Ginseng disease, you

Hu Dushan's actions have always been crisp and neat, it was the same 14 years ago, and it is still the same 14 years later.

He is good at wielding a sword.Although it can't fly with a sword as described in Xianxia novels, it can control magical weapons to attack.Yujian in the air made him the most popular onlooker object for children on Yunji Mountain.

Back then in Yunji Mountain, Qi Shu was also one of them.Hu Yushan once taught the young Qi Shu how to launch an attack in an instant. Although he is serious, he is surprisingly patient.

Now, the old man who once taught him used the attack method on him.

Seeing that the silver sword was approaching, Qi Shu stood in place without even trembling his eyelashes.

The sword seemed to be blocked by layers of protective nets, its speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped less than two inches in front of him.It hangs in mid-air, trembling unceasingly, black yin qi wraps around it, the silver light seems to be corroded by black qi, even the blade is covered with black marks.

"Don't show mercy." Qi Shu said in a low voice, he looked directly at the old man in front of him, the memories of the past were like rice paper soaked in water, and the ink stains were smeared on the cheeks of the person in the painting.

Hu Wangshan raised his eyelids, his eyes were a little complicated.The handsome man in front of him can still see a bit of his childhood shadow between his brows and eyes. The stern face and pretentious maturity in his youth evaporate like water. This child has learned to be calm.

If the three souls and six souls are complete, if it is not for the yin energy to enter the body, this child should be the new suzerain that Qimen has not seen for hundreds of years. He is expected by the sect to become a ghost catcher just like his father. A character second to none.

But now, as predicted, the aura on his body is like a ghost.

The old man sighed it was a pity, he has been following the teacher's training all his life, obsessed with the way of controlling the sword, taking exorcising demons and ghosts as his own responsibility, has no wife and no children, so he took good care of this child, but in the end he had to do it himself...

Qi Shu just stopped the silver sword, but did not take the initiative to do it again.Hu Dushan has a kind of master-student relationship with him, although he will not be able to trip him, but he should be courteous - not to mention, the speed at which the silver sword flies is not a killer move.

However, Xie Siyi remembered the task assigned by his master. When the two were in a stalemate, he took a step back with his right foot and kicked hard, and he jumped up, holding Yan Guizhe in his hand and attacking Qi Shu.

Yan Guidou was the mahogany sword that was severed by Qi Shu's ghost's breath unconsciously leaked when he was in Naizigou.

The Yangui fear repaired with suteng, ant stone and holmium iron no longer has the power of heaven's punishment contained in the pure lightning wood, but the blade is sharper and harder, and the peach wood cuts ghosts and evil without human blood. The cold light is completely exposed, not like before.

Hu Wangshan quickly calmed down the unbearable feeling in his heart, the silver sword he was controlling hummed, and the two swords were fired at the same time. In the past, Qi Shu might have had to spend a lot of effort, but now the ghost breath surging in his body, I'm afraid it can be evenly divided with Gou Yun.

Thinking of this, the ghost breath in Qi Shu's body began to stir, and his hands unconsciously increased their strength.With a bang, Xie Siyi slammed back fiercely, and a broken sword tip passed through his neckline from the side, leaning against his neck and nailing him to the wall.

"Siyi! Don't move!"

"do not move."

Two voices sounded at the same time, but their voices and intonations were very different.

The former voice is old, tense and angry, while the latter is extremely flat.

Xie Siyi stiffened his neck and did not dare to move.He could already feel blood oozing from his skin, faster and faster.

The old man had come to him in an instant, held his neck down, and gave him the hemostatic pill.

Hu Wangshan sighed, there is an artery in the neck, once it is opened, the consequences will be disastrous.Fortunately, Qi Shu....

Xie Siyi, on the other hand, looked at Yan Guishu who was nailed to the wall with a livid face.

It can no longer be fixed.

This sword that has accompanied him for many years.

He entered Qimen late, and he was a person with a foreign surname, but he became a disciple of the master's inner sect. Many people were not convinced. Since he entered the mountain, he was suppressed and beaten by his senior brothers, and he was also beaten by some who entered the mountain earlier. It is the children of the outer disciples who crowd out and bully in various ways.

Even if he loses, he will never be afraid to fight every time he learns from each other.The master said that he looked very much like him when he was young, so he gave him Yan Guizi as a gift.

From being powerless to parrying with ease, he has practiced hard for more than ten years, and this sword has become his pillar.His sweat, blood and powerless tears washed Yan Guizhe so cleanly.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the pain on his neck, and uttered a few words with slightly trembling lips: "Monster..."

"You are Gouyun..."

His voice was as low as a mosquito moan, and the fear contained in his words made Qi Shu's eyes gradually deepen.

It's Gouyun again.

Such accusations had been heard on and off several times since childhood.

His birth hurt his mother's vitality, and his mother passed away when he was still a baby.His father never blamed him for this, but since he was sensible, he could faintly feel that there was something hidden in the eyes of the elders looking at him.

Not disgust.

Not to mention hate.

Just watching from a distance, without saying a word.

From under the eaves of the wooden carved beams, from the front of the table with the cold plums.Such gloomy eyes once made Qi Shu feel a little angry and uneasy.

He knew that he was different from other disciples.

His father never taught him any spells, and apart from basic cultural courses, he was not allowed to attend classes in Qimen Middle School.Even if you stand outside the window and climb to the top of the building, you will be hugged down by the patrolling uncles.

His father explained that he was weak and could not practice this way, so the young Qi Shu thought that the elders were disappointed - as the head of the Qimen sect, his father was highly respected and cultivated deeply, his mother was also a high-ranking disciple of Mount Liu, and But he couldn't practice exorcising ghosts.

Qi Shu therefore worked harder.He looked through all the books that could be read in the Zangshu Pavilion. Although the electricity had already been switched on on the mountain, Qimen's discipline was strict, and the lights were turned off after ten o'clock.

At night, Yunji Mountain is out of tune with the modern world. There are no lights, feasts, or crowds of people.

He has never been down a mountain, never seen a TV, let alone a mobile phone or a computer.

So he could only figure out the time of the patrol, sneak out of the room during the interval, and read by the little light in front of the porch.

A sect like Qimen has a large collection of books, and there are also many records about ghost hunting, but the floors he can go to and the books he can secretly bring out are superficial and fragmented miscellaneous notes.

The art of practice is a treasure of a sect, from the perception of yin and yang to the use of the yellow talisman magic weapon, it is all passed on by word of mouth.

At the same time, textbooks and formulas are far from enough, because the threshold of becoming a ghost hunter is to contact Yin and Yang. For immature children with three souls and six souls, the process of perceiving Yin and Yang needs a teacher to escort them.Otherwise, in the process, if something goes wrong, the child will easily "lose his soul".

Qi Shu's talent is really outstanding, relying on what he has learned in books, he can perceive yin and yang vaguely.

He began to learn how to draw talismans. There were not many talismans in the book, some of which were only partly written, and some were only about the order of strokes.In a piece of paper sandwiched in a travel note, he saw a relatively complete pair of spells, which should be the practice work left by some uncle.

Because he couldn't get yellow paper if he didn't go to school, and he was afraid that his father would find out what he wrote on the paper, so he made gestures in the sand.

The spell was complicated and tortuous, and he didn't know where to start to describe it.He squatted on the ground, changed countless entry points, painted and erased again and again, until he could complete it in one stroke.

At that time, he didn't know that the Qimen disciples drew in the school were nothing more than the most basic spells like calling fire and diverting water.It is said to call fire and divert water, but in fact, after completing the study, they can only ignite or wet the talisman paper-even so, some of them cannot achieve it in their whole life, so the age span in the school is huge, To seven years old, up to thirty.

And this one is a lightning-inducing talisman.

He finally got a chance to get a yellow talisman. Without cinnabar, he used potato husks picked from the mountain to combine chicken blood.Chicken blood is easy to find, and you can get it while the lady in the kitchen is away.

The character is drawn.

Holding the talisman paper, he ran all the way to his father's study.

"Father!" he shouted, and put the talisman paper in front of his father's table as if offering a treasure, "I can learn spells now!"

"look!"

Unexpectedly, the always gentle father was furious: "Who taught you!?"

The anger and shock in his tone hit Qi Shu's face like a whip.He didn't even know how he got out of the room.

"Shu'er has already sensed yin and yang." He wanted to ask his father at night, but before he reached the study, he heard his father's voice, and the tired and sad sigh made him stop far away.

Then there was an old voice: "He has three souls and six souls but not all of them, but he is very talented."

"As the hexagram shows, the evil ghost Gouyun will wake up on him."

"This child... can't be kept."

His head was buzzing.He couldn't hear the quarrel between his father and the old man.

He only remembered a few words, the container of the hook.

Who is Gou Yun?

It is an evil ghost that everyone who wants to step into the world of ghost hunters knows.According to the rumors, the change of Yubin was initiated by him to suppress the evil ghost Gouyun. At that time, there were not even one ghost-catching masters, and the inheritance of many exercises was cut off at this time.

What does the hooked container mean?Qi Shu reached out and touched his face.

The soul that exists in this immature body, that is, he, is a false existence.He finally understood the complex eyes the elders looked at him.

—Look at a scourge not yet grown.

So, what did his father think of him?

He is not a scourge, not a hooker!

He held his breath, begging to hear his father's voice.

"Qi Sijiu!" The old voice was full of anger, "When Gou Yun wakes up, the world will surely be devastated!"

"How can you do it for your own selfishness..."

"Have you forgotten what Qimen's purpose is?"

"It's the common people's responsibility." Qi Sijiu said with difficulty, "But..."

"When did Liu Shan's prophecy go wrong?" The old man asked again, "And it was Cong Xue..."

There was a sudden silence in the room, and there was no sound.

Cong Xue is Qi Shu's mother's boudoir name.

He had also heard the name of Mount Liu when chatting with his companions, people from Mount Liu could only do trigrams in their life and never made a mistake.It's just that divination loses life and damages virtue, so it's hard to find a divination.

There is no trace of his mother in his memory.I also asked my father, but my father only said that she was not in good health.

original.

It turned out that it was not because of poor health, but because of divination.

for him.

The author has something to say:

Qi Shushu had a bad childhood.It's a little poor.