Chapter 90 Not only can I die on the spot, but I can die repeatedly

Ying Shao still had nothing to investigate, and laughed together with his junior brother.

Lan He's identity was widely known in the circle, and the juniors and brothers were inconceivable when they knew about it at first. Thinking about this person is too capable. Then, like everyone else, he used the old man to play tricks.

Ying Shao's master did not understand these online languages, but asked: "What is Lan He's behavior? Lan He is not..." Is that the legendary impermanence? He takes good care of his apprentice.

Ying Shao's younger brother immediately explained how to use the word "Lan He", "Isn't it written on his hat 'Everyone has come'? If someone says something like this, they can say that the other party is Lan He's behavior. …”

Lan He: "..."

Is this entry in the underworld dictionary?

Ying Shao's junior brother was talking enthusiastically, when a flight attendant saw Lan He woke up, took off her blindfold, because she liked him very much, and came over immediately: "Mr. Lan, do you need water or a towel?"

Lan He: "Oh, no, thank you."

Brother Ying Shao, who heard the voice, said, "..."

Master had never heard Lan He's voice: "What's wrong?"

Ying Shao and his junior brother slowly turned back, their legs were weak and their faces were pale.

Before the flight attendant left, she asked strangely, "Sir, are you alright, are you not feeling well?"

Lan He was still in the mood to smile: "Hello, do you want an autograph?"

Ying Shao: "Yes, yes..."

The flight attendant was relieved. It turned out that she had such a big reaction when she saw the star she liked. She blushed and said, "I also really like your work."

Lan He generously expressed that he would sign them all. When writing to Ying Shao, he smiled and said, "Writing to wish you good acting skills, right?"

Ying Shao: "...Okay."

The flight attendant looked at Ying Shao curiously, "Are you also an actor?"

Ying Shao wanted to cry or not: "Yes, one hundred and eight lines..."

After the flight attendant left, Lan He flicked his forehead alone, "Lan He's behavior? I'll show you what Lan He's behavior is."

Ying Shao covered his forehead with a sullen face and changed the subject: "It's wrong, it's wrong, come here, I'll introduce it to you, this is my master!"

Ying Shao's master smiled and said: "I am Ying Shao's master Ma Qinghui. It's up to you to take good care of him. In fact, these boys usually adore you."

"Yes, yes." Ying Shao's junior brother said pitifully, "Lord Lai, and my master is also a Miao person, so he should be his own."

Hunan is so big, how can Miao people be relatives, but Ma Qinghui's hair is gray, and it is definitely not a loss to call old man, Lan He said: "For the sake of the elders, I will only play it today."

...

The destination of the flight was the provincial capital of Hunan Province, but Lan He continued to sleep after chatting with Ying Shao and the others for a while at the beginning. When they got to the airport in the provincial capital, they parted ways and had to transfer to the city where Lanhe's family was located.

By the time we got home, it was already evening.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw my uncles and aunts also, all of them came to Lan He's house as guests, and greeted him warmly when they saw him: "Lan He is back, yo, and brought a friend? He looks so handsome, is he also an actor? ?"

Lan's father laughed dryly. Contrary to his son, he was not very good at acting. And said at this time, what if everyone knows the truth in the future.

On the other hand, Song Futan greeted them naturally. What is strange about changing from a friend to a boyfriend: "I'm Lan He's (boy) friend. Come back with him to feel the atmosphere of Miao Nian, uncle and auntie." Bring your own gift.

Teacher Long was just awkward for a moment, and then took the gift: "Come here, you are so polite, you haven't eaten yet, let me heat the dish."

Lan He also greeted the elders one by one. They were also about to leave, but only said to Lan He, "If friends want to feel the atmosphere, they should take them to the stockade."

Everyone in this city is Chinese, and the atmosphere of the festival is not as strong as that in the stockade. If outsiders imagine the scene, you have to go into the mountains to see it.

After they left, Lan He's grandmother, who had gone to bed early, was also woken up by Lan's father, came out with a cane, and muttered a few words in Miao language.

Lan He hugged her grandmother and introduced her: "This is Song Futan, my friend."

Grandma nodded, said hello, and let Song Futan eat.

"Hello." Song Futan didn't understand, and felt that he should not only say hello, but looked at Lan He hesitantly, "I don't understand Miao language, can you translate it?"

Lan He: "Huh? She speaks Mandarin."

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "..."

Teacher Long laughed, "Haha plastic Mandarin, the accent is too heavy, nothing, just let you eat."

Lan He's grandmother lived in Miao Village for most of her life. She only spoke Miao language for a long time. Her Chinese was really average, and she had a heavy southern accent. She spoke Mandarin to Lan He's friends in a serious manner. Song Futan thought she was talking about Miao. language……

This episode made the atmosphere a lot more relaxed, and Father Lan also tried his best to be friendly and authentic: "The dialects of the north and the south are still very different, and the pronunciation of the south is different for ten miles."

During this period of time, he also checked a lot of information, and also read Song Futan's works, regardless of sexual orientation, the other party is quite excellent.

Song Futan: "Cough... yes."

He caught a cold, coughed twice, and when the grandmother heard it, she pointed at him: "Labaca?"

Song Futan: "...Laba porridge?"

Lan He smiled and said: "grandmother said that Laba was cut, that is to pinch butterflies. As I told you, my grandmother also learned some herbal medicines in the stockade before, and it can cure some minor diseases. The shape of the front chest is not like Butterfly or moth, so what is related to the lungs is called moth disease. If there are symptoms of lung diseases such as coughing and asthma, you can take acupuncture points and thorns in the shape of the butterfly, which can be treated. "

And Miao doctor concluded that different diseases, butterfly parts may also change, grow butterfly spots, such as this piece of skin is red and yellow, this is Bacadong, brown, gray is Bacailao.

Song Futan lowered his head and thought, with the collarbone as the midpoint, the front chest really looked like a butterfly.

The grandmother enthusiastically asked to give Song Futan a pinch, and she said that it would be fine, and took him to the air-conditioned room and told him to take off his clothes.

Lan He went to help Teacher Long, heated up the food and made a new side dish. When he brought it out, he saw Father Lan peeking at the door of grandma's room, and he and Teacher Long walked over curiously.

I saw my grandmother taking acupuncture points on Song Futan's back, pinching both sides of her spine, and speaking in plastic mandarin with a heavy accent: "Lan He was often frightened and feverish when he was a child, so I pinched butterflies for him, and his grandfather always used Their method, I say you use yours, I use mine..."

Song Futan only understood the key words: "Lan He? Um... He will be quite tired in the crew, but I urge him to eat. Sometimes he stews some soup, but he can't eat too much."

Grandma: "Haha, your body is okay. It's very bloated when you pinch this spot."

Song Futan: "Well, grandma pays attention to her body, I think you are in good spirits..."

The two of them couldn't quite understand what the other was saying, so they chatted for ten minutes, and sometimes they met each other subtly.

Father Lan was inexplicably moved, closed the door, and said to Teacher Long, "It was the same when I went to your stockade. I didn't understand the Miao language at all, and I talked to your relatives, so I just talked hard."

Just like Father Lan was because of Lan He and tried to treat him with a normal attitude, Song Futan was also because of Lan He.

Teacher Long laughed for a while, "You said that, I almost couldn't tell that you were complimenting Xiao Song. I thought you were complimenting yourself."

Father Lan blushed, "Cough cough."

Grandma's ears are not very good, and others can't hear it. Lan's father is coughing and she can hear it across the door, shouting: "Which one is coughing."

"It's alright, Mom, have you done your pinch? Let's go out to eat." Father Lan said.

Song Futan put on his clothes and came out. He and Lan He ate, and the three elders watched. Seeing that they had almost eaten, the grandmother said, "Tomorrow, Lan He will take me back to the stockade."

Lan He originally thought that she heard that Song Futan came to see the characteristics of the Miao people, but after thinking about it, she felt that the wording was wrong, "Is there something wrong in the stockade?"

It's still three or four days away from the day.

Grandma said, "There is a relative who has been working for half a year and is down. Let's go for a ride."

Falling out of anger is what they mean when they say death. My grandmother, a relative, passed away before the New Year. She is going to see it. Lan He hurriedly responded.

Lan He and his parents were tacit, waiting for Song Futan to stay for a few days and get along with them before talking, so he rested at night, so that there were four rooms at home, Song Futan lived in the guest room that Teacher Long had cleaned up in advance.

Although the matter of Song Futan will not be mentioned for the time being, there is another matter that needs to be asked.

Teacher Long asked Lan He: "Are you still... still hunting for the vagina?"

At that time, Teacher Long discovered that Lan He was eating the underworld meal. He said that there was a reason why he had to do it, and it would be better in the future.

Lan He didn't know how to answer: "Yes, but the frequency has been much lower, so you don't have to worry." After all, things have been settled and he has made a name for himself. People who covet Song Futan must also be afraid of him. Usually, the underworld is busy, so it is much easier to help.

Then Mr. Long was relieved, and instructed: "Then you will be careful when sending your grandmother to the stockade tomorrow, and don't let the grass ghosts in the stockade find out."

The grass ghost is called Gu here, because in the past, most of the women were rumored to have a Gu technique, so it was called "Grass Ghost Granny" or "Gu Granny".

Now in the city outside, some powerful Gu Masters are treated as guests by nobles.

In the Miao Village, everyone was afraid and hated Gu Granny. Because people who keep Gu must release Gu every once in a while, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable.

In the past, the stockades were very closed, and releasing Gu would harm the people and animals in their stockades.

These gu cultivators usually don't show it. Everyone privately guesses who raises gu, and they don't dare to offend them. They have to respect and stay away, and they don't want to be seen for their attitudes, so as not to be resented.

When Lan He was a child, a well-known local Gu Master wanted to accept him as his apprentice, but was rejected. Perhaps because his grandmother was a Miao doctor in the stockade and knew how to transform Gu, and his grandfather was a clothesmaker, even if the other party was careful, he couldn't do it.

...

The next day, Lan He drove her grandmother up the mountain in the family car, and brought Song Futan with her. On the way, her grandmother was still chanting: "People are out of breath at night. When the time comes to go home, don't get too close, lest Take it away..."

Here, we pay attention to the time of falling out of breath, men are better at night, and daughters are better during the day. If a woman loses her temper at night, she is afraid of leaving alone and seeks someone for company.

Lan He said, "It's okay, I should have invited someone to do it."

Grandma sighed and said, "Now there are no old masters and Taoists who lead the streets. They all go out to earn money. Now the old master in the stockade is very young, and the old one has been dead for a few years."

Laosi is the name of the Miao people for wizards. Opposite to Miao Laosi, there is also Ke Laosi, which is the name for Han wizards. The so-called leading across the street means that the old company has a certain level and is relatively powerful.

There are both Lao Si and Taoist priests here, and everyone has a different division of labor. Unlike in the capital, because there are too many mages who eat underworld meals, the services are divided into very different types. There are only a few here. In general, for matters in the house, such as being haunted by evil spirits, one would go to the old master, and for matters outside the house, such as when a person becomes frustrated and wants to hold a funeral ceremony, wrap a coffin, and chant scriptures, one would go to a Taoist priest.

Lan He comforted a few more words, and after about two hours of mountain road, he arrived at the stockade.

The stockade is built on the mountain, and the path is winding. Lan He and Song Futan helped their grandmother to walk on the road from left to right, bypassing the houses, and they heard mostly Miao language.

When approaching a fork in the road, Lan He heard Chinese.

"My God, Master is too good at acting, but Homecoming is different."

"I usually swear at people with my feet, but just now I don't mention Dosi Wen. Master, this time, Lue Lanhe."

Lan He: "..."

After just a few more steps, Lan He met with Ying Shao, who was groaning.

As soon as Ying Shao saw him, he sprayed, "cough, cough, cough!!"

Grandma immediately conditioned reflex: "Labacha..."

Lan He held down her grandmother, and said without a smile, "You have a lot of uses for this entry."

Ying Shao and his junior brother came over and were kicked one by one by Lan He.

"Lord Lai, why are you from this stockade?" Junior brother said with a sad face.

"I also want to say why you are here, I have never met your master." Although Lan He grew up in the city, she would accompany her grandmother to the stockade from time to time. There are not many people here. Zhai's, he is not unimpressed.

"Master has been out and about for many years, and I always wanted to come back to see it. In addition, I heard that a childhood elder passed away this time, so I decided to come back this year." Ying Shao pointed to the people behind him, "I am visiting relatives. , Lai Ye, I heard that there are many relatives in a stockade, it seems that everyone may really be one family."

Lan He asked, "Grandma, do you know Ma Qinghui?"

Grandma pondered: "Ma Qinghui...it seems like..."

When Ying Shao and the others heard that they were Lan He's grandmother, they came to ask for warmth, and then fell into the whirlpool of grandma's plastic Miaopu like Song Futan. But my grandmother seemed to really have an impression of Ma Qinghui, saying that she hadn't seen him for many years.

"Yes, my master went out very early." Ying Shao said excitedly, it was incredible, he was going to become relatives with Lord Lai.

At this time, in the main room, Ma Qinghui came out, and when she saw them, she said, "Huh." After walking over, she looked at her grandmother and said, "Cousin, is that you? I'm Xiaohui."

Grandma remembered it thoroughly: "Xiaohui, yes, Xiaohui! You haven't come back for a long time."

Ma Qinghui saluted her grandmother and said with emotion, "What I miss most is you and Granny Long, but unfortunately I didn't see Granny Long for the last time.

, his family still refused me to burn paper. "

"Why not." Grandma said angrily.

Ma Qinghui said in a calm but firm tone, "Because I'll raise grass ghosts, but I've already planned to go again at night."

He had just been a guest in someone's house, and even after decades had passed, people were afraid of him and didn't dare to offend him.

Grandma froze for a moment and looked at Ma Qinghui's fingers, "You really..."

Ma Qinghui introduced lightly: "Yes, these are my apprentices, and they are also grass-breeding ghosts. But don't worry, auntie, I won't let everyone go crazy."

"...Alright." Grandma introduced, "This is my grandson, and his friends..."

"I know, I know." Ma Qinghui smiled at Lan He, "I didn't expect everyone to be relatives. In terms of it, we are brothers."

"Brother." Lan He looked at Ying Shao again, "Brother, no, nephew..."

Ying Shao: "..."

I thought that I became relatives with Master Lai, but I didn't expect the issue of seniority. They are still a generation shorter! He used to be the brother next door, but now he's a nephew!

"I still have a few families to visit. You should also see Granny Long. You go first, and we'll see you later." Ma Qinghui said, and walked away with his apprentice.

The grandmother sighed and said to Lan He and Song Futan: "His mother originally married in our stockade, and his father died early, so his mother took him alone, because he is beautiful, some men will help chop wood. When they fetched water, people said that his mother was a grass ghost, and they gave her gu, and they all isolated her. Later, there were children in the stockade who got gu, and they all blamed his mother and went to his house to beat and smash her. Later, his mother became ill and only I'll get along with Granny Long and send some herbs."

Granny Long, like her grandmother, is a Miao doctor, but even if they testify that Ma Qinghui's mother is not a grass ghost, everyone will not believe it. Later, Ma Qinghui's mother died of illness, and Ma Qinghui did not return for many years after leaving the stockade, and actually became a real Gu Master.

But Granny Long's descendants can also use herbal medicines, so maybe they are not too afraid of people raising Gu, so they dared to stop Ma Qinghui.

Song Futan thought thoughtfully: "There are quite a few legends about Gu women, just for people to exclude dissidents, just like witches in the West."

Lan He really didn't know this. He didn't grow up in the stockade, and he had heard some legends about Gu Masters and Gu Grannies, but he didn't know that there were still some who were wronged.

These people don’t understand Gu art at all, so people gradually, fearful and bullied, dare to break their Gu art—it is said that in order to crack the Gu art, in addition to looking for an expert, it is also fine to smash the container for raising the Gu. . Everyone can smash openly.

Thinking about it this way, Ma Qinghui was really a victim, and such childhood made him rebellious, and he even decided to really raise Gu. However, his mentality may have changed during this time. He never came back. He didn't go back to the stockade until he was at this age.

"Let's go." Grandma said, and after another opening, they arrived at Grandma Long's house.

Her coffin is parked in the main room, the whole family wears filial piety, and the words "be a big event" are pasted on the door, telling everyone that the family is holding a funeral.

When Granny Long's son saw his grandmother, he hurried up to greet him, "Auntie, you are here."

"Hey, I'm here to see Ah Feng." Grandma wanted to go into the main room to see her old friend, but was stopped by her son, "Auntie, just burn the paper here, don't go in, the Taoist priest said that my mother left at night at the wrong time. , she can't even put on a shroud, she has to take someone to accompany her."

Grandma said sadly, "I'm at this age, if you want to take me away, just take me away."

Granny Long's son was speechless, "It's not like that..."

Grandma is older than him and has a bit of prestige, and he doesn't seem to be chasing Ma Qinghui.

Lan He blinked and said, "Uncle. I'll cut a paper figure and stick it at the door, so if you want to take it, take the stand-in with you."

Grandma knew that Lan He and his grandfather had learned paper-cutting, and also agreed: "Yes, you can use a paper man to crack it." Although she only knew some herbs, she lived a long time and knew the methods of some old ministers and Taoists.

The other party glanced at Lan He in surprise and carefully identified: "You are... my aunt's grandson, right?" He didn't watch TV much and didn't know that Lan He was an actor outside.

Lan He: "Yes." He pointed to Song Futan, wanting to introduce Song Futan.

Granny Long’s son is also named Long, and his parents have the same surname. This person has a bad memory. He only knew Lan He when he was with his grandmother, but he was always reluctant to reveal that he didn’t recognize him, so he pointed at Song Futan and said: " This, this is also in our stockade, I haven't come back for many years, but I remember, it's our row..."

Song Futan: "..."

Song Futan: "No..."

Uncle Long interrupted him: "I don't think people in this row will come to play often, often with him, I remember."

Lan He: "This is my friend from out of town. It's my first time here."

Uncle Long: "..."

Uncle Long said expressionlessly: "Oh. That's it."

Lan He wanted to help the paper cutter, but Uncle Long still pulled him and said: "Really don't worry about it, you young man! You don't know the rules in the village, the Taoist priests have said that you have to bury it hastily, and don't call People watch more, otherwise, if you see in the eyes of the old lady, she will take you with you at night, and she will tell you to die on the spot!"

Lan He: "..."

I'm sorry, not only am I not afraid of dying on the spot, I can die repeatedly, and I can send your mother a ride after I die.