Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 12 The Paper Shop

Below, Jian Yao raised his head to look at this scene, and immediately looked at Gu Xiu'er with surprise in his eyes.

"This girl is really smart!"

He had already noticed that Gu Xiu'er looked at his Dalangjun with a strange expression, and he had already been on guard.

Not only him, but Zhang Yi is probably also prepared. If this woman thinks she is clever and tries to hijack Zhang Jian, the two of them will die without a place to die today.

And if you give in directly, although it may fall into the hands of the Zhang family, there is still a chance of survival.

In particular, Wang Yuanlang, the Xifeng swordsman of the Shangyuan School, has considerable influence in Fengxi County, and is a well-known giant of the Baidao.

Maybe looking at Wang Yuanlang's face, Zhang Yi will change his mind.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, Zhang Yi's black jade-colored giant palm hit Duan Muyan firmly, blasting him into the house below.

Zhang Yi has a charming figure, appearing beside Gu Xiu'er like a ghost, staring at Gu Xiu'er with stern eyes.

"Which onion is Wang Yuanlang? I, Zhang Yi, want to kill someone. Do you think he can keep it?"

He slowly raised his hand, and at this moment a voice came.

"Brother Yi, since these two young people already know their mistakes, let's give them a chance. Although they made mistakes first, my Zhang family has always been kind to others, and I am willing to make an exception in everything!"

I saw the dark place, Zhang Yi walked out from the dark place surrounded by Zhang Hu.

He has a calm demeanor and is not angry.

Zhang Jian stood beside him with a calm face. He glanced at Zhang Yi with a solemn face, and knew in his heart that although Gu Xiuer's last words hadn't touched Zhang Yi, they had touched his old man.

It seemed that the West Wind Swordsman he was talking about had some weight, which moved Zhang Yi's mind.

"Since the patriarch spoke, let the two thieves be dealt with by the patriarch!"

Zhang Yi's figure flashed at this time, and he fell from the roof to Zhang Jian's side, seeing Zhang Jian nodded slightly.

Feeling the continuous flow of pure inner breath in Zhang Yi's body, this inner breath seems to resonate in the air all the time, distorting the surrounding aura.

Zhang Jian's heart moved secretly.

He knew that this was a unique symbol for internal martial artists who had reached the innate stage.

In the stage of nourishing one's body, it is necessary to continuously strengthen one's spirit and spirit with mellow inner breath, to communicate with the bridge of heaven and earth, and to nourish the body with innateness. This is the profound meaning of the innate stage.

Zhang Jian still doesn't know much about innate mysteries at present, but he might as well have a deep understanding of the power of this kind of power.

"No wonder Jian Yao is so afraid of Uncle Yi. Uncle Yi can be regarded as the background of the family, which can be called the trump card!"

Zhang Jian sighed secretly.

Although he has just practiced martial arts, he also knows that internal martial arts practitioners at the innate stage are almost a small group of 'extreme masters' in the Jianghu.

The number of such innate warriors is extremely small, and only some wealthy and powerful forces can recruit one or two.

"It seems that I still have to practice hard, it's a bit dangerous outside!"

Such thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Junior Gu Xiu'er thanked Patriarch Zhang for his generosity on behalf of Senior Brother Duanmu!"

At this time, Gu Xiuer bowed slightly, and immediately flew into the pile of ruins, her jade face under the white gauze was a little pale, Duanmuyan was hit hard by Zhang Yi's last blow, and her life and death were uncertain at this time, which really worried her .

Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Yi, and Zhang Yi shook his head slightly at this moment.

"Whether he can live or not depends on his own creation!"

He didn't deliberately hold back his last blow.

Zhang Yi shook his head secretly, just secretly said. "I hope I don't die!"

His eyes fell on the graceful Gu Xiu'er, and his eyes moved secretly.

"My surname is Gu!"

At this time, Fang Lin lived outside, and other farmers and patrolling servants surrounded him one after another. Zhang Yi waved his hand to let everyone disperse.

At the same time, he recruited several people to help Gu Xiu'er carry Duan Muyan out.

At this time, Duanmuyan's face was like gold paper, and his body was covered with frost.

The breath is already very weak.

"Senior brother!" Gu Xiu'er hastily took out the master's secret medicine from her bosom, let Duanmuyan take it, and tried her best to save Duanmuyan's life.

Everyone dispersed at the same place, Zhang Yi only left Zhang Yi and Zhang Jian behind, after some discussion, he decided to temporarily detain the two brothers and sisters, waiting for news.

I believe that the people behind these two people will move soon.

……

The next day

morning light
The paper-making shop was in the west of the city. Zhang Jian took Zhang Lu and a group of servants to the paper-making shop to buy cinnabar notes.

There is a Liujia alley here, and there are many rice noodle and cloth shops around it.

The place Zhang Jian was going to was next to a big willow tree.

Zhangji paper shop.

In front of the paper shop, there are lifelike paper figurines with pink cheeks and charming naive looks.

It's just strange that these paper figurines have no eyes, but even so, it makes people feel a chill.

The owner of the paper-making shop is called Zhirenzhang, with a stooped figure and gray hair.

Zhang Jian stepped forward and greeted directly.

"Uncle Zhang, are there any new products recently?"

The paper figurine, whose surname is Zhang, is also Zhang Jian's family, but he is not a local, but escaped from disaster more than [-] years ago. With his unique skill of making paper, he gradually gained a firm foothold in Liujia Hutong.

"It turns out that Master Juren has arrived, please come in, we will keep them for you!"

The paper man Zhang has a hoarse voice, but there is a kindness between his brows, as if he is always smiling.

"Then I want to see it!"

Zhang Jian regained his spirits and followed the paper figurine to the back hall.

A small red shrine can be seen from a distance in the back hall. I don’t know what kind of god is enshrined in the shrine. It is covered by a red cloth, and the smell of sandalwood burning can be heard from afar.

Let this gloomy paper shop have a little more popularity.

Zhang Jian has already seen this new product, which is a lotus palace lantern, red and white, very enchanting and beautiful.

Look closer, chubby!
Paper figurine Zhang introduced with a smile:
"This is the Ningshen lotus created by the villain recently. Look at these sacrificial rites, they are very shrewd. This is the requiem and Ningshen essay that the villain specially invited the master of Fengqi Temple to write in person. It is written by the master. It's been lit!"

"what's the effect?!"

"It can not only appease the ancestors, but also allow the ancestors to protect the family and add blessings and longevity. If Da Langjun burns it to the ancestors of the Zhang family, it will definitely protect the elders to be admitted to Jinshi!"

Zhang Jian laughed, this paper figurine was pretty good at talking, he nodded immediately, and let Zhang Lu go forward to make the package, and then his own servant stepped forward to deliver the silver taels.

Seeing Zhang Jian wrapping up these lotus flowers so readily, the paper figurine Zhang smiled even deeper.

A group of people carried their backpacks on their backs and quickly left Zhangji Papermaking Shop.

Paper figurine Zhang watched the group leave, but his gaze was always on Zhang Jian, flickering, and calmed down for a moment, still silently cleaning up the paper figurines outside the shop.

Before Zhang Jian left, he glanced in the direction of the paper-making shop, and his expression was a little strange.

For some reason, when he entered the paper-making shop this time, he obviously felt something different from before.

It was still as shady and cool as before, but this time he felt a tinge of coldness, as cold as needles piercing his skin.

(End of this chapter)