beloved does not come back

Yu Lang has been gone for a week.

Jiang Tianxiao felt as if he had been walking for a long time—maybe it was because he was too tired during this time.

He got up at six o'clock in the morning and exercised until ten o'clock, and then he was caught by He Sheng to practice spiritual arts, starting from the most basic drawing symbols and using a compass. In the afternoon, He Sheng would teach him some fighting skills.In the evening, it is to explain some common sense of using spiritual arts.

The first time I tried to use spiritual techniques was from the simplest cinnabar formation, a pinch of cinnabar, a piece of A4 paper with symbols drawn on it, and lighting a fire—in the silence, Jiang Tianxiao gradually felt a little hot on his fingertips.

The heat was like a stream of water, flowing from the fingertips along the arms, slowly flowing into his chest, thighs, soles of feet... his whole body became hot, and his back was slightly sweaty.

It's as comfortable as soaking in warm water, and the soft waves gently hit the body.

Jiang Tianxiao always thought that spiritual arts were cold and sharp—like the time long ago, when Yu Lang temporarily transferred his spiritual power to him, the sharp pain that was almost suffocating—but no, it turns out that spiritual arts can be so gentle and smooth. gentle.

The heat in his body gradually dissipated, Jiang Tianxiao opened his eyes, only to feel that his eyes were clear and his limbs were light.

"Does it feel good?" He Sheng asked with a smile.

"Well, it's very comfortable."

"You are very powerful," He Sheng said, "It is the first time you have used your spiritual power to such an extent. In your state just now, if you were the most ordinary ghost, they would not be able to get close to you."

"Really?" Jiang Tianxiao couldn't believe it: "Such a simple formation can be so powerful?"

"The cinnabar array made of cinnabar and talismans is the same for anyone who puts it up. The key is how much spiritual power the user can release from the array, and whether they can control the spiritual power."

Jiang Tianxiao couldn't help staring at the palm of his hand. There were two thin calluses on the five fingers. The hand lines were messy and there was nothing special about them.

"Then using spiritual power, will it harm the living?" Jiang Tianxiao asked.

"Of course, but it depends on the situation. If the other party is also a spiritual master, it's like Yu Lang beating the person of Shen Yuanmen on the construction site. He uses spiritual art, and the people of Shen Yuanmen also use it. The two parties' spiritual power will naturally compete with each other. But "He Sheng paused for a few seconds, and his voice suddenly became slow and soft: "If it is for ordinary people who don't know spiritual skills, spiritual power can't help - I always think this is God's will, spiritual masters can be very powerful, Strong spiritual power can kill ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, but it can't harm weak ordinary people."

Jiang Tianxiao froze for a moment: "This...it's like a kind of balance."

He Sheng smiled: "Yes, it is a kind of balance that restricts the power of the spiritual master. Some spiritual masters think it is a bondage, but it is not. people' range."

Jiang Tianxiao was a little dizzy by what he said: "Spiritualists are humans after all?"

He Sheng narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were floating back and forth on the white wall in front of him. He always had a playful smile on his face, but now he was in a daze: "No, Jiang Tianxiao, you have to know... When the power is too strong, it is very likely that you will no longer It can be counted as a 'person'. Think about it, how much difference is there between an extremely powerful spiritualist and an evil spirit?"

Jiang Tianxiao didn't know why He Sheng made this comparison, the difference?Of course the difference is huge.Evil has no human consciousness anymore, he thought of Liu Xiaopan's Evil after death, a mass of fleshy, rotten - can it be the same as a living spiritualist? !

Just when he was about to argue, He Sheng shook his head: "What are you talking about, you don't understand, that's all, let's fight."

Jiang Tianxiao's knees softened.

He Sheng's "passing tricks" is nothing but farting!He was beaten again and again until he couldn't find his way, and his body was covered with bruises.Right now, both knees are still blue and purple.

"Don't be inked." He Sheng smirked and patted Jiang Tianxiao's shoulder: "Do you know how much it costs for me to go to the martial arts school for a class... Come on."

Jiang Tianxiao punched up, and as expected, He Sheng in front of him dodged at an extremely strange speed, and appeared behind Jiang Tianxiao like a ghost.

He picked up Jiang Tianxiao and flipped him to the ground neatly.

"..." Jiang Tianxiao felt that his back would be thrown out of the cocoon in a few days, so he rolled over and got up: "Come again."

This time it was He Sheng who punched, Jiang Tianxiao put his feet apart into a horse stance, his hands tightly clenched into fists in front of him.

He Sheng raised his eyebrows and rushed forward!

Jiang Tianxiao quickly turned sideways, and before He Sheng could turn around, he threw himself towards He Sheng's back——

Yet it was too late.

He Sheng bent down, dexterously dodged Jiang Tianxiao's attack, and suddenly swept his leg——

Jiang Tianxiao fell to his knees with a "plop".

"You can't do this," He Sheng sighed, "With your level, Yu Lang can finish you with one hand...within five minutes."

Jiang Tianxiao: "..."

The gap between me and Yu Lang lies in various aspects... On the night at the construction site, Yu Lang beat up a large group of people including the master of the Shenyuan Sect by himself. The voice is like a stone throwing the ground.

"Brother Sheng," Jiang Tianxiao couldn't help feeling a little discouraged: "How long has Teacher Yu been practicing?"

He Sheng didn't speak.

"Brother Sheng?"

"You don't have to compete with Yu Lang." He Sheng turned around and said while pouring water, "Yu Lang is a genius."

"……Oh."

In the evening, He Sheng explained the common sense of spiritual arts to Jiang Tianxiao.

"Do you remember?" He Sheng pointed to the picture on the laptop: "Moonstone purifies, obsidian wards off evil spirits, crystal auspicious..."

Jiang Tianxiao looked at the small round beads lined up in the picture: "Why are they so similar?"

"Like? Where is it like?!" He Sheng poked at the computer screen in dismay: "Obsidian is black! Crystal—this is amethyst, isn't this purple?!"

Jiang Tianxiao thought to himself that it's obviously too dark!

"It's okay, anyway, these things are very expensive and you don't usually use them," He Sheng cut to the next picture: "Now I will tell you how to use jade, oops, jade is used less..."

Jade.

Jiang Tianxiao thought of Yu Lang's jade Buddha pendant.

Damn - why do I miss Yu Lang again? !

Forget it!

"As for jade, it has a lot of spiritual power, basically it can be counted as the most among many ores, but different types of jade—"

"Brother Sheng," Jiang Tianxiao interrupted him softly, "I have a question."

"Ah, say."

"What kind of jade is that on Teacher Yu's neck? I...looks pretty."

I'm finished, Jiang Tianxiao thought to himself, why can't I stop thinking about him.

"That..." He Sheng was silent for a few seconds: "It doesn't look like a very valuable species."

"Oh, is that so..." Jiang Tianxiao recalled the pendant. It seemed that it was not very valuable. It was not the kind of jade with a texture as warm as water and a dark green color that was slightly translucent in the advertisement, but light green. Some are like Chinese cabbage.

"Hey, it's definitely not worth much," He Sheng said, "Wouldn't Yu Lang use that as a temporary shelter for fools? Think about it, if it's very valuable jade, how can he be willing?"

makes sense.

Jiang Tianxiao remembered that it was a Buddha—men wear Avalokitesvara and women wear Buddhas, why doesn't Yu Lang wear Avalokitesvara?

"Let me tell you something interesting..." He Sheng forked off the picture and smiled at Jiang Tianxiao.

Jiang Tianxiao was so terrified by his laughter, wondering if he wanted to force me to look at pictures of all kinds of ghosts like the day before yesterday?

"I heard about this when I was at Shenyuanmen." He Sheng lowered his voice and said slowly: "An old woman told me about it at the time, and she said it was about Wan Qing, but the exact time She doesn't know either."

"Uh...Okay, tell me."

"That's what I said. In the late Qing Dynasty, the whole country was in chaos. There were foreigners abroad and there were rebellions inside. This happened in Ningxia. At that time, a spiritual master from Shen Yuan's family was traveling, and he had no money in Ningxia. This kid was a bit on the back again, his luggage was stolen, and he only had some food on him. He had no choice but to follow the team of hungry people, and he didn't know where he was going. Anyway, he thought that as long as he entered the city, he could make money with spiritual magic— — Look at Feng Shui fortune-telling or something, you know."

Jiang Tianxiao nodded: "And then?"

"Then, he followed the team of hungry people. It was his first trip to the northwest, and he had no idea of ​​the route or direction. He followed the team for three days and three nights. He was about to run out of water and food. He doesn't know why he hasn't come to town yet."

"He wondered if the city gates were not open to the hungry people, and these hungry people bypassed them? He asked other people, but those people ignored him at all and didn't even look at him. He could tell from the clothes of those people that they were Muslims. , he thought maybe the Hui people ignored the Han people—there was chaos at that time.”

The lights in the room flickered suddenly.

Jiang Tianxiao shivered: "What the hell is going on--"

He Sheng rolled his eyes: "Look at your potential!"

Fortunately, after the lights flashed twice, nothing happened.

He Sheng went on to say: "The spiritual master thought, there is no way to go on like this. The main reason is that he is really hungry. He took aim at an old man in the team. He saw that the old man had a big bag, which was tightly tied. Yes, in his arms every day. He thought that the old man’s pocket is so precious, there must be food in it. He also thought, anyway, the old man eats little, so he will steal some food while he is sleeping at night, and then turn around and make money to eat. Just feed the old man."

"That night, when it was very late, he got up quietly and found the old man. The old man was lying flat on the sand, very careless, still holding the bag in his hand."

"He slipped over, trying to pull the bag out of the old man's hand... At this time, there was a gust of wind. In the Gobi, it was very windy. The key point is that this gust of wind blew the old man's white hat over his face. He was startled, just about to lie down and pretend to be asleep, when he suddenly saw the old man's face—"

He Sheng's voice could not be lowered any lower, Jiang Tianxiao's heart was beating like a beating, and a layer of goosebumps stood up on his arms.

"He saw that the old man had his eyes open."

"It was only later that he found out that the group of hungry people were all ghosts. They didn't know that they had become ghosts and were still rushing to their hometown." He Sheng shrugged: "There are many similar stories. Humans always want to return to their roots. "