"I do know a little, but that's all about the information from forty years ago." The owner of Qisheng Fu Mansion explained softly: "Forty-three years ago, I was running around the world. On the way, I passed a village in the eastern part of China. At that time, the whole village was sacrificed by people with cruel methods, and no one was alive. The purpose was to create resentment and gather resentment ghosts. This was the method of evil ghost cultivation."

"I was so angry that I made a big vow to kill the evil ghost cultivator. Afterwards, I followed him for a long time, and unfortunately I only killed a few insignificant ghost cultivators. However, from them, I found the three-claw mark beast head mark mark."

When the Lord of Qisheng Fu Mansion was young, he was a man with a sense of justice, the kind who had a sense of justice too much.

Moreover, when he was young, he had a hot personality and liked to make big vows when encountering unfair things.

Just like the evil ghost cultivator slaughtering the village incident, he made a great vow to use heaven and earth as evidence to swear to eradicate these evil ghost cultivators who created resentful ghosts.

He made nearly a thousand vows like this when he was young.

Now he has a small notebook in his hand, specializing in recording the great vows he made when he was young.

The monk's vow is proved by heaven and earth, so it should not be easily raised. When it arises, you must find a way to do your best to complete it, otherwise your mind will not be perfect, and a demon will appear when you advance in the future.

The current owner of the Qisheng Fu Mansion was crying and trying his best to complete the various vows he made when he was young. It was obvious that he was already hardworking to complete the vows, but the number of vows for Mao Xiao’s notebook is still so many?

For a while, the Lord of the Qisheng Fu Mansion wanted to have the ability to travel through time and space. Then he went back to the past and slapped himself with a 300-pound slap in the face when he was young, so that he could be more awake and not add burden to his future self!

The topic turns back.

"I heard from Senior Brother Yao that you have clues about the top ghost cultivators in your hand?" asked the Lord of the Qisheng Fu Mansion.

"There is a little clue, thanks to the help of senior pharmacist. If it goes well, you can find the approximate location of the altar master in this organization in these days." Song Shuhang replied, and the information about the altar master was learned from the long-armed man tonight.

"It's really wonderful. Everyone can kill these evil ghost cultivators. Unfortunately, I appeared in the West China area and had something to do, so I couldn't go and help you." The owner of the Qisheng Fu Mansion was a little depressed and said, "So, my friend, please send me a receiving address. I'll send you a few talismans tomorrow, hoping it will be helpful to you."

Fu Bao? Song Shuhang immediately remembered the golden talisman paper thrown out from his hand when Yu Rouzi fought against the spirit ghost!

"Finally, Shushan's pressure fellow Taoist is the face of a monk. Your Taoist name is a bit awkward, and it's not easy to call. It's better to change the Taoist name! Remember to send me a receiving address that can be sent to me, and I'll send you a courier in a while." After saying that, the Lord of the Qisheng Fu Mansion quickly hung up the phone. He was afraid that Song Shuhang would reject his kindness.

"..." Song Shuhang.

Shushan is under great pressure and is just my chat number nickname, not my Taoist name!

Maybe you should change your nickname?

Otherwise, if everyone thinks this is their own Taoist name, and when they meet, they will be "Shushan Pressure Friends" and "Shushan Pressure Seniors" and so on. It will hurt your heart and soul if you hear it.

Then, Song Shuhang called out the text message template, edited his receiving address properly, and sent it to the owner of Qisheng Fu Mansion.

In fact, the Lord of Qisheng Fu Mansion doesn’t need to hang up the phone so quickly.

Song Shuhang is not a person who is swollen and fat. He knows the gap in strength between himself and his opponent's "Organ Master". At this time, whether it is support from Fubao or coming to help the boxing, Song Shuhang will never reject anyone's kindness.

What is the use of your face?

"I wonder what kind of talisman treasure master Qisheng Fu Mansion supports me?"

Talisman!

Yu Rouzi's golden talisman paper can suppress the two spirit ghosts tightly with one piece of paper, and it is very powerful.

For Song Shuhang, this is undoubtedly a timely help!

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On June 7, the sun was scorching.

At this time of year, it is a hard and tense day for high school students, and the Chinese college entrance examination is scheduled to start every year.

At this time of year, Jiangnan University Town will be very gloating in sports meetings, which deeply reflects the deep malice of the senior executives of Jiangnan University Town towards the hard-working college entrance examination candidates.

Among them, the five-kilometer men's long-distance race was held on the morning of the first day of the sports meeting.

As a contestant, Song Shuhang got up early to stretch his muscles and bones, and then just take the first one to come back and make some sense?

When he got up, he touched the black flying sword placed on the side of the bed.

The flying sword was originally a treasure that was not covered with blood, but Shuhang had the illusion that he could smell the bloody smell on it.

"It's really not a dream." Song Shuhang said to himself.

Yesterday... I cut people for the first time, and the head was cut. The picture of the man with a long arm soaring into the sky was still imprinted in his mind. As the first drop of blood that Song Shuhang won in his life, the appearance of this man with a long arm would remain in Song Shuhang's mind for a long time.

"Next, there is the altar master." Song Shuhang grabbed the flying sword in his hand.

The other party mistakenly thought he was a "expert" and frightened to evacuate Jiangnan District. However, Song Shuhang could not place his safety and his family on the enemy's "misunderstanding".

If this big trouble is not solved, Song Shuhang will be unable to sleep or eat. Fortunately, there will be clues this afternoon at the latest.

...

...

After getting up and washing up, Song Shuhang opened the dormitory door and wanted to move his body.

As soon as the door opened, he found a smiling man in a suit standing at the door.

I feel familiar, who is here?

"Student Shuhang, we meet again. I am Xiaojiang from Fengshou Express, and there is another express delivery this time." The man in the suit worked hard to squeeze out a kind smile.

I remembered that it was Mr. Sima Jiang from Fengshou Express.

The last time she delivered a courier, Song Shuhang didn't know his identity and thought he was just a courier, so he called him Xiaojiang. At that time, Sima Jiang's mouth couldn't help but twitched - he was a figure of size, and the name Xiaojiang was too shocking.

But this time, he changed his words and called himself "Xiaojiang". In three days, two express delivery, different senders and addresses, the same one was so scary about the person who sent the delivery.

He is determined to be this Xiaojiang now! Not to mention Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang or even Xiaoxiaojiang is fine!

After seeing Sima Jiang, Song Shuhang immediately thought of the Qisheng Fu Mansion Lord yesterday that he wanted to send a courier.

The express delivery that was sent in the early morning arrived at around 6 o'clock in the morning? How fast is this?

"Good morning, Xiaojiang, is it a rush to air transport again?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Yes, the expedited express from West China. I personally drove the plane to pick up the parts overnight and delivered them to you as fast as possible. Didn't it take a break from my arms?" Sima Jiang took out a express delivery the size of a mobile phone box from his arms.

Wrapped layer by layer, tightly sealed.

"No delay, it's just right. Thank you for your hard work, where are you signing?" Song Shuhang trusted the courier Xiao Jiang very much. The goods he delivered last time were exactly the same.

"Just sign here." Sima Jiang handed over the signing pen.

When Shuhang signed the autograph, he remembered Master Tongxuan's black iron flying sword and asked casually: "By the way, Xiao Jiang, I may have a courier to send in a few days, and I will contact you when the time comes."

After he handled the "Organ Master" incident in a few days, he would send Master Tongxuan's sword back. Fengcheng Express's service attitude was so good that Song Shuhang naturally thought of him first.

"Where was it sent? Do I need to speed up the air transport?" Sima Jiang's eyes lit up and he said happily.

"No, no, the recipient is not in a hurry, just ordinary express delivery is enough. I will contact you when I want to send it in a few days." Song Shuhang said with a smile.

"No problem, you can contact me anytime in twenty-four hours!" Sima Jiang smiled and had thirty-two service attitude.
Chapter completed!