Yuhuang Town is an ancient town that has existed for hundreds of years. Its folk customs are simple and famous for its longevity.

As long as an elderly person over a hundred years old dies in the town, they will be held in a special order. The whole town will be held in a large and lively place mats and ask people to play and sing.

As soon as the black car appeared at the entrance of the town, it instantly attracted the attention of the people in the town, and children chased the car.

From the mouth of the man on the mountain, I learned that the second lady Chen Muxi's master Xu Kongzi is a Taoist priest who knows some fist and foot skills.

On weekdays, he is a business that is to organize weddings and funerals for people in the town or village. People in this area call him "Ming Lao Dao."

In order to support his family, he often brought several apprentices down the mountain to "sell his skills", and the second lady of the Shen family was also among them. It is said that he has good cooking skills and has undertaken a lot of cooks at red and white banquets.

Qian Xiu looked at the villagers surging in front of the car, his eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan", his lips were pursed very tightly, and he was in the lawsuit.

The sound of firecrackers outside the car and the sound of playing and singing made the brain buzz.

Vulgar, uneducated, wild girl...

These words popped up in Qian Xiu's mind one by one.

This time the Shen family will definitely become a joke in the upper class.

Sudden,

A sudden brake-

"What's going on?"

The driver pressed the window and shouted to the outside world: "I'm afraid of my life!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl hugged a little boy of five or six years old and kept bowing to apologize.

The little boy was almost hit by a car because of running around, but the little girl didn't react slowly, so she picked him up and wiped the front of the car and hid in it.

"Walk and look a little while, you can't afford to get the car--"

The driver glared at the little girl, closed the window cursingly, and continued to drive forward.

The little girl bit her lip and waited for the car to walk away, then she taught the little boy in her arms a serious look on her face, "Hu Zi, if you have a car, run forward? I'll be dead--"

"Senior sister...car..."

The little boy was holding a completely damaged wooden car in his hand and showed it to her stupidly.

The little girl wanted to blame her again, but when she saw that the little boy was already squatting on the ground and playing with the wooden car, she had to sigh, "You can't do this next time. If you are injured, your senior sister will blame herself..."

A man mixed in the crowd accidentally saw the little wooden car in the little boy's hand, and his pupils instantly shrank.

There is no nail on the small wooden cart, and all the connections are wood itself. This is an almost lost woodworking technique in ancient times, mortise and tenon technology.

The components to be connected are made into concave and convex shapes, assemble the two components like a puzzle, so the things made do not require any nails, they are tightly tucked and firm and will not disperse.

However, this skill has high requirements for woodworking, and the producer needs to have a clear structure of the things to be made, and the sense of space must be strong and the action must be stable. Therefore, there are no more than five people who will lose this skill in China, each of which is a national treasure-level craftsman and is regarded as a guest of honor in the upper-class circles in the capital.

I didn’t expect that there were people with such skills in this remote town.

The man looked at the siblings again, thinking that after the task was completed, he must find the person who made the car.

***

In the smokey kitchen, Chen Muxi was holding a large iron pot and stir-frying the dishes in the pot neatly.

There are many people coming in and out, all of whom are holding plates and removing dishes.

The dirty dishes were randomly placed in large iron basins on the ground and stacked very high.

A little girl was squatting on the ground and washing dirty dishes.

Next to her was a boy playing with a small wooden car.

"Senior sister, someone asked Hu Zi's small wooden car just now. I also wanted to pay for it..."

"Um……"

"I think this is a business, much more reliable than the job Master has found!"

The little girl looked up at Chen Mu Xi.

She was holding up a large iron pot with one hand and putting the dishes into several plates next to her.

Immediately, a big girl and a little wife went out to the front and took a tray.

She has a lot of strength and her hands holding the pot are very stable.

"Senior sister, I think I have to talk to my master. Don't always take on such a tiring job that is less money. I'm still washing my hands."

The little girl pouted and raised her foamy hands.

Chen Muxi put down the iron pot, then said "um" again, took out a wide-mouthed small medicine bottle from her pocket and threw it to her.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she took it with her hands happily, rubbed her apron on her body, and carefully put it in close proximity.

This is the exclusive herbal ointment provided by Huang Yaoshi, which has the effects of healing wounds and whitening and skin care. However, Huang Yaoshi and his master do not deal with them, and they don’t even like them.

Only the senior sister is not afraid of him. Every time she lacks medicine, she goes to the opposite door to get the medicine.

Even if Master Huang was unhappy, he would still give his senior sister a small bag every time, filled with various medicines.

She seriously suspected that Huang Yaoshi might not be able to beat her senior sister and had to surrender to her senior sister's force.

"Senior sister, we actually sell Huang Yaoshi's ointment is also good!"

"No—"

The curtain in the kitchen was lifted open, and a thin middle-aged man walked in.

He was wearing a navy blue Taoist suit, a black crane of crescent on his head, and black stair boots on his feet, looking like a fairy-like Taoist bone.

When the little girl saw the person coming, she stuck out her tongue and immediately stopped the sound.

The man blew his beard and stared at him, "Minglai, you want to be lazy again-"

“Where is there…”

The man was thinking about things now and didn't care much about her. Instead, he looked at Chen Muxi with a smile, "Mingxi's good disciple, go to the supermarket to buy two bottles of wine for his master."

Chen Muxi nodded, obediently put down the cooking shovel, took the money handed over by the man, and left the kitchen directly.

The little girl stared at the man in front of her, very dissatisfied, "Master, you cheated on Senior Sister again! The money you gave is not enough to buy two bottles of wine..."

"Hehehe...the weather is really good today..."

***

Because the town was a funeral, most villagers went to the front street for a banquet, so that the alleys on the back street were empty.

Mudin covered his injured arm and half supported the wall, retreating little by little. Blood flowed down his clothes.

He looked pale and his eyes were alert.

The strength of these masked killers in front of him was actually at the level of a martial artist, and one of them was as strong as his.

Although his martial power has reached the 9th level of the Great Martial Arts, he cannot withstand the siege of so many martial arts.

It seems that I will be here today!

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of brisk footsteps from far to near.

His face changed, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he immediately shouted back: "Don't come over-"

The mask killer saw the opportunity and quickly took action and stabbed it in with one knife.

The severe pain caused the veins on his neck to swell.

He accumulated strength and shook the killer forward with one punch, and staggered against the wall, gradually slid down.

A piece of bright red dyed the wall.

"Kill!" The leading killer ordered ruthlessly.

The two killers quickly crossed Mudin, who was already ineffective, and ran towards the entrance of the alley.

His body could not move anymore, and the dagger was covered with soft tendons.

I could only watch these people run out of the alley to kill innocent people.

After hearing a few screams of "Ah--", Mudin closed his eyes weakly.

Sudden--

The leader asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The voice was as nervous as if it was facing a great enemy.

Mudin opened his eyes instantly.

Under the backlight, a petite figure slowly walked into the alley.

His hands were holding the legs of the two killers, like dragging a dead dog, with brisk steps and no difficulty at all.

The leading killer squeezed the dagger tightly and quickly stepped forward. Before he got close, he was knocked back with a punch.

The speed was so fast that no one could see clearly when he would take action.

The leader of the killer covered his chest and took five or six steps back to stabilize his body. He directly sprayed out a mouthful of blood, and his legs were weak and he fainted on the ground with a "thump".
To be continued...