ghost master

Threatened by Han Rin like this, Wang Xiaopang doesn't even have the intention of marrying a wife, she is a woman that every man wants to protect himself, let alone Han Rin who can attach himself to him at any time.

Farewell, my wife...Wang Xiaopang looked at Fei Xiu'er as melancholy as he could, bewildered by the little girl.

The banquet didn't end until late at night, and Wang Xiaopang didn't feel sleepy. After cultivating immortality, his sleep time was shortened, and he only needed to sleep for six hours a day to be full of energy. Of course, this was the sleep time set by the ghost, otherwise Wang With Xiaopang's temperament, he can lie in bed for a whole day.

"Practice, I will call you when it's time to sleep." Han Lin said lightly, intending to let Wang Xiaopang break through the fourth level of the Qi refining period within a few days.

Wang Xiaopang was still worried about Fei Xiuer, so he couldn't concentrate when he was practicing, and the speed of the spiritual energy in his body was slow, and he was only a little short of breaking through the fourth level of the refining period , but has been in a critical state under Wang Xiaopang's ink.

Han Lin hit Wang Xiaopang on the forehead with an ice ball, and said in a stern tone, "Concentrate!"

Wang Xiaopang opened his eyes, stuffed the ice bead that fell on the bed into his mouth, and ate, his face wrinkled, looking aggrieved.

"Master...I want a wife..." When Wang Xiaopang thought that he would have to live with this ghost for the next few decades, he felt as if he had taken traditional Chinese medicine, as much pain as he wanted.

Han Lin said with a straight face: "You just turned 11 years old, what's the rush? Wait until you turn [-] years old."

"Hundred years old?!" Wang Xiaopang's eyes widened, as if he heard something unbelievable: "I'm already old!"

"Don't think about this with a mortal mind. This deity has said many times that you are no longer a mortal." Han Lin explained to Wang Xiaopang: "Every time a cultivator breaks through a big realm, his lifespan will double. 120 years old, [-] years old at the foundation stage, [-] years at the alchemy stage, [-] years at the Nascent Soul stage, and if you can reach the stage of transformation like this deity, and your lifespan will even reach [-] years, why are you so anxious?"

Wang Xiaopang was stunned when he heard this, thinking that cultivation is really miraculous, that his lifespan can increase like this, but...

"But my parents are mortals, so what's the point of me living alone for so long." Wang Xiaopang suddenly felt uncomfortable when he thought of his parents' aging faces.

I can't imagine how he would live if his parents were gone.

"So if you want to find a partner, you should find a cultivator, preferably with the same realm as you, so that the two of you at least have the same life expectancy." Han Lin reached out to touch Wang Xiaopang's head after speaking: "Listen to the deity. , this deity will not harm you."

Wang Xiaopang looked at Han Lin with his head held high, and his angry heart finally calmed down. He closed his eyes and began to practice, but opened them again after a while.

"Master, what if I can't find a female monk to be my wife?" Wang Xiaopang asked dully. Although he is no longer obese, he still lacks self-confidence, subconsciously thinking that he is short and fat.

So sometimes he would be frightened by himself when he looked in the mirror, and then he yelled:

"mother!"

Wang Xiaopang and his mother really looked alike when they were young, to put it bluntly, they looked like boys and girls, if he hadn't lost weight, he wouldn't have noticed it.

In order to let Wang Xiaopang cultivate with peace of mind, Han Lin said, "Don't be afraid, if you can't find the deity to help you."

As long as Wang Xiaopang becomes a Nascent Soul cultivator and takes over the Snow Heaven Sect, is he afraid that he won't be able to find a female monk as a Taoist partner?

Wang Xiaopang was very happy at first when he heard Han Lin say that, but after thinking about it, he turned disgusted: "I don't need it anymore, I always feel that Master, you will find me a female ghost."

Han Lin was speechless.

"Practice!"

"Oh……"

That night, Wang Xiaopang really broke through to the fourth level of the Qi refining stage, and his kung fu can circle around the muscles and veins of his body for four weeks at a time. When he can make nine circles, he can try to turn the nine turns into one, and enter the foundation building stage.

Han Lin is very satisfied with Wang Xiaopang's cultivation progress. He didn't have Yijing Xisui Pill back then, so he had to practice hard on his own, and his cultivation speed was slower than Wang Xiaopang's. Based on Wang Xiaopang's current progress, it is estimated that he can build a foundation at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

This progress is too fast for the different spirit root, and it is easy to make people suspicious.

Han Lin thought for a while, and said to Wang Xiaopang who was sitting at the table eating supper: "This deity teaches you a technique to restrain your breath, which can hide your true cultivation."

Wang Xiaopang sucked the noodles into his mouth, and asked Han Lin strangely in his heart: [Hidden cultivation?why? ]

"Too fast will cause suspicion and jealousy. You have no background in the cultivation world, so it's better to keep a low profile." Han Lin glanced at the bowl of hot beef ramen, "Banzhu Xiangnei will solve it."

Wang Xiaopang quickly buried his little head in the big bowl, sucked and quickly ate the noodles, his two cheeks immediately swelled up, and his closed mouth moved so fast that the old servant on the side was surprised.

"Master! Eat slowly! Don't choke!"

After half a stick of incense, Wang Xiaopang held a large ceramic bowl with both hands and held his head up to drink the noodle soup, while Han Lin counted down: "...four, three, two, one."

Wang Xiaopang put the big bowl on the table, and the old servant next to him poked his head to look, good boy, there is no noodle soup left.

"Uncle Wan, I'm going to bed." Wang Xiaopang wiped his mouth with his sleeve, contentedly stroking his stomach and walking towards the bed.

"I asked the little girl to bring in the washing water." The old servant cleaned up the dishes.

"No, I'll make water to wash myself later." Wang Xiaopang waved his hand and put down the gauze curtain. The old servant saw Wang Xiaopang in a meditation posture through the hazy gauze, so he smiled lovingly and held the tray out.

Ask the cook to cook more tomorrow.

Han Lin passed the set of "Hidden Spirit Art" directly into Wang Xiaopang's head, and asked him to comprehend it first. Wang Xiaopang's comprehension ability is good, and it was inherited from his father's smart head. He closed his eyes After reading the exercises in his head, he roughly understood the principle.

Cultivation is linked to the aura in the body, and this exercise is to construct a space in the dantian that cannot be recognized by the outside, and hide some aura in it, and then achieve the effect of hiding the cultivation.

The principle is simple, but the actual operation is difficult.

"This set of exercises was created by a formation master, and it has the same principle as the hidden spirit formation, but it uses the dantian as the formation eyes, the meridians as the lines, and the aura as the energy source. It is an exquisite exercise that runs day and night." Han Lin told the king. Xiaopang explained, and tapped Wang Xiaopang's dantian with his fingers.

Wang Xiaopang shrunk his stomach and felt itchy. Han Lin felt his discomfort, so he withdrew his hand.

"have you understood?"

Wang Xiaopang nodded, closed his eyes and began to draw formations in the dantian according to the spiritual energy taught in the exercises. Although Han Lin usually disliked Wang Xiaopang's lazy and lazy temper, he was very impressed with his talent and comprehension in cultivating immortals. Li Li was very satisfied, seeing that he began to practice that set of exercises obediently, so he casually floated to Wang Xiaopang's bookcase to browse.

"Eighteen Hells", "Records of Strange Stories and Strange Stories of the Colored Light Kingdom", "Night Talks of Hundred Ghosts"... Han Lin looked at the ghosts and minds full of bookcases, and finally understood why Wang Xiaopang was so timid and scared by himself. of.

Wang Xiaopang encountered some small problems in practicing Hidden Spirit Art. He didn’t understand formations, so he always made some low-level mistakes, which caused the exercises to fail to run smoothly. So Han Lin helped him correct his mistakes and told him some The simple formation knowledge, Wang Xiaopang listened to it in a cloud, and it took a whole night to practice the Hidden Spirit Art, hiding his own cultivation as the third level of the Qi Refining Stage.

"Okay, go to sleep." Han Lin then allowed Wang Xiaopang to rest.

Wang Xiaopang lay on the bed, and before he closed his eyes, he saw the orange morning sun rising outside the window through Han Lin's translucent body.

The sun is the yolk, the master is the egg white...

Wang Xiaopang fell asleep with his mouth open, but Han Lin turned around and reached out to cover the rising sun, but he couldn't.

Since the deity is transparent, it looks like an egg white?

With a wave of Han Lin's sleeve, the window closed silently, and the room was plunged into darkness, making it a good sleep.

Wang Xiaopang stayed at home for three days. During these three days, he mostly ran around the county and ate everywhere. He told Han Lin how delicious the biscuits were, and the old man’s gourd was the sweetest. This is a specialty of their county. , that is the top-quality flower cake that is limited every day...

Besides eating, Wang Xiaopang also climbed the mountain with Fei Xiuer, admiring the spring flowers in Daoren Li's Taoist temple. Fei Xiuer was two years older than Wang Xiaopang, and therefore taller than Wang Xiaopang by half a head, but the two People don't mind, you look at me shyly under the pear tree, I look at you, during the period, the words do not exceed ten sentences, innocent ones are fine.

This mountain climbing was jointly proposed by County Magistrate Wang and Fei Xiu'er's cousin, with the intention of cultivating the relationship between the two children. If there is no accident, this marriage will be successful in ten chances, just wait for Wang Xiaopang to grow up.

But Han Lin didn't allow Wang Xiaopang to have too much concern in the world, and was a little annoyed that Wang Xiaopang took his words as wind in his ears, so he went directly to Wang Xiaopang's body and rejected Fei Xiu'er with a cold face.

Fei Xiuer ran away crying. For a 13-year-old girl, being rejected by a boy younger than her was a very hurtful thing, but Wang Xiaopang saw that Fei Xiuer had run away. Wept sadly.

"I like her that much?" Han Lin continued to occupy Wang Xiaopang's body, stretched out his hand to press down a pear blossom branch, and sniffed it.

The gentle warmth of the spring breeze, the rough touch of the branches, and the elegant fragrance of pear blossoms, these are all things that can only be felt while alive.

"Hmm..." Wang Xiaopang's translucent naked soul body lay on Han Lin's back, sobbing in response.

A child is a child, even liking seems so childish.

Han Lin let go of the pear blossom branch and returned his body to Wang Xiaopang.

"It's time to go back to the sect."

A loud crane cry pierced the sky, and everyone in the Taoist temple looked up, only to see a young man in white robe sitting on the back of the white crane, crying and laughing at the Taoist temple and waving his hands.

"Father! Mother! See you next year!"