ghost master

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Under the dark clouds, Wang Xiaopang sat on top of Lei Ling in a daze, feeling very uncomfortable.

He couldn't tell where he was uncomfortable, but he just wanted to cry a little.

"Xiaomei... what is Master doing?" Wang Xiaopang lowered his head and asked the beautiful butterfly with red spots and white background flying beside him.

The butterfly fluttered its wings, then turned into a little doll and crawled into Wang Xiaopang's arms.

"He is crossing the catastrophe." The Devourer said in a childish voice, although his tone was very serious.

"Crossing robbery?" Wang Xiaopang didn't quite understand, he was still thinking about Han Lin killing Han Yang. In fact, his eyesight was not that good, and he could only see the approximate figures of the two of them. When Han Lin stabbed the sword in Han Yang's hand, he inexplicably felt that Master must be very sad.

And the thought made him sad.

"Crossing the catastrophe is the test of heaven for monks. As long as you pass this test successfully, it means that this monk is ready to go to another world that is more powerful." The spirit devourer explained to Wang Xiaopang in detail, trying to make him understand the seriousness of the matter: "Then it will be very difficult for you to meet again in this life."

"Can't meet again?" Wang Xiaopang's heart beat, but he still didn't understand: "Why?"

Seeing his stupid look, the spirit devourer was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked him: "How old are you?"

Wang Xiaopang was taken aback for a moment, then answered honestly: "Three years old."

"A three-year-old should look like me. Do you think you look like a three-year-old?" After speaking, the ghost-eating insect transformed into a water mirror and placed it in front of Wang Xiaopang, pointing out a person whom Wang Xiaopang had always ignored. The question asked: "You look carefully, you are no longer a child."

Wang Xiaopang looked at himself in the water mirror, with red lips, white teeth, and delicate features. It was a clean and handsome young man's face, but it was such a face that made him suddenly fall into a huge panic.

Do you... really look like this?

Something seemed to emerge from the depths of his memory, but it was so vague that Wang Xiaopang couldn't see it clearly. He couldn't help groping for his own face in the water mirror. It was obviously a face he was used to. But it seemed very strange.

wrong……

something is wrong...

He seems to have forgotten something important...

Wang Xiaopang stared blankly at the young man in the mirror, tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

"I... three years old... I... three years old?"

The movements on Wang Xiaopang's side did not attract too much attention, and those monks were still paying attention to Han Lin in the center of the Thunder Tribulation.

"Xue Zun removes a big demon for the cultivation world, it's really satisfying!" A Nascent Soul cultivator laughed and said, once Han Yang died, the Immortal League and the Buddha League can deal with such evil demon cultivators freely. I have to say that they have been really aggrieved in the past few years, knowing that Moxiu is expanding his power but can only watch helplessly.

Another Nascent Soul cultivator was worried about Han Lin's condition: "It's just that Xue Zun seems to be seriously injured, and I don't know if he can survive the next catastrophe."

"No problem!" Fairy Zishan had already woken up, and regardless of her aching tendons, she stood up and sent a voice transmission to Han Lin in the distance: "Brother will surely pass the tribulation and ascend smoothly!"

Han Lin in the center of the thunderstorm heard it, but he didn't move and didn't respond. He looked straight at Wang Xiaopang in the distance with his deep eyes, and frowned.

The boy hugged his head and knelt on Lei Ling's head, his thin and thin body was tightly curled up into a ball, and he was still shaking slightly, it looked like he was crying.

Just now when Lei Ling took out the water mirror to stimulate Wang Xiaopang, Han Lin was busy avoiding the fourth thunder, so he didn't see it, so he thought maybe it was Wang Xiaopang who saw him kill someone with a sword just now, and couldn't accept it all at once.

Did you scare him? Han Lin sighed silently, and then saw Wang Xiaopang, who had buried his head, suddenly looked up at him. His fair face was covered with tears, and there was still water under his nose. Very sloppy.

Why are you crying like this? Little fool.

Han Lin felt distressed. This child was stupid when he was a child, and when he grows up, he is stupid now. Why did he accept such a disciple?

It's really worrying.

How could he be willing to leave?

Han Lin smiled helplessly, his smile was pampered, and his eyes were as gentle as water.

Don't cry, I won't leave you.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the fifth thunder with huge energy fell down. Han Lin looked up, his amber eyes were dyed golden by the light of the thunder, and seeing that the thunder was about to hit him, he remained motionless , and even closed his eyes, as if he was meeting the dazzling light of his mouth.

Everyone has noticed that something is wrong, and all cultivators know that the best way to deal with the thunder disaster is not to defend, but to break through the disaster with an offensive, turning passivity into initiative. Lei, but Han Yang is dead now, why does he use his body to take over?

There is no reason.

"Is Xue Zun seriously injured and unable to move?" People who had doubts began to ask the people around.

"No." An old monk immediately denied: "Looking at Xue Zun's appearance, he should still have a lot of physical strength, besides, the power of the thunder disaster has returned to the normal level, and he has survived another catastrophe , it should be very clear that directly giving Tianlei empowerment is the most harmful way to overcome the tribulation."

Lin Xiyuan frowned and looked at Han Lin's behavior secretly, but at this time the phantom snuggling beside him gently tugged at his arm, signaling him to look at Wang Xiaopang who was not far away.

The young man stared at the golden beam of light with wide eyes, his face full of tears was dazed, bewildered and panicked.

Lin Xi suddenly realized something, he looked again at the blurry figure covered by the beam of light, and then at Wang Xiaopang, like this several times, his face instantly became extremely ugly.

"This guy...doesn't intend to ascend at all!" Lin Xiyuan cursed, and finally knew why Han Lin still carried the ice soul protection bead. It was not for insurance, but to make his soul look like before after death. Keep it!It’s better to stay on Wang Xiaopang again!

Lin Xiyuan's words were like a boulder stirring up thousands of waves, which aroused the horror of the monks.

"Not ascending?" A monk was so surprised that he didn't want to believe it: "Could it be that Xue Zun is planning to die?"

"It doesn't necessarily mean death. With Xue Zun's strength, even if he fails to cross the tribulation, he won't lose his life. There must be some reason why he wants to stay in this world." Some monks believed it.

"But what is the reason for Xue Zun to make this decision?" Another person asked.

Fairy Zishan who was being supported was thoughtful, she turned her head a little stiffly in the direction of Wang Xiaopang, blinked her eyes and shed tears.

Do you love him that much? Brother?

Lin Xiyuan didn't have the time to chat with the group of monks watching the theater, but came to Wang Xiaopang's side as quickly as possible, because he knew that only he could make Han Lin change his mind.

"Fatty!"

Wang Xiaopang, who was sitting on Lei Ling's head, seemed startled by his cry, his body trembled suddenly, and then he looked at him blankly: "Ah?"

"Ah, what?" Lin Xiyuan was so impatient, she pointed at Han Lin and asked him, "Don't you feel anything when you see him like this?"

Wang Xiaopang lowered his head, grabbed his heart, and burst into tears: "I want to cry..."

Lin Xiyuan was overjoyed: "Why do you want to cry?"

"do not know……"

Lin Xiyuan became angry again: "Hurry up and think about it!"

"I can't remember..." Wang Xiaopang hugged his head again, with a painful expression on his face: "My head hurts, and my body hurts too... I want... I want..."

He kept murmuring, but he couldn't say what he wanted, which made him start to roll in discomfort.

Seeing that he really couldn't remember, Lin Xiyuan could only ask the little baby beside him: "How long will it be before the effect of the medicine wears off?"

Lin Xiyuan knew that the medicine for exorcising the demon soul must be taken every day, and it must not be stopped for a day. Once it is stopped for a day, the memory will be restored.

But now he had to make Wang Xiaopang remember everything.

The spirit-eating insect replied seriously: "About two hours."

The spirit-eating insects originally thought it would take a day to come here, but Lei Ling brought them here in only half a day relying on Lei Dun's astonishing moving speed.

"Two hours?" Lin Xiyuan gritted her teeth and thought about it. The fifth thunder has already fallen, and there are four more to come. Considering that the thunder will take longer to accumulate energy, maybe Wang Xiaopang can be the last Before a thunder falls, the memory is restored.

"Chi Chi Chi!" Lei Ling yelled suddenly, and it turned out that Wang Xiaopang, who was rolling with his head in his arms, suddenly fell down.

Fortunately, there was a snow-covered hillside below, and Wang Xiaopang's body was strong, so nothing serious happened.

"This kid!" Lin Xiyuan couldn't help cursing in a low voice, and made trouble for him at this critical moment, so she flew down quickly to bring Wang Xiaopang back.

The boy stumbled and stumbled in the snow, Lin Xiyuan grabbed his next door, but he flung him away.

"I want...to be hugged by Master." Wang Xiaopang felt his head hurt a lot. He still couldn't think of anything, but suddenly felt a desire to touch Han Lin.

"I want... woo... Master's hug..." Wang Xiaopang cried and walked in the direction of Han Lin, even though the strong wind disrupted his steps.

Lin Xiyuan looked at him, and then realized that Wang Xiaopang didn't fall, he jumped off by himself.

There is a thunderstorm area ahead, do you want to stop him?Or... just let him go to Han Lin?

Lin Xiyuan's outstretched hand clenched into a fist, and after a long time, he ordered Lei Ling loudly: "Go and protect your master!"

"grumble!"

Lei Ling rushed over, suspended above Wang Xiaopang's head like a huge cockroach, as long as there was a lightning strike, it would be sucked into the body immediately!

The little doll also turned into a butterfly, fluttering around Wang Xiaopang's body, although it can't directly affect the thunder and lightning like Lei Ling, and it has never eaten lightning, but it doesn't mind trying.

Lin Xiyuan watched them off with clenched fists, with mixed emotions in his heart. By doing so, he was undoubtedly letting Wang Xiaopang go to his death. Even the Yuanying cultivator could hardly survive under the sky thunder, let alone the king who had no cultivation base. chubby?If Wang Xiaopang is really dead, not only Han Lin will hate him, but he himself will not be able to rest in peace for the rest of his life, but...

He just wants to do it!

"Little fat—!"

Wang Xiaopang, who was staggering forward in the hurricane and the flashing thunder and lightning, turned his head, and saw tears in the eyes of the man who always smiled: "Uncle believes in you! No matter in this life or... in the next life, you are the uncle who loves you the most nephew!"

Wang Xiaopang was slightly stunned, then grinned with tears in his eyes, said nothing, and walked slowly towards the center of the thunderstorm again.

Lin Xiyuan finally couldn't hold back the tears, and a person came to his side, reached out and gently pressed his head on her shoulder.

"If Xiaopang dies..."

"He won't die." The handsome man whispered, "You are a good friend and a good uncle. I like you the most."

The sky darkened. It turned out that the beam of light had dissipated, and the thick spiral clouds began to accumulate energy again.

"Cough." Han Lin's figure appeared in everyone's sight again, and his face was faintly pale as he took the fifth thunder with his body, but his overall condition was still good.

The meridians were less damaged than I imagined, obviously I didn't do anything to resist.Han Lin frowned slightly, wondering if it was because this body was shaped by rootless fairy dew, and the quality was so strong that the influence of Tianlei on him was far less than before.

In this case, he might catch all the thunders by force, and Tiandao still judged that he passed the level.

I thought that the worst outcome would be death, so I prepared the Ice Soul Protector Orb for this, but now it seems that the biggest problem is not being able to die and not being seriously injured.

Do you want to burst some meridians by yourself?Han Lin thought about it, and then suddenly heard Wang Xiaopang's call from the howling wind:

"Master—"

Han Lin turned his head to look, then opened his eyes wide, and saw a boy crawling towards his direction amidst the violent thunder and whirlwind.

Due to too much spiritual pressure, Wang Xiaopang couldn't stand still, he could only crawl on the ground a little bit, and the spirit-eating insects couldn't fly in such an environment, so they had to get into Wang Xiaopang's clothes, only Lei Ling was still hanging above his head, trying to protect him.

"Leave!" Han Lin wanted to go there but dared not, because the center of the thunderstorm followed him.

Wang Xiaopang's face was blown red by the wind, he lay on the ground sobbing: "I want you to hug..."

Han Lin's heart suddenly turned into water, and he could hardly control himself to rush over: "No...I can't..."

"Hug... woo..."

"I can not……"

"woo woo woo woo……"

"I really can't!" Han Lin turned his head away cruelly, and ordered sharply: "Go back!"

As long as Han Lin is aggressive, Wang Xiaopang will be obedient no matter how noisy he is. This has become his instinctive reaction, so he didn't dare to hum on the ground, but the discomfort in his heart made him stubbornly unwilling to leave.

Seeing him lying there motionless, Han Lin softened his tone: "Hey, go back, it's dangerous here."

Wang Xiaopang didn't say a word, didn't move, at this moment a bolt of lightning struck him, Lei Ling was about to inflate his body to absorb it, but the spirit devourer hiding in Wang Xiaopang's clothes said: "Go away."

Lei Ling hesitated for a moment, before he understood the meaning of the spirit devouring insects, a little doll crawled out from under Wang Xiaopang's body, and he was holding a small bottle in his fleshy little hand.

Spirit beast bottle.

"Hey!" Lei Ling realized it was not good, but it was too late, the spirit devourer put it into the bottle, and immediately, Wang Xiaopang lost any protection.

A bolt of lightning struck his calf, and Wang Xiaopang, who was lying quietly on his stomach, suddenly let out a scream.

"It hurts so much!" Wang Xiaopang even started to twitch in pain. Even though he is Lei Lingen, Tianlei is still a fatal attack to him who has lost his cultivation.

Han Lin's eyes turned red immediately, and he almost wanted to tear the little doll into pieces: "Spirit-eating insects!"

The childish but solemn little baby confronted Han Lin coldly, and walked away from Wang Xiaopang's side step by step.

"You may be a competent and serious master, but you are definitely a qualified lover!" The spirit devourer looked straight at him: "Don't take what you think is what he wants! You bastard!"

Han Lin was stunned, and at this time another bolt of lightning struck Wang Xiaopang, who was already fainting from pain, Han Lin gritted his teeth fiercely, and his body turned into a gust of wind and rushed over.

The spirit devourer laughed twice, and said in a crying voice, "I'm sorry, mother, and then, no thanks."

With the movement of the center of the thunderstorm, a bolt of lightning struck over, the spirit devouring insect's face turned pale, and in a trance, it seemed to hear a dragon's cry.

A huge blue dragon suddenly appeared, curled up the little baby with its tail, and disappeared suddenly, and on the ground covered with flying sand, two small spirit beast bottles fell.

There are fine spots of light falling on the spirit beast bottle, which are the light reflected from the ice crystal cover not far away.

Inside the ice cover, Han Lin hugged the young man tightly, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled: "Little Fatty? Can you hear the master?"

The boy in his arms closed his eyes and did not respond. If he could not feel his faint breath, Han Lin almost thought he was dead.

"It's Master's fault...I should go over and hug you immediately..." Han Lin said, gently touching the face of the person in his arms: "I don't know what to do anymore, I killed Han Yang, After all this is over, I thought I could finally treat you well, I gave up on ascension, I gave up on continuing to practice, I just wanted to be by your side like before, but... the spirit devourer said that's not what you want."

Han Lin moved his face closer to Wang Xiaopang, and looked closely at his sleeping face: "Tell me, what do you really want?"

The boy didn't answer him, Han Lin lowered his head and kissed his lips, soft and cold.

The boy's eyelashes trembled a few times.

The sixth thunder fell, Han Lin had no choice but to put Wang Xiaopang down, stretched out his hands to touch the ice cover, and kept the ice cover from being broken by the thunder, otherwise, with Wang Xiaopang's physique, bathing in the pillar of thunder would be inevitable. Ashes to ashes.

The intensity of the sky thunder became stronger and stronger, and it lasted longer and longer. When the beam of light dissipated, a layer of fine sweat broke out on Han Lin's body.

A pair of warm hands stretched out from behind, passed through Han Lin's armpit, and hugged him tightly.

Han Lin was taken aback for a moment, and then heard the young man behind him say quietly: "There is only one thing I want from beginning to end, and that is to be with Master."

He spoke slowly, but he was extremely serious. It was impossible for a person with an IQ of only three years old to speak that kind of tone.

Han Lin's body stiffened a little, and his heartbeat accelerated. He didn't turn his head, because he didn't know what expression to use to face him.

"We will be together." Han Lin grabbed Wang Xiaopang's hand, put it on his mouth and kissed him: "I will accompany you in whatever you want to do in the future. If you are the county magistrate, I will do it." Adjutant, if you want to eat, I'll bring food, if you want to play, I'll be by your side, okay?"

Han Lin thought that Wang Xiaopang must be happy, but he said, "Not good."

Han Lin was silent, and after a long time smiled wryly: "I thought I knew you best, but now I realize that I am the one who doesn't understand you the least. Tell me, what should I do?"

"Overcome the catastrophe and ascend!" Wang Xiaopang almost gritted his teeth, holding Han Lin's hands so tightly that he seemed to want to lock him forever, but he continued to say in a trembling voice with his body trembling: "It's so painful to be separated, it's really... very uncomfortable, but I can only do this! Your feelings are also very important to me!"

"Fatty..."

"And the county magistrate is just a childhood dream. Yes, I hated cultivating immortals at first! I hate you too! I think you are a ghost! But..." Wang Xiaopang buried his face in Han Lin's back, Weeping uncontrollably: "It's just that you hate me so much but you raised me up slowly... Let me feel the joy of cultivating immortals, let me understand that there is true love and danger in this world, and let me see your most real On the one hand...a stern master, an angry master, a laughing master...afraid but also novel...gradually feel that you are so handsome...so yearning more and more...want to touch you, but dare not touch you... ...I want your tenderness, but I am flattered...I hope you can change, but I just want to keep it the same...I just keep falling into conflicts and I can't extricate myself from you...So of course I want you to stay with me! I really, really want to! But this is not possible! I will definitely regret it in the future! I hate myself for depriving you of your freedom! Restricting your development! Because Master also has his own dreams, doesn’t he?”

Han Lin was in a daze: "My...dream?"

"Well, Master's dream. Although you always say that you cultivate immortality because you have no other interests, it's just to pass the time, but if you can use it to pass the time without getting bored, I will Think, that's 'interest'." Wang Xiaopang said, and gradually calmed down, but his hands were still tightly clutching Han Lin's clothes: "So let's ascend! Become a powerful person like the ancestor of Han Guangzong! You want to be like him don't you? Go live your dreams!"

Han Lin was speechless for a long time, when the seventh thunder fell, Wang Xiaopang put his lips to his ear: "The master I like is a strong and handsome person, and I, will I have always followed such a dazzling master, wherever you go, I will go, this is my dream now, the real dream."

Han Lin smiled, relieved, when the eighth thunder shook the valley, when the ninth thunder illuminated the sky, when the multicolored auspicious light fell, Han Lin also put his lips to Wang Xiaopang's ear:

"I'm waiting for you."

The colorful auspicious light disappeared with the man, and there has been another legend in this world since then.