First Son-in-law - Chapter 1522
Chapter 1512 Master of Evil
“stop!”
Qin Li stood up.
He really couldn’t stand it, and came to stop it.
The tenants looked sideways one after another, and couldn’t help but sigh that this man is so handsome.
“Where did the little white face come from, dare to take care of grandpa’s affairs!” The fat supervisor was extremely upset, especially when he saw Qin Li’s handsome face, he was extremely jealous.
Xiaoju nervously said: “Big brother, go away, he is a Famen monk, you can’t beat him.”
“I hear you, don’t kneel down and beg for mercy, or I will scratch your little white face!” Two fierce lights flashed in the fat supervisor’s eyes.
“act recklessly!”
Qin Li took out Yang Simu’s jade card.
The jade brand is the size of a palm and is carved from green chalcedony. It is transparent and shining. The front is the character “Yang” and the back is a vigorous poplar tree.
“Dear…The original is a token!” The fat supervisor was so scared that the fat was trembling, and he knelt on the ground with a thump, and said in horror: “Master Yang, the little one has eyes and no beads. I don’t know you. I even contradicted you. Please forgive me… ”
Snapped!
Qin Li flicked his fingers.
A golden light passed under the crotch of the fat supervisor.
“Ah! My lifeblood!” The fat supervisor screamed like a pig, his face flushed in pain, and his veins violent. This guy can never harm girls anymore.
When the other supervisors saw this, they knelt down and said, “See Mr. Yang!”
Seeing this, the surrounding tenants knelt in panic.
Suddenly!
The big canteen.
Tens of thousands of monks knelt and trembled.
Only Xiaoju fell into a sluggish state and did not react for a while.
Qin Li said indifferently: “I came to Gu Village. There is one important thing. You can arrange a guest room for me. And this little girl, just be my maidservant.”
“My lord, please come with us!” A dozen supervisors nodded and crawled forward to lead the way.
Qin Li left with Xiaoju.
After a while.
In the cafeteria, there was a lot of discussion.
“It turns out that the man is from the Yang family, no wonder he is so handsome.”
“Xiaoju is blessed, and she was actually spotted by the Yang family.”
“Maybe Xiaoju can fly on a branch and become a phoenix!”
Ignore these gossips.
Qin Li lived in an elegant room.
Xiaoju also followed in, with a timid look on his face, his face frightened.
As a weak girl, she was suddenly taken away by a strange man. It is inevitable that she will have bad associations and be cautious.
“Don’t be afraid, I don’t have any malice against you.” Qin Li smiled gently, and handed out a jade bottle: “Here are ten Yugu Pills, as my little gift.”
Xiaoju was flattered and shook her head desperately: “This gift is too precious, I can’t ask for it. Moreover, with my strength, I can’t keep Yugu Dan. Those powerful tenants will take these pills.”
Qin Li raised his brow.
He knows that the more the bottom, the more cruel and ruthless the struggle.
Don’t look at the tenants as the bottom of the Great Yan Dynasty, but still have to line up three, six or nine, Xiaoju is the bottom of the bottom. Looking at her messy hair and bruises on her arms, she knows that she is not bullied less often.
“Let’s do it! This jade comb is for you. Of course it is not free. You must answer a few questions for me.” Qin Li took out a white jade comb.
Xiaoju’s eyes lit up, and girls are beautiful after all. This jade comb is exquisitely crafted, and she is a little eager: “If you have any questions, please ask!”
“Do you know the Spring Breeze Immortal? I heard that he has the ability to come back to life. I am particularly curious, because one of my relatives has passed away.” Qin Li said.
Xiaoju looked very excited: “Chunfeng Immortal is a great saint. He not only guarantees good weather and good harvest every year, but also brings back to life, so that his deceased relatives can return from the underworld. Unfortunately, there is only one quota per year, and I am always out of my turn. ”
“It turns out that there is a person.” Qin Li thought that the Chunfeng Immortal was just a superficial belief, but he did not expect that there was such a monk: “Xiaoju, I want to see the immortal, don’t you know any way?”
Xiaoju replied: “Chunfeng immortals rarely show up, but on the Qinghe Festival, he will show up to pray and ensure a good harvest this year.”
“When is the Qinghe Festival?” Qin Li asked.
“Three days later.” Xiaoju replied.
Hear the words!
Qin Li smiled.
It was a coincidence.
“This jade comb is for you.”
“Thank you, sir!” Xiaoju took Yucomb, happily.
The next three days.
Qin Li was cultivating in the house.
The emperor’s esoteric enlightenment back and forth, every time a new harvest.
He also took the time to study the “Book of Pills”, and now he can refine magic weapons, but he can’t refine the treasure pill.
This is because “The Book of Qixian” was written by Wuqixian himself, and the “Book of Pill Immortal” was derived from the ten Danshu, which is more obscure and incomprehensible and requires a lot of time.
Xiaoju also came to clean the house these few days. Qin Li secretly gave her a long strand of biomass, which made her full of blood and bright eyes. His complexion was no longer the same as the previous dish, with a little more rosy luster, and many bruises on his body also disappeared.
“My lord, tonight is the Qinghe Festival, do you want to participate?” Xiaoju asked.
Qin Li shook his head: “I still have some important things, you can go by yourself!”
“Ok!”
Xiaoju left the room excitedly.
She has never dressed up, combed her hair, and wore a set of clean coarse clothes. It seems that today is very important to her.
Qin Li secretly followed behind without showing up. He wanted to see what the mystery of this spring breeze immortal was, but he couldn’t stun the snake, so he hid his deeds.
Outside the valley!
On a wide flat ground.
This is Shaiguchang, which has gathered tens of thousands of tenants and is noisy.
Xiaoju was in it, his thin body tied with twine, dragging two yellow wooden coffins, exuding the smell of corpses. Many tenants also came with coffins.
At this time, the heaven and the earth shrouded the night, the stars were brilliant, and the bright moon came out of the mountains, sprinkling a piece of moonlight like water and silver, quiet and noble. There are many torches inserted around the drying valley, and there is a haystack altar in the center, which is only four stories high, but the piercing is very strong.
“The fairy is here!”
A few tenants remarked loudly.
I saw a blue light flying in the distant night sky.
The blue light fell on the altar, and there was a monk with thin cheeks, wearing a Qingyun Taoist robe, holding a white jade whisk, and a hosta on the top of his head with a pinch of goatee.
“Meet the spring breeze fairy!”
Tens of thousands of tenants knelt down together, with worship fanaticism in their eyes.
The green robe monk flicked the dust and said directly: “It’s still the same as in previous years. You hand in the sacrifices, and I will communicate with heaven to ensure a good harvest for every family.”
Snapped!
A black light fell.
It is a **** pottery urn.
Half a person came to the height, indicating that there were spiritual lines, flashing scarlet light, and revealing evil spirits. The inside of the urn was dark, and it was impossible to see any of the doorways.
“I’ll come first!”
A tenant came forward and cut his finger.
The blood dripped into the black urn, flashing blood, and then fell silent.
Brother Qingpao said: “The more blood a person is, the more sincere he is, and God will definitely bless his family with a good harvest and surplus.”
Upon hearing this, the tenants became more enthusiastic, and one after another cut their fingers and some of their wrists, dripping a lot of blood and falling in the black urn. They are very skilled, obviously not the first time, tens of thousands of tenants almost grab the opportunity to sacrifice.
The black urn became more and more weird, and the blood-colored spirit pattern came alive, bursting out with a coquettish light. In the pitch-black urn, there were bursts of silver clouds, which made people worshipped.
“It looks like an evil repair!”
The old Demon Dugu is very knowledgeable and can see the origin of the other party at a glance.
Qin Li’s eyes flashed to kill him: “It’s no wonder that all these tenants are so delicious, they don’t have enough to eat, and they have to bleed every year. This shameless cultivator will bully even the lowest tenants and I will kill him.”
“Wait a minute!” Dugu veteran blocked: “Don’t worry, let’s watch for a while and see what the so-called resurrection is.”
Qin Li nodded and waited quietly.
Two hours later.
The sacrifice is complete.
The black urn withdrew its blood, shrouded Yinxia, ​​sacred and mysterious.
The green robe monk nodded: “Very well, God has heard your thoughts. This year is definitely a good harvest. In order to express goodwill, God has opened the door of the underworld. I can summon the dead and reunite your family. But there is only one place. .”
A skinny mother holding a small coffin: “Chunfeng fairy, I am your most faithful believer, please also resurrect my deceased child.”
“Fairy, please resurrect my wife. I will work hard for you in the future!” A man with a gray face, holding his wife’s body, wept bitterly.
There are also many tenants who have made requests. They are all overwhelmed by their lives and live out of a picture of human tragedy.
Qingpao Xie Xiu had no mercy, and looked around, as if he was picking pork, when suddenly he found a young daughter in the crowd with a ruddy face and introverted radiance. She was a first-class blood animal.
“It’s you, what’s your name?”
“Xiaoju!”
Xiaoju replied excitedly.