I am King Gou

Hearing these words, the eight Ludings suddenly felt in a trance.

When I looked at Pei Ling again, I felt that although the other party looked nothing like his master, and his aura was completely different, but the other party seemed to be his master?

Soon, this idea became deeper and deeper in their hearts, and after a while, they were very sure that this was their master!

"Master." The eight furnaces immediately surrounded Pei Ling, acting coquettishly and foolishly, wanting to serve him.

But at this time, the village chief said: "My son is getting married today, you concubines, don't let the future mistress face you, life will be difficult then, go and sit on the next table first."

"After the big wedding, I will listen to the mistress' orders and serve the young master."

Without the slightest hesitation, the eight furnace cauldrons left Pei Ling's side and sat down at the table next to them.

Looking at their convinced backs, the village chief smiled strangely.

These eight daughters are the young master's stove, and they are deeply involved with the young master. Now if they regard his son as the young master, they can take away part of the young master's fate like yesterday.

At the same time, Pei Ling felt that his whole mind was cleared, and the vitality in his body was more surging and full. If it wasn't for the system running the dry mind technique, he would almost have been exposed because of the overwhelming vitality.

Fate!

He obtained another part of his fate, and this part of his fate also carried an indescribably pure and heavy feeling.

After thinking for a while, Pei Ling realized that this time, what he got was not the fate of the village chief's son, but Kang Shaoyin's fate!

These eight female cultivators were not his furnace at all, but Kang Shaoyin's furnace.

Kang Shaoyin's soul is still in his soul-raising bag at this moment.

Right now, the village head of Sang Village is helping him fight for the way, but by mistake, he also won Kang Shaoyin's fate!

And Kang Shaoyin is the true biography of Tianshengjiao, and his parents are important people in Tianshengjiao, and he is even listed in the gold book, and the sect helps him suppress his luck and hide his secrets.Originally, this kind of arrogance is firstly difficult to kill, and secondly, after killing, there is almost no possibility of plundering its destiny.

It's just that Sang Village is inextricably related to Cursing Ghost Daoji, and Cursing Ghost Daoji is related to the Yousu Tomb in the four major evil places.

Just as Pei Ling's thoughts turned, the joy became louder. As before, the villagers came forward with colorfully decorated wedding sedan chairs. It was time to welcome the bride!

Azusa Village.

In the dilapidated mansion.

In a relatively complete room, a stack of fresh straw was piled up, and a simple bed was placed on it.

Qiao Ciguang lay quietly on the bed, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, his long eyelashes drooping, and his eyes closed. Next to him was a coffin that had been rushed out of work, and the smell of fresh paint hadn't dissipated.

Ruan Zhi and other four junior sisters surrounded her with solemn expressions.

"Let's get started, don't make any mistakes." After a while, Zhang Jing sighed softly, and said solemnly.

Senior sister Qiao came back yesterday, and arranged for them today's task, to take over the seat of the weeping woman, to dress and weep for her.

When she first heard about this, she and the other three junior sisters were stunned.

But then Senior Sister Qiao explained the real purpose to them

The senior sister already knows the secrets of the village, and now whether she wants to solve the problem or find an opportunity, she has to feign death once in order to meet the mastermind behind the scenes and break the situation.

Therefore, senior sisters need their cooperation very much!

Knowing that it was a fake death, although the four of them were extremely worried, they were not completely desperate.

After hearing Zhang Jing's words, Ruan Zhi hurried forward, carefully helped Qiao Ciguang up, first applied makeup and powder, carefully painted her makeup, and then combed Qiao Ciguang's hair with the magical comb sent by the village head.

"One comb to the end of the hair, two combs to white head and eyebrows, three combs to fill the ground with children and grandchildren, four combs to tie forever, five combs to make peace with the old man, six combs to bring blessings to the family, seven combs to avoid adversity, and eight combs to make a lot of money , Nine combs are delicious, ten combs are free." In the empty mansion, four nuns sang an unfamiliar hair combing song with a little trembling.

After the tenth comb, Qiao Ciguang opened his eyes suddenly just like the little girl before!

Ruan Zhi, who was combing her hair, was startled. If Chu Hanbei hadn't reached out to support her, she would have almost dropped the magic comb.

Quickly collected himself and continued the mourning process.

After a while, they changed Qiao Ciguang into the red wedding dress sent by the village head, checked each other for any mistakes and omissions, and then moved him into the coffin.

At this moment, the outside drummers and coffin bearers are ready for the funeral ceremony.

"It's time to go," Zhong Shizhu reminded via voice transmission.

The other three nodded solemnly. Although Senior Sister Qiao had suspended her death this time, what she was about to do was extremely dangerous.

These junior sisters must not hold each other back.

So, they went out and called the casual cultivator who was acting as the coffin bearer to come in, lifted the coffin, and went out slowly.

"Son, you got into the sedan chair, nailed it, and put a face towel on your head. If you pass in front of the sedan chair today, you can't do anything in the Ming Dynasty." Accompanied by the crisp crying of four Suzhen nuns, the funeral procession began. Going around the entire village, the fog gradually appeared, slowly enveloping everyone.

After a while, when we arrived at the gate of the village chief's house, the village chief who had already changed into hemp clothes and hemp rope stepped out, yelled "Let's go", joined the team, led the funeral procession to leave the village, and walked towards the depths of the mist

The giant trees are towering, and the thick fog is like porridge.

Suddenly, the joy of Chuichuidada came, and then, a team slowly appeared from the fog.

The person at the head of the team wore a bright red groom's official robe, a soap-colored veil, and a red peony hairpin on his temples. His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he rode on a white horse stiffly like a puppet.

Behind him, a rather elegant welcoming team, surrounded by a grandly decorated wedding sedan chair, marched beamingly.

Pei Ling seemed stiff at the moment, but the vitality in his body was stronger than ever before.

From the moment he left the village, the system began to refine the two fates he had seized.

At this moment, the refining has been basically completed.

In the dark, he felt that he seemed to have obtained a great benefit.

This kind of benefit is not immediately reflected in strength and cultivation, but acts on the mysterious and indescribable "fate".

The most intuitive point is that Pei Ling feels that his lifespan has far exceeded the limit of a first-grade golden elixir.

As long as there is no external force, his current lifespan may be longer than some Nascent Soul stage monks.

Just as Pei Ling was experiencing the benefits carefully, there was a sound of mourning not far away, and in sight, a funeral procession slowly emerged from the mist opposite.