Chapter 925: 5 Emperor Money Sword (3)

Uncle Jiu picked up a copper coin and looked at the brand-new money face. He wondered and asked: "Huang Chao, aren't you cheated by antique dealers? The appearance of this money is like new! How could it be preserved so well? Especially It ’s these Kaiyuantongbao, it ’s hardly passed by.

Huang Chao thought: "Of course, this is a souvenir from my collection. The Kaiyuan Tongbao was cast and sent to the palace." He didn't intend to lie with Uncle Ji, and he made a straightforward suggestion: "Although I look at the new one, can I? Yes, we will give it a try. Uncle Jiu, I have already told my father that he will bring some antiquities from his house. You still use these coins. "
"Okay, I will teach you how to make a bronze sword." Uncle Jiu explained the main points while doing it. Huang Chao imitated the movements without any omissions. The two were almost done at the same time. Uncle Jiu looked at the neat sword made by Huang Chao, his eyes under his eyebrows were rounded, he took a breath and smiled, "Ha, ha, ha." There was really nothing to say. Why should it be compared with this kind of genius, is it not to find oneself uncomfortable?
He instructed Huang Chao to open the bronze sword. Under the removal of the gossip mirror, the gold sword gave off a brilliant golden light, and a strong yang and clan luck flashed in it, possessing the terrible power to kill all evil spirits. This momentum is several times stronger than that of Jiu Shu's own money sword, and has a more Chinese orthodox momentum. As the so-called "Frost dew is uniform, sterile, heterogeneous, Jihan old state, no hybrids", it is more upright and powerful than the money sword of the uncle before Jiu Shu. The expulsion of the gargoyles is not Huang Chao ’s own narrow opinion. This is the words of Sun Yat-sen (Harmony), the father of the country.
The Zhou and Han dynasties were not only one nation. Anyone who melted into China was their own, and those who ruled and murdered China as aliens were aliens and hybrids. This is probably the case for the Japanese army in China.
Among the five emperors' money swords, Kaiyuan Tongbao's light is far more than others, as if it were pearls, dotted in the bright light band, it looks dazzling and moving. Uncle Ji was amazed: "Why are these Kaiyuan Tongbao so amazing? Not only is the brand new, but also contains more power than others, and as a foundation, the power of the money sword has increased by 50%! Tang Taizong Li Shimin is really a generation. Mingjun! "
Huang Chao listened, quite complacent.
Mr. Huang had just talked to a group of people about business, and then Huang Chaogong was sent home. When he came back at night, he brought two men and pushed a small cart into the door of Jiuzhu Yizhuang. The car was filled with two bags of glutinous rice, two hundred catties, and tied with six or seven Shenjun big cocks, a Chinese furry dog ​​with black fur, and other cotton threads, red rope, yellow paper, and cinnabar. Pick the best and buy a bunch.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said happily: "Uncle Huang, you are so good! So much food, when will we finish it!"
Master Huang's mouth twitched: "Oh, heh, you're welcome." He looked at Jiu Shu with a sympathetic look. Jiu Shu was furious and rewarded them with a slap: "Eat and eat! You know that you eat! This is evil. Things for exorcism! Don't move me in yet. "
Master Huang is the host, please ask Master Jiu apprentice to have a big meal in the restaurant in the town, everyone is full of food and drink, and the guests and hosts are happy. Wencai and Qiusheng also received small gifts, and everyone was happy.
That night, the Yizhuang Lingtang was brightly lit.
"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and the most bogey is two shorts and one long, but they burned like this." Jiu Shu looked at the incense head dignifiedly and walked around the hall. Not far away, he placed a table and Grandpa Ren's coffin.
Uncle Ji prepared the apprentices with paper, ink and swords, killing chickens and taking chicken blood, reconciling glutinous rice and ink, injecting mana with a gossip mirror, pouring the mixed liquid into a cotton thread box to make an ink fountain. Huang Chao looked quietly at the side, spiritually perceiving the uncle Jiu's mana flow, which was not too strange, but as the whole ceremony proceeded, the ink in the ink fountain was full of a yang power. It is in sharp contrast with Ren Weiyong's corpse in the coffin.
Interesting power changes, Huang Chao showed a clear smile, and truly possessed mana, only to understand this high mysterious world, the difficulty of obtaining the seeds of returning to the virtual became very low, and people with mediocre qualifications may also step into the virtual. To achieve all kinds of magical effects. Before the detachment, the laws of the world, truth and illusion have lost their inherent meaning in such a world. This is the main meaning of returning to emptiness.
"The glutinous rice and chicken were eaten somehow, but this kind of thing can restrain the zombies incomparably. It is also drunk when you think about it. Fortunately, the zombies are not afraid of cooked glutinous rice, otherwise this picture will be full of the fragrance of dumplings. Hey? Zongzi, does it matter ... "
Huang Chao thought about it one by one, and on the other side, Jiu Shu explained the origin of the zombie and asked Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng to play ink for the coffin. Wen Cai hummed: "Why didn't Brother Huang play?"
Uncle Jiu stared at him, Qiu Sheng said: "Brother Huang has just started, how can he play the ink fountain?" The two of them thought that Huang Chao wouldn't have this basic operation, they were very proud, and their movements became light and free. The beauty.
"Huang Chao packs things, you two play the ink fountain!" Jiu Shu asked, and looked at Huang Chao again. Huang Chao has almost learned all the common sense of Jiushu's "rituals". How could he not do this operation like ink fountain? But at this time, Huang Chao did not ask to play, Jiu Shu had been standing up in front of Wen Cai and Huang Chao typical ~ EbookFREE.me ~ But at this time he chose to forget, Huang Chao's work is more appropriate ...
In this kind of "silent victory over sound", Ren Lai's coffin was shot by Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng. The two later joked and chased and left the hall, but ignored the "bomb full of the coffin", and the base of the coffin was not popped.
Uncle Jiu didn't mean to come to check the work. Tonight's work ended in a fight between Wencai and Qiusheng. Qiusheng chased Wencai with a broom. Wencai squatted at the door, just as Jiu Shu turned out from behind the door, and Qiusheng swept the Jiu Shu with his broom.
"Wow, hit the master? Ah? Oh, my ..." Uncle Jiu covered his head and hummed his broomstick, "Ouch!"
Huang Chao looked at the side and wanted to have fun. Qiu Sheng was really cruel. He just interrupted the broom head just now. He waited for Jiushu to straighten up before he stepped forward and said, "Master, Qiu Sheng is out ..."
Late at night, the moonlight was cold, and inexplicably the white mist rose from the forest. A faint tune with a faint childish voice came, and in the deepest part of the woods, a small sedan suddenly appeared, and four little men with stiff smiles carried the sedan, with the same smile on each person's face. The burnt paper people are exactly the same ...
A woman in a red wedding dress was sitting in the sedan chair. She gently touched her hair sideways, with a shy smile on her face. If you do n’t look at the cold and strange scenes around, it really looks like a go and love Dating woman.
But at the next moment, the sedan suddenly stopped, the paper man's stiff smile disappeared, and he looked forward with fierce eyes. The gentle woman in the sedan chair showed a good-looking doubtful expression, opened the curtain, and saw a young Taoist dressed in apricot yellow robe, sitting on the tree branch in front.
The night wind blew, and his robe rose with the wind, spreading behind him like a wave.
"Little Jade Girl? Thank you."