, clear up the evils and injustices in the world, and restore the world to a bright future."

of course,

Justice must be supported, and rewards cannot be withdrawn.

(End of this chapter)