ghost master

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Wang Xiaopang cried all the way and covered Xiao Dingding all the way, until Han Lin led him into the mountain forest, and there were no pedestrians around, Wang Xiaopang cried and let go of the hand covering his face.

Shame to death!Although he knew very well that people in the town couldn't see him, he still couldn't accept being naked in the sky psychologically.

The first time Wang Xiaopang's soul came out of his body, he didn't know how to control his soul body at all, so he grabbed the rope formed by the gathering of spiritual energy with both hands with tears in his eyes, and approached his body little by little along the rope.

"Give me back my body!" Wang Xiaopang rushed towards "myself", thinking that I could enter my own body, but ended up on "myself"'s back, feeling a soft and warm body.

There is no clothes in front of the soul body, so Wang Xiaopang's soul body and his body are directly attached, and the skin is closely attached.

It turns out that this is how I feel when I hug myself!Wang Xiaopang couldn't help touching "myself" a few times, the touch was very delicate, and it felt like a door to a new world had opened up.

The expressionless "Wang Xiaopang" froze and turned his head with a gloomy face, "Don't touch this deity."

After Han Lin finished speaking, he grabbed Wang Xiaopang's arm and flew him back to the sky in a circle in the air. If there was no spirit rope wrapped around Wang Xiaopang's waist, Wang Xiaopang would not know where he would fly go.

Wang Xiaopang, who was thrown back into the sky, was in a hurry, thinking that the ghost had taken his body and refused to return it. In a panic, he yelled at Han Lin: "You ghost! Ghost! Give me back your body!"

Han Lin glanced coldly at Wang Xiaopang, who was floating in the sky, ignored him, and continued to lead him to the Zongmen with the spirit rope. When the two returned to the Zongmen, Wang Xiaopang, who was floating in the sky, Fatty saw someone, so he crossed his legs and covered his private place with his hands in shame and embarrassment.

Back in the remote courtyard, the door of Tian Zixuan's house was closed tightly, and he must be practicing in the house. Han Lin led Wang Xiaopang's soul back to the house, then took back the spirit rope, and let Wang Xiaopang float around in the room .

"You don't use your body well." Han Lin said with a bit of disgust.

Wang Xiaopang has never seen such a brazen person, who obviously took his body and still picks and chooses, so he was wronged and sad and muttered again: "Then you give me back the body."

Han Lin snorted coldly, and Wang Xiaopang, who was floating in the sky, suddenly felt a great suction force. At the same time, the scene in front of him changed, and he had returned to his body!

Wang Xiaopang heaved a sigh of relief, and touched his body up and down in shock until he was sure that there was no discomfort in his body, then he looked at Han Lin, who was fluttering in clothes, and complained: "It's rare that my adoptive father came to visit me, Why did Master drive him away?"

"Your adoptive father came to see you just to get benefits from you." Han Lin said blankly, and then urged Wang Xiaopang: "Start practicing, today wasted a lot of time."

Wang Xiaopang was angry. He was full of joy when he went out to meet Li Daoren, but he returned disappointed. In addition, he was "oppressed" by Han Rin for half a month. Now, lay down on the bed and roll up the quilt, and curl up in the quilt like a turtle.

"I don't practice, I'm very tired!" Wang Xiaopang boldly confronted Han Lin, determined to confront this ghost, otherwise he would be oppressed to death sooner or later.

Sure enough, Han Lin got angry, and showed a fierce look on his face again, and no matter how many times Wang Xiaopang looked at this expression, he would still be afraid, so his courage began to leak, and he only dared to show half of it when he was curled up under the quilt. face.

"Master..." Wang Xiaopang looked at Han Lin who was gradually approaching him, and said unwillingly, "You are a ghost, but I am a human!"

Han Lin was stunned, and then the hostility on his face dissipated, but there was still no emotion on that handsome face.

Han Lin floated in front of the bed curtain, looking at Wang Xiaopang who was curled up under the blanket without saying a word, and after a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"The deity has lost most of its emotions."

Wang Xiaopang didn't understand what he heard, Han Lin continued: "People have three souls and seven souls, the three souls govern the mind, intelligence and body, and the seven souls govern the seven emotions, which are joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire. This deity now only has three souls and one soul."

Wang Xiaopang was silent for a while, and then asked: "So Master only has one emotion at the moment?"

Han Lin nodded.

"What kind?"

"angry."

Wang Xiaopang came to a sudden, and his mind became clear in an instant. No wonder the ghost was either expressionless or fierce. It turned out that all he had left was "anger". Lin felt a little sympathetic, and was thinking about whether to comfort him, when Han Lin said coldly:

"So you'd better not hold back your anger."

After Han Lin finished speaking, his big hand went through the quilt and grabbed Wang Xiaopang's neck, pulling him out of the warm quilt.

"Practice!"

Wang Xiaopang was strangled by the ghost, wanting to cry but no tears.

To hell with all sympathy, woo.

……

If there is hell in this world, then Wang Xiaopang feels that he lives in the nineteenth level of hell every day, a terrifying existence higher than the eighteenth level of hell.

He still eats four meals a day now, but he doesn't gain weight anymore, and even gradually loses weight as he grows taller. Wang Xiaopang didn't feel it himself, and only found out after being told by the canteen grandfather.

"Have you eaten well?" The old man put a lot of stewed meat into the food box for Wang Xiaopang, and looked at him worriedly: "I lost a lot of weight."

Wang Xiaopang touched his face, really, the neck became thinner, and the chin became sharper.

Could it be...

Wang Xiaopang peeked at the ghost with a pale face, could it be because the ghost had absorbed his energy? !

Han Lin knew very well what Wang Xiaopang was thinking, even Wang Xiaopang knew that every time he had a nightmare, he was dreaming of him. Life.

Although Wang Xiaopang lived like an ascetic monk under his iron-blooded wrist, Han Lin was still dissatisfied with his cultivation speed.

The talent of Wang Xiaopang's Alien Spirit Root is good, but the meridians are a little thinner, if the meridians can be wider to draw qi into the body, the amount of aura that can be introduced into the body will be much more.

Give Wang Xiaopang a Yijin Xisui Pill.Han Lin thought this way, he also ate one when he was a teenager, and his cultivation speed was fully doubled.

However, Yijin Xisui Pill, a heaven-defying elixir for improving physical fitness, is priceless and has no market. The materials are rare, and they must be refined by an alchemist above the Nascent Soul Stage with Sanyang True Fire. It belongs to the great-great-grandson of Yuan Ying's ancestor, where should he find another one for Wang Xiaopang now?

Han Lin was thinking there, but Wang Xiaopang fell ill, just as he was about to break through the third level of the Qi refining period.

Cultivators hardly get sick, so there are dozens of alchemists in the sect, but there are only two doctors, one in charge of the inner sect and the other in charge of the outer sect.

Ever since Wang Xiaopang showed his astonishing talent in cultivating immortals, the senior officials of Xue Tianzong have attached great importance to him, so they asked the inner doctor to see Wang Xiaopang.

The inner doctor also came from the mortal world, and was the son of the chief physician of the previous emperor of Caiguang Kingdom. Later, Wang Xiaopang learned that [-]% of the monks in the mortal world were related to the royal family. Ask monks to help you find someone with spiritual roots among the nobles. If you have high aptitude, you will secretly bless the royal family. If you have low aptitude, you will return to the court to become an official. Qi training monk.

Chen Mulin told Wang Xiaopang about this. He intended to make friends with Tian Zixuan and Wang Xiaopang, so he often came to their place. He also told Wang Xiaopang that Tian Zixuan came from the royal side. Of the nine mortal world monks, only Wang Xiaopang is a wild boy from the folk, a so-called mortal among mortals.

Wang Xiaopang originally thought that being the son of the county magistrate was very powerful, but when he heard Chen Mulin say this, he immediately became embarrassed.

He even showed off in front of Tian Zixuan before.

The son of the imperial doctor came over, he was a Confucian scholar in his early 30s, with an ordinary face, but a good temperament.

"Uncle Han Xingshan, how is Xiaopang?" Chen Mulin asked the Confucian scholar, while Tian Zixuan stood silently by the side.

"Physical disorder caused by qi stagnation and excessive pressure is a bit like going crazy, but it's not a problem, just take a good rest for a while." Han Xingshan said, not planning to prescribe medicine for Wang Xiaopang.

Chen Mulin was startled when he heard the words, and looked down at Wang Xiaopang, who was flushed, and laughed at him: "No wonder I see you practicing every time I come over, you are only ten years old, and your aptitude is so good, why are you so anxious?"

Tian Zixuan, who was standing aside, was thoughtful, quietly looking around the room with his beautiful peach blossom eyes, as if he was looking for something.

His hand was suddenly held, Tian Zixuan was startled, and turned his head to look, it turned out that the Confucian scholar took advantage of Chen Mulin's inattention and held Tian Zixuan's hand, his eyes with some crow's feet stared at Tian Zixuan's handsome face.

Tian Zixuan frowned slightly, and immediately pulled out his hand, Han Xingshan smiled faintly, and looked at Wang Xiaopang again.

Knowing that Wang Xiaopang didn't suffer from any strange disease, Chen Mulin felt relieved, and Han Xingshan openly said in front of Wang Xiaopang and Chen Mulin that he wanted to chat with Tian Zixuan, but Chen Mulin didn't suspect anything, both of them were from the royal family. , It's normal to chat in private.

Tian Zixuan couldn't refuse, so he silently led Confucian scholars into his room, and then set up a simple soundproof barrier.

"It's the first time I meet my uncle, what's the matter with my uncle?" Tian Zixuan lowered his eyes to make tea for the Confucian scholar, and Han Xingshan held his hand again when he handed over the teacup.

"It's the first time we've met, but I've heard of you, Tian Zixuan, the young prince's personal servant." Han Xingshan took Tian Zixuan's hand and tugged it, occupying his own foundation building cultivation base and forcefully Tian Zixuan pulled him into his arms, and raised his chin: "If I knew you were so beautiful, I should have come to see you earlier."

Tian Zixuan pursed his lips, his face was a little ugly, but he didn't dare to come out of this person's arms, because he was inferior to this person in terms of power and cultivation.

"What is Uncle Master doing?!" Tian Zixuan looked at Han Xingshan slightly angrily.

Han Xingshan reached out and touched Tian Zixuan's buttocks, and smiled obscenely: "Don't pretend to be pure, the young prince is notoriously lustful, men and women are not taboo, whether it is choosing a waiter or a maidservant, he always chooses people with outstanding looks , you are his personal servant, so it is impossible that you have not slept with him with such a close identity."

Tian Zixuan was exposed to pain, his face turned pale, his eyelashes trembled slightly, after thinking for a while, he said slowly: "Zixuan remembers that my uncle and the previous princess have formed a pair of monks."

"If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, how would the princess know? Besides, she is actually the concubine's concubine. If she hadn't been found to have spiritual roots, she wouldn't be the princess." Han Xingshan lowered his head and licked Tian Zixuan's face. Xuan showed disgust, so he struggled, but was slapped hard by Han Xingshan.

"Does my nephew want me to spread the word about your affair with the little prince?" Han Xingshan pinched Tian Zixuan's buttocks, and warned with unkind eyes: "The world of cultivating immortals rejects monks from the mortal world. If people know You are not a real prince and grandson, but just a male servant serving Israel, how do you think your situation in the sect will be in the future?"

Tian Zixuan covered his beaten face, his whole body trembled with anger, but after a long time, he silently closed his eyes, and at the same time his body softened.

Forget it, it wasn't the first time he had seen the ugly face of the upper class.

I really want to become stronger...

The gauze curtain fell, the wooden bed swayed, and a ghost turned around and walked away through the wall.

I see.Han Lin returned to Wang Xiaopang's side, Chen Mulin had already left, and Wang Xiaopang was sleeping on the bed.

man and man?It's really strange, the mortal world is really filthy.

Han Lin looked down at Wang Xiaopang who was sleeping. The ten-year-old boy, who had lost a lot of weight, had a flushed face, white skin like snow, and a childlike innocence.

The children raised by the deity are much cleaner than those mortals.