ghost master

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As soon as Wang Xiaopang opened his eyes, he saw Han Lin floating above him, facing him.

Wang Xiaopang suddenly felt a lot of pressure, he lay on the bed and laughed dryly: "Master... what are you doing?"

"There's nothing to do." Han Lin floated face down, looking indifferently at Wang Xiaopang who was directly below him: "I'll just watch you sleep."

No wonder I have nightmares every day.Wang Xiaopang muttered in his heart, pretending to be weak: "Master, that... I'm still not feeling well."

"Yes." Han Lin replied calmly.

Does this mean that he is allowed to continue to rest?Wang Xiaopang was confused, but Han Lin would not move if he didn't ask him to practice, so he turned his head and looked out the window, it was dark in the evening, so he asked Han Lin: "Master, is the meal time over? "

"pass."

Wang Xiaopang looked at the table again, and seeing that there was only a teapot on it, he immediately complained: "Brother Tian didn't bring me food..."

Han Lin remained silent. The doctor came out of Tian Zixuan's room half an hour ago. Tian Zixuan sent him to the gate of the courtyard, and his face was still flushed. The doctor was also bold and hugged him at the gate of the courtyard. He kissed Tian Zixuan a few times, said a few words to him, gave Tian Zixuan another bottle of elixir, and then left with the sword.

When the doctor was gone, Tian Zixuan punched the wall, walked to the well in the corner of the yard, poured seven buckets of ice-cold well water on his body, went back to the house, changed his clothes, and ate the elixir Started to practice.

The doctor seemed to give Tian Zixuan a pill that could improve his cultivation. This kind of pill was the most expensive. Even for a monk in the Qi refining period, it would cost tens of hundreds of spirit stones. The doctor was generous.

Thinking of the elixir, Han Lin said to Wang Xiaopang, "I want to give you a Yijing Xisui Pill."

"What is that?" Wang Xiaopang smacked his lips because he wanted to eat.

In fact, after starting to practice, Wang Xiaopang found that he was not as hungry as before, and the hunger came later and later as his cultivation level increased. He used to feel hungry if he didn't eat for an hour or two, but now he doesn't feel anything if he doesn't eat for a day.

But wanting to eat is just because you want to eat, it has nothing to do with whether you feel hungry or not.

"A kind of elixir that can open and expand the meridians and improve physical fitness, and the speed of practice will be much faster." Han Lin explained.

Cultivation again... Wang Xiaopang turned over unhappily.

Han Lin's soul felt the repulsion and boredom from Wang Xiaopang. He was silent for a while, and then conjured up an ice bead. Wang Xiaopang was tricked by this ice bead many times, so his eyes became very sharp. Before throwing the ice beads over, he retracted his head into the bed and hid.

"I won't hit you." Han Lin said.

"Liar." Wang Xiaopang didn't believe it.

"This deity doesn't bother to lie to you."

"..." These words made Wang Xiaopang really want to beat this ghost.

"Want to kneel?"

Wang Xiaopang shook his body, then reluctantly poked his head out from under the quilt, and then an ice bead went into his mouth.

Wang Xiaopang was stunned with ice beads in his mouth, and looked at Han Lin in surprise.

Han Lin didn't say anything about it, he looked at Wang Xiaopang under him calmly, and continued to talk about the Yijing Xisui Pill: "The pill is precious, and I don't have it, so you go and ask for a month's leave. Go find a good friend, he runs a business, maybe you can get one for this deity."

The friend Han Lin was talking about was the one who forged the Ice Soul Orb and gave it to him specially for him to overcome the catastrophe. He was also the only person Han Lin could trust completely.

Originally, there was another life-and-death friend, but... was severely betrayed.

Wang Xiaopang was overjoyed: "Are you going out to play?"

"No, you have to practice on the road."

Wang Xiaopang was disappointed, and sucked the ice beads in his mouth aggrieved.

Although the ice beads are tasteless, it is also more interesting to eat cold, which is much more comfortable than empty mouth.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang huddled under the blanket and acting like a pissed off daughter-in-law, Han Lin added with a cold face: "But it must be easier than being in the sect. Also, considering that you are still young now, you will not This deity will give you time to relax."

Wang Xiaopang became happy again when he heard the words, but Han Lin said again: "If you fall ill again, it will be too late to practice."

After all, giving him time to rest is for him to practice better.Wang Xiaopang scolded Han Rin in his heart again. He knew that Han Rin knew his inner thoughts, but he couldn't control his anger and complaints.

Anyway...

The ghost never told him about it.

Wang Xiaopang happily went to Tian Zixuan the next day and asked him to take him to ask for leave.

"If you want to ask for leave, you can go to Uncle Han Fang." Tian Zixuan stood at the door with a faint smile, looking at Wang Xiaopang with complicated eyes.

If Wang Xiaopang hadn't fallen ill suddenly, Han Xingshan wouldn't have come to see him, and he wouldn't have been insulted like that.

Because of such thoughts, Tian Zixuan felt a little bit resentful towards Wang Xiaopang. This kid took all the benefits, but brought troubles, even disasters, to his originally peaceful life of cultivating immortals.

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang knew Han Fang, so he trot away excitedly, turning his head and waving at Tian Zixuan while running: "Congratulations, senior brother, on the sixth floor of the Qi refining period!"

Tian Zixuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly as he watched Wang Xiaopang leave.

He was able to ascend to the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage so quickly because he took the elixir given to him by Han Xingshan. It was the first time he took a elixir that could improve his cultivation. He did not expect the effect to be so good. No wonder this kind of elixir is expensive .

Next time Han Xingshan comes over, let him give him another pill. As an alchemist, he should be able to take it out.Thinking of this, Tian Zixuan lowered his eyes and turned back to the house.

Anyway, they have already had a relationship, at least they must get some benefits.

I hate it.

Wang Xiaopang ran to find Han Fang, but Han Fang was not there. A young female monk kindly told Wang Xiaopang that the sect was going to recruit a group of new disciples. Without a strong backing, the Zongmen wants to quickly introduce new blood to enhance its strength before its reputation is lost. If it is lucky, it may be able to cultivate a new "Xue Zun".

"But my sister thinks that Xiao Zhu is the second 'Snow Lord'!" The female monk pinched Wang Xiaopang's face and joked: "Little Pig has the same qualifications as the Spiritual Root like Xue Zun, and Xue Zun died as soon as he died. The little pig is here, just like taking over from Xuezun!"

"Senior Sister, my name is Wang Xiaopang..." Wang Xiaopang sneered, watching Han Lin's face quietly, for fear that what the female monk said would anger Han Lin.

If you die and become a ghost and find that everyone is talking about your death, you must feel very uncomfortable, right?

"But everyone calls you Wang Xiaozhu, isn't it much cuter than Wang Xiaopang?" The female monk was still joking, thinking that Wang Xiaopang's face was too comfortable to pinch, as soft as a bun.

The female monk was very happy, but Wang Xiaopang felt that his face was in pain, so he found an excuse and ran away with a blushing face, planning to come back tomorrow.

When he arrived at a deserted place, Wang Xiaopang glanced at Han Lin who was floating behind him, saw his expressionless face, so he hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Master, don't be sad, even though you died , but it seems to me that you are still alive."

Han Lin didn't respond, Wang Xiaopang thought for a while, boldly grabbed his hand, looked up at him with a red face, "Look! I can touch you!"

One person and one ghost looked at each other for a long time, and then Han Lin reminded Wang Xiaopang very calmly: "As I told you, I have lost most of my feelings."

Wang Xiaopang was stunned, thinking of this, only one of the seven emotions controlled by Qipo remained.

Han Lin took his hand out of Wang Xiaopang's warm little hand, "Whether it's love or sadness, I can't feel it, so you don't have to care."

After Han Lin finished speaking, he slowly drifted forward along the path. Wang Xiaopang followed behind him. He silently looked at Han Lin's translucent figure. Obviously, the person involved didn't feel anything, but he became depressed. For the first time in a long time, Once, I took the initiative to help Han Lin find those lost souls.

Han Lin, who was floating in front, suddenly asked, "Don't you hate this deity? Why are you sad?"

Wang Xiaopang was startled, knowing that the ghost had sensed his mood, so he quickly waved his hands and stammered an explanation: "No, I don't hate it."

"lie."

Wang Xiaopang was exposed, he lowered his head in embarrassment, "Uh... this disciple has a little... hates Master, but also..."

Wang Xiaopang didn't continue.

Han Lin snorted coldly, then turned around, and shot an ice bead at Wang Xiaopang with his translucent fingertips. Wang Xiaopang immediately hid aside, but his speed was not fast enough, and his forehead was still hit.

Wang Xiaopang groaned in pain, and reached out his hand pitifully to touch his forehead.

"I don't need your pity." Han Lin said coldly, and continued to float forward.

This bullet broke most of Wang Xiaopang's pity for Han Lin. He walked behind Han Lin unhappy, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and picked up the ice cube that fell on the ground. The bead, brought it to his mouth and blew off the grass clippings on it, then happily stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

Because the sect was busy recruiting new disciples, Wang Xiaopang waited half a month before seeing Han Fang, but Han Fang was still very busy, busy allocating new disciples' residences, etc., knowing that Wang Xiaopang wanted to ask for leave After that, I sent him away with three or two sentences.

"Want to go home after being sick? How can this work? You have been in the sect for less than half a year, so you should practice quietly and wait for the Spring Festival." Han Fang will not easily allow Wang Xiaopang to go home. Cultivators are the most troublesome. They will go home for the Dragon Boat Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival. Sometimes my sister is sick and my grandma is dead. In a year, I can always find more than a dozen reasons to go home. .

Since entering the world of cultivating immortals, one must have the awareness to abandon the mundane affairs of the world. For cultivators, a year is just a snap of the fingers, and sometimes it takes several years or even decades to retreat. How could it be possible to achieve the great cause of cultivating immortals?

Therefore, most sects don't like to accept monks from the mortal world. It is convenient to recruit the descendants of immortal cultivators. There are not so many broken things and they understand the rules.

After Wang Xiaopang was rejected by Han Fang, he was so sad that he died, but Han Lin didn't care, and immediately began to arrange Wang Xiaopang's daily practice.

One day in the sky and one year in the ground actually does not mean that time passes differently in the world of cultivating immortals and the world of mortals, but that people in the two worlds have different concepts of time. Han Lin thinks half a year is a blink of an eye, but for Wang Xiaopang It is divided into 6 months, and each month is divided into 30 days, but it is quite a long period of time, so I feel very bitter. Fortunately, Han Lin will let Wang Xiaopang take a day off every month. Playing outside the door, catching wild rabbits in the mountains to pick mulberries, or pretending to be a little Taoist priest to go to the small town to ask for food from mortals, half a year has passed without knowing it.

In January, the Snow Heaven Sect, which was already in the northern part of Caiguang Kingdom, was even colder. On a day when the snow was falling, Wang Xiaopang excitedly walked through the snow-covered courtyard and knocked on the door of Tian Zixuan's room. .

Wang Xiaopang came to the sect in April last year. He has been cultivating immortals for nine months now. The outer disciples who watched him say harsh words had to keep their mouths shut, but the nickname Wang Xiaozhu remained.

Obviously he lost a lot of weight.Wang Xiaopang was very helpless about this, the male monk called him a nickname and he could still wave his small fist at the opponent, but the female monk called him "Wang Xiaozhu" but he couldn't do anything about it.

Soon Tian Zixuan's door opened, but it was Han Xingshan who appeared at the door.

"Little Fatty, come to find Zixuan?" Han Xingshan came to see Tian Zixuan about every half a month after he came to see Wang Xiaopang that time, and once even stayed for four days in a row, sleeping in the bed In Tian Zixuan's room.

It turns out that the relationship between the two is so good!Wang Xiaopang is very envious of the close relationship between the two. In his opinion, Tian Zixuan is handsome and gentle, and Han Xingshan is capable and good-natured. Both of them are worthy of being born in the royal family.

"Yes!" Wang Xiaopang respected and liked Han Xingshan very much. This uncle brought him a lot of delicious food and even gave him a book of talismans.

Han Xingshan looked at Wang Xiaopang, who had a round face and clear eyes, and he showed a slightly deep smile, "The bigger the fat, the more handsome he is."

"Hey." Wang Xiaopang was very happy to be praised, and smiled shyly while touching the back of his head. It seemed that he was not used to being praised for being handsome.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang's innocent smile, Han Xingshan saw that his gaze became deeper and deeper, so he wanted to reach out to touch his face, but before his hand touched Wang Xiaopang's cheek, he felt a pain in his palm.

At this time, Tian Zixuan's slightly lazy voice came from inside the room: "Little Fatty, come in."

"Okay!" Wang Xiaopang stepped over the threshold and entered the house, his steps bouncing a bit.

Han Xingshan turned his palm to look, and saw a piece of ice that was so thin that it was almost transparent, which almost cut his right palm horizontally.

At this time, the blood spilled from the wound, Han Xingshan frowned and pulled out the ice sheet, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Thin as a flap and hard as a blade, but it was ice.

Han Xingshan looked around suspiciously, then looked back at the room, then took out a flying sword from the storage bag at his waist, and hurried away with his hands full of blood.