"Ancient man, how much does this chair cost?"

The thin old man with a drunken eyes looked at the broken chair and shook his head: "It's broken like this, why are you still repairing it? Make a new one."

"That won't work." The middle-aged woman who came with a chair smiled, "The new three years, the old three years, and the repairs are another three years. This chair-"

"You have been in this chair for at least twenty years." The old man interrupted her, "It's been seven and three years, let's change it to a new one."

The woman sighed and said, "The year is not good this year, and I don't know how much food I can get... I can save as much as possible. Old Man Gu, see, how much does it cost to repair it?"

The ancient man also sighed, took the chair and looked it carefully, and said, "Twenty-four."

"This is too expensive! How much does it cost to build a new chair!"

"Thirty-months." said the old man, "that's why I said, you'll get a new one."

The woman was full of entanglement and hesitated for a while. Finally, she sighed: "It's better to repair it. When I collect the food next year, I will consider buying a new chair."

"Okay, leave the chair and bring the money to withdraw tomorrow."

After the woman left, the ancient man looked at the chair that was almost completely disbanded, shook his head, and a wrinkled smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"It's difficult to fix this!"

He murmured, going back to the room to get tools, and when he walked past the main hall, he suddenly stopped and looked at the portrait enshrined on the side wall.

As a carpenter, he naturally worshiped Master Lu Ban. But at this moment, behind the yellowed portrait, something seemed to be vaguely shining.

He was stunned for a moment and said to himself: "Really or false?" But he accelerated his pace. His figure flashed and he reached the front of the portrait. He bowed first and then opened the portrait. He saw a hole in the wall behind the portrait, and a gray wooden board was shining in it.

He hurriedly took out the wooden board, which contained eight words: "universal love", "non-aggression", "shang wise", and "shang Tong". What shines at this moment is the two words "universal love".

He swallowed and leaned the board against his forehead nervously, and then he heard a sound.

"The master has an order. The disciples of the Momen Guizhen level above the level will be gathered at the Hekui Town, Jingzhou before the first day of the fifth month. The disciples of the Guizhen below do not need to come."

Putting down the wooden board, he said to himself in confusion: "Since the Giant Dantu was killed by the Di family six hundred and twenty years ago, it is the first time in so many years that someone used Giant Order to summon people... Could it be that any ancestor of this sect has finally been resurrected?"

He thought about it and still couldn't figure it out, but he walked to the bedroom and dragged a black wooden box from under the bed.

The box is about one foot square and covered with fine patterns, which looks like an exquisite handicraft. It is just that it has lost a lot of dust because it has not been used for many years.

He rubbed the box and showed nostalgia.

"I really didn't expect that I was almost dead, and I was still the day when I was carrying this machine treasure box to the battlefield. Well, at least I didn't practice martial arts in this life..."

He murmured to himself, pressing his hand on the box a few times quickly, and only heard the clattering inside the box, then suddenly unfolded countless black lines, and with just a turn in the air, he became a boy with a look of a little similar to him. He wore an old linen cloth dress of the same style as him, and called "Grandpa" affectionately.

The ancient man smiled: "Fefei, go and repair the chair, put it at the door after it is repaired, and then we will set off."

"Where to go?"

"Go to Hekui Town, Jingzhou."

"What are you going to do?"

"Probably... I'm going to kill someone."

The boy suddenly showed a little entangled look and said hesitantly: "If you can not kill, it is better not to kill."

"Do I want you to remind me?" The ancient man's face suddenly became smelly, "I remember my mental method to avoid extravagance and indiscriminate killing!"

The boy then felt relieved and walked out quickly. In just a moment, he repaired the ragged chair, which looked like new.

As one of the most important magic weapons of the Momen, "thinking about it", although it is not a living person, in terms of carpenter skills, even the ancient man, the great master, is a bit inferior.

When the boy came back, the two packed up their things and went out with two big and small bags on their backs.

When he walked to the entrance of the village, the boy looked back and asked, "Will we come back?"

The ancient man was silent for a while, picked up the wine gourd hanging around his waist and took a sip, then said, "I won't come back, but maybe... someone will accompany you to continue living here."

His eyes passed over the old thatched hut and looked at the graves behind the village.

There, the descendants of the Mo family's Tianji lineage were buried.

These real people and masters who are strong enough to call the wind and rain have waited for their whole lives, but never waited for the order to summon them out of the mountain.

But no matter what, at least their descendants finally waited, and after so many years of waiting, they still had a result.

Similar situations have occurred in many places.

Bi Lingkong is a very decisive person (crow). Since she is determined to kill Emperor Cangqiong, she must do her best. She directly found the remaining forces of various schools of thought and negotiated and discussed one by one.

She knew all kinds of schools of thought and found all those who had a deep blood hatred with the Emperor family. For a long time, they had hidden in the dark, like wounded beasts, silently licking their wounds, waiting for the opportunity to revenge.

Once notified, they immediately took action and re-summoned the scattered hands.

Although the various schools of thought were swept by Emperor Jiazi, as the saying goes, there are three kilograms of nails. Among the hundreds of schools, there are many immortals and Buddhas who have been killed and resurrected. With these masters joining, even if Di Cangqiong is strong, she is confident that she will kill the pillar of the Emperor family and make the world of the Emperor family collapse.

For her, the only question is how many people will die in this battle?

Emperor Cangqiong is not a soft persimmon, on the contrary, he is very strong.

In the entire Jiuzhou of Daxia, Bi Lingkong was not sure that there were not many people who could win, but Emperor Cangqiong was among them.

This man is extremely talented and practices the unique skills of the Emperor's family. It is said that the martial arts he practices are the true teachings of Emperor Jiazi. In order to practice that unique skill, he also consumed the treasures passed down by Emperor Jiazi.

Bi Lingkong didn't know how he practiced, but she had fought with Di Cangkong several times. This man's martial arts was a blood cloud, which not only had earth-shaking power, but even every bloody storm could hurt people fatal.

When fighting with him, you must urge your own skills to the limit and form a circle of flawless shields around you so that you can avoid being killed in one move.

What's even more terrifying about Di Cangqiong is his recovery ability. No matter how much injury he suffers, he can quickly recover by swallowing blood. The storage magic weapon he carries with him will always store the blood of boys and girls, which is enough to recover from the brink of death at least ten times during the battle.

Faced with such an enemy, even if Bi Lingkong tried his best, the outcome of several battles between the two sides would be equal.

Now that I want to kill him, it is probably impossible not to be buried by him with a few top experts.

Thinking of this, Bi Lingkong couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!