Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 4

He Tang finally saw Yang Jinshu's mansion.

His parents actually found someone to take wood and build him a wooden mansion comparable to a courtyard—of course it was a miniature version, and the bedroom, study, living room, and kitchen were all done to life, and brocades were given to him on the bed. Made pillows and quilts, and after burning them to him five years ago, Yang Jinshu went to the ghost market to buy a lot of furniture, and now this house is very luxurious.

This house is located in an open space on the back mountain of Yang's family. Because of the overcast yin, not a single grass grows around, and even flying insects don't get close.The surrounding area is full of fog all the year round, and the sunlight does not reach inside. Yang Jinshu usually lives here, and the daytime is also very leisurely.

"You have a house to live in, why do you still squeeze the coffin with me?" He Tang was dissatisfied.

Yang Jinshu was very considerate: "You are too weak, I'm afraid you won't be able to get here, so I have to stay with you near the coffin."

He Tang twitched the corner of his mouth, it turned out that he was still to blame.

While walking around the mansion, he asked him, "Why can I only walk but you can float?"

Yang Jinshu walked with him, explaining patiently: "You don't have enough mana."

"……Depend on."

The two walked around the mansion, and Yang Jinshu brought out the melons and fruits saved in the early years for him to eat to help him recover his strength.

As a ghost, He Tang didn't have to worry about bloating and stomach pain at all. He kept on eating as if he couldn't get enough to eat, and he didn't have to worry about washing his hands—anyway, things like souls don't feel dirty.

After eating and drinking enough, he hiccupped a few times symbolically, lay down on the table and asked Yang Jinshu, "How can I improve my cultivation?"

Yang Jinshu still said the same thing: "Shuangxiu with me."

He Tang threw a fruit core at it: "Fuck! You haven't practiced with others before, so you can still float!"

Yang Jinshu was not depressed when he was seen through, and he said as a matter of course: "I have been eating offerings. My family will send people to offer me fruits and drinks every month, and burn paper money and sundries for me. I can go to the ghost market I can buy a lot of things, and I can also bribe the servants to ask them to take me out to perform tasks to improve my cultivation, and I will improve very quickly."

"Money can make ghosts grind..." He Tang burst into tears, it was an eternal truth.

Yang Jinshu frightened him: "You have no relatives, your mother will definitely not come to burn paper money for you, you can only be a hungry and poor little ghost, if a passing ghost finds out, it can eat you in one bite!"

He Tang shrugged his shoulders and cursed secretly: "You bully the weak and fear the hard!"

Yang Jinshu looked at him with a smile: "So do you want to double cultivate with me?"

He Tang showed his big white teeth, and smiled sweetly and obsequiously: "My husband, I think we can start by cultivating our relationship!"

Yang Jinshu liked hearing him called Mr. Xianggong, nodded in satisfaction, and decided to listen to the young lady's opinion and start from scratch.

Every moonlit night, he took Hetang to the hillside to bask in the moonlight and absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

He Tang sat cross-legged on the grass with his chin in his hands, looked up at the moon and complained: "Actually, the moon reflects sunlight, and the so-called essence of the sun and the moon is just the energy of the sun."

Yang Jinshu felt that his little lady was a little distracted, so he asked, "What is reflex?"

"..." He Tang looked at him intently, and said solemnly, "Young Master Yang, I think we need to have a small science class."

Yang Jinshu: "Huh?"

"First of all, let me introduce myself." He Tang patted his chest and said in a cadence, "I am a green young man from another world—a ghost. Of course, when I was alive, I was just an optimistic and good-natured boy. Dead, transmigrated to your world, soul transmigrated, unfortunately transmigrated to a weak chicken whose father died, and a mother who abused me all day long and wanted to kill me. Our worldviews are completely different, and our values ​​​​are also obvious. Difference, but it doesn't matter, they're all dead anyway, to hell with science!"

Yang Jinshu listened to it half-understood, and followed his example and introduced: "I... am the only son of the Yang family. I was sick and sick and died of illness since I was a child."

"Gone?"

"My... my father is a gentleman from the county academy, my mother is the third lady from the silk and satin village in the neighboring county, and the Yang family is a scholarly family. I don't know what science is."

"Your family is a scholarly family." He Tang touched his chin and pondered, "Then you must have read a lot of books? You are a master?"

"Frail and sick, the only way to pass the time is to read and chat, and I can barely read poetry and books."

He Tang's eyes lit up: "Then, have you read any books about the anecdote of soul swapping?"

"Yes, but..." Yang Jinshu blinked, "It's a cat and a dog."

"..." He Tang turned his head away, "It's useless to talk about it."

Yang Jinshu sat beside him, looked at him with his elbows on his knees, and asked curiously, "What world are you from? What's it like there? Is it fun?"

"It's fun, otherwise why am I so dedicated to wearing it back?" He Tang's eyes glowed green when he thought of his own world, "The transportation is convenient! The entertainment is complete! The food is everywhere! You can also sit at home and play games! Air-conditioned wifi computer! It’s too beautiful to think about!”

Yang Jinshu didn't understand: "Isn't it good here?"

"Damn, what do you have here?" He Tang curled his lips, "Don't do anything at night, just squat here and count the stars?"

Yang Jinshu said earnestly, "We can still cultivate together!"

"..."

He Tang decided that he must enrich the entertainment life of the little ghosts, lest their minds be full of pornographic waste.

So the next day, He Tang invited the neighbors from the mass grave to visit the Yang family's mansion. The Eight Immortals table was set up, and on the table were playing cards drawn with white banknotes.He succinctly introduced the game of poker to everyone, and did not forget to direct Yang Jin to write a more correct mahjong.

Yang Jinshu sat on another table with a brush in his hand and looked at them eagerly. In his hand was a piece of bamboo that He Tang broke from under the fence of his wooden house: "He Tang... what is a chicken?"

He Tang didn't raise his head: "Draw a bird, even a parrot."

Yang Jinshu thought for a while, buried his head on the palm-sized piece of bamboo and began to trace carefully...

Shengun and Wanniang soon fell in love with the game of poker. Shi Tianning and Lao Liu found the fun after playing a few rounds. The five played cards around the Eight Immortals table very lively. Unfortunately, the paper money was soft and thin, and the cards were shuffled. Time is very sad.

The magic stick saw that He Tang was very annoyed every time he held the limp paper money and pulled it back and forth, so he grabbed it and said, "I'll do it."

As he spoke, he folded his upper and lower hands together to press the paper money in the middle, exerted a little force, and with a wrong finger, the soft paper money turned into a stack of coin-shaped thin cards in an instant, and he divided the cards into two stacks without a teacher. , skillfully shuffled the cards on the table.

He Tang's eyes straightened in an instant: "Fuck! Daoist, you can do it! What kind of kung fu is this! I want to learn!"

The magic stick hooked his lips: "I'm away from home, how can I get around without playing tricks?"

He Tang gave a thumbs up: "Niu! This must be a fairy art!"

The magic stick shook his head: "Haha, this is not a fairy art, it is a ghost art."

"The Taoist priest taught me!" He Tang hugged his arm and blinked cutely, "I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Immediately, the magic stick hid two feet away, frightened: "Don't, don't, don't! Doing this kind of thing once in a lifetime will toss me to death. If I take another one, won't I be out of my wits?"

"Huh?" He Tang was new here, and didn't know the origin of the magic stick and his apprentice. Hearing this, he asked curiously, "Master, do you have an apprentice? You don't seem to be in your thirties. How old is your apprentice? How old is your little one?" baby?"

"Little baby?" Wan Niang giggled from the side, "His apprentice is crowned! He's promising! Throwing the master in a mass grave and killing him to feed the dogs, do you think he's promising?"

"Fuck?!" He Tang was shocked, "What kind of white-eyed wolf is this? How did you educate your apprentice?"

The magic stick smiled wryly: "How do I know that he will look like this when he grows up..."

"Master Dao, could it be that you two have an old grudge?" He Tang couldn't help gossiping, "You accidentally killed his whole family or something?"

The magic stick has black lines all over his face: "I'm just cheating on the rivers and lakes. Killing and arson is the business of robbers."

He Tang: "Could it be that you messed up his fortune-telling, or something like the lone star of the devil, and he killed you in a fit of rage?"

God stick:"……"

He Tang stared: "Damn it, can you guess right?"

Shen stick raised his head and sighed: "...It's hard to say."

Shi Tianning knocked on the table: "Are you still playing cards? Waiting to catch red three!"

"Fight, fight!" He Tang waved at the magic stick, "Master Daoist, have you shuffled the cards yet?"

"It's finished washing! Come!" The magic stick flashed to the table in an instant, and did not forget to greet Yang Jinshu who was beside him, "Jinshu, let's fight together?"

Yang Jinshu immersed himself in drawing mahjong, and said softly, "You guys play, I'm busy."

Everyone simply stopped leaving him and continued playing cards.

"But speaking of it, Mr. Yang's house is spacious and bright, with good feng shui, and it will surely protect the descendants of the Yang family in the future." The magic stick muttered while playing cards, "The Yang family is blessed."

"It doesn't matter what future generations are blessed, he himself is short-lived." Shi Tianning said unceremoniously, "He died at a young age, and he didn't enjoy any blessings."

Lao Liu shook his head and said, "Young Master Yang's rough life may not necessarily be a bad thing. It's the destiny. He doesn't mind it, so why should we worry about it?"

Shi Tianning spat and said with a smile: "That's right. Mr. Yang has a big heart, so he doesn't mind these little things."

They were gossiping here, but Yang Jinshu didn't listen to a word, and concentrated on drawing mahjong according to He Tang's description.

He Tang was curious: "What about you? How did you die?"

He stuck out his long tongue, stared and said: "I hanged myself, and my neck still hurts after I died. Ouch, I have cervical spondylosis at a young age. It's a crime."

Unexpectedly, everyone else kept it secret, and no one paid any attention to his question.

He Tang looked left and right, and knew that he had asked something that shouldn't be asked, so he decisively shut up and played cards.

In the early hours of the morning, when the sun was coming out, the others left one after another. He Tang yawned and went to Yang Jinshu's side, only to find that the other party had drawn four mahjong tiles after a hard work all night. There is a piece of bamboo, and the ink on the bamboo piece outlines a lifelike parrot, and the size of the demeanor seems to be carved out of a mold.

"...Brother, you can actually draw a stick figure, you don't need to draw a fine brushwork." He Tang supported his forehead.

"Huh? Isn't it good-looking?" Yang Jinshu was disappointed.

"No, it's pretty pretty." He Tang put aside his ugly stick figure and said calmly, "It's very vivid. But can you be simpler when you draw mahjong next time?"

"it is good."