Chapter 925 Five Emperors Money Sword (3)
Uncle Jiu picked up a copper coin, looked at the brand-new face of the coin, and asked suspiciously: "Huang Chao, haven't you been cheated by antique dealers? The appearance of this coin looks like new! How could it be so well preserved? Especially It’s these Kaiyuan Tongbao that have never been handed over.”
Huang Chao thought in his heart: "Of course, this is a souvenir from my collection. This batch of Kaiyuan Tongbao will be sent to the palace after casting." Yes, let's try it out. Uncle Nine, I have already told my father that he will bring some antiques from home, and you should use these coins all the time."
"Okay, I'll teach you how to make a copper coin sword." Uncle Jiu explained the main points while doing it, and Huang Chao imitated it at the same time. Looking at the neatly made sword made by Huang Chao, Uncle Jiu stared round his eyes under the one-character eyebrow, took a breath, and said with a smile: "Ha, ha, ha." There was really nothing to say. Why is it necessary to compare with this kind of genius? Isn't that self-inflicted?
He taught Huang Chao to consecrate the copper coin sword. Under the movement of the gossip mirror, the coin sword emitted a dazzling golden light, and strong yang energy and family fortune flashed in it, possessing the terrifying power to kill all evil spirits. This aura is several times stronger than Uncle Jiu's own money sword, and it also has an orthodox aura of China. As the saying goes, "Frost and dew are uniform, sterile and heterogeneous, the old state of Ji and Han, no bastards can be taken", it is more dignified and powerful than the money sword of the Tartars before the ninth uncle. The expulsion of the Tartars is not Huang Chao's own narrow-minded view, but it is what the father of the country (Harmony) Wen himself said.
The Zhou and Han dynasties did not have only one nation. Those who merged into China were their own people, and those who ruled and killed China as aliens were heterogeneous and bastards. The Japanese army in China is probably like this.
Among the five emperors' money swords, Kaiyuan Tongbao's light is far superior to others, like pearls, dotted in bright light bands, making them eye-catching and moving. Uncle Jiu was amazed: "Why are these Kaiyuan Tongbao so miraculous? Not only are they brand-new in appearance, but also contain far more power than others. Based on this, the power of the whole money sword has increased by 50%! Tang Taizong Li Shimin really deserves to be a generation Mingjun!"
After hearing this, Huang Chao felt quite complacent.
As soon as Master Huang talked about business with a group of people, he asked Huang Chaogong to take him home again. When he came back in the evening, he took two men and pushed a small cart of things to the gate of Jiushu Yizhuang. The cart was full of two bags of glutinous rice, weighing a total of two hundred catties, six or seven roosters of great steeds, a Chinese pastoral dog with black and shiny fur, and other cotton threads, red strings, yellow paper, and cinnabar. Pick up the best and buy a bunch.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai said happily: "Uncle Huang, you are so kind! There is so much food, when will we finish eating!"
Master Huang's mouth twitched: "Heh, heh, you're welcome." He looked at Uncle Jiu with a sympathetic look, and Uncle Jiu became furious, and slapped each of them: "Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat! This is to ward off evil spirits." Things for exorcising ghosts! Move them in for me soon.”
Master Huang was the host, and invited Uncle Jiu's master and apprentice to have a big meal in the restaurant in the town. Wencai and Qiusheng also received small gifts, and everyone was happy.
That night, the Yizhuang mourning hall was brightly lit.
"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and incense is most afraid of two shorts and one long, and it just burned like this." Uncle Jiu looked solemnly at the incense head in his hand, and walked up and down the hall. Not far away, there were altars and altars. The coffin of Mrs. Ren.
Uncle Jiu asked his apprentices to prepare paper, pens, ink, swords and swords, kill chickens to get chicken blood, mix glutinous rice and ink, inject mana with a gossip mirror, pour the mixed liquid into a cotton thread box, and make an ink fountain. Huang Chao watched quietly from the side, mentally perceiving the flow of Uncle Jiu's mana, which was not too strange, but as the whole ceremony progressed, the ink in the ink fountain was filled with a kind of yang energy. It formed a sharp contrast with Ren Weiyong's corpse in the coffin.
Interesting changes in power, Huang Chao showed a clear smile, only when he truly possesses mana can he understand this highly mysterious world,
The difficulty of obtaining the Void Return Seed has become very low, and people with mediocre aptitude may also step into the Void Return and achieve various magical effects. Beyond the laws of the previous world, both reality and illusion lose their inherent meaning in such a world. This is the main meaning of returning to the void.
"I don't know how much glutinous rice and chicken I have eaten. Such things can restrain zombies very much. It is drunk to think about it. Fortunately, zombies are not afraid of cooked glutinous rice, otherwise this picture will be full of the fragrance of rice dumplings. Eh? Zombie is also called big Zongzi, is there something to do with it..."
Huang Chao was thinking about it, while Uncle Jiu explained the origin of the zombies, and asked Wencai and Qiusheng to play the ink fountain for the coffin. Wen Cai snorted, "Why doesn't Junior Brother Huang play?"
Uncle Jiu glared at him, and Qiu Sheng said, "Junior brother Huang is just getting started, how can he play the ink fountain?" The two felt proud when they thought that Huang Chao still didn't know how to do this basic operation, and their movements became light and smooth, so they must pursue this The beauty in it.
"Huang Chao pack up your things, you two play the ink fountain well!" Jiu Shu ordered, and looked at Huang Chao again. Huang Chao has almost learned all the common sense of Uncle Jiu's "rituals". How could he not know how to play the ink fountain? But at this time, Huang Chao didn't ask to play. Uncle Nine has always set up Huang Chao's model in front of Wencai and Wencai, but at this time he chose to forget it. Huang Chao's work is more appropriate...
In this "silence is better than sound", the coffin of Mrs. Ren was marked with ink lines by Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng. The two joked later, chasing and fighting to leave the mourning hall, but neglected to "fill the entire coffin", because the base of the coffin was not bounced.
Uncle Jiu didn't intend to come over to check on the work either. Tonight's work ended with Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng fighting. Qiu Sheng chased and beat Wen Cai with a broom.
"Okay, beat the master? Huh? Ouch, my..." Uncle Jiu covered the top of his head, moaning and shaking the broomstick in his hand, "Ouch!"
Huang Chao looked on happily, but Qiu Sheng was so cruel, he even broke the broom head just now. He waited for Uncle Jiu to straighten up before he stepped forward and said, "Master, Qiusheng has gone out..."
In the middle of the night, the moonlight was cold, and in the dense forest, a pale mist rose inexplicably. A strange melody with the faint voice of a child came, and in the deepest part of the woods, a small sedan chair suddenly appeared, and four servants with stiff smiles were carrying the sedan chair. The burnt paper figurines are exactly the same...
Sitting in the sedan chair was a woman in a red wedding gown. She gently stroked her hair sideways, with a shy smile on her face. If she didn't look at the bleak and strange scene around her, she really looked like a woman who was going to meet her lover. dating woman.
However, the next moment, the sedan chair stopped suddenly, and the stiff smile of the paper figurine bearer disappeared, and he looked forward with fierce eyes. The gentle woman in the sedan chair showed a good-looking puzzled expression, opened the curtain, and saw a young Taoist priest in apricot-yellow Taoist robe, sitting carelessly on a branch in front of her.
As the night wind blew, his Taoist robe was lifted by the wind, spreading behind him like a wave.
"Miss Xiaoyu? Nice to meet you."