Copper Coins Chapter 52: Cheng Qi Bureau (3)

After being cut off, the hand has returned to the paper skin. It was hung on the paper talisman. It swayed with the breath of the ancestor Xue Xian, making people laugh and cry. All in all, you can see who's masterpiece it is.

Xuan Min turned his head and glanced at Jiang Shining, the latter coughed, and while hiding his severed hand from his sister, he smiled at Xuan Min: "I am curious about the master's paper charm, so I reached out and tried it. I tried..."

I don't believe this. After all, Jiang Shining has always been a respectful person. Even if he is really curious, even if he is suffocated to death, he will not pick up the paper talismans without asking Xuanmian. What's more, he has also seen Xuan Min's paper talisman along the way. Where did he get the curiosity?

Even a fool can guess that Jiang Shining must have been instigated by Xue Xian's threats.

Xuan Min looked back lightly, but didn't say much. He gently and skillfully took off the severed hand that had become a thin paper skin, and nodded to Jiang Shining: "Raise your wrist."

"Huh?" Jiang Shining was stunned for a moment before he could react.

He turned his body slightly, shielded his sister-in-law's eyes from behind, and stretched out the broken wrist. Because he was too worried about being seen by his sister, he was a little absent-minded throughout the whole process. Yu Guang was always paying attention to the movements of the two people behind him. He didn't understand how Xuan Min dealt with it. When he bowed his head, his hands were already connected, and there was not a single wound left, except for a shallow circle of bruises on his wrist.

Not only did they not sit together, but they even had their hands connected. A high monk is a high monk.

Jiang Shining squeezed his wrist for a while, and thanked him repeatedly: "If you have a hard time, next time..."

Xuanmin's eyes swept across his face lightly, Jiang Shining paused, and immediately shook his head and changed his voice: "There is no next time."

"Yeah." Xuan Min didn't seem to care at all, he turned around in response, and stood beside the unlucky Xue Xian again.

"Don't look at it, I've saved a lot of heart and blood. If I look at me so condescendingly, I can spit your face. Believe it or not?" Someone who couldn't be a demon was really aggrieved when he heard Jiang Shining's sentence "No Next time", he was even more resentful and wanted to grab Xuan Min's head with his bare hands.

Xuan Min had already raised his hand and pinched the end of the paper talisman. Hearing the words, he paused. He silently glanced at Xue Xian, then pulled his hand away decisively, and turned to walk towards the door.

When he turned around, the frivolous sleeves of the monk's robes floated up, and Xue Xian, who could only move his fingers twice, quickly grabbed the corner of the sleeves, stiffened his neck and pulled it twice, squinting his eyes in a condescending manner. Lowered his posture: "Come back, don't go, I'll make it hard not to spit you out..."

As soon as Xuanmin turned his head, he saw that this evil barrier shuddered, and silently rushed into the corner with a "bah".

As soon as this evil barrier finished "bah", as soon as he raised his eyes, he met Xuan Min's downcast gaze.

Xue Xian: "..."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian quibble: "What I just poked was blood."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian: "I've finished vomiting. Your face is saved."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian couldn't help but want to explode, but looking at Xuan Min's good-looking face, he reluctantly suppressed his temper. Under the paper talisman, he rolled his eyes with restraint, and said in his heart, "Okay, let me tell you the truth."

Thinking like this, he moved his fingers and grabbed Xuan Min's sleeve and pulled him in front of him.

He originally wanted to bring Xuan Min closer, so he spoke in a low voice, so that if he had to bow his head and bow his head, he would not be ashamed, because no one else could hear him. Not once or twice, it has already been broken and broken.

But he had just pulled the corner of his sleeve, before he had time to speak, when the bald donkey suddenly took the rat medicine, his attitude turned a big bend, and he took off the paper talisman with just a glance at him.

"Maybe there is something you're looking for in this deserted village, it's up to you..." Xuan Min took off the paper talisman and didn't make trouble with him. He just held onto the handle of the two-wheeler and turned Xue Xian around. He stood up, facing the scar-faced man and them.

Xue Xian had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart, and straightened his face, he said to the scarred-faced man, "If the things I was looking for were put here, it would have been a matter of the past six months. Have you been here in the past six months? , or passing by? Have you noticed any changes in this deserted village, such as wild grass and trees, or mountains and rivers?"

The scarred-faced man shook his head: "I really don't think so. After all, this place has become a barren village. We often spend our days in other towns and rarely pass by this place. It's a shame to say it. Qingming or Zhongyuan, we always Wherever I go, I buy some paper money and burn it on the spot. The last time I came here was last winter, and there was no—”

"I remember it!" Before the scar-faced man could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old woman behind him, "Don't say it, there really is! Class leader, you remember that every time we used to When the mountain road turns to the trail in front of the village, is that the first mountain and the old tree canopy you see?"

After her reminder, the scar-faced man was stunned for a moment, then he slammed his palm and said, "Oh yes! Thumb Mountain still has that old ginkgo tree! I said why, when I entered the village just now, I felt something strange. The water hanging on the Thumb Mountain is gone, the old ginkgo branches are bent badly, and the shape of the top of the Thumb Mountain is a bit strange. I didn't look carefully just now, and I don't remember what the strange method is. But——"

He frowned again and looked at Xue Xian: "Didn't the ground move a while ago? After all, this place is leaning against the mountain, and it shakes up and down twice. It is normal to have such changes. It can be considered as what you said. Is it weird?"

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows when he heard the words and said, "Forget it, why not."

Let's not say anything else, that is, the ground movement may have something to do with his keel.

"Which mountain are you talking about Thumb Mountain?" Xuan Min asked.

The scar-faced man stood by the window and pointed to the south through the torn window paper: "Hey—see it, just that one, Thumb Mountain Thumb Mountain, as the name suggests, it looks like it."

Xuan Min nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he met Xue Xian's gaze.

"I dig my own bones," said the ancestor.

Everyone in the room trembled: What is "one's own bones"? Which serious man's bones are buried in the ground to be dug? !

"Stop talking." As Xuan Min said, he picked up the wooden branch that Xue Xian had just drawn a circle, and neatly drew three lines on the ground, just right for the people in the room. It is divided into three areas - Jiang Shining and the others, the beggars of unknown origin, and the opera troupe.

After drawing, he pointed at the scar-faced man and said, "You can stay within this line. If you want to go out, you can walk out of the house by yourself." After that, he nodded and pushed Xue Xian. out the door.

Xu Dashan outside the house was extremely enthusiastic. When he saw the two of them going out of the house, he thought they were about to leave Wen Village, and he suddenly started to tug at them.

Compared to Jiang Shining, Xue Xian is definitely not a soft-hearted person. If he is really cold, he is like a person without heart and lungs, and the rock cannot be moved. But most of the time, he doesn't care much. Whether he can be persuaded or not depends on his mood.

At this time, Xu Dashan didn't know what kind of heart he liked, or maybe he was in a good mood, and he actually gave birth to some "kindness and hardship", so he said to Xu Dashan: "No Village, I just borrowed your two-wheeler to look around, and I returned it after reading it, after all, I have to return the car to you."

After hearing this, Xu Dashan felt more relieved. He smiled like a Maitreya, and said in a harmonious voice: "This two-wheeled car doesn't need to be returned. Xu could not be more pleased that the little brother added some usefulness. However, he must come back when he comes back. After drinking the drinks, my old friend from the troupe is going to be on stage.

Xue Xian had a serious look in front of people. Apart from his casual tone, he was generally polite and respectful. But once they left Xu's house and entered the white fog of the deserted village, someone put all of this behind him——

He has a car!

He doesn't have to be embarrassed by being carried around, he can go wherever he wants!

Xue Xian held back his emotions and rushed towards Xuan Min who was pushing the cart with restraint: "I was just worried about the ignorant gang in the room, so I let you push it, now you can let go, little one or two. It's just a wheelbarrow, I can still drive it."

Xuan Min glanced at him suspiciously, but finally let go. After all, he also knew that Xue Xian was holding back hard, and he would go crazy if he controlled this evil like this.

A man who can knock his head off can do anything when he's crazy.

However, as soon as Xuan Min released the handle on the back of the chair, he regretted it, because he had a real experience, what does it mean to "let go"——

It was only a matter of loosening his fingers, he only felt a gust of wind blowing from the flat ground in front of him, the wind howling like a dragon, and the white fog blinding his eyes. After he frowned and swept away the white mist that was blowing from his face, he found that the half-paralyzed man on the two-wheeled vehicle had disappeared without a trace of the person and the car, and he no longer knew where the waves were going.

Xuan Min: "..."

This is both expected and unexpected.

He really didn't expect this evil to be honest, but he didn't expect it to stop like this.

Xue Xian walked on the wind, half pushing and half supporting the two-wheeled vehicle and moving forward. It's just that he is used to using the wind to support the dragon's body. He rarely holds a chair like this. He lost his sense of strength for a while, and just waved a two-wheeled wheelchair out of the momentum of the wind.

When he came to his senses, he had already passed through most of Wen Village, and was only an inch away from the Thumb Mountain.

He slapped the armrest with a slap, and the wooden wheels on both sides of the chair were pressed by gravity, sunk into the mud, and stopped.

"Don't you lose that bald donkey?" The evil barrier actually muttered with the face, and began to think about how to show Xuan Min a way. In fact, Xuanmin's copper coin skewer was in his hand, and this copper coin skewer could actually make a sound and lead the way. But at this time, he never thought of it at all.

Xue Xian glanced at the thick fog around him, and then looked at the little hill in front of him that was barely exposed from the fog, and had an idea.

His so-called "ingenuity" often deviates from ordinary people's understanding. After all, the last time this ancestor had an idea, in mid-air, a tail flicked by a dragon, and threw the stone Zhang Lu 27 and the others directly into the lake, and made a pot of human meat dumplings.

As for this time...

Xuanmin, who melted into the white fog of the barren village, swept around, followed Xue Xian's faint trail and lifted his foot, and strode toward a certain direction, only to take a few steps, then suddenly Heard a mighty dragon roar.

Xuanmin raised his eyes in amazement, and saw a huge black dragon head suddenly sprang out from the dense fog in front of him, and said awe-inspiringly in his direction: "Here!" and then "Pfft" The ground retracted into the fog, and disappeared again. It was expected that the lower body was weak and could not support it.

Xuan Min: "…………………………"

However, Xue Xian's short-lived dragon body seemed to resonate with something in the mountains. The moment he retreated into the thick fog like a gopher, the ground of the entire deserted village trembled slightly.