After Uncle Qi finished speaking, he saw Ding Bao's eyes clear and he seemed to be confused. He reluctantly put down the "Kanyan" treasure dagger, copied his hands, squinted his eyes, and said swayingly:

"Although the Dan Tai family is the oldest, it is very low-key because it lives outside the East China Sea, and its clan members are very low-key. In fact, people know the least. They only know that there are seven islands of all sizes and big islands where they live, forming a Beidou-shaped island chain, with smoke rising in the sun and purple mist gushing. It is also known as the seven islands of the Immortal Realm. But there is no way to know where it is and whether the rumors are true."

"The Chunyu family is much more high-profile, and everyone knows it all over the world, just in Luding Lane, Yuhuatai. If you say that the most admired and enviable among the eight golden surnames, the one who is the most famous is the Su Chunyu."

"First of all, living in the rich land of Jiangnan for generations, it is rich enough to rival a country, and its wealth is abundant, which is much stronger than the treasury of the White Horse Royal Family. The most powerful thing is that the Iron Hat King, who was hereditary for four consecutive dynasties, came to this new White Horse Dynasty, but he was the first hero who rose from the dragon. He continued to be named kings. His clan status and strange situations were unheard of for thousands of years. There is another place that is also very interesting. The Chunyu family members are known for their gentleness, elegance, kindness and integrity. They have never heard of the saying that the fish and meat village bullies the people. This is really a strange thing for the famous clans who have been passed down for thousands of years..."

Hearing this, Ding Bao's heart moved and he immediately became calculating.

But Uncle Qi suddenly raised his eyelids and said, "I wonder where this rhinoceros treasure maker is obtained by Mr. Wu?"

"Bet a bet with your friends. Win."

"Oh." Uncle Qi suddenly showed his face, and his fleshy belly was slammed, and he sighed: "My friend, sir, the gambling is really good."

Ding Bao smiled and said, "No matter how good my friend's gambling is, it's not as good as Uncle Qi's eyes. There are less than thirty treasures in the world, and you can see them at a distance."

Uncle Qi's fat face shivered, and his eyelids drooped again. He said, "What is the carving in his hand? I have never seen it before?"

"This." Ding Bao shook his hands and was not yet formed, half-finished products that looked like birds but not birds, like beasts but not beasts. He blew away the wood chips, and his eyes were shining brightly, and he said untruely: "A gadget with a sudden whim, for the sledgehammer."

...

For the next two days, Ding Bao stayed on Heitou Mountain, carving, pondering things, practicing martial arts, teaching Gongqin, telling various novel stories, and occasionally leading his horse out for a walk. He disappeared for half a day on the afternoon of the second day, and didn't know what he was busy with. However, for Uncle Qi and Gongqin, the gentleman was a master, and the master had his own appearance, and he had his own way of acting, and he had already become accustomed to it.

During this period, Ding Bao also thought of sending a letter to Su Ge, but then he thought, let it go. It would be better to say such a terrible thing in person. As her, she would attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the county government office, no matter how busy she is, she would still be there.

The third day was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Gong Qin was busy receiving subordinates in Guandi Hall throughout the morning. Ding Bao discovered that he seemed to be underestimating the influence of Heitou Mountain before. Throughout the morning, there were endless leaders of all kinds of large and small counterfeit villages, and they came to pay filial piety, with no more than 100 or 80. In addition, there were many leaders of the three thousand brothers of Heitou Mountain who had already been removed from their armor and returned to the fields. They were pure, simple and simple, and they brought many self-sufficient special mountain products.

The people from Lingyun Seven Village also came. Diao Baizhe did not bring the white tiger anymore. He was very grateful to Gong Qin. The one-armed Lu Yifa Lu Xiucai had a pale face and was withered. When he saw Ding Bao, his face turned paler and even paler in the hall.

Ding Bao felt a little apologized and smiled kindly at him. As a result, Lu Yifa's legs and feet became weak and fainted again.

He was busy until afternoon. The little girl fled down from the position of the village leader like a escaping life, and happily dragged Ding Bao to Houshan Zhu Cliff.

In front of the bamboo pavilion, beside the giant water wheel, there were already servants decking square tables and altars.

Ding Bao knew that the customs of different places during the Mid-Autumn Festival were different. There was a saying in many places that "spendence on the sun, summer solstice for the earth, autumn equinox for the moon, winter solstice for the sky". However, on the table in front of him, the place was not a fruit, mooncake, vegetable, flower and cake, etc., but all kinds of strange objects.

First, there were a page of blank talismans that were seven feet long and fluttering in the wind, and then a pair of powerful male and female swords were set up in the center. Next to it, there were ancient seal platforms, flat crowns, etc., and the vacant places opposite were stacked with several light yellow talisman papers two or three feet long and red and green flags on the top. It didn't look like a Mid-Autumn Festival, but a temple for catching ghosts and demons.

"Sir, come, let's fight the devil together." In the midst of the gods, Gong Qin had already changed into clothes, dressed in treasure clothes, wearing square skirts, climbed red shoes, spoke happily and looked solemn.

"Suppress the devil and get rid of sin? Sledgehammer, are you?" Ding Bao stared at the beautiful Taoist nun in front of him, with a surprised face.

"Sir, Mid-Autumn Festival is the time for the reunion of the moon, but it is also the day when the demons and demons go out to rage. You need to use the empty power talisman, the sword of the evil-killing master, the seal of the evil-slaying magic, the seal of the magic thunder crown, etc. to avoid and suppress it. This is the suppression of demons. Then use the moonlight paper to write all the sins he committed in the past year on it, burn them devoutly in front of the moonlight, and swear to the sky that will never be committed again, so that you can avoid diseases and disasters in the coming year." Gong Qin blinked her black, thick and curled eyelashes, raised her little face like a small white lotus, with a solemn and serious expression, and explained in a small figure.

"This, is it taught by your father?"

Gong Qin nodded, and Ding Bao immediately realized that he had misunderstood Gong Heyun before. It turned out that this elder brother was not an atheist, but on the contrary, because he was deeply rooted in the kindness and justice of the gods in his heart, he had no regrets that he would completely deny the saying that the gods of heaven and gods descended to earth to slaughter the ordinary people.

In this way, his various speculations about the heavenly soldiers can be explained. He is a great charlatan himself, so it would be strange if the inference result is not related to gods and ghosts.

After spending nearly two hours with the little girl, the stack of moonlight treasure paper had to be painted on the top of the moon star king, the moon palace and the rabbit that pounded medicine, so that she could write past sins on it. The little girl not only painted seriously, but also had great painting skills, but also meticulous when she was punished. Ding Bao secretly looked around and found that she even wrote the rabbit in a daydream, which made her happy to read.

Only at this time did the little girl in front of her look at the innocent and childish look that a ten-year-old girl should have.

After everything was done, it was almost time to go down the mountain to attend the banquet. Ding Bao stood up and wanted to hug the little girl lightly, but she avoided her jumped away. Her earlobes were slightly red and her fingers were twisted. The little model said calmly: "Sir, men and women will not kiss you..."

"Then you will come." Ding Bao rubbed his nose and opened his arms with a smile.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, stiffened her body, and leaned over and hugged Ding Bao gently.

"I've gone down the mountain. Sledgehammer, OK."

After Ding Bao said that, Uncle Qi turned around, and walked to the gate of the village. Only then did Ding Bao take out something from his arms and hand it to Uncle Qi with a smile.

"Is this?" Uncle Qi looked at the exquisite and unique bird wood carving in his hand that he had never seen before, his eyes were filled with strange light and he couldn't help asking.

"Well, it's called the cried bird. Wait for the sledgehammer to cry when it is sad and it will be useful to keep it. If you don't cry, keep it yourself first." Ding Bao took the reins of the horse, smiled mysteriously, and turned over and left.

What nonsense is to stop crying? The lady is so old, except when the master passed away, and she said to me that scholars are really so tactful.
Chapter completed!