Ghosts Know What I Experienced

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All the sounds are stopped.

Weights and measures, Hu Die and others are not familiar with Yang Ze, but they have heard about this person from their parents.

Yan Jia’s lips were slightly open, and her face was full of unbelievable look. She quickly said, “How is it possible? How could he suddenly die? Isn’t that Yangze’s guy can live to be at least 80 years old? I remember the mysterious world. The average life expectancy is 120 years old."

Ye Jingzhi was also shocked by the news, but he quickly returned to God and took the hand of his wife, and asked: "How is he going to die in Nanyidao?"

Nan Yidao: "The end of life is dead. Master said that the punishment that Tiandao gave him was to lose his life for fifty years. Perhaps fifty years later, he suffered serious injuries, and his life span is less than one hundred years old, so he is over 80 years old. It was the end of the life. So three days ago, the Master went down to the Qianshan School privately, because Yang Ze’s appearance was still young, and the interior of the body was already old.” When he said this, his voice stopped.

It turned out that I was wearing a down jacket last year because of this...

Yi Jia always said that Yang Ze is a hypocrite and is not reliable at all. But suddenly knowing that the other party passed away, Jia Ge is not very happy. He is a little uncomfortable. This is the first person he experienced after his father died. He is not very familiar with Yang Ze, but the other party is suddenly dead... always sad.

In the other celestial divisions present, there are many who have been to the former mountain faction in the past five years and are responsible for guarding Yang Ze. Hu Diezhen, refused to go to the former mountain faction, the measure is to be busy with the magic weapon, his time is the point, can not waste time on this. In addition to them, Daiyu, Jiang Tong and others also learned the news.

Saitama came over from the booth of the Bipolar School and deliberately said: "I don't have to go to Qianshan for a month later..." He said this, quiet for a long time, muttered: "In fact, he is not bad. I just feel bored..."

Even the little devil Jiang brothers and sisters did not say anything.

This year's Xiangyang Ghost City ended in such an atmosphere.

At the end of the day, Jia Jia felt that he didn't believe it: "He really... died? It won't lie to me."

Ye Jingzhi's finger refers to a random sigh, whispered: "Yangze Daoyou really died."

Yan Jia lowered his head in silence and stopped talking.

Five years ago, no one had thought that after Ling Xiao lowered the punishment for reducing his life by 50 years, Yang Ze had only a life span of less than five years. Others may not know much about his life, but he should know it. It is no wonder that he suddenly received an apprentice two years ago. I am afraid that from that time he has already noticed that he is not forty years old.

The former mountain faction communicated with the outside world, and Yangze’s friends were not many. Yan Xiuzhen is the only person who knows that Yang Ze’s life is not long. Before Yang Ze’s death, he only asked Qiu Xunzhen to go to Fujian Province and entrust his disciple to him. Please help Xiu Zhenzhen to help. There is more hatred, and in the end there is only helplessness. Yan Xiuzhen is the leader of the metaphysical world and a relatively reliable predecessor. The dwarf picks the general and entrusts his disciples to him, which is the most secure.

When Yang Ze died, Yan Xiuzhen was also very emotional. He held a funeral for the disciple of this old friend.

There were not many people invited at the funeral, such as Yi Jia, Ye Jingzhi, Lushan Taoist, and the young Tianshi who had guarded Yang Ze in the past five years. Yan Xiuzhen is the organizer and Nan Yi is responsible for all the processes of the funeral.

When I really saw the other's body, Nan Yi finally believed that this person is really dead.

In fact, he should have discovered that Yang Ze’s mana should not be afraid of the cold. When he left the province last year, he put on a down jacket. For five years, Nan Yi only said a dozen words with Yang Ze, and there were not many times to meet, but Nan Yi was silent for a long time, and quietly sent a bouquet of flowers.

When he turned around, he saw that he was hiding behind the door and looking at him. His eyes were red and he seemed to have just cried.

Nan Yi Zhao beckoned: "No."

The child thought about it and walked towards him. He said, "Nan Yi senior."

Nan Yi has a face: "When the funeral has passed, you will come back to Ziwei Xingzhai with me."

Nothing was too anxious: "I won't go!"

“Nothing?”

The child turned and ran: "I want to stay in the former mountain, I want to stay here!"

Nan Yi did not live, never ran out of the hall. Three days later, Yi Jia and others came to the Qianshan School to attend the funeral. Everything went quiet and peaceful, and Yi Jia sent a bunch of flowers and took out a basket of red eggs from Ye Jingzhi's Qiankun bag. He didn't say anything, just put things in front of the bed.

After the funeral is over, it is time to leave the question after leaving.

Not everyone is called Ye Jingzhi. He is nine years old this year. He is very talented, but he is not the body of Sancha. He is the only disciple of the former Shan School. Yang Ze also entrusted him to Yan Xiuzhen before he died. He hoped that Xiu Xiuzhen could bring him to Ziwei Xingzhai to teach.

Yan Xiuzhenjun said: "Even if you go to Ziwei Xingzhai, you are still a disciple of the Qianshan School."

Did not shake his head, refused to speak.

Yan Xiuzhen has not taught such a small child for many years, and he does not know what to say. He can only look at his own apprentice. Nan Yi and he had never been together for a while, but he was familiar. He bowed his head and said softly, "You can always go to the front of the mountain," and never shook his head.

Yan Xiuzhen has a face: "Ye Xiaoyou is the body of Sancha. He is very talented. He does not need Master to teach more, and he pays more attention to personal practice. Therefore, he can have achievements now. The former Shanshan is good at poisoning and The formation method, neither of which requires a good teacher to guide you. The poor road never wants to earn you a purple micro-star, but this is the enthusiasm of Yang Ze’s friend before his death, and he does not want him to be in Jiuquan. Uneasy below!"

No more blushing a face, refused to speak.

Yan Xiuzhenjun’s tone is cold: “Do you really want to go to Ziweixingzhai with poverty?”

Nan Yi looked at his own master and felt that Master seemed a little different today.

Nothing too low, don't talk.

Yan Xiuzhenjun looks like a vicious villain, with a big sleeve and a cold sigh: "If you don't give you any help in the metaphysical world, would you still be willing to stay in this small mountain?"

Nan Yi: "Master!"

Yan Xiuzhen did not hear it, and continued: "For decades, I have been in this deep forest, no friends, no relatives. You are only nine years old, have you suffered this kind of suffering? In Ziweixingzhai, there are many A disciple who is about the same age as you are."

Nan Yi shouted again: "Master!"

Yan Xiuzheng looked down at the little child and touched the white beard: "The poor road only gives you this opportunity."

"I'm not going!"

Yan Xiuzhenjun Wei Wei: "You are not going?"

Nothing suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he shouted loudly: "I don't want to go. I want Master, I want Master! You hate my Master, I know, you don't like him. But I like him. I like him. I am a disciple of the Qianshan School. I am going to the former mountain pie!"

The nine-year-old child couldn't say a reason at all, but he has been stubbornly repeating that he would not leave the Qianshan faction.

Yan Xiu Zhenjun asked again and again, and almost asked the children to cry.

Nan Yi had already felt that something was wrong. How could his master, in the face of the body of another Master (Yang Ze), take away the apprentices? Now that the funeral has just ended, the people of Lushan Mountain are still not in the front of the mountain. Did the Master begin to take the lead? This is really not right.

Since there is no way to go, Yan Xiuzhenjun no longer says. He asked Nan Yi to clean up the mourning hall and go to the partial hall to find other celestial divisions.

Nan Yi bowed his head to pick up the gifts brought by the Heavenly Masters. When they were young, they squatted on the futon and cried.

Nan Yi does not speak at all, but he has a very good set of children - because he has brought a lot of younger brothers and sisters to grow up. He took a piece of chocolate from Qian Kun's bag and put it in front of him. He looked up at him. Nan Yi said seriously: "Do you eat?"

He looked at him for a while and shook his head.

Nan Yi took out his mobile phone and clicked on the pesticide game of the recent red-dead victims: "Your master is very strict with you before his death, and you are not allowed to play mobile phones. Now..." paused and continued: "Now he is gone, Do you want to try it out?"

Nothing broke through.

Seeing the children took the mobile phone, Nan Yi whispered: "You don't want to leave the former mountain faction. It's not impossible. Master just said nothing. I don't know why he suddenly said this, but he will definitely not stay out of it. You are The last disciple of Qianshan School, the predecessor of Lushan Mountain has a good relationship with the predecessors of the morning, and he will not care about you. Every year, I try to take time out to see you here. I have a few faces with your master, and your master did it during his lifetime. Some wrong things, now Ling Xiao has already punished him. How he used to teach you carefully, I will try to teach you as much as possible. But I am not very talented in viciousness and formation, maybe I can't teach you too much."

Nothing to hold the phone, staring at Nanyi.

There were no other people around, and Nan Yi suddenly screamed, but his face was still a pair of faces. When he said that he would look at the books on narcotics, he suddenly laughed: "Master said that the Nanyi predecessors are the best people in all the celestial divisions."

Nan Yi sound stopped: "What?"

No aisle: "The bipolar pie of Saitama is very embarrassing. Every time he looks at Master, he is scared to hide in the room for a month, for fear that Master's locusts will meet him; Jiang's Jiang brothers and sisters are too Inferior, Master said that they are all in their twenties, and they still want to play all day long. They are not serious enough. As for what predecessors and Qiandao predecessors... Master said that they are mediocre, maybe fifty years later. It can be a bit of a good thing, but it doesn't make much sense. Among them, only Nan Yi, a senior, really treats Master as an ordinary person."

Nan Yi opened his mouth in surprise.

The little boy holding his mobile phone recalled: "Master said, you are ordinary in terms of appearance. The talent aspect is first-class, but it is not better than him. But he is most afraid of you seriously." When Jiang’s brothers and sisters came, Master often used locusts to tease them and watched them jump on their feet, but when you came, Master never dared to provoke you. Master said, you are so people, can’t make fun of them.”

"But I have only said more than ten words with Yang Zedao friends..."

The little boy stared at the innocent eyes: "But Master likes you the most."

Nan Yi: "..."

Nothing: "???"

Yang Ze, who just entered the door: "...friends like, don't listen to him nonsense."

The next moment of this sound, Nan Yi and all over turned his head and looked at the person who suddenly appeared at the door. They all squinted and shivered, and rushed to each other quickly, crying, "Master!"

Nan Yi feels a little hot on his face: "Yang Zedao friends, you are not..."

The sound came to an abrupt end, and Nan Yi saw that he had never passed through Yang Ze’s body and almost fell to the ground. He looked at it again, only to see Yang Ze's side is a faint black yin, his face pale, reaching out to touch the apprentice's head, but his fingers crossed his head, only to recover his hand silently.

Partial hall.

Lushan people don't dare to set the channel: "Don't go to the land to reincarnate?! How can you stay in the world, don't go to the local government to reincarnate? If you become a ghost, you don't have to suffer from the pain of the seven years. That Yang Zexiao How can a friend do this kind of thing, he has suffered so many times of pain, is he trying to fly away? You are so old, how do you allow him to do such a thing, what he said is a disciple who has been carefully taught in the morning!"

Yan Xiuzhen is also helpless: "Where is the poor road, there is a way. When the poor road receives Yangze Xiaoyou's WeChat, knowing that his life is not long, he is already dying. He did not tell the poor before the nine Jun’s formation in the Qianshan Pai and the Feng Shui Bureau are still useful, so that he can avoid the peek of Ling Xiao. Until this morning, his soul finds a poor road, and the poor road knows that he is still 'live'. He wants to take the opportunity to test If there is no sincerity, the poor road will follow the trend. However, Yang Zexiao said that he is not sure whether the Feng Shui Bureau will work. He also regained consciousness this morning and gathered the soul.

Lushan Taoist: "He can actually evade the sneak peek, can he still live forever, like Qin Shihuang?"

Yan Xiuzhenjun shook his head: "Yang Ze Xiaoyou said that the Feng Shui Bureau can continue for decades. I am afraid that he will be able to stay in the mortal world for decades and teach his disciples."

After all, I have to wait in the mountains for twenty or thirty years and cannot leave. Yang Ze is worried that he can't eat hard, to test him, and it is justifiable. If you can't eat too much, then let him go to Ziweixingzhai. If he ate a bitter, then Yang Ze would pass on all the secret recipes of the former mountain faction to him.

In the partial hall, everyone heard the news and his face was different.

The first reaction of Saitama is: "Don't I have to work here for a month in the future?!"

Hu Die: "So, is he still dead or not?!"

Ye Jingzhi frowned, but before he opened his mouth, he saw his wife anger rushing toward the gate, while squatting on the sleeves: "Return all my gifts back! There are my sixteen red eggs!!!"

In front of the main hall of the mountain, Nan Yi looked at the men and women who were happy and happy. After all, he said that he wanted to teach nothing, and now the masters are back. He said "I am going to find Master", he turned and walked away, and a smile with his voice rang.

"South Yidao friends, I thank you just now."

Nan Yi stopped and understood the meaning of the other party. This is thanking him for helping to teach nothing. When talking about this, Nan Yi was a bit embarrassed. He turned back and said with a politeness: "No, I am reckless."

Yang Ze gently smiled: "Yes, friends don't have to be so polite."

Nan Yi looked up in surprise and saw Yang Ze standing in the shadow of the hall and smiling. The smile is not as harmonious as it used to be, but it is incomparable and sincere, no longer pretend to be fake. He said seriously: "I have not many friends in my life. Friends of Nanyi Road, I will ask you to give more advice in December."

The honest man Nan Yi took a moment and nodded: "Please give me a lot of advice."

The author has something to say: Mirror: ... I heard that the next chapter is about writing me and Jiajia's cookies, right? Resentment

C+: You are not allowed to write about our honeymoon, no! ! !

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Hey, this is the end of the game. It is an open ending. It’s a relationship, the little angels are willing to think about it, but for Yang Ze, Nan Yi is indeed quite special. At least this person will not have colored glasses to see him, and Yang Ze’s bitterness and hatred. The heart is deeper than the heart, Nan Yi master is very simple, one heart and one mind to raise the image of a good brother of the master brother and sister 23333333

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