Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Jiang Zhiyi's contract is also simple.

Anyone who dares to use the identity of a ghost cultivator to do evil, he will personally take action to send their souls to pieces.

Regardless of whether the three ghosts believe it or not, Jiang Zhiyi can definitely do what he says.

After arranging Liu Dan's affairs, An Keshu began to prepare for a teacher-apprenticeship banquet for his son and Jiang Zhiyi.

Gifts must be sincere.

No etiquette procedure should be missed.

The cards that are due must also be given.

Although there are only six people in their apprenticeship banquet including the three ghosts.

Under Ankeshu's arrangement, the ceremony was held in an extremely grand manner.

Song Qiming let his mother do whatever she wanted. He was willing to do anything that showed his love for his master.

Jiang Zhiyi just let the mother and son do whatever they wanted.

Why do you say it’s a hassle?

An Keshu ordered: Ming'er, go and take your master to change his clothes. You two should dress more formally today.

Song Qiming immediately pulled Jiang Zhiyi into the room as if he had received a golden medal.

In order to show respect to his master, he had to dress his master himself.

The clothes for both of them were made by An Keshu himself, and the styles and designs were exactly the same, except that one was larger than the other.

Naturally, the boy had evil intentions in his heart.

He was tormented a lot when getting dressed, but he had to endure it. (If he didn't, the author would be sent to the dark room.)

When Jiang Zhiyi came out after changing her clothes, her face was rosy but pale.

I've endured too much.

It's so hard.

Jiang Zhiyi secretly vowed that he would take revenge after a few years.

Let the kid know what mistake he made today.

An Keshu saw Jiang Zhiyi looking a little abnormal after changing her clothes, and thought that she was too busy and forgot to eat, which made Jiang Zhiyi hungry.

He also instructed Song Qiming: Ming'er, quickly let your master rest on the chair, and go get some food for your master to eat. We will set it up here soon.

Song Qiming received the order again, took Jiang Zhiyi's hand and pushed him into the armchair that had been prepared long ago.

He turned around and ran to get him food.

The armchair has a thick seat cushion inside.

Jiang Zhiyi looked at the armchair under his butt and couldn't help but think of the explanation of folk customs he watched on TV in a certain modern world.

Before the bride is taken back to her husband's home and gets married, she has to sit in such a throne.

But the bride wanted to eat peanuts and dates, but he didn't want them.

Oh, I really don’t know where Xiao Ming’s mother found these antiques.

"Master, eating a red date can replenish qi and blood."

Just as I was wondering, Song Qiming came over with a small dustpan the size of a palm, smiling.

The dustpan is exquisite and unique.

Song Qiming took out a bright red date from the small winnowing basket and put it to his mouth.

Jiang Zhiyi: ...

He opened his mouth and helplessly put the date in.

Because he was sitting and Song Qiming was standing, he raised his chin slightly to look at the contents of the small winnowing basket in Song Qiming's hand.

Red dates, peanuts, longan...

Jiang Zhiyi: ...

"Um, Xiao Ming, is there any meaning behind eating these?" Jiang Zhiyi looked at Song Qiming with stiff eyes.

Because the date was still in his mouth, his words were a little unclear.

At the same time, a little trembling.

He can't help but tremble.

Have a baby soon?

I want to become your disciple and have a baby soon.

"Oh," Song Qiming smiled embarrassedly, "This is what my mother often eats, so I just grabbed some."

……

Finally everything is settled.

After living in this community for a while, Jiang Zhiyi also proposed to take Song Qiming out to find a holy place for cultivation.

“Auntie, ancient martial arts practice is different from profound methods. You need to practice in a place with abundant spiritual energy to quickly improve your skills.

Although Xiao Ming has great talent, he still needs to practice meditation to achieve results."

After Jiang Zhiyi finished speaking, An Keshu fell silent.

It’s not that she doesn’t trust Jiang Zhiyi, but Song Qiming has never left her since he was a child, and she is a little worried that her son will not be able to adapt.

"Auntie, do you have any concerns?" Jiang Zhiyi asked.

He could understand An Keshu's feelings, even though he was now Song Qiming's master.

But people's hearts are hidden, so it is normal for An Keshu to have concerns.

An Keshu shook his head: "Not really."

As he spoke, he looked at Song Qiming who was looking expectantly at the side: "Ming'er has never left me since he was a child. I'm a little worried that he won't be able to adapt."

As she spoke, An Keshu's expression became a little embarrassed because she found that she saw impatience on her son's face.

Yes, can't wait.

My son, who used to be extremely steady no matter what he did, now acts like a fool.

I was wondering in my heart, could it be that my son was so eager to go out and practice because I had restricted him too harshly over the years?

Before An Keshu could finish his inner grumbling, Song Qiming spoke:

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, and you always say that a real man shouldn't be confined to a small space.

Don't worry, with Master by my side, I'll feel at home wherever I am, and I won't be unable to adapt."

An Keshu felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Seeing that her son had expressed his opinion, she generously packed bags for Jiang Zhiyi and Song Qiming.

Although Jiang Zhiyi said that there was no need to prepare anything, he had everything.

I still prepared a lot of encore books.

Food, drink and clothing.

There are two of each.

I have to say that An Keshu acted very quickly. In just one night, he made several seasonal clothes for Jiang Zhiyi.

It is no exaggeration to say that the craftsmanship is comparable to high-end custom-made products.

Two suitcases filled.

Song Qiming followed Jiang Zhiyi, pulling a suitcase in each hand and carrying a bulging backpack on his back.

When the two of them reached the door, An Keshu couldn't help but give his son a final lecture on respecting his teachers:

"Ming'er, when you are practicing outside, you must obey your master in everything. You must not disobey your master and do anything that is extremely rebellious.

Otherwise I will definitely not forgive you.

And you better control your temper. If I find out that you dare to get angry, I will skin you alive."

An Keshu was scolding Song Qiming, but his eyes were full of reluctance.

Alas, this is also the first time they have been separated in their escape career.

"Don't worry, I won't contradict Master." Song Qiming promised: "Mom, when I return after completing my studies, I will avenge Dad and Grandpa."

Parting is always emotional. After Jiang Zhiyi and An Keshu said goodbye and promised to take good care of Song Qiming, they boarded Didi with Song Qiming and the three ghosts.

Taxis are unwilling to come here, so if you don’t call Didi, you can only take the bus.

It’s better not to be so conspicuous when there are three ghosts following you.

Song Qiming looked at the streets on both sides which were becoming more and more prosperous and the buildings were becoming more and more retro.

Very confused.

Isn’t the master going to take him to the mountains to practice?

How come it seems like it has run to the center of power in the imperial capital?

"I'll take you to see someone." Jiang Zhiyi said.

In this world filled with mystery and mysticism, the country is the most important thing.