ghost master

Da'an Kingdom, located in the southeast of Caiguang Kingdom, is a big country more than seven times larger than Caiguang Kingdom.

Looking at the dark night sky, Han Lin said coldly while controlling the flying crane: "My friend is one of the nine elders of the Immortal League."

"The Nine Elders of the Immortal Alliance?" Wang Xiaopang didn't know much about the cultivation world, and usually he didn't know anything about it.

Han Lin explained: "In the cultivation world, immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, and demons are allies. Among them, there are seven sects and thirteen sects under the immortal alliance. Our Xuetian sect is one of the seven sects of the immortal alliance."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang was excited when he heard that, he thought for a while, and asked strangely: "But my adoptive father told me that there are only four great immortal sects in our Caiguang Kingdom."

"Your adoptive father was originally a mortal, and the concept instilled in you was wrong from the very beginning. The world of cultivation is a higher existence that transcends national boundaries. The mortal world changes dynasties very quickly, but the sect of the world of cultivation has a long history, so it is not a colorful light." There are four great immortal sects in the country, but our four sects are located in the mortal world of Caiguang." Han Lin corrected Wang Xiaopang's misconception, and then pointed him: "You should take a good look at the map."

Wang Xiaopang obediently looked at the map in his mind, and he really found something strange. It turned out that the map Han Lin gave him not only had the national border divided by the green line, but also a realm of cultivation forces divided by the red line, which was located in the north of the map. The Caiguang Kingdom is indeed divided by the four major sects that Li Daoren told him, and half of the Xiangling Sect in the west is in the Caiguang Kingdom, and the other half is in a small country. Stamped a word of Buddha.

"Xiang Lingzong belongs to the Buddhist League?" Wang Xiaopang roughly understood the map.

"Well, the Caiguang Kingdom is mainly the power of our Xianmeng, and the Buddhist League occupies a little." Han Lin was fine anyway, so he continued to teach Wang Xiaopang, who didn't know anything: "Our Xianmeng and the Buddhist League have a good relationship. More than half of the continent is occupied by our two alliances. The wild land in the west is mainly the territory of demon cultivators and ghost cultivators. The valley and dense forest in the south is the territory of demon cultivators. The basin in the central area is the famous Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. .”

"The demon cultivator's territory is so small." Other alliances occupy multiple countries, but the demon cultivator's territory is as big as one country.

"There's also the sea."

"Adding Shanghai is too big."

"Most of the islands are also ours, and the sea monsters will not go ashore easily."

Han Lin hugged Wang Xiaopang's soul and gave him a two-hour "geography class". At the end, he asked Wang Xiaopang if he had remembered the route, and Wang Xiaopang laughed dryly and said weakly, "No." , was slapped on the head by Han Lin with a cold face, and honestly began to memorize the route.

Dawn broke in the sky and the sea of ​​clouds was churning. Wang Xiaopang leaned against Han Lin's arms and saw the most shocking scene in his life. The orange sun burned the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and slowly emerged from under the clouds. Blue sky, red clouds, The warm sun interweaves into the most beautiful painting.

The light body suddenly felt the gravity, and when Wang Xiaopang came back to his senses, his soul had already returned to his body, and the originally warm and warm cushion turned into a cold and hard generous chest.

The cold wind in the sky messed up Wang Xiaopang's long black hair. He raised his head back and saw Han Lin staring straight ahead with a blank expression. His handsome face was transparent, and there was a shining star just right. It was at the position of his left eye, so close that it seemed as if he could reach out and grab it.

Wang Xiaopang really stretched out his hand to grab the star, and ended up poking Han Lin's eye...

Han Lin lowered his eyes and didn't respond, but Wang Xiaopang still explained nervously: "Just now there is a star in Master's eye."

Han Lin stared at Wang Xiaopang for a while, and then touched Wang Xiaopang's left eye with his fingertips through the gauze: "You have my soul in your eyes."

Wang Xiaopang's heart skipped a beat, his face blushed inexplicably, Han Lin stretched out his hand to press down his head, and said calmly, "Sit down, I don't care if you fall down."

After Han Lin finished speaking, he wrapped his arms around Wang Xiaopang's waist again.

"Oh." Wang Xiaopang sat upright, carefully identified the mountain range below to determine the route according to the map in his head, and then drove the spirit crane to fly to a large mountain range in Da'an.

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The Thousand Mountains of Da’an Country is famous for its numerous raptors and beasts. Few people dare to go deep into the mountains. It is rumored that there is a land of immortals in the deep mountains. Some hunters once saw immortals galloping in the forest standing on top of a big snake, and some people lost their way in the mountains. , Thousands of times, I saw the magnificent pavilions, terraces and pavilions, like a paradise. These rumors cast a layer of mystery on this crisis-ridden mountain forest.

In a small village near Qianzhong Mountain, every house is decorated with lanterns and festoons to celebrate the New Year. An eight-year-old girl went into the kitchen to bring pastries for visiting relatives, but saw a boy in a white robe stealing meat from her steamer. steamed stuffed bun.

The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, with a chubby body and a round face. His cute face was covered with a white bandage, as if his left eye was injured, and he was wearing a white robe. It is made of top-grade material, with a seemingly expensive silver token hanging on the waist, and silver embroidered boots on the feet, looking very dignified and personable.

The girl stood at the door, and seeing that he had been discovered, the boy shook his body like a frightened cat, then quickly took a bun from the steamer and put it in his mouth, and grabbed it with both hands. One, one turned over neatly and jumped out of the window.

There was a crane cry from the yard, and the girl went to the window in a daze, only to see a huge crane carrying the boy up into the sky, and then disappeared in a moment.

"Cuihua, what are you looking at?" The girl's mother saw that the girl hadn't brought out the cakes for a long time, so she went into the kitchen to get them herself, but saw several beautiful wild apples on the table.

"Where do these apples come from?" the young woman asked the girl.

"It was given to me by a brother who rides a white crane." The girl walked over bouncingly, picked up a red apple and took a bite.

So sweet.

Above the clouds, Wang Xiaopang was eating meat buns with tears in his eyes.

Others are celebrating the Spring Festival, but he only has three buns to eat.

It took them eight days to fly from the Snow Sky Sect at the northernmost tip of Caiguang Kingdom to the Thousand Mountains in Da'an Kingdom, and the sect gave him only fifteen days off, so Wang Xiaopang died and went home The holiday heart has been in a state of mourning for the past few days, sulking at Han Lin.

"We'll arrive at Qianzhongfang in half a day." Han Lin stood on Linghe's head. After flying for the past few days, Wang Xiaopang has been able to control Linghe very steadily, and there is no need for him to be a cushion for him.

This Qianzhongfang belongs to the Spirit Controlling Sect, and it is a big city in the cultivation world famous for its trading of spirit beasts.

Wang Xiaopang gnawed on the buns and didn't speak. When he went to the village to steal the buns just now, he saw those villagers celebrating the festival, which aroused his homesickness, and he also thought of his parents, whom he hadn't seen for nearly a year, so even if he wanted to reach his destination , but my heart is still very sad.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang's gloomy look, Han Lin didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he released his spiritual sense and explored the situation hundreds of miles around.

I felt two auras from a distance, they were monks in the foundation building stage, and their destination was also Qianzhongfang. It is estimated that Wang Xiaopang will run into them in ten minutes.

Han Lin didn't instruct Wang Xiaopang to dodge. Wang Xiaopang was only at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was like an ant in this cultivation world, and no one would pay attention to him.

Sure enough, two male monks flew over with their swords ten minutes later. They glanced at Wang Xiaopang who was flying slowly in the clouds on a spirit crane, and after a few voice transmissions, they passed over Wang Xiaopang's head. up.

"Look at that costume, it seems to be a disciple of Snow Sky Sect."

"Snow Sky Sect is in the extreme north, why did a third-level disciple of the Qi Refining Stage come to our Spirit Control Sect?"

"Maybe they came with the elders. Where is Lei Lingen? Isn't our Qianzhongfang going to auction a lightning wolf cub soon?"

"That's right, Lightning Wolf is the first choice for monk Lei Lingen's spirit beast."

Han Lin's spiritual consciousness was strong, and he heard the words of the two foundation-building monks clearly, so he thought about it in his heart.

Lightning Wolf, a high-level spirit beast, has an adult body equivalent to a monk at the alchemy stage, and his level can barely catch his eyes. What's rare is that its attributes are suitable for Wang Xiaopang.

But Wang Xiaopang is only on the third floor of the Qi refining stage, so can you give him a spirit beast?With his childish nature, it is estimated that he will be distracted a lot of attention, and it will be even worse if he has the idea that he is protected by a high-level spirit beast anyway, so he doesn't need to practice hard.

Forget it, let's wait until he is older, besides, raising spirit beasts is expensive, and feeding spirit pills and spirit animal bags is not cheap.

Han Lin put this matter behind him.

As the two approached Qianzhongfang, Wang Xiaopang encountered more and more monks, and even a monk at the alchemy stage passed by Wang Xiaopang, and because of his Thunder Lingen aptitude, he took an extra look at him.

The alchemy cultivator looked at it casually, but the powerful coercion contained in that glance made Wang Xiaopang feel uncomfortable, so he cursed in his heart, obviously he could restrain his breath, but he wanted to show off his cultivation.

In the evening, Wang Xiaopang finally arrived at Qianzhongfang by riding a spirit crane. It was a market built in a deep valley. , but when it comes to the actual flow of people, the streets in the middle are the busiest.

There is a no-flying order in Fangshi. Except for the monks in the Yuanying stage who are big enough to fly over Fangshi at will, everyone else has to land obediently on the periphery of Fangshi and enter through the entrance.

Wang Xiaopang led the spirit crane into the market both excitedly and nervously, looking around along the way, this Qianzhongfang is indeed a market famous for buying and selling spirit beasts, half of the shops on the street are selling things related to spirit beasts Three out of ten monks on the street own spirit beasts. As for whether they are rented or owned by themselves, I don't know.

Is this also a spirit beast?Wang Xiaopang stared at a little stone man as tall as a low stool. The little stone man was chubby and cute, walking behind a foundation-building monk with his short legs.

I want this stone man Douding... Wang Xiaopang always has an inexplicable affection for round things, and he is the least resistant. Because he wants it so much, he couldn't help biting his finger, and then looked up. Han Lin beside him had shiny black eyes.

"It's useless to look at the deity." Han Lin floated forward expressionlessly: "Follow up."

"Oh." Wang Xiaopang led the Linghe and followed Han Lin obediently, but he turned his head every three steps until the stone man Douding followed his owner into a shop selling talisman paper. She walked seriously.

Han Lin took Wang Xiaopang straight to the center of Fang City, a nine-story tower. The monks who entered and left here looked very powerful. Anyway, Wang Xiaopang, who was in the third stage of Qi refining period, couldn't see through their cultivation.

In fact, after entering this market, Wang Xiaopang has never met anyone with a cultivation level lower than his.

Han Lin floated towards the entrance of the tower, but Wang Xiaopang dared not go in with the fat and fat spirit crane.

A monk at the alchemy stage glanced at him casually, and he almost knelt down. What would happen if a dozen alchemy stage monks looked at him at the same time?

He has to crawl.