I Can Brush Attributes

Yao Chengjun's house is a large courtyard not far from Snack Street.

At this time, in the Dabieyuan, there was a large ceiling, with wreaths placed in the ceiling, and a coffin in the center.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and outside the gate was a large table and dozens of chairs, filled with people, everyone dressed in mourning clothes.

China has a vast landscape, and each place has its own funeral methods.

Sometimes, even if they are separated by a village, the methods of handling funerals are different between villages.

The custom of Yao Chengjun's family is burial. Although it is now stipulated that burial is not allowed, because Yao Chengjun's ancestor was a rich man, half of a nearby mountain is owned by their family.

Therefore, the half of the mountain was used as the cemetery of Yao Chengjun's family.

After the funeral is over today, according to the custom, everyone waits for the night, and tomorrow morning the second uncle's coffin is buried.

Now Yao Chengjun's relatives are here, and they seem to be arguing about something.

And that Yao Chengjun, his face was not very good-looking, and he looked tired.

Behind him, there was a little boy of about ten years old. The little boy looked timid, holding Yao Chengjun's clothes with a pair of small hands.

"Chengjun, when will you send this Yao Tong away?" an older aunt asked Yao Chengjun.

As she spoke, all the relatives around looked sideways, intentionally or unintentionally looking at the little boy behind Yao Chengjun, his face flashed with fear and disgust.

Facing this aunt's words, Yao Chengjun seemed to be unable to bear the pent-up anger in his heart any longer, and shouted loudly.

"I really don't know what you are thinking about all day long. Tongtong is just a child. Why do you blame it on a child."

"Don't blame him for blaming anyone. As soon as this broom star came, our family began to die." Someone stood up and retorted.

"That's just a coincidence!" Yao Chengjun said angrily.

Suddenly, someone stood up again, this time it was an old middle-aged man.

"Coincidence? The broom star just came three days before grandpa died, and the second grandfather was next. Is this a coincidence? It's fine if there are two more dead, and a few of them have died. Do you have to ask the Yao family? Are you satisfied that they are all dead?!"

Like a big stone falling into a lake, the middle-aged man's words were not rude, and all the Yao family members present looked like they were filled with righteous indignation, and bluntly told Yao Chengjun to send Yao Tong away.

Yao Chengjun was trembling with anger, but he had no choice but to slap the table without saying a word.

Seeing this, the old and middle-aged man glanced at Yao Chengjun coldly.

"I have already contacted the orphanage and told them that we are not suitable for adopting Yao Tong, and they will send Yao Tong away the day after tomorrow."

Swish!

Yao Chengjun stood up all of a sudden, his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and his anger was three feet.

"I'm Cao Nima, Tongtong is Laozi's son, Laozi doesn't agree, who dares to send it away, I'll send Nima's away, believe it or not, Laozi will send you away first!"

Full of anger broke out at this moment!

He was like a lion, a mad lion.

However, the anger of this lion did not arouse the timidity of the crowd, but aroused the arrogance of the crowd.

"Chengjun, why are you talking to your third uncle, don't you know how to respect teachers and respect Taoism!"

"Chengjun, what are you yelling at! Third Uncle, this is for everyone's sake."

Yao Chengjun confronted the relatives of the Yao family, and they were about to fight.

At this time, a voice sounded.

"Fight, fight quickly, punch, Yao Chengjun, punch, punch, that uncle, punch and kick."

Wang Ping, Zhang Hao and others came over, and the speaker didn't have to think to know that it was Wang Ping.

Yao Chengjun, who was still arguing, was stunned, and all looked at Wang Ping.

At the same time, Wang Ping had already walked up to Yao Chengjun, he patted Yao Chengjun on the shoulder and said.

"Yao Chengjun, you punch, didn't you say you want to send your third uncle away, hurry up and send him to the sky with a punch."

Then, Wang Ping looked at the third uncle.

"Fight, fight Yao Chengjun, if you're a gentleman, go up."

Having said that, Wang Ping waved at the Yao family.

"I said what drama are you watching, don't put on a "what are you looking at me doing, I'm looking at you", tear it up, fight it, don't be a coward, whoever is cowardly is not a human being."

"Hey, that's the one, yes, what about you, you were so fierce just now, come on, haven't you heard what Confucius said? Don't force it if you can."

Quiet, the air was as silent as sudden death.

The whole place was silent.

The Yao family was stunned up and down, and what was originally a tense scene turned into a collective stun.

At this point, they only have one idea.

Who is this person? !

Seeing that Wang Ping was still instigating everyone to fight, with a look of "you monkey race Lei, fight quickly", the third uncle's anger died down in an instant, and he asked Yao Chengjun in a daze.

"Chengjun, who are you?"

Yao Chengjun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head blankly.

"I do not know him."

Everyone: "???"

do not know? Who is Nima?

In the current situation, there is a feeling that when the Three Qing Dynasty is about to fight in the prehistoric world, it suddenly feels like a horse-riding Soul Emperor.

Finally, Yao Chengjun, who was closest to Wang Ping, asked.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Wang Ping, I came here specifically to find you."

Wang Ping said, looking down at the little boy named Yao Tong beside Yao Chengjun.

"You are Conan, hello, I'm Wang Ping, Mao Lilan's boyfriend."

a long time.

Because of Wang Ping's intrusion, Yao Chengjun and his relatives could not quarrel, and Yao Chengjun and others finally asked what the intruder "Soul Emperor" was here for.

He is here to exorcise ghosts and help Yao Chengjun's family to exorcise ghosts.

Hearing the reason for Wang Ping's visit, Yao Chengjun immediately drove away Wang Ping, and some even wanted to fight Wang Ping.

It turned out to be a neuropathy.

However, before they could drive away Wang Ping, Wang Ping motioned Zhang Hao to perform Taoism.

Seeing Zhang Hao's Taoism that doesn't look like magic or stunt tricks at all, everyone really believes that Wang Ping is a Taoist priest and that ghosts really exist!

"Mr. Wang Ping, are you saying that our family didn't die because of sweeping... Yao Tong, but because of ghosts?"

The third uncle asked tremblingly, his expression pale.

The others were similar. When they heard that they were entangled by ghosts, their faces turned pale and their hearts trembled.

Wang Ping glanced at the third uncle, didn't bother to talk to the third uncle, and motioned Zhang Yan next to him to explain to them.

Zhang Yan stepped forward, looked at the third uncle indifferently, and said leisurely.

"Yao Tong is not a broom star at all, but a lucky star. You should thank him. Without him, you would not only die six, and the entire Yao family would die."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone was stunned, and their pupils shrank suddenly.

What does this mean?

At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly said: "Forget it, Yanyan doesn't need to explain to them, just let them see with their own eyes, where is your ancestral grave, take us to your ancestral grave."

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