ghost master

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This is a simple village with a small population, only a few dozen families. However, compared to the surrounding big towns, this village is much happier and more comfortable, and any major turmoil will generally not affect them here.

The world has been turbulent in the past ten years. Not only have wars occurred between various countries, but even demons and ghosts have frequently come out to make trouble. The emperors worshiped the heavens and the people prayed for blessings.I don't know where the wind came from, saying that a big devil appeared in the monster, just like the Monkey King in the rumors, even the gods can't control it, so the world is in chaos.

"Han Yang deserves to be compared with Sun Wukong? Sun Wukong is a great hero, but he is a bastard tortoise, and he is a very bad one!" Wang Xiaopang said with righteous indignation. At this time, he was carrying a newborn piglet in his arms. , holding a porcelain bowl with a small opening in his hand to feed it rice soup, and in the pigsty not far from him, a sow that had just given birth was sleeping soundly, and its body was full of pink and tender piglets. There are as many as seventeen piglets, no wonder there is not enough milk, and Wang Xiaopang is required to feed them with rice soup.

"Why, have you seen that monster?" Mu Mu, who has become a middle-aged man, asked curiously. He was close to Wang Xiaopang when he was young, and after marrying the maid Lian'er, he was almost like a family. So he became one of the very few people in the village who knew that Wang Xiaopang was an immortal cultivator.

"Really? He was originally my ancestor, but later he betrayed the sect..." Wang Xiaopang fell silent as he spoke, and his only exposed eye became dim.

Seeing that Wang Xiaopang was like this, Mu Mu didn't ask any more questions. Counting it, it had been three months since Wang Xiaopang came back. The originally handsome and handsome young man was thinned into a stick, and made his parents cry for several days. He was raised by killing chickens and making soup all day long, and it took three months to raise some meat.

Everyone knew that something must have happened, but every time Wang Xiaopang was asked, he would not speak, and the whole person would become numb, and everyone would stop asking after too many times.

Just when Mu Mu was thinking of saying something to make Wang Xiaopang happy, a child came in bouncingly with a sugar cane in his hand.

"Master! A man is looking for you!" the child said loudly to Wang Xiaopang.

"A man?" Wang Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, and then asked him carefully: "What kind of man? But tall and handsome?"

"Yes! Tall and handsome!" The child didn't know so many words to describe it, so he repeated Wang Xiaopang's words.

Wang Xiaopang guessed that the person who came should be Tian Zixuan, because he had said that he would come to him.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to see Tian Zixuan, it's not that he hates Tian Zixuan for cheating him twice, he knows that he is hopeless, but he really can't hate him, but as long as Tian Zixuan Han Yang's servant, he couldn't face him for a day.

But everyone has gone to his house, so he can't avoid it, and besides... the medicine he gave him earlier has been taken.Wang Xiaopang sighed silently. His parents thought that he was gaining weight gradually because of the effect of drinking chicken soup every day. In fact, that bit of nutrition did not have much effect on nourishing the body with a lot of spiritual energy. What really helped was Tian Zixuan giving him those top pills.

So Wang Xiaopang let go of the piglet in his arms, and walked towards his house with a lot of worries.

The kid followed behind Wang Xiaopang, but was called back by Mu Mu: "Stone, come and feed the pigs!"

The child called Shishi was obedient, and when he heard his father tell him to feed the pigs, he hopped over while biting the sugar cane, and took the piglet that Wang Xiaopang put down just now into his arms.

"The young master fed that one just now, change it."

"Oh!"

The pigsty is not far from Wang's house. After Wang Xiaopang walked for a while, he saw a group of village women and old people standing around outside his house and discussing. Wang Xiaopang pushed aside the crowd and was grabbed by the wrist by an old woman.

"Little Fatty, when will you marry my granddaughter?" the old lady asked him.

"No time to marry!" Wang Xiaopang replied angrily, gently pushed the old woman's hand away, and then stepped into the door of his house under the curious eyes of the villagers.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Xiaopang saw a tall man dressed in black. His back was both familiar and unfamiliar, and the man noticed that Wang Xiaopang had entered the room, so he turned to look at him, revealing a pale but handsome face. face.

Wang Xiaopang's heart stopped beating for an instant, he stood at the door in a daze, and he didn't come back to himself until his father called him.

"Little fat! Why are you standing there stupidly? Why don't you come to see your master?" Wang Xiaopang's father said, and then warmly entertained Han Lin: "Should the immortal master live here for a few days? Although the small house is simple, this There are no lively places in the remote countryside, but there are still some beautiful scenery around."

Han Lin looked straight at Wang Xiaopang, then nodded: "Okay."

When Wang Xiaopang's father saw Han Lin's answer, he immediately told Lian'er, the servant girl, "Lian'er, hurry up and prepare dinner!"

"Yes, master." Lian'er replied with a smile, and then turned her head to ask her second son to go to the pig farm to pick up the newborn piglets. The meat of suckling pigs is the most tender and delicious.

At this time, Wang Xiaopang slowly walked up to Han Lin, bowed to Han Lin in hesitation and saluted: "Master...you are polite."

Surprisingly, the person who did not expect to come was Han Lin.

"Hmm." Han Lin stretched out his hand to help Wang Xiaopang. His hand was as cold as ever, because the body formed by the gathering of dark energy had no body temperature.

Wang Xiaopang's mother brought out the spiritual tea that Wang Xiaopang had brought back for them, while his father was using hot water to wash the tea set, but Wang Xiaopang said: "Father, mother, let me talk to the master alone first. some words."

Thinking of Wang Xiaopang's frequent depression in the past three months, the two old people guessed in their hearts that it might have something to do with this fairy master, so they didn't stop them, but put the tea and tea set on the tray and handed it to Wang Xiaopang: "Then you Let's go into the house and make tea with Master Xian."

Wang Xiaopang nodded with the tray in his hand, lowered his eyes and did not look at Han Lin, and only used his head to signal him to come with him.

Maybe women are more sensitive, Wang Xiaopang's mother suddenly said to Wang Xiaopang: "Little Pang, both parents are here."

Knowing that she was worried about him, Wang Xiaopang turned around and smiled at her: "Don't worry."

After saying that, he brought Han Lin with black clothes and white hair into his bedroom.

Han Lin was familiar with Wang Xiaopang's house, but this time it was different from before, he was a real guest, so he said symbolically after entering the room: "Excuse me."

Wang Xiaopang also greeted politely: "Please sit down."

Han Lin then walked to the simple table and sat down. Wang Xiaopang looked calm on the surface, but in reality he was in a state of confusion. When he made Han Lin some spiritual tea and handed it over in a daze, he suddenly remembered what Han Lin's body was. It's fake, not only has no body temperature, but also can't eat, so holding the teacup in the air awkwardly, it doesn't matter if you put it down, or take it back.

Fortunately, Han Lin took over the tray of teacups, alleviating Wang Xiaopang's embarrassment.

Wang Xiaopang sat down opposite him, first lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea to strengthen his courage, and then he stammered: "Just now, it's too presumptuous to call you 'Master' just now, but I don't want to let you My parents are worried..."

"I understand." Han Lin interrupted Wang Xiaopang and said with a slight frown, "You don't have to be so polite to me."

Wang Xiaopang rubbed the back of his head awkwardly: "This is what it should be, I am no longer a disciple of Snow Sky Sect."

Han Lin was speechless. As early as Wang Xiaopang officially became a demon, he removed him from the Snow Sky Sect. This is the rule in the world of cultivating immortals. How can there be a demon cultivator in the immortal sect?This will not only make Xue Tianzong appear unprincipled, but also cause other disciples to worry and feel uneasy, so even though he can't bear it, he can only do so.

After thinking for a while, Han Lin said, "As the leader of Xue Tianzong, I cannot tolerate you, but on behalf of myself, I am willing to accept you as a personal disciple."

Wang Xiaopang's eyes were slightly red, but he laughed dryly: "It is Xiaopang's blessing to be loved by the immortal master, but... I lost all my spiritual power and my dantian ruptured, and I can no longer practice. Besides...my soul I have been polluted and have evil thoughts in my heart. Even if I can practice again, I can only cultivate a body of devilish energy, so forget it."

"Have evil thoughts in your heart? I don't think so." Han Lin retorted: "I believe you will not do anything that hurts nature."

"If the unreasonable things refer to murder and arson, I really don't have such thoughts, but..." Wang Xiaopang lowered his head, and his hands on his knees were tightly clenched into fists: "Evil thoughts are indeed some."

Han Lin didn't like him being so pessimistic: "For example?"

Wang Xiaopang didn't say a word, just lowered his head. Han Lin continued to comfort and encourage him, "There is a way to repair the broken dantian. As for the demon soul... I'm afraid it will be difficult to get rid of it, but I believe You, even if you are a demon cultivator, you are still a good demon cultivator..."

"How could Moxiu be good!" Wang Xiaopang suddenly rushed towards Han Lin fiercely, and because there was a table between them, the tea set fell to the ground, and even the table followed .

"Stop talking about deceiving people! So what if the dantian is repaired? What if you become your disciple again? As long as I am a demon cultivator and you are still Xue Zun, we will never get along like before! Even meeting It can only be sneaky!" Wang Xiaopang pressed on Han Lin, gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Do you really think that I will cheer up like that? No, I will only suffer more than now!"

Han Lin was lying on the ground. He looked at Wang Xiaopang, who was about to cry, and his expression became sad: "I'm sorry... I just... want to make you happy."

"Happy?" Wang Xiaopang laughed "haha" again, laying his body on his chest, stroking him obsessively: "You don't know how to make me happy at all, you think cultivating immortals is important to me Is it really important? I am obsessed with this because... that is what you want! You want me to cultivate immortality, so I cultivate immortality, you want me to be strong, so I work hard, you want me to be useful, so I do my best, even if It's something I can't do...and what I really want is you..."

Wang Xiaopang's eyes gradually deepened: "Even my 'evil thoughts' are all because of you!"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, under Han Lin's astonished gaze, he tore open the hem of his clothes. Since the black clothes were also made of dark energy, black smoke-like dark energy wafted from the damaged fabric. Fat puffed up his cheeks and blew violently, and when the dark energy dissipated, he saw Han Lin's pale but strong chest with satisfaction.