Chapter 85: Tiger Yang Guan remembers you
"Is there how?"
Meng Fan gently placed the hilt of the blade on the Taoist priest's forehead and said derisively, then turned his head and grinned at Liu Xiaoxi.
Liu Xiaoxi nodded her head like a chicken pecking at a rice, and stuck out her thumb at Meng Fan as if to say, awesome awesome awesome!
"Now let me ask you." Meng Fan leaned down and gazed into the Taoist priest's eyes, seeing a hint of panic in his eyes, "Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you doing here?"
The Taoist priest lay on the ground, looking at the condescending Meng Fan, the arrogance in his body disappearing into thin air, hearing Meng Fan's question, a flash of fear suddenly appeared on his face, "My name is Nian Qifan, I'm from Tiger Yang Mountain's Tiger Yang Concepts, and as for what I'm here for, it's none of your business!"
Meng Fan listened and nodded, Tiger Yang Mountain is a big mountain than the neighboring Pig's Foot Mountain, Tiger Yang Kuan is located in the big mountain, it is very famous, there are about more than two hundred disciples, Meng Fan also accompanied his parents to go there to burn incense, the scale is considered to be not small……. It is also no wonder that this Taoist priest called Nian Qifan, the moment he mentioned the Tiger Yang Kuan, he hardened his heart.
"Then I'll take a guess ……" Meng Fan spoke in a calm tone, his gaze looking back into the distance, glancing at Pig's Foot Mountain, the huge crack still there, as if the Old Gods had just been there, wielding a shocking sword… …
"Last night, countless dead souls gathered at Pig's Hoof Mountain, your Tiger Yang Guan, as a disciple of the Taoist Sect, naturally noticed …… that you appeared at Pig's Hoof Mountain, it is only for this matter."
"Not bad!"
Nian Qifan didn't deny it, what happened last night shocked the whole Tiger Yang Guan, he was ordered by his master to come to investigate this matter, but he didn't expect that before things were investigated clearly, he encountered such a disgusting thing.
"This matter has passed." Meng Fan removed the hilt of the knife from the Taoist priest's forehead, "I don't need you Tiger Yang Guan to worry about …… that coffin, what are your thoughts?"
This sentence was what he ultimately wanted to ask.
"I detected a Yin and cold Qi on the coffin, which is very beneficial to my cultivation, and I just want to borrow it for a while." Nian Qifan sighed, he was afraid that this idea was going to fall through, after all, his skills were not as good as the others, and after a pause, he said, "It's best for you guys not to open this coffin, it's not something that you can deal with."
Meng Fan smiled at the words, what the Taoist priest said was true, he still owed people Qilin'er ninety paper soldiers, and there was also someone's grandfather who was hung up, it was indeed a bit of a headache to deal with these things.
"It's not for you to worry about."
Meng Fan laughed bitterly, following which he extended his hand to this young Taoist priest and waved it in front of him.
When Granny Zhang saw this action of Meng Fan's from the side, her withered old face revealed a sinister smile, as if she had expected Meng Fan to make this move.
"What for?" The Taoist priest was stunned.
"Compensation!" Meng Fan said this in a justified and serious manner, "After breaking my friend's sword and beating someone up, compensation still needs to be given."
"What?" The Taoist priest completely froze, this is obviously bullying, he was just knocked unconscious, he hasn't said anything yet, how can he still be asked for compensation?
Is there no justice?
"Boss, I spent six hundred dollars on that knife."
Seeing that Meng Fan was still thinking about doing himself justice, Liu Erxie was moved to tears and busily ran over to quote a price.
"A broken knife …… for six hundred dollars?" The Taoist priest stared at the moment he heard it, not caring about his floating image, lying on the ground indignantly, "You guys are too pitiful, right?"
"At least a thousand dollars." Meng Fan stretched out a finger, "Just now you also scared my friend, you still have to take some shock fee's."
"No!" The Taoist priest lay on the ground and closed his eyes, a look of you can do whatever you like, compensating for a broken knife is still reasonable, asking for a fright fee? The door is not even there!
"No is fine." Meng Fan's face surfaced a trace of cunning, "The village has just finished the autumn harvest, just lack of labor, you stay to contribute to it …… Also, you delayed the villagers work, and lost wages, a total of two thousand, it is a discount for you."
"You ……" The Taoist priest heard, and snapped open his eyes, angry eyes, "you are not afraid of our Tiger Yang Guan two hundred disciples, to find you to talk about it?"
"You reasoned first, the old man can all see in the eyes." Sun village head at this time lit a smoking gun and walked over, spit a smoke circle, put up an old pawn gesture to, "Mengjiazhuang whole village has a hundred or so families, three or four hundred villagers …… We have always been hospitable, friends come to have a good wine, but jackals come, to meet it is a shotgun! "
"You ……"
The Taoist gulped a breath, a gurgling sound sounded in his throat, as if there was a gas that could not be sent out, and he wanted to say something, but he could not say it …… felt that he was confused and drilled into a trap, and was pitted, and was very stifled!
"Give you time to think about it." Meng Fan returned the sickle in his hand to the villagers and rushed to Zhang Chunkeng in the crowd, "Brother Chunkeng, is it time to pick manure for your family's pigsty, is there a shortage of manpower?"
Zhang Chunkeng said in a loud voice, "No, the pigsty is full of poop, I can't even get down, that fly maggot ah, it's this time of the year, still crawling everywhere ……."
Wearing a flashy Taoist robe of the Taoist priest, the moment he heard it, he wrinkled his nose, imagined a picture in his mind …… and then almost spit it out, endured, only to long exhale a mouthful of turbid air: "One thousand dollars can, two thousand dollars is exempt from negotiation!"
Said, also afraid of Meng Fan regret like, on the ground lifted the robe, from the lapel pulled out a pile of money, not more not less exactly one thousand, handed over to Meng Fan, some rogue said, "More also did not."
Meng Fan smiled and took the money, and then threw it to Liu Erxie, Liu Erxie joyfully took the money, the hatred of destroying the knife, all of a sudden disappeared.
At this time, the Taoist priest climbed up from the ground from the gray head, patted the soil on the Taoist robes, and walked towards the outside of the village……. After a few steps, he felt that his heart was suffocating to the extreme, and then stopped, and indignantly turned back, glaring at Meng Fan: "The Tiger Yang Guan remembers this matter, and I'll come back to Mengjiajiazhuang, and you guys can wait well!"
"Don't use it, don't use it." Meng Fan smiled and waved at the Taoist priest, "Wait, things aren't over yet."
With that, he walked next to the village chief and asked, "Is there a pen and paper?"
"There is."
The village chief took out a fountain pen, and a small book and handed it to Meng Fan, these two things were what he was bound to carry with him whenever he went out, and the book recorded the big and small things in the village, which was considered to be his work memo book.
"Nian Qifan right?" Meng Fan walked over to the side of the staring Taoist priest and said in a fervent manner, "Make an IOU, after a while, I'll personally go to Tiger Yang Guan to make a trip, you really don't have to come."
A light wind blew, brushing the Taoist priest's face, his floating dusty style is no longer there, the Taoist robe flopped in the wind, emitting a very despondent sound ……
The Taoist priest forgot how he left, and also forgot how he wrote down the two words of the note, only remembered that the villagers' laughter at that time was very big, so big that it kind of let him …… want to cry.
The villagers also did not take this matter to heart, after arriving at the village, under the arrangement of the village chief, everyone collectively expressed their gratitude to Meng Fan, piggybacking on even Liu Xiaoxi also thanked, put Xiaoxi happy smile open flowers.
Meng Fan looked at Liu Xiaoxi's happy face, but his heart hurt a little.
The coffin was finally placed in the backyard of Zhang's house, and the refining furnace was placed together, and the old fairy's body was also placed in Zhang's house, which is considered to have a final destination……. Things were settled down in an orderly manner.
The whole afternoon of the day, he did not go out, at home to accompany his parents, and personally cook two meals …… Parents these days is completely exhausted, eating time is still yawning, see Meng Fan heart sour.
In the parents before going to sleep, he and unprecedented, for the first time in his life, to help his parents washed his feet …… fingers touched the calluses on the soles of their feet, and almost shed a tear …… After the wash, some of the chaotic moods are inexplicably stabilized, only to thoroughly experience Mengzi's words, but filial piety parents, can be relieved ……
Indeed, the ancients honestly do not deceive Yu.
"Son, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Meng Fan's face was not quite normal, Meng Qingshan asked with concern.
"Nothing, nothing." Meng Fan poured out the water in the basin and muttered, "The soles of your feet are so hard, and you can still run so fast ……"
"It's hard that makes you run fast."
Meng Qingshan peacefully lay down on the bed, crossed his legs, shaking, full of enjoyment, but immediately attracted a burst of Meng's mother's reproach, saying don't shake, the bed is almost collapsed by your shake ……
When the parents went to sleep, Meng Fan gently closed the door, into the ink of the night, to the Zhang granny home to go ……
There are some things that are really …… Trees want to be quiet, but the wind is more than that.