Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

I don't know if it left a psychological shadow, or I was annoyed by Song Yanqing's live broadcast of the hospitalization.

Song Yanqing just recovered from his illness, so he was taken away by He Chuanhua to practice.

He formulated a plan, trying to make Song Yanqing basically have the function of self-protection within two months.

Song Yanqing held the thick spell book, looked at the five or six thicker books on the side, thought for a while and asked, "How long have you been studying?"

He Chuanhua was cleaning the rented house, and said casually after hearing the words: "I have learned this method for five years."

Song Yanqing said oh, and said in her heart that you really think highly of me.

Although Song Yanqing read it seriously every day, he didn't think he could learn it.

He Chuanhua seemed to have made up his mind to teach him, even if Song Yanqing just recited a simple incantation, he would show a gratified smile.

Song Yanqing has some talent for pinching formulas, but she can't learn talismans.

He took the cinnabar pen and carefully set it down, destroying a piece of yellow paper just after two strokes.

Song Yanqing sighed helplessly, the ghost-suppressing talisman was originally a talisman learned later.But He Chuanhua was too worried that he would encounter a ghost, and he just wanted him to learn to be able to protect himself as soon as possible.

"How about I buy your ghost-suppressing talisman." Song Yanqing put down the cinnabar pen and said with a headache: "I made a lot of money live broadcasting the hospital."

He Chuanhua brought over his satchel, took out three or four talismans, and took out a small amulet, stuffed the talisman into it, and handed it to Song Yanqing, saying, "Wear it on your body, so you can be emergency when you go out."

Song Yanqing didn't answer, he owed He Chuanhua too much, if he didn't mention anything else, he wouldn't be able to pay it back just for that life.

Holding the amulet, He Chuanhua looked at him silently, covering the emotions in his eyes with drooping eyelids.

He didn't seem to understand Song Yanqing's silent refusal, he just stretched out his hand and waited stubbornly for Song Yanqing to pick it up.

Song Yanqing really couldn't accept it, he couldn't afford it.And he remembered that He Chuanhua had an amulet that he wore close to his body, the style was almost exactly the same as this one.

Song Yanqing had someone in his heart, he was afraid that He Chuanhua would misunderstand, so he dared not reach out to accept it.

The two stalemate for a while, Song Yanqing shook his wrist and sighed, "Master Daoist, I can't afford it."

"It's worth it." He Chuanhua said, under Song Yanqing's gaze, he raised his hand and was about to put an amulet on him.

Just as Song Yanqing wanted to take a step back to avoid it, He Chuanhua suddenly grabbed his arm, his movements were light but with undeniable strength.

He frowned slightly, pointed at Song Yanqing's brows and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it in this life, but I can put it in the next life, I don't mind."

Song Yanqing said in her heart, you don't mind me.

He grabbed He Chuanhua's wrist, gritted his teeth and was about to speak.He Chuanhua pressed his lips suddenly and said in a low voice; "I know, but I just want to treat you well, you just treat it as a gift between friends, just accept it."

Looking into those eyes, Song Yanqing always felt that what he wanted to say was not these.

As he spoke, he tied the red rope around Song Yanqing's neck.

Song Yanqing didn't stop him any more, he let He Chuanhua put the amulet on him, his left hand tightly grasped the red cloth on his right wrist.The red cloth was yin and cool to the touch, but Song Yanqing's hands were getting hotter and hotter.

He Chuanhua's fingertips brushed over his collarbone, and then on the back of his neck.Mingming's fingertips were slightly cold, but Song Yanqing felt that he had ignited a fire on her body.

The fire spread down from his neck and burned straight into his heart.Gradually, the tips of his ears turned red, and even his face became hot.

The distance between the two was a bit close, Song Yanqing lowered his head so that they would not face each other.

"Okay." He Chuanhua's voice rang in his ears.

Song Yanqing raised her head upon hearing the words, but bumped into those tender eyes.

Song Yanqing only felt a buzzing in his head, and he suddenly averted his eyes.I thought, it's over.

He Chuanhua raised the corners of his mouth, he looked at the red shadow hugging Song Yanqing tightly from behind, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

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"Let's go to T University in the afternoon, and first solve the problem of the pinhole camera. Tonight I will teach you the basics of drawing talismans. You don't need to learn the formations, and wait for Brother Hao to come back and teach you." He Chuanhua didn't wait for an answer, and turned around to see Song Yanqing Read carefully.

He Chuanhua posted a Zhang Fu on the door frame and said: "Brother asked me to give the consecrated jewelry to Nurse Liu, I will go to the hospital and come back later.

Song Yanqing closed the book, got out of bed and said, "I'm going too."

When He Chuanhua heard his words, he paused slightly.

He glanced at Song Yanqing who was putting on his shoes, and said casually, "You shouldn't go out these days."

"Your body hasn't healed yet, and there's a lot of yin around here." He Chuanhua straightened his collar, picked up his satchel and said, "I'll be back in about two hours. Take care to rest, don't worry."

Song Yanqing didn't insist on hearing the words, He Chuanhua ordered a few words and went out.

As soon as he went downstairs, Hao Qingshan came out from the corner.

"Brother?" He Chuanhua was obviously taken aback when he saw him, he stopped and asked in doubt, "You didn't go to the ghost school?"

Hao Qingshan held a cigarette, folded his arms and said with a smile: "If I go to a ghost school, who else can help you."

"Brother also saw that the female student has a problem." He Chuanhua asked.

Hao Qingshan hissed and said: "Hey, I'm your senior brother. Even if I don't have yin and yang eyes, I still have willow leaves. That little girl is full of yin, she must be haunted by a ghost."

He Chuanhua thought for a while and said, "Is it the ghost king, or the ghost king who is about to melt away. Brother, even if you and I join forces, we may not be his opponent."

Hao Qingshan took a deep breath of smoke, he blew out a smoke ring at He Chuanhua, squinted his eyes slightly and said: "Damn, ghost king is such a rare thing that you don't want to see, you don't want to let senior know. Fortunately, I didn't leave, otherwise ghost king It's all taken by you."

He Chuanhua's face softened, Hao Qingshan threw the cigarette butts out and walked up to He Chuanhua, patted his shoulder and said: "You are so stern, you are like this, I don't think you will be able to catch up with that little anchor in your life."

He Chuanhua smiled and said, "Soon."

What he said was very firm, Hao Qingshan said curiously: "Where did you get the confidence."

He Chuanhua thought about Song Yanqing's reddish ear tips, and didn't answer Hao Qingshan's words, but only raised the corners of his mouth to show a faint smile.

Hao Qingshan understood the meaning of his smile, he hugged He Chuanhua and said: "Be obedient, don't be impulsive, if you completely erase the obsession that protects him, he will really hate you forever."

He Chuanhua's expression was as calm as usual, he avoided Hao Qingshan's arm and said with a smile: "It's better to hate for a lifetime than to leave nothing behind."

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Hearing the sound of closing the door, Song Yanqing slowly raised his head.

He found an interesting thing, as the orthodox Taoist, He Chuanhua's brothers have learned a lot of skills in gathering yin to raise ghosts and casting curses on yin people.

'Should it be said that they really deserve to be villains? ’ Song Yanqing said to the system, he fiddled with the pages of the book, it said how to raise a kid.

Song Yanqing didn't mind these things, but he was curious why He Chuanhua wanted to show him this book.

He flipped through several other books with notes in steel notes.Song Yanqing looked at it for a while, and suddenly found that He Chuan Huayin's methods were not ordinary.

He closed the book with a smile, thinking that it was very good, that's why he looked like a villain.

When he moved, the amulet around his neck swayed.

Song Yanqing touched the amulet, looked back and forth for a while, but didn't see any tricks.

Since wearing it, Song Yanqing has never dreamed of that person whom he yearns for day and night.

He asked the system to detect it, and the system paused for a long time, telling him that it was just an ordinary amulet.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the red cloth tied around his wrist was not as cold as before.

Song Yanqing was so bored, she rummaged through the room and found a mahogany sword under the table.

This was a special item that He Chuanhua bought on Taobao. At that time, Song Yanqing was still thinking that after all, he wanted to catch ghosts and slay demons, so he couldn't be too casual.

At least this kind of mahogany sword with free shipping of more than 30 yuan, five-star praise and rebates is not in the scope of Song Yanqing's selection.

There was a musty smell when the things were taken apart, and He Chuanhua took the sword and hid in the house to play with it for a few hours. When he came back, it had changed from a piece of broken wood into a magic weapon for exorcising ghosts and demons.

Song Yanqing guessed that the reason why He Chuanhua knew this skill was mostly because of poverty.

Holding the mahogany sword in his hand, recalling the last world, he waved it tentatively.He thought he had forgotten it a long time ago, but after he got up, he found that he remembered every sword style clearly.

He lost his internal strength and his strong body, but his hand holding the sword was very steady.

His body seemed to have remembered that feeling, Song Yanqing stepped on the floor with bare feet, but seemed to be standing on the top of a mountain holding a sword.

Song Yanqing took a deep breath, put down He Chuanhua's mahogany sword, turned around and went to Taobao to add another one.

until it gets dark.He Chuanhua didn't even come back, they originally planned to go to T University to find Liu Shiyin together in the afternoon.

Song Yanqing looked at the time, it was already four o'clock.

He dialed He Chuanhua's phone, but it rang for a long time and no one answered.

He Chuanhua's mobile phone has always been silent, so he took it out to look at it to get closer to science.

Song Yanqing was not afraid of making a mistake, he thought that He Chuanhua hadn't seen it, so he called a few more times after 2 minutes, but none of them got through.When I called again, the phone was turned off.

Song Yanqing looked at the sky and asked, "Do you know what's going on?" '

[There is no plot, and the system does not know. ]

Song Yanqing thought for a while and found out Hao Qingshan's number.

He didn't say anything about He Chuanhua, but just asked the little nurse's phone number.

Hao Qingshan gave it readily, and finally said: "Where is my junior brother?"

"Going out to buy food." Song Yanqing replied.

Hao Qingshan was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "Did something happen to him?"

Song Yanqing said, "No."

"Fart, my eyelids have been twitching all the time today, and you are calling me now, something must have happened to Chuanhua." Hao Qingshan said coldly, "What's the matter!"

Hao Qingshan is the background board in the original text, and Song Yanqing hasn't been with him for long, so he doesn't know him well.

But he has observed the relationship between He Chuanhua and Hao Qingshan, and the relationship between the two seems to be very good.

Just as Song Yanqing was about to tell the story, a woman's scream suddenly came from the phone.

The screams became distorted because of the pain, and the original voice could not be heard.

Song Yanqing subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Hao Qingshan yelled violently, then the female voice stopped abruptly and never appeared again.

"I'm in a ghost school." Hao Qingshan explained: "Here has also been set up by people, which is more clever than the one in the ghost shop. It's also gathering shade to raise ghosts..."

While he was speaking, Song Yanqing faintly heard a faint cry for help.

"Brother Hao?" Song Yanqing asked.

Hao Qingshan seemed to be very busy, he said something hastily, then hung up the phone.

Song Yanqing was holding the phone, always feeling that something was wrong.

He thought for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his head.He suddenly realized that the woman who was calling for help just now seemed to be the heroine Liu Shiyin.

At the same time, Song Yanqing heard the system's prompt: [Mr. Song, the plot has already begun, please get ready. ]

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