After hearing this, the eight furnaces and cauldrons suddenly felt a trance.
When I looked at Pei Ling again, I felt that although the other party looked like the master and his aura was completely different,... the other party seemed to be his master?
Soon, this thought became deeper and deeper in their hearts. After a while, they were very sure that this was their master!
Owner.The eight furnaces and tripods immediately surrounded Pei Ling, acting coquettish and ignorant, wanting to serve him.
But at this time, I heard from the village chief: Your son is married today. Don’t sweep the face of your future mistress. Life will be difficult at that time. Let’s sit on the table next to you first.
After the wedding, I will listen to the mistress’s instructions and serve the young master.
The Eight Furnace Cauldrons did not hesitate at all, and left Pei Ling's side as he spoke and went to sit on the table next to him.
Looking at their convincing backs, the village chief smiled strangely.
These eight women are the young master's furnace and cauldron. There is a deep connection with the young master. Now that he regards his son as the young master, he can first separate some of the young master's fate like yesterday.
At the same time, Pei Ling felt that his whole mind was clear and his vitality was even more intense and full. If the system was not operating, the Dead Heart Technique would have been almost exposed because of his vitality.
Fate!
He got a part of his destiny again, and this destiny also had an indescribable sense of purity and heaviness.
After thinking for a while, Pei Ling understood that this time, what he got was not the fate of the village chief's son, but the fate of Kang Shaoyin!
These eight female cultivators were not his furnace cauldron at all, but Kang Shaoyin's furnace cauldron.
Kang Shaoyin's soul is still in his soul-raising bag at this moment.
At the moment, the village chief of Sang Village helped him fight for the story, but by chance, he also fought over Kang Shaoyin's fate!
Kang Shaoyin is the true teaching of the natural sect. His parents are both important people in the natural sect, and he is even listed in the Golden Book. There are sects that help him suppress his luck and hide his secrets.
Originally, this kind of genius was hard to kill first, and secondly, after being killed, there was almost no possibility of plundering his fortune and fate.
However, Sangcun has a close relationship with the Guidaoji, and Guidaoji, which is related to the Yousu Tomb in the four evil places, actually surpassed the secret treasure of the Tiansheng Sect and forcibly seized Kang Shaoyin's fate.
Just as Pei Ling was thinking about the lightning, the joy became louder. As before, the villagers came with colorful wedding sedan chairs dressed in one row. The time for the wedding was coming!
********************
Azu Village.
In the dilapidated mansion.
In a relatively complete room, there was a pile of fresh straw, and a simple bed was placed on it.
Qiao Ciguang lay quietly on the bed, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, his long eyelashes drooped, his eyes closed, and there was a coffin that was temporarily rushing to work next to him. The smell of the new paint has not yet dissipated.
Ruan Zhi and four junior sisters surrounded the side, their faces solemn.
Let's start, don't make a mistake.After a moment, Zhang Jing sighed softly and said solemnly.
Senior Sister Qiao came back yesterday and arranged for them today's task, taking over the position of the mourner, and dressing up her mourning.
When she first heard about this, she and the other three junior sisters were shocked.
But later Senior Sister Qiao explained the real purpose to them...
The senior sister already knows the secret of the village. At present, whether she wants to solve the problem or find the opportunity, she must pretend to die once before she can meet the mastermind behind the scenes and break the situation.
Therefore, the senior sister needs their cooperation very much!
Since they knew it was fake death, although the four of them were extremely worried, they were not completely desperate.
Now that he heard Zhang Jing's words, Ruan Zhi hurriedly stepped forward, carefully helped Qiao Ciguang up, first applied makeup, carefully painted her makeup, and then used the magic weapon comb sent by the village chief to comb Qiao Ciguang's hair.
One combs to the end of the hair, two combs with white hair and eyebrows, three combs with children and grandchildren all over the floor, four combs with permanent knots, five combs with gentlemen and sisters-in-law, six combs with good fortune, seven combs with good fortune, eight combs with a fortune, one book with great profit, nine combs with good food and a hundred flavors, ten combs with no taboos... In the empty mansion, four female cultivators sang unfamiliar hair comb songs with some trembling trembling.
After finishing the tenth combing, Qiao Ciguang suddenly opened his eyes like the little girl before!
Ruan Zhi, who was combing her hair, was shocked. If Chu Hanbei had not reached out to hold her, she would have almost dropped the magic comb.
I quickly calmed down and continued the process of crying.
After a while, they changed into the red wedding dress for Qiao Ciguang, checked each other for no mistakes or missed places, and then moved the person into the coffin.
At this moment, the funeral war between the drummers and coffin carryrs and other outsiders was also ready.
It's time to set off... Zhong Shizhu sent a voice reminder.
The other three nodded with serious expressions. Although Senior Sister Qiao was pretending to die this time, what she had to do was extremely dangerous.
These junior sisters must not drag each other down.
So they went out to call the casual cultivators who acted as coffin carryrs to enter, lifted the coffin and slowly went out.
Ah, you got on the sedan chair, tied a nail, and put a cover on your head. Today, you passed by the sedan chair. The Ming Dynasty didn’t think so... With the clear crying of four Suzhen Tianxi cultivators, the funeral team began to circumnavigate the entire village, and the fog gradually appeared and slowly wrapped everyone.
After a while, when I arrived at the door of the village chief's house, the village chief, who had already changed his clothes and ropes, strode out, shouted and walked, joined the team, left the village with the funeral team, and walked towards the depths of the fog...
********************
The huge tree is towering, and the thick fog is like porridge.
Suddenly, the joy of blowing and beating came, and then a team slowly appeared from the fog.
The leader of the team was wearing a bright red groom's robe, a soapy soft robe, a big red peony hairpin, a pale face, and a dull eyes, riding on a white horse as stiff as a puppet.
Behind him, a very sophisticated wedding team surrounded by a grandly dressed wedding sedan chair, marching happily.
Pei Ling seemed stiff at this moment, but his vitality in his body was so strong that it was unprecedented.
Since leaving the village, the system began to refine the two fates it had seized.
At this moment, the refining has been basically completed.
In the dark, he felt that he seemed to have gained a great benefit.
This benefit is not immediately reflected in strength and cultivation, but rather on the mysterious and indescribable fate.
The most intuitive point is that Pei Ling felt that his life span had far exceeded the limit of the first-grade golden elixir.
As long as there is no external influence, his current life span may be longer than that of some Nascent Soul cultivators.
Just as Pei Ling was experiencing this benefit carefully, a sound of sorrow came from not far away, and in his sight, a funeral team slowly emerged from the fog opposite.
When I looked at Pei Ling again, I felt that although the other party looked like the master and his aura was completely different,... the other party seemed to be his master?
Soon, this thought became deeper and deeper in their hearts. After a while, they were very sure that this was their master!
Owner.The eight furnaces and tripods immediately surrounded Pei Ling, acting coquettish and ignorant, wanting to serve him.
But at this time, I heard from the village chief: Your son is married today. Don’t sweep the face of your future mistress. Life will be difficult at that time. Let’s sit on the table next to you first.
After the wedding, I will listen to the mistress’s instructions and serve the young master.
The Eight Furnace Cauldrons did not hesitate at all, and left Pei Ling's side as he spoke and went to sit on the table next to him.
Looking at their convincing backs, the village chief smiled strangely.
These eight women are the young master's furnace and cauldron. There is a deep connection with the young master. Now that he regards his son as the young master, he can first separate some of the young master's fate like yesterday.
At the same time, Pei Ling felt that his whole mind was clear and his vitality was even more intense and full. If the system was not operating, the Dead Heart Technique would have been almost exposed because of his vitality.
Fate!
He got a part of his destiny again, and this destiny also had an indescribable sense of purity and heaviness.
After thinking for a while, Pei Ling understood that this time, what he got was not the fate of the village chief's son, but the fate of Kang Shaoyin!
These eight female cultivators were not his furnace cauldron at all, but Kang Shaoyin's furnace cauldron.
Kang Shaoyin's soul is still in his soul-raising bag at this moment.
At the moment, the village chief of Sang Village helped him fight for the story, but by chance, he also fought over Kang Shaoyin's fate!
Kang Shaoyin is the true teaching of the natural sect. His parents are both important people in the natural sect, and he is even listed in the Golden Book. There are sects that help him suppress his luck and hide his secrets.
Originally, this kind of genius was hard to kill first, and secondly, after being killed, there was almost no possibility of plundering his fortune and fate.
However, Sangcun has a close relationship with the Guidaoji, and Guidaoji, which is related to the Yousu Tomb in the four evil places, actually surpassed the secret treasure of the Tiansheng Sect and forcibly seized Kang Shaoyin's fate.
Just as Pei Ling was thinking about the lightning, the joy became louder. As before, the villagers came with colorful wedding sedan chairs dressed in one row. The time for the wedding was coming!
********************
Azu Village.
In the dilapidated mansion.
In a relatively complete room, there was a pile of fresh straw, and a simple bed was placed on it.
Qiao Ciguang lay quietly on the bed, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, his long eyelashes drooped, his eyes closed, and there was a coffin that was temporarily rushing to work next to him. The smell of the new paint has not yet dissipated.
Ruan Zhi and four junior sisters surrounded the side, their faces solemn.
Let's start, don't make a mistake.After a moment, Zhang Jing sighed softly and said solemnly.
Senior Sister Qiao came back yesterday and arranged for them today's task, taking over the position of the mourner, and dressing up her mourning.
When she first heard about this, she and the other three junior sisters were shocked.
But later Senior Sister Qiao explained the real purpose to them...
The senior sister already knows the secret of the village. At present, whether she wants to solve the problem or find the opportunity, she must pretend to die once before she can meet the mastermind behind the scenes and break the situation.
Therefore, the senior sister needs their cooperation very much!
Since they knew it was fake death, although the four of them were extremely worried, they were not completely desperate.
Now that he heard Zhang Jing's words, Ruan Zhi hurriedly stepped forward, carefully helped Qiao Ciguang up, first applied makeup, carefully painted her makeup, and then used the magic weapon comb sent by the village chief to comb Qiao Ciguang's hair.
One combs to the end of the hair, two combs with white hair and eyebrows, three combs with children and grandchildren all over the floor, four combs with permanent knots, five combs with gentlemen and sisters-in-law, six combs with good fortune, seven combs with good fortune, eight combs with a fortune, one book with great profit, nine combs with good food and a hundred flavors, ten combs with no taboos... In the empty mansion, four female cultivators sang unfamiliar hair comb songs with some trembling trembling.
After finishing the tenth combing, Qiao Ciguang suddenly opened his eyes like the little girl before!
Ruan Zhi, who was combing her hair, was shocked. If Chu Hanbei had not reached out to hold her, she would have almost dropped the magic comb.
I quickly calmed down and continued the process of crying.
After a while, they changed into the red wedding dress for Qiao Ciguang, checked each other for no mistakes or missed places, and then moved the person into the coffin.
At this moment, the funeral war between the drummers and coffin carryrs and other outsiders was also ready.
It's time to set off... Zhong Shizhu sent a voice reminder.
The other three nodded with serious expressions. Although Senior Sister Qiao was pretending to die this time, what she had to do was extremely dangerous.
These junior sisters must not drag each other down.
So they went out to call the casual cultivators who acted as coffin carryrs to enter, lifted the coffin and slowly went out.
Ah, you got on the sedan chair, tied a nail, and put a cover on your head. Today, you passed by the sedan chair. The Ming Dynasty didn’t think so... With the clear crying of four Suzhen Tianxi cultivators, the funeral team began to circumnavigate the entire village, and the fog gradually appeared and slowly wrapped everyone.
After a while, when I arrived at the door of the village chief's house, the village chief, who had already changed his clothes and ropes, strode out, shouted and walked, joined the team, left the village with the funeral team, and walked towards the depths of the fog...
********************
The huge tree is towering, and the thick fog is like porridge.
Suddenly, the joy of blowing and beating came, and then a team slowly appeared from the fog.
The leader of the team was wearing a bright red groom's robe, a soapy soft robe, a big red peony hairpin, a pale face, and a dull eyes, riding on a white horse as stiff as a puppet.
Behind him, a very sophisticated wedding team surrounded by a grandly dressed wedding sedan chair, marching happily.
Pei Ling seemed stiff at this moment, but his vitality in his body was so strong that it was unprecedented.
Since leaving the village, the system began to refine the two fates it had seized.
At this moment, the refining has been basically completed.
In the dark, he felt that he seemed to have gained a great benefit.
This benefit is not immediately reflected in strength and cultivation, but rather on the mysterious and indescribable fate.
The most intuitive point is that Pei Ling felt that his life span had far exceeded the limit of the first-grade golden elixir.
As long as there is no external influence, his current life span may be longer than that of some Nascent Soul cultivators.
Just as Pei Ling was experiencing this benefit carefully, a sound of sorrow came from not far away, and in his sight, a funeral team slowly emerged from the fog opposite.
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