Infinite Script Killing

Sun Shaohu's expression suddenly changed, and everyone in the yard seemed to be frozen in place.

Mr. Yang, who had just spoken to Xu Tong, tugged at the corner of Xu Tong's clothes and looked at him anxiously: "Why are you from the Seventh Sect? You killed me."

When Xu Tong saw this, he immediately understood what was going on.

In the final analysis, the master killed too hard back then and dragged the old guys from the entire era to be buried with him, which led to the severance of many inheritances.

Everyone in the Nine-Level Sect was offended. When Master Song was buried, no matter how much money Mr. Song offered, not a single ringer team was willing to come.

I thought that after so many years and the place was so remote, the things in the early years would have disappeared with the passage of time. I didn't expect that people still remembered this grudge.

It’s not my fault. After all, Qiu can’t be easily forgotten.

I am not qualified to ask others to let go of their past grudges. ,

Therefore, facing Sun Shaohu's cold face, Xu Tong was not afraid at all. Instead, he nodded and admitted: "Exactly."

As he spoke, he took out the Demon Bell in his hand.

With a slight sway, the sound of the Kongyou soul-stirring bell suddenly changed the expressions of everyone present. Those present were all masters of musical instruments, and they could tell whether the magic bell was real or fake as soon as they heard it.

Sun Shaohu frowned and said, "Are you from the Wang family?"

"Both families, Xue Gui is my master."

In fact, he could have said that he inherited the inheritance of the Wang family, but Xu Tong didn't bother to do so.

Now that he has worshiped Mr. Song and recognized his master, he is the direct descendant of the Seven Sects of the Eight Classics. He can even say that he is now a talker of the Seven Sects with upright Miaohong roots.

Sure enough, Sun Shaohu said with a smile when he heard this: "Okay, back then, there were three branches of paper-tying skills in Meihuazhuang, and you alone own two. Now you still have the Demonic Bell, and the Seven Sects can be regarded as follow-up people." .”

After saying that, Sun Shaohu slowly walked to the table stand, picked up the suona on the table stand, pointed at Xu Tong and said angrily: "Since you are a talker in Qi Sect, tell me about the account of your master Xue Gui back then. , how to calculate it!"

"Oh, what are you doing? It's been so many years. What does it matter to you and him, a young young man?" Mr. Yang hurriedly stepped forward to stop between the two, looked back at Xu Tong and said: "You go away, don't come back again." Come on, let’s go.”

But neither Sun Shaohu nor Xu Tong paid attention to Yang Lao's words. At the same time, several young people in the family stood up with unkind expressions and silently closed the door.

Seeing this, Mr. Yang became even more anxious. He pointed at the boys who were closing the door and cursed: "You bastards are rebelling. Who told you to close the door? Open it. It's not a big deal."

At this time, Mrs. Mei stepped forward, grabbed Mr. Yang's arm and pulled him back.

"Old Yang! There always has to be an explanation for things. The old lady is still buried on Beiman Mountain. It has been so many years. Back then, the Three Religions came forward to prevent us from settling accounts with the Seventh Sect. Now the people from the Seventh Sect have brought this matter to us. Always tell the truth.”

"That's right, Mr. Yang, Jianghu is about Jianghu, and it's time for Qimen to give an explanation to our family."

The bearded man took the cymbal from his waist.

"Luo Ying, Aunt Mei, you..." Mr. Yang glared angrily. After so many years, people are almost in the coffin. What seven gates, what hatred, how many years ago.

When they kicked off their legs, they didn't know if the ringing team was still there. It was really not worth going to war over this matter.

"Lao Yang!"

Seeing the angry look on Mr. Yang's face, Xu Tong comforted him and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm here even though I'm here. I'm not afraid of anything. Just sit down and rest. We'll talk again later."

As he spoke, Xu Tong put away the Demon Bell and looked at Sun Shaohu in front of him: "How do you want to explain?"

"Back then, your master asked my old lady to die in a foreign country. Now in the era of rule of law, I don't want your life. Just leave a pair of hands. I'll give you five million, which will be enough for you to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life. How about it."

Sun Shaohu stared at Xu Tong's hands. The craftsman pointed at these two hands when he was eating. Even though Qimen has long existed in name only and papermakers have been eliminated by the times, the unique skills of these hands are still preserved. .

By leaving these hands and placing them in front of the old lady's tomb, Qi Men would give an explanation to their family.

Xu Tong looked at his hands, raised his head and said casually: "That's not possible, we can't lose the ancestral craftsmanship."

"Then it depends on your ability. Send him on his way!"

After Sun Shaohu finished speaking, bearded Luo Ying and Mei Jiugu rushed to Xu Tong at the same time.

The two copper cymbals looked like two blades, and they made a sharp whistling sound when they were swung. However, Xu Tong seemed too naive. He didn't know much about martial arts, he only knew how to handle five animals and close combat. But his superhuman physique itself has special bonuses.

In the eyes of others, Luo Ying's cymbal swings were fierce and fierce, but even in the last script world, Luo Ying's strength was barely at the level of a third-rate practitioner.

Not even as good as the boxers from those martial arts schools.

Xu Tong didn't even dodge, he saw the opportunity and lightly kicked Luo Ying down to the ground.

At this time, Mrs. Mei flew up and kicked Xu Tong, but Xu Tong just stepped back and dodged, pinching his nose in disgust: "Grandma, you should wash your feet."

"Dry tongue!"

The blow missed, and several young men around quickly pushed the two cowhide drums in front of Aunt Mei.

Two drumsticks struck, and a roar of thunder came.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Qiang~" The drums sounded together, and Luo Ying followed suit and started clapping the cymbals in his hands.

Xu Tong stood there and watched, wanting to see how much magical power the inherited sounding team still had in today's world.

However he was disappointed.

No matter how hard Mei Jiugu and Luo Ying tried, the sound was already deafening. Some young people around him couldn't bear it and covered their ears, but he just felt that the noise was just too loud.

Other than that, I didn't feel any discomfort.

"Is it possible that the inheritance from the past only has so little ability to play gongs and drums now?"

Xu Tong smiled and looked at Sun Shaohu: "If that's all, I don't think your family's debt needs to be settled. If it does, it won't be your family's turn."

"Arrogant!!"

Sun Shaohu and others had an expression on their faces. They wanted to test the depth of this young man first, but they didn't want to make them a laughing stock. They were shocked and angry in their hearts. What was shocking was that they couldn't see through the depth of this young man. They only felt the difference between Luo Ying and Mei Jiugu. Human temptation is like a stone thrown under a cliff, without even a sound being heard.

What makes me angry is that this kid is too crazy. Even if he is Xue Gui's disciple, is he still Xue Gui? ?

I saw Sun Shaohu squinting at Mr. Yang: "Everyone is knocking on your door, do you really want me to take off the signboard of our Sun family's loudspeaker class?"

When Mr. Yang heard this, his fingers trembled involuntarily, and he looked at the large-character sign hanging in the living room: "Qi Ming Jiutian"

This is a plaque kept by the Grand Master.

It is said that at that time, in order to compete for this plaque, nine sound instrument troupes took turns on the stage. The grand master played until the end, and the suona was stained red with blood.

Now that Sun Shaohu said he wanted to remove the signboard, he meant to smash the plaque and end the Sun family class.

"Why!!"

Mr. Yang cast an apologetic look at Xu Tong and took the Chang Sheng from his apprentice.

Seeing this, Sun Shaohu showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and then looked at Xu Tong: "Don't say that we bully you, this funeral song is not a praise for a person of high moral character, and if I give it to you today, it can be regarded as raising the price for you."

"oh!"

When Xu Tong heard this, he looked forward to it: "Okay, but if you can't send me away, I want the suona in your hand."

Sun Shaohu was stunned for a moment. This suona was passed down from his family, and it had extraordinary significance. But then he thought about it and found it ridiculous. If the four of them couldn't even deal with a young man, what's the use of this thing.

"Young man, it's still too late to leave your hands." Mei Jiugu reminded that the funeral song is to open the way for the Yin gods to send the souls to the burial. In ancient times, some special people were filled with resentment after death and could not be buried. There is a situation where the coffin cannot be lifted up no matter what, and even if it is buried in the soil, it will crack from the soil.

At this time, a ringer class is needed to forcefully send him to the burial with funeral music.

If he wasn't an extraordinary person with great evil and kindness, he might not be able to escape death.

After all, Mei Jiugu didn't want to kill anyone. She spoke now in the hope that Xu Tong could retreat despite the difficulties.

However, facing Mei Jiugu's advice, Xu Tong moved the bench aside and took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket: "Please start your performance."

"court death!"

Seeing that this boy didn't know how high the sky was, Gu Gu Mei was heartbroken and hit the big cowhide drum in front of her with two drumsticks.

The drums sounded loudly, and with the sound of the drums, a strong wind visible to the naked eye rolled up the leaves on the ground.

"Clang~di~!" The copper cymbals and the Changsheng sounded at the same time.

As the music played, Xu Tong was surprised to find a familiar breath blowing against his face.

"Between reality and fiction!"

He was nervous. He didn't expect that the patent of being a grand master could be presented in such a way.

wrong.

This is not a complete illusion, but more like a fake...it's just a little stronger than the half-step master's illusory technique.

So does this mean that even if you are not a great master, you can still show the difference between reality and reality through other means?

For example, formation?

Just when Xu Tong's mind was wandering and his mind was racing with thoughts.

When Sun Shaohu's suona sounds, this sense of picture becomes even more real.

The shrill sound of the suona seems to lead the rhythm of the entire song.

Great sorrow and great joy, great rise and fall, great joy and great mourning, in the blink of an eye, thousands of years appear in the world. When you look back, it is just a handful of loess, and right and wrong are nothing but the disappearance of human life and death.

A gray aura of death rushed towards his face.

It was obviously still noon and the sky was bright, but people just felt that the cold wind was biting and their whole bodies were freezing. The young disciples who were standing by had already escaped from the door long ago.

But there were also a few who were disobedient and clung to the wall to take a peek. As a result, their faces were all blue from the cold, and they felt like they had no energy left in their bodies even if they wanted to escape.

"Dingling...Dingling..."

At this time, Xu Tong suddenly heard the sound of chains clashing in his ears. When he turned around, he saw two little guys with sinister features, carrying chains, emerging from nowhere and running towards him.

As he walked, he sang in his mouth.

"Gold ingots, silver ingots, and thin paper money are not too little. I close my eyes, kick my legs, and listen to the sound of the suona for half my life."

The two little guys were singing happily, and I don’t know who intervened: "Red umbrella, white umbrella, let’s lie down together after eating."

Without regaining consciousness for a moment, he started singing along.

"Lie down on the board, sleep in the coffin, and then bury them together...

Huh? ? Did you sing it wrong?

Who changed it? ? "

The two little guys took a closer look and saw Xu Tong squinting at them, not forgetting to wave to them.

When the two little guys saw this, they couldn't help but came over suspiciously.

Just as he was about to speak, Xu Tong took out a thick stack of guide money, waved it and threw it out: "This is for you."

The large piece of white guide money immediately made the two kid's eyes light up. They ignored Suona's instructions and started to fall to the ground to pick up the guide money.

Sun Shaohu blew hard, and the veins on his forehead bulged high, as if he wanted to remind these two brats what they were here for.

But the kid only had money in his eyes and ignored Sun Shaohu's instructions.

If he could still curse at this moment, Sun Shaohu would have personally greeted the eighteenth generation of these two brats.

I was even more surprised. I didn't expect that the young man in front of me was really a good paper maker.

I saw stacks of money being thrown out by Xu Tong.

Like free snowflakes, the two little ghosts were lying on the ground, like puppies begging for food. Xu Tong even only needed to take out a wad of money and put it in his hands, and the two little ghosts were already like It was as if he had cast a restraining spell, staring at Xu Tong with wide eyes, waiting for him to spill the money.

Xu Tong looked sideways at Sun Shaohu, his contemptuous look making Sun Shaohu grit his teeth in anger and his eyes turned red.

This time, the tune suddenly changed, from the original joy and sorrow to something brisk and sharp.

As soon as the song changed, the surrounding temperature dropped again. I saw a huge ghost figure walking out of the darkness, opening its big hand and grabbing Xu Tong head-on...