ghost master

When Wang Xiaopang entered the room, he saw Tian Zixuan sitting by the bed, dressed a little casually, with long black hair loose, looking a little slack.

"Senior Brother Tian!" Wang Xiaopang strode over, looking at Tian Zixuan with dark eyes: "I'm going to ask Uncle Han Fang to ask for leave today to go home for the Spring Festival, do you want to come with me?"

Although Wang Xiaopang felt that it was unlikely that Tian Zixuan would go with him, he still came over to say hello to him.

"No, I'll stay in the sect." Tian Zixuan lowered his head, playing with the tips of his hair with his fingers, and had no intention of going home for the Spring Festival.

He hasn't been out since he entered the Snow Heaven Sect. He was sold by his parents to the young prince as a servant, and he had already severed relations with them, and it was even more impossible for him to go back to the young prince.

"Oh." Although Wang Xiaopang had expected it earlier, he was still a little disappointed, "Then Xiaopang went to ask for leave by himself."

"Okay." Tian Zixuan smiled slightly, with a little alienation in his smile, but Wang Xiaopang was still young and didn't know how to read words and expressions, so he hadn't noticed it all this time.

Wang Xiaopang responded to Tian Zixuan with a big smile, and then left. Tian Zixuan sat on the bed and fiddled with the hair on his hands, hesitated for a while, and stopped Wang Xiaopang who was about to go out.

"Little fat."

Wang Xiaopang turned his head, Tian Zixuan lowered his head, his long hair covered his face, so that Wang Xiaopang couldn't see the expression on his face: "Stay away from Master Han Xingshan from now on."

Wang Xiaopang didn't understand, so he said, "Why? Uncle Han Xingshan is very nice."

"...He's not a good person." Tian Zixuan tightened his hands playing with his hair, "Anyway, if you believe what Senior Brother says, don't get close to him."

Wang Xiaopang became suspicious, and wanted to ask more questions. At this time, Han Lin, who was floating beside him, said lightly, "Listen to him."

Wang Xiaopang quietly glanced at Han Lin who was beside him, then looked at Tian Zixuan who lowered his head, and then replied: "Okay."

Leaving Tian Zixuan's room, Wang Xiaopang turned to look at the ghost beside him: "Why do you stay away from Master Han Xingshan?"

Han Lin looked down at Wang Xiaopang, and saw that he was confused, so he looked forward with a cold face.

"Children don't understand."

Wang Xiaopang was furious: "I will be 11 years old! I am not a child anymore!"

"Wait until you grow hair."

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaopang, who was caught in pain, shut up.

Coming out of the small remote courtyard, Wang Xiaopang and Li Gui went straight to Han Fang's residence. Although Han Fang is an inner disciple, because he often takes care of the outer sect, he also has a residence at the foot of the mountain.

Some people on the road pointed out when they saw Wang Xiaopang, most of them were new disciples half a year ago.

"That's Wang Xiaopang, Lei Lingen."

"That's him? He looks better than I imagined. I thought he was a big fat man."

"I used to be very fat, but now I'm a little thinner but I still eat well. I go to the cafeteria every day. It is said that I have to eat four meals a day."

"Four meals a day?!"

"It's strange, isn't it? It doesn't matter if you don't eat for a day on the third floor of the Qi refining period."

"No wonder the nickname is Wang Xiaozhu. If you have that time to eat, you might as well spend it on cultivation."

"He is a different spiritual root, even if he eats four meals a day, he can cultivate faster than you and me." The tone of the man was slightly bitter when he said this.

"Tsk tsk."

Wang Xiaopang has long been used to hearing such arguments, so he doesn't care. He stayed in this sect for nine months and gradually got used to the cultivation world where strength is the most important thing. Although he has good aptitude, he can only practice Qi If you dare to be arrogant at the cultivation base of the third floor, you will be severely taught.

The other disciples more or less had spirit stones, talismans, and magic weapons. He was poor and useless, and even if his cultivation was higher than those disciples, he could easily be killed by others with powerful weapons.

Walking to the entrance of Han Fang's courtyard, Wang Xiaopang rang the copper-yellow bell hanging at the gate of the courtyard, and then stretched out his hand to explore the courtyard, only to see a water-blue transparent bubble film-like thing suddenly appearing in front of Wang Xiaopang. In front of Xiaopang, he blocked his hands from the outside.

This is a small water system blocking formation, which can prevent outsiders from entering the courtyard privately. Only monks in the foundation period of the sect have the right to arrange formations for their own courtyard.

Wang Xiaopang is very curious about this water system barrier array, so every time he comes to Hanfang, he always plays with this blister membrane.

"Hey!" Wang Xiaopang swung his fist at the blister membrane, and when the fist fell into the blister membrane, it was immediately bounced away. The elastic touch made Wang Xiaopang extremely happy to play.

Wang Xiaopang swung another punch, but suddenly there was a vacancy in the blister membrane, Wang Xiaopang was taken aback, and then walked into the yard from the vacancy that was as high as a person.

Han Fang was already sitting on a stone chair in the yard.

"Are you here to ask for leave?" Han Fang guessed exactly why Wang Xiaopang came, and the Spring Festival in the mortal world will soon be here, and monks who still have concerns in the mortal world will often ask for leave to go home to visit relatives during this time.

Wang Xiaopang nodded, and Han Fang took out a pen and paper from the storage bag at his waist, and put it on the table: "Come here and write a leave note, explaining the reason, time, and destination of the trip, and I will take it to the inner door. batch."

Wang Xiaopang was stunned: "Do you still need an insider's approval?"

"I can agree to the others, but you are on the Zongmen's focus list." Han Fang explained: "Your aptitude is so good, if an accident happens when you go out, it will be a loss to the Zongmen."

"Oh..." Wang Xiaopang obediently went over to write the leave note, he was a little concerned about the list of key points that Han Fang said.

Han Lin, who was floating beside Wang Xiaopang, said lightly: "Snow Sky Sect is different from other sects. It cares more about a person's character than aptitude, so there are outer sects, and the disciples of the outer sects do not have a master, and their cultivation depends entirely on their own. , but there are special people secretly watching to find out the disciples with good aptitude and determination, and list them as the focus of attention. These disciples can just concentrate on cultivating, and they can receive spirit stones from the sect every month without doing tasks. "

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang, who was busy writing the leave note, said clearly, and Han Fang who was sitting opposite him gave him a strange look.

Han Lin paused, then said, "Then Tian Zixuan is also on the focus list."

This is also the reason why Tian Zixuan can practice in the house every day. Originally, according to the rules of the sect, monks above the fifth floor of the Qi refining period have to take on tasks, such as planting spiritual fruits, breeding spiritual beasts, or mining spiritual Mining, you can allocate your own time after the task is completed, whether you want to practice or have fun.

Wang Xiaopang handed the written request for leave to Han Fang, and at the same time asked Han Lin in his heart: [So if I reach the fifth floor of the Qi refining period, I can get money from the sect? ]

"Ah."

Wang Xiaopang was a little disappointed: [But I really want to do the task. ]

Han Lin's deep amber eyes glanced over coldly, Wang Xiaopang felt cold behind his back, and quickly changed his words with a smirk: [I, I'm just joking, I will practice seriously...]

Han Fang glanced at the leave note written by Wang Xiaopang, and then said: "Your handwriting... I don't know whether it should be neat or distorted, it is worse than my 7-year-old grandson's writing, practice it when you have time, and write later." Talisman seals or engraving names on weapons, if the characters are too ugly, it will make other monks laugh."

"Ah, yes!" Wang Xiaopang replied dumbly.

Han Fang put away the fake note: "You go back and wait, if the inner door approves, I will notify you with a talisman."

"Okay." Wang Xiaopang got up and bowed to Han Fang, and then left. He thought he would have to wait for two or three days, but in the evening, a piece of talisman flew into Wang Xiaopang's room through the window, turning into a line of characters Beautiful and neat black characters floated in the air:

Wang Xiaopang, an outer disciple, was allowed to return home for half a month.

"It's only been half a month?! I obviously applied for a month!" Wang Xiaopang was very dissatisfied, and slapped the black words in the air away, "I came from home with my adoptive father, but it took two month!"

"Your adoptive father is probably taking you for a walk?" Han Lin said lightly.

"Take a carriage!"

"Let's sit on the spirit bird." Han Lin instructed Wang Xiaopang expressionlessly: "Go and borrow spirit stones from your brother Tian, ​​30 yuan for low-grade spirit stones."

When Wang Xiaopang heard that he was going to sit on a spirit bird, his eyes immediately lit up, and he immediately rushed out to find Tian Zixuan to borrow spirit stones. Because Tian Zixuan's cultivation was still low, he could only receive six low-grade spirit stones a month. Yuan Xiapin Lingshi was his monthly salary for five months, but Wang Xiaopang didn't know about it, so he directly asked to borrow it without blushing.

Tian Zixuan's total net worth is only 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, so he was hesitant to suddenly lend one-third of his total net worth.

"Little Fatty, did that senior ask you to borrow it?" Tian Zixuan asked Wang Xiaopang hesitantly.

Wang Xiaopang nodded, he liked Tian Zixuan very much, not only because Tian Zixuan took care of him, but also because Tian Zixuan was the only one who knew that he was haunted by ghosts, and made him rely on him from the bottom of his heart.

Tian Zixuan looked at the energetic young boy in front of him, and thought that he had only cultivated for 9 months under the guidance of Xue Zun, and he had reached the third level of the Qi refining period, and he couldn't help being very envious.

Bowing his head and thinking for a while, Tian Zixuan asked Wang Xiaopang cautiously: "Is that senior your master?"

"En." Wang Xiaopang nodded again.

Tian Zixuan became apprehensive, but for his own future, he still mustered up the courage to say to Wang Xiaopang: "Then can you ask your master if... also accept me as a disciple?"

Wang Xiaopang was taken aback, then looked at Han Lin beside him, Tian Zixuan followed Wang Xiaopang's line of sight nervously, and then knelt down facing the air.

"Zixuan admires senior! Please accept Zixuan as his disciple! Zixuan will serve senior wholeheartedly!"