Chang Sheng Gou Said: Play The Suona At The Beginning, Mourn The Funeral And Cultivate Immortality

night.

The lights in the Chunfeng Tower were as bright as day, and there was a lot of singing and dancing.

Uncle Jiu pulled the strings and Bai Yu acted as the host.

A banquet was held for the county magistrate Liu Zian, and Liumenlong captured the leader and Yamen's deputy general Zhang Wu.

Bai Yu and Uncle Jiu persuaded them to have a drink, and everyone had a good time chatting with each other.

Everyone is surrounded by beautiful women.

Especially Zhang Wu, with a beauty sitting on one side of his lap, his breasts slapping loudly:

"Xiaobai, right? Don't worry, I'm guarding your shop. If anything happens in the future, report my name."

Whoever believes what is said at the wine table is stupid.

Bai Yu naturally knew this, and he complimented the three of them.

Then he pretended to be casual and proposed that the funeral shop would give each of the three people 10% of the shares and direct dividends every year.

This is the real drama of this banquet.

Liu Zian and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, nodded in agreement, and the banquet atmosphere reached its climax.

The three forces of the county guard's office, Liumenmen and the county soldiers each had 10% of the shares, but in Bai Yu's hands, only 70% was left.

Make money, business, not shabby.

That's it, how many people want to give gifts but don't have the means to do so.

If it weren't for Uncle Jiu's great reputation, Bai Yu could at most hire Hu Baotou from Liu Men, that is, Long Baotou's apprentice.

Or you can ask the officials and prison chiefs in the prefect's mansion, and the county soldiers can also ask for a school captain at most.

Now that the three big bosses are sharing the dividends, Bai Yu's shop is finally safe, and he is basically not afraid of other people's jealousy.

After talking about the business, everyone relaxed completely.

Zhang Wu carried the two beauties into another room, and not long after, there was a sound like a killing pig.

Jun Cheng and Long Baotou were not so bold, but they still hugged the beauty to rest.

In Bai Yu's arms, sat the beauty Qiuniang he met last time.

Qiuniang gave Bai Yu a sip of wine, breathed into his ear like orchid, and her hair hung on his neck, making people itchy.

She said softly:

"Sir, you have reached the slave's house. Go to the slave's house and take a rest."

Bai Yu stuffed her with a broken piece of silver and said:

"No, I still have to take Master home. I wish you a peaceful sleep tonight."

Bai Yu stood up with a smile and sent Uncle Jiu home.

After the two left, Qiuniang looked at Bai Yu's back with interest.

"This Mr. Bai is quite interesting."

Bai Yu left Chunfeng Tower and sent Uncle Jiu home first, and then returned to his own courtyard.

When he returned home, he felt a little sad.

I drank too much tonight and my head is dizzy.

He held his head and said to himself:

"In order to gain a foothold in Jiangcheng, I became a free-wheeling person and learned to scheming."

“When can I travel freely and freely?”

Unexpectedly, as an immortal, he also had to drink and give gifts. Bai Yu felt depressed in his heart.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky, roared loudly, pulled out a long sword and started practicing sword practice.

Under the pure moonlight, the sword flashed and the wind whistled.

Bai Yu danced his long knife like a windmill, and water couldn't get in.

The more he swung the knife, the more unhappy he felt.

Human relationships and trivial matters are like flies and dogs, and you are trapped in the shackles of the mortal world and cannot escape.

Power, I need power!

Only by controlling enough power can we cut off all shackles and be free.

If he were the Innate Grandmaster, he could do what he wanted legitimately.

One day, he will control powerful power and cut off all the shackles of the world!

Bai Yu shouted sharply, and with all his inner strength surging, he slashed forward with his sword.

The long sword struck a stone pier as if practiced.

The thick stone pillar was cut in two!

Bai Yu slowly put away the knife and looked at the stone pillar that was split into two halves in disbelief.

He just had an ordinary steel knife in his hand, not a magical weapon like the Qisha Sword.

Normally, if you want to cut off a stone pier, you have to break it with a steel knife first, but I didn't expect that this time I could cut it directly!

[Ten precepts and soul-breaking sword, great success (52/1000000), understanding the meaning of the soul-breaking sword]

Bai Yu was surprised and happy.

In these days, he gained a lot of experience in sword skills, and coupled with what he had just felt, he actually practiced sword skills to a state of perfection.

And he also understood the meaning of the Soul-Severing Blade.

With the long sword in my hand, I can cut off the shackles of the mortal world. This is the intention of the soul-cutting sword!

Under the moon, Bai Yu stood holding a knife and laughed loudly.

…

In the days that followed, Bai Yu's funeral business was still booming.

The Black Wolf Gang and the Shenlimen fought with real fire, killing people like rivers of blood.

The abnormal behavior of the two major gangs attracted the attention of the government.

Even though there have been wars recently and both gangs have recruited many Martial Artists, they shouldn't be so exhausted.

I don't know where the news came from. The two major gangs had defected to the rebels outside the city and wanted to surrender. As a result, internal strife broke out and they started fighting.

Not only that, there are also other forces in the city who want to join forces secretly, and it won't be long before they cooperate inside and outside to take over Jiangcheng.

This rumor was so well told that the time for the dedication of the city was even made up.

Suddenly, rumors spread everywhere, and people in Jiangcheng were panicked.

The government and the two major gangs sent people to investigate, but they could never find the source of the rumors.

Song Chengru, the county magistrate, also noticed something unusual about the two gangs, and he would rather believe it.

In order to stabilize people's hearts, he invited an Innate Grandmaster to come out, that is, the famous old man Feng Yuqingfeng.

Mr. Feng was once the Third Grade enshrined in Fusi, Beizhen, and was an Innate Martial Artist. After his retirement, he lived in seclusion in Jiangcheng.

Innate Martial Artist, the Innate True Qi is generated in the body, and then refined and combined with the Gang, the power is unparalleled.

Even facing immortal cultivators, he still has a certain fighting power.

Perhaps in the capital city, Innate Martial Artist is not too unusual.

But in Jiangcheng, it is the existence that is in charge of one side.

If it were in a small mountain village, First Grade Martial Artist would be the king.

In ordinary county towns, only intermediate Martial Artists can dominate.

Most of the counties and cities are dominated by high-level Martial Artists, and Innate Martial Artists are the giants.

As soon as Mr. Feng came out of the mountain, he immediately stabilized the hearts of the people in the city, and even the rebels did not dare to make any move.

This is what Bai Yu is happy to see.

His status is too low and he can't even talk to the county guard.

If you directly report the two major gangs and the Xiao family, you will never see the sun the next day.

Anonymous reporting is even more useless.

Only by first allowing the two major gangs to fight among themselves, attracting the attention of the superiors, and then brewing a public opinion offensive, can the county guards be truly alert.

Facts have proved that Bai Yu's plan was successful.

About a month later, the rebels began to attack Jiangcheng.

Tens of thousands of rebels came like a tide and tried to break through the city.

To their surprise, no one came to help them.

The rebels had no choice but to attack the city by force.

Even the evil cultivator took action.

He released a firebird, roaring like thunder, and shooting fire into the sky, trying to destroy the city wall.

At the critical moment, Mr. Feng took action.

He swung his sword into a gang, slashed out eighteen gang qi, and scattered the fire bird.

Innate Martial Artist may be at a disadvantage when facing immortal cultivators, but he is definitely not without the power to fight.

With the help of hundreds of eight-oxen crossbows at the top of the city, the evil cultivators were still unable to break through the city.

The rebels outside the city had no choice but to set up ladders and storm the city wall.

Both sides fought until rivers of blood flowed.

The rebels were not as elite as the official army. After several battles, they left many corpses and retreated in despair.

The sound of joy in Jiangcheng was overwhelming, and everyone was beaming with joy.

Bai Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiangcheng was finally saved, and then they waited for the immortal cultivators from Taiyi Sword Sect to arrive.

But what he didn't expect was that another surprise hit him.