ghost master

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Wang Xiaopang was soaking in the steaming tub, an old maid picked up a towel and wanted to scrub Wang Xiaopang, but Wang Xiaopang refused.

"Aunt Rong, I'll do it by myself. You can go out." Wang Xiaopang said to the old maid who had taken care of him for many years. When the old maid left, he took a long breath and stretched out his hand to relieve the bruise on his face. bandage.

Just now because of his eyes, his parents pestered him for a long time, insisting on looking at his eye injuries, Wang Xiaopang took a lot of effort to shirk it.

"Master, it's not a good idea to always cover your eyes with a bandage." Wang Xiaopang muttered, hanging the bandage on the side of the bathtub: "And you can only use one right eye when you go out, it's very laborious."

Han Lin floated aside, and said indifferently: "Be safe and don't be impatient, I have entrusted Lin Xiyuan to make you a spiritual weapon to cover your eyes."

Wang Xiaopang immediately became excited when he heard the words: "What spirit weapon?"

"I don't know." Han Lin saw that Wang Xiaopang's hair was stained with bird feathers, so he reached out to help him brush it off casually, but his translucent hand directly passed through the dark gray bird feathers and touched Wang Xiaopang's head.

Wang Xiaopang looked up at Han Lin suspiciously, and Han Lin withdrew his hand calmly.

"Wash your hair well." Han Lin reminded Wang Xiaopang vaguely.

"Oh." Wang Xiaopang scratched his hair, thinking that he had covered his right eye with gauze for a year, but in the sect, except for someone who asked a few words at the beginning, no one asked later, he couldn't help feeling strange, so he asked Han Lin: "Master, won't everyone find it strange? About my right eye."

"The world of comprehension generally doesn't care about these things lightly." Han Lin explained lightly: "For example, practitioners who practice Cracking Wind Palm wrap their hands with gauze. Injured and disabled, I feel more or less taboo about others talking about his injuries, and so on."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang half-understood, one blue and one black eyes stared at Han Lin's long silver-white hair: "What about Master's hair? Is it because of his age?"

Before Wang Xiaopang entered the realm of self-cultivation, he knew from the book that some immortals had white hair and childlike faces, so he always thought that Han Lin was also this type of "grandpa".

Knowing Wang Xiaopang's thoughts, Han Lin's face darkened a little: "This deity's hair was experienced in the extremely cold fairyland in his early years, and it turned silvery white because of the cold air entering his body accidentally. As for the age, this deity is only over 400 years old."

Wang Xiaopang was shocked: "More than 400 years old?! This is already at the level of the ancestors!"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, Chao Hanlin clasped his fists respectfully while sitting in the bathtub: "I'm sorry! This disciple should call you the ancestor!"

Han Lin's face darkened, and he conjured up an ice bead and hit Wang Xiaopang on the forehead: "Just call Master!"

Wang Xiaopang became honest immediately after being hit by a bead. He missed the meals cooked by the old servant at home, so he rubbed his feet in the tub hastily for a few times and then raised his foot to get out of the tub, but he was pushed back by Han Lin In the water, he choked his nose.

"Wash your hair well!"

"Oh……"

It wasn't until Wang Xiaopang got the bird feather off his head that Han Lin allowed him to come out of the bathtub. Wang Xiaopang put on his clothes and blindfolded and went to the lobby to find his parents, bouncing all the way, He also hummed his grandfather's favorite song, obviously in a good mood.

"Boys don't jump around! You're not stable!" The ghost was teaching Wang Xiaopang again.

Wang Xiaopang was happy when he got home, and he dared to confront Han Lin: "Master, do you envy me? Because you are already an old man!"

Han Lin shot an ice bead on Wang Xiaopang's head with a fierce look on his face. Wang Xiaopang staggered from the beating, so he was honest.

In the lobby, Wang Xiaopang's parents were entertaining an old Taoist, Wang Xiaopang paused, quietly looked at the ghost beside him, and asked him in his heart: "Master, my adoptive father is here, what should I do?" ]

Han Lin knew what Wang Xiaopang was worried about: "No problem."

Seeing that Han Lin was calm, Wang Xiaopang felt relieved, and walked over to greet the family and relatives who were sitting in a room.

"Hello, grandpa, grandpa and grandma, hello foster father, hello uncle and aunt, hello uncle and aunt, cousin and cousin..." Wang Xiaopang called over one by one according to their seniority. They were all smiling from ear to ear, and the younger cousins ​​looked at him curiously with their eyes open. They had been getting along with Wang Xiaopang a lot a year ago, but now they looked at him with unfamiliar eyes.

Wang Xiaopang didn't feel it at first, until an ignorant little cousin yelled at him in a childlike voice, arguing to learn spells, but her mother nervously covered her mouth, Wang Xiaopang felt weird .

They are all from my own family, why should I be so polite to him?And laughing...

"Please." Han Lin floated aside, looking coldly at Wang Xiaopang's relatives: "They are courting you."

[What do you want me to do? ] Wang Xiaopang scratched his head, feeling a little depressed.

When Wang Xiaopang greeted his relatives, Li Daoren kept looking at him, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt empty. Wasn't Wang Xiaopang's body taken away by a senior?It can be seen that his demeanor is clearly that little fat man from before.

Wang Xiaopang noticed Li Daoren's gaze, so he turned his head and looked over. Li Daoren panicked and quickly lowered his head.

Before he was sure that the child in front of him was Wang Xiaopang, it was better for him to be more respectful.

After Wang Xiaopang finished his greeting, everyone resumed the previous topic. Wang Xiaopang sat beside his mother and listened for a while, only then did he realize that his grandfather had been coughing for half a year, with blood in his phlegm, and his health was getting worse day by day. , so I wanted to ask Li Daoren to show his skill of rejuvenation,

This rejuvenation technique really exists. It is a kind of wood-type magic. Among the five elements, gold is the hardest, soil is the most stable, fire is the strongest, and water is the softest, while wood is full of vitality. Some wood attribute skills can be practiced at high levels. It is miraculous to regenerate a severed limb.

But the rejuvenation technique is an intermediate spell that can only be cast at the golden core stage, while Wang Xiaopang and Li Daoren only have the cultivation base of the qi refining stage, and they can only use introductory spells, such as healing.

Li Daoren had a good relationship with the Wang family, and Wang Xiaopang was present, so he didn't shirk it. He immediately reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a bottle of medicine from it. Keep your eyes wide open, watching Li Daoren perform the fairy art, I saw Li Daoren put the potion in his mouth and sprayed it vigorously on the gray-faced old man, and then muttered something, a ball of green light enveloped the old man , When the green light group disappeared, the old man's spirit improved a lot, and his face became rosy.

The people around cheered, Li Daoren twirled his beard and smiled, bit the bullet and continued to pretend to be superior in front of Wang Xiaopang.

There is no way not to pretend, Li Daoren had a miserable time in the cultivation world, but now he can get along smoothly in the human world, relying on pretending.

It really is a cure.Wang Xiaopang wasn't too surprised. If it was a year ago, he would have been the most lovable one in the whole family, but after spending a year in a big sect like Snow Sky Sect, he went there again a few days ago In Da'an, the vision is naturally different.

The move Li Daoren revealed was the move he used to save Wang Xiaopang back then. Although he has already reached the eighth level of the Qi refining stage, he is a four-spiritual root that lacks water in the five elements, and only a quarter of the spiritual energy in his body It was wood aura, originally he could use talismans as a medium to convert the other three auras in his body into wood auras, but he was used to frugality and wanted to save money to buy pills to improve his cultivation, so he was reluctant to use talismans , so he made a potion with inferior spirit grass, mixed it with water, and sprayed it randomly with his mouth every time he performed the healing technique, so that the patient's body would be contaminated with some wood spirit energy, so as to improve the healing effect of the healing technique.

Wang Xiaopang had always thought that Daoren Li had used a great fairy technique to revive him who was lifeless from birth, so he admired him very much, but after seeing it now, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and complicated.

[Master, my adoptive father used this method to save me from death. ] Wang Xiaopang said to Han Lin in his heart.

"So you were sprayed all over by him when you were born?" Han Lin floated behind Wang Xiaopang, lamenting the incompetence and ignorance of ordinary people, and being so happy to be coaxed by such a small trick that can't be put on the table.

[What happened to being spit on?If it wasn't for my adoptive father, I would have turned into loess by now. ] No matter what, Wang Xiaopang is still very grateful and respects Li Daoren, so when he saw Li Daoren peeking at him, and seeing his reaction, a smile immediately appeared on his little face, which made Li Daoren heave a sigh of relief.

After Li Daoren performed the "immortal art", everyone immediately turned their attention to Wang Xiaopang.

"Little Fatty, you went to the fairy land to seek Taoism for a year, what kind of fairy art can you learn?" Wang Xiaopang's father asked Wang Xiaopang enthusiastically, wanting to show off his son in front of relatives and friends.

Although Wang Xiaopang's vision has widened, but his temperament is still the same, he couldn't help but feel shy after being watched so hot by everyone, and scratched his head with blushing cheeks.