Chapter 32

The afternoon sun shines on the courtyard, warm and comfortable.

Su Yi was sitting in a bamboo chair, tying up a bunch of green wicker.

The courtyard has been thoroughly cleaned and is spacious and clean.

Hu Quan also carefully added quilts, bedding and other items, and repaired the vegetable border and pergola.

Wu Guangbin and other three doctors have returned to Xinghuang Medical Center for consultation.

On the contrary, it was Su Yi, the shopkeeper, who became more relaxed.

"Brother Su, what is this rooster for?"

Not far away, Huang Qianjun was boringly teasing a rooster he just bought.

This bird is extremely ferocious, with sharp claws and beaks, walking like the wind, and singing loudly.

Huang Ganjun brought more than a dozen servants together, and almost dug the city market three feet, only to find such a majestic big rooster.

"Kill, let blood."

Su Yi ordered casually.

After going through today's events, he suddenly discovered that it is not bad to have a chorus by his side, which can save a lot of time and energy.

"okay."

Huang Qianjun took out a short knife from his waist and started to work.

Not long after, a bowl of bright red chicken blood was brought to Su Yi's side.

"Okay, it's none of your business, you can go home."

Su Yi picked up a bundle of wicker sticks, and dipped the tip of the willow in the bowl of chicken blood.

Huang Qianjun hesitated: "Brother Su, in my opinion, all those who served for Wen Changqing in Xinghuang Medical Center have been driven away by you. If Wen Changqing knew, he would definitely not let it go. Do you want me to ask my father to warn me? Wen Changqing?"

Su Yi glanced at him and said, "If you are interested, go and find out for me, who is the best at casting weapons in Guangling City."

Huang Qianjun was refreshed and said: "Brother Su, this is a great thing to do, my Huang family monopolizes the craftsmanship business in the city, and there are more than thirty people just craftsman masters! What kind of weapons do you want to make? Although I say, I promise to let the best refiner work for you!"

Only then did Su Yi realize that the three major clans in Guangling City, the Wen family monopolized the herbal business, the Li family monopolized the grain and grain business, and the Huang family monopolized the refining business.

"I plan to cast a sword." Su Yi said.

Huang Qianjun immediately smiled and said: "Casting a sword? Then go to Wang Tianyang, Wang Lao's way of making swords is a must in Guangling City, and many people from other places come here to ask for a good sword from Wang Lao. ."

Su Yi nodded and said, "Come here tomorrow morning and take me to see him."

Huang Qianjun readily agreed and said, "Brother Su, is there anything else?"

When it comes to serving Su Yi, he is extremely enthusiastic.

"Go home now."

Su Yi waved his hand.

"Brother Su, then I'll come back tomorrow."

Huang Qianjun saluted and left.

He is very interesting, and if he sticks to Su Yi's side all the time, he will also provoke the other party's annoyance.

Just like when he used to go to the brothel, the most annoying thing was the squires his father sent to him...

After soaking the bundled wicker in the rooster's blood, Su Yi picked up another knife and chopped it on a three-foot green peach wood.

As the fine wood chips peeled off, a mahogany sword soon took shape.

Then, Su Yi got up from the bamboo chair, held the Taomu sword in front of him and looked at it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Just waiting for tonight."

Su Yi casually waved the peach wood sword, and glanced at the green wicker soaked in the blood of the rooster.

His eyes shifted immediately and landed on an old locust tree not far from the courtyard.

Sophora japonica, the ghost in the wood!

This tree is yin, and it is most likely to provoke ghosts and evils to parasitize on it.

And the layout of this courtyard is bad on the side of the locust tree. There are wells dug out, and the yin and evil spirits are rising from the ground, which will only turn this courtyard into a "haunted house" in the eyes of ordinary people.

"This well is obviously blocked. It seems that someone has already noticed that there is a problem in this well."

"But unfortunately, no one told me this..."

Su Yi was thoughtful.

...

writer.

Wen Changqing's residence.

"Father, just got the news, that bastard Su Yi took over the business of Xinghuang Medical Center on the first day, and kicked all the servants of our family away. Isn't this slapping our family in the face?"

Wen Jieyuan said angrily.

He is the son of Wen Changqing, nineteen years old, full of vigor, and has the perfect cultivation level of "refining meat" in the blood-moving realm. In half a year, he will go to Qinghe Jianfu to cultivate.

"I didn't expect this trash to be so cruel."

Wen Changqing frowned and said, "Where is he now?"

Wen Jieyuan said: "It is said that he settled in the haunted house behind the Xinghuang Medical Center."

"Um?"

Wen Changqing's eyes flashed a strange color, and his frowning brows stretched out, and said, "If that's the case, we don't have to do anything at all, and the waste won't survive tonight!"

"Why is this?" Wen Jieyuan was startled.

Wen Changqing recalled: "Nine years ago, there was a tragic incident in that haunted house, and a doctor and two pharmacists who lived in it all died suddenly and suddenly overnight."

"This incident caused a lot of uproar in the city, and it also seriously affected the business of our Xinghuang Medical Center."

"I spent a lot of money to hire a well-known wandering Taoist priest."

"This person's name is Wu Ruoqiu. When he entered the haunted house, he saw that there was a vicious ghost attached to the well next to the old locust tree!"

"According to Wu Daoshi's statement, unless you have a master-level cultivation, no one will be able to descend on that ghost!"

Hearing this, Wen Jieyuan was taken aback and said, "What happened later?"

Wen Changqing said: "Wu Taoist asked me to forge a batch of chains, and sealed the well with the secret technique of Qimen, saying that as long as the living people do not live in that courtyard, that ghost will never appear again."

Wen Jieyuan suddenly understood when he heard this, "So, as long as Su Yi lives in that haunted house tonight, he will surely die?"

Wen Changqing laughed, "It should be like this. In the past year, I have not understood why the old lady insisted that Ling Zhao marry this Su Yi. But no matter what, if Su Yi dies here, it will be a big deal to our Wen family. It's a good thing to say."

Wen Jieyuan nodded again and again and said, "Yes, now Cousin Lingzhao is about to become a 'guru disciple', how could Su Yi's crap match this status? As long as he dies, it will be a good thing for Cousin Lingzhao. ."

Wen Changqing's expression suddenly became serious and said: "This matter must not be disclosed to others, otherwise others will know that we know that there is a problem with the haunted house, and if we don't remind Su Yi, it will inevitably be implicated."

Wen Jieyuan smiled and agreed, "I understand, this is calling him suicide. Do you really think Xinghuang Medical Center is so easy to get? Speaking of which, it should be his mother-in-law Qin Qing who killed him Su Yi."

Wen Changqing scolded: "Don't be presumptuous, that is your third aunt, and Ling Zhao's mother, remember to show some respect in the future!"

Wen Jieyuan nodded in disapproval.

Night fell gradually.

After a busy day, the Xinghuang Medical Center has been called

Closed.

In the courtyard, Su Yi was sitting alone in the room, breathing and meditating, with qi and blood circulating all over his body, constantly kneading the fascia of his whole body.

This is the third level of "strengthening tendons" in the blood-moving realm.

The so-called strengthening of tendons is to use qi and blood to temper the fascia of the whole body, making it as tough as a bowstring and as soft as cotton wool, so that the body becomes as flexible as a civet cat.

The so-called rise like an arrow, fall like the wind, move like a civet cat, and can do things that are difficult for ordinary people to do.

The core of all this lies in "strengthening the tendons".

After the fascia is exercised, the strength of the whole body will also skyrocket.

In the cultivation of the blood-moving realm, it has been recognized since ancient times that "it is easy to refine the skin and flesh, but it is difficult to refine the bones and bones".

After a long time, Su Yi got up from meditating and drank the prepared cup of ginseng tea in one gulp, feeling the boiling power of the whole body, and he couldn't help but look forward to his actions tonight.

Since his reincarnation, he has never really fought in a real sense.

Who would have thought that the first opponent could be a ghost?

Next, Su Yi picked up the bundled wicker and peach wood sword, walked out of the room, moved a bamboo chair, and sat casually in front of the stone steps.

The bundle of willow sticks was soaked in the rooster's blood for several hours, and the green willow leaves and branches had faintly glowed with a faint blood color, and it was held in his hand like a soft whip.

The peach wood sword was leaned against the bamboo chair by Su Yi.

When he really needs to use a sword, it means that he needs to be real.

"In other blood-moving realms, even if you encounter ordinary ghosts, I'm afraid they are not opponents. However, in my previous life, I had a fight with the Ximing Ghost Emperor, and he was willing to bet and admit defeat, so he obediently sent a [Ten Fang Shura Sutra] Give it to me, it is said that it is the supreme Taoist scripture in the eyes of ghost Xiuyi..."

Su Yi sat there, his thoughts were flying.

The night wind was blowing, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

It was almost early morning, and the lights on the streets of Guangling City had been extinguished one after another, and the darkness was like a tide, submerging the earth.

The entire city seemed to have calmed down from the excitement and fell into sleep, with only the occasional barking of dogs coming from afar.

The sky is cloudy tonight, obscuring the stars.

In the courtyard where Su Yi was, only a candle in the room was flickering, and it looked dim and dim through the window paper.

Holding a wicker in his hand, he sat quietly in the darkness of the night, neither impatient nor impatient, calm and peaceful.

Only in that pair of eyes, there is a little bit of anticipation permeating.

Suddenly, on the old locust tree in the courtyard, the branches swayed, the leaves rustled, and in the night it was like a whispering sound.

On one side of the ancient well, the rusty and mottled chains on the manhole cover were like a group of awakened snakes, rubbing and squirming with each other, making a yowl-like hissing sound, which made one's teeth sour.

The air suddenly turned cold, like a cold snap in the middle of winter, piercing the bone marrow.

huh~

On the ground, as soon as a locust leaf fell, it was swept up by a gloomy wind, flying in the ink-like night, like countless shadows dancing wildly.

Su Yiqing's robe was blown by the wind.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

When a gust of wind blew the fallen leaves, he finally moved.

The right arm is raised, the wrist shakes.

A bundle of soft wicker with a faint blood-colored luster suddenly straightened and lashed down in the void.

Snapped!

Crisp like thunder, exploded in the night.

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