I Just Want To Be Quiet

Hearing these words, the eight famous furnace tripods suddenly felt a trance.

When I look at Pei Ling again, I just feel that although the other person is not like the owner at all, and the aura is completely different, but...the other person does seem to be his own owner?

Soon, this idea became deeper and deeper in their hearts, and after a while, they were very sure that this was their master!

"Master." The eight furnace tripods immediately surrounded Pei Ling, acting coquettishly and wanting to serve him.

But at this time, I heard the village chief say: "The son is getting married today, you maids, don't sweep the face of the future mistress, you will have a hard time, go and sit on the table next to you."

"After the big wedding, listen to the mistress's instructions and serve the son."

The eight furnace tripods did not hesitate at all, and Yiyan left Pei Ling's body and went to sit on the table next to him.

Seeing their convincing backs, the village head smiled strangely.

These eight women are the son’s furnace tripod, and they have a deep relationship with the son. Now that they regard his son as the son, they can share part of the son's life, just like yesterday.

At the same time, Pei Ling felt that the whole mind was clear, and the vitality in the body was more surging and full. If it weren't for the system's operation [Withered Heart Technique], it would almost be exposed because of the majestic vitality.

Fate!

He got another part of the fate, and this part of the fate still carries an indescribable sense of purity and weight.

After a little thought, Pei Ling understood that this time, he was assigned not the fate of the village chief's son, but the fate of Kang Shaoyin!

These eight female cultivators were not his furnace tripod at all, but Kang Shaoyin's furnace tripod.

Kang Shaoyin's soul is still in his soul-raising bag at the moment.

At the moment, the village chief of Sang Village helped him fight for the road, but by mistake, he also fought for Kang Shaoyin's fate!

Kang Shaoyin is the true biography of the natural teachings. His parents are important figures in the natural teachings, and he himself is listed in the gold book. There are sects to help him suppress the luck and hide the secrets. Originally, this kind of arrogance was difficult to kill first, and secondly, after killing, there was almost no possibility of plundering his luck and fate.

It’s just that Sangcun has an inextricable relationship with [Cursed Ghost Daoji], and [Cursed Ghost Daoji], which is related to the secluded graves of the four fierce places, has crossed the secret treasure of the natural religion and forcibly captured Kang Shaoyin. Fate.

Just as Pei Ling’s thoughts turned, the joy became louder. As before, the villagers came with a colorful sedan chair dressed up, and it was time to welcome her!

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Catalpa Village.

Dilapidated mansion.

In a relatively intact room, piles of fresh straw are stacked on top of which a simple bedding is placed.

Qiao Ciguang lay quietly on the bed, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, with long eyelashes drooping, lying closed, with a temporary coffin next to him. The smell of the new paint has not yet dissipated.

Ruan Zhi and the other four junior sisters surrounded them with solemn expressions.

"Go ahead, don't go wrong." For a moment, Zhang Jing sighed gently, and said solemnly.

When Sister Qiao came back yesterday, she arranged for them today's task to take the place of the crying widow, dressing and crying for her.

When first heard about this, she and the other three junior sisters were shocked.

But then Sister Qiao explained to them the real purpose...

The elder sister already knew the secrets of the village. At the moment, whether she wanted to solve the problem or find an opportunity, she had to feign death once before she could see the mastermind behind the scenes and break the situation.

Therefore, the sisters need their cooperation very much!

Knowing that it was suspended animation, although the four of them were extremely worried, they were not completely desperate in their hearts.

After listening to Zhang Jing's words, Ruan Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and carefully lifted up Qiao Ciguang, first applied cream powder, painted makeup carefully, and combed Qiao Ciguang's hair with the magic comb sent by the village chief.

"One comb to the end of the hair, two with white hair and eyebrows, three with children and grandchildren on the floor, four with a permanent knot, five with a shun Wengao, six with a blessing, seven with good luck, eight with a profit. , Nine combs with music and various flavors, ten combs with no taboos..." In the empty mansion, the four female nuns tremblingly sang unfamiliar combing songs.

After the tenth combing, Qiao Ciguang suddenly opened his eyes like the little girl before!

Ruan Zhi, who was combing her hair, was startled. If it hadn't been for Chu Hanbei to stretch out her hand to support it, she would almost drop the magic comb.

I quickly settled my mind and continued the process of crying.

After a while, they changed Qiao Ciguang's red wedding gowns sent by the village chief, checked each other for errors and omissions, and then moved them into the coffin.

At this moment, the drummers and coffin bearers outside are also ready for the funeral.

"You can go..." Zhong Shizhu reminded through sound transmission.

The other three nodded solemnly. Although Senior Sister Qiao had suspended her death this time, what she had to do was extremely dangerous.

These juniors must not hold back each other.

So they went out and summoned the casual practitioners who were carrying the coffin to enter, lifted the coffin, and walked out slowly.

"My son, you got on the sedan chair, nailed it, and put a face towel on your head. I passed by the sedan chair today. I can't help thinking about it in the Ming Dynasty..." accompanied by the crisp crying and singing of the four original female repairmen, the funeral The team began to circle the entire village, and the fog gradually appeared, slowly enveloping everyone.

After a while, when he arrived at the door of the village chief’s house, the village chief who had changed the linen rope strode out, shouting "Go", joined the team, and left the village with the funeral team, and walked towards the depths of the fog... …

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The huge trees towered into the sky, and the fog was like porridge.

Suddenly, the joy of blowing and beating came, and then, a line of people slowly emerged from the fog.

The head of the team, wearing a bright red bridegroom's official gown, wearing a soft soap color, a red peony on a temple, a pale complexion, and a godless eyes, riding on a white horse as rigid as a puppet.

Behind him, a rather sophisticated welcoming team, surrounded by a grandly dressed sedan chair, marched beamingly.

Pei Ling seemed stiff at the moment, but the vitality in his body was stronger than ever.

From the moment he left the village, the system began to refine the two life forms.

At this moment, the refining has been basically completed.

In the dark, he felt that he seemed to have received a great benefit.

This kind of benefit is not immediately reflected in the strength and cultivation base, but acts on the mysterious and indescribable "fate".

The most intuitive point is that Pei Ling feels that his longevity has far exceeded the limit of First-Class Golden Core.

As long as there is no external influence, his current life span may be longer than some monks in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Just as Pei Ling was experiencing this benefit in detail, there was a sound of sorrow and music not far away, and a line of funeral teams slowly emerged from the fog on the opposite side of the line of sight.