ghost master

Tian Zixuan originally thought that Wang Xiaopang would only stay with him for one night, but he came back the next night with a runny nose hugging the pillow. It seemed that he wanted to rely on him. Tian Zixuan felt that it was not an option to go on like this for a long time. When cultivating, he pays attention to calmness and concentration. There is someone around him who will distract him. Besides, he has already done everything he should do as a senior brother. There is no reason to obey Wang Xiaopang like a servant, so he was rejected outside the door.

Wang Xiaopang hugged the pillow and stayed in the cold yard for a long time, seeing that Tian Zixuan really didn't intend to let him in, he had no choice but to hug the pillow and go back to his own room, but he thought in his heart that Daoren Li would be better. , Will buy him chicken legs to eat, and is willing to sleep with him every day.

It was just Daoren Li sharing the same room with Daoren Wang in order to save money, and buying chicken legs for him was also a helpless move, only Daoren Wang was willing to follow behind Daoren Li honestly if he had something to eat.

Wang Xiaopang slept with the lamp on that night, otherwise he was afraid, and when he woke up the next morning, he heard the bell for dinner, so he hurriedly put on a thick padded jacket and went to the cafeteria to grab a meal. I brought a bunch back and saved it for lunch.

Well, practice practice...

Wang Xiaopang, who was full and full of food, opened the "Heavenly Fire and Thunder Jue" energetically.

Ten minutes later, Wang Xiaopang fell asleep.

After spending more than ten days in the Snow Sky Sect, Wang Xiaopang didn't finish half of the book, and the ceremony that he had prepared for a month began.

Because Xue Zun's body had been destroyed in the thunder calamity, and there were no bones left, the elders of the sect held the relic of Xue Zun - the Xuanbing Sword, walked slowly from the entrance of the sect to the top of the mountain, burned incense and poured spirit wine, and then Saying the eulogy to the disciples of the sect is over.

Is this the Fairy Ceremony?Although Wang Xiaopang felt quite disillusioned with the world of cultivating immortals during this period of time, he was still very curious about the legendary Xue Zun. The strongest immortal cultivator in the Caiguang Kingdom for thousands of years, with a bullish name, is probably similar to that in books. The existence of Emperor Zhongtian, right?

It's a pity that "the Emperor of Heaven passed away", and he was struck to death by Tianlei.When Wang Xiaopang thought of this, he wanted to laugh. In the room, he wore the white robe of the sect that was too big for him, and the white robe that Tian Zixuan wore looked so chic, but Wang Xiaopang looked like a snowball, and he He still can't dress well, he doesn't know how to tie a belt, there is no way, he has been taken care of by the maids and parents since he was a child, and it's the first time he even wears clothes like this.

Wang Xiaopang struggled for most of the day and couldn't tie his belt well, so he ran to find Tian Zixuan in a hurry. Tian Zixuan was just about to go out, and saw a "white ball" running towards him, he sighed secretly, helpless stood in the cold courtyard.

"What's the matter?" Tian Zixuan asked with a headache, Wang Xiaopang came to him when he had nothing to do in the past half month, and disturbed his cultivation, but he saw that the other party was still a ten-year-old child, so he couldn't bear to scold him.

Wang Xiaopang flicked the wide belt on his hands, and looked at Tian Zixuan with shining black eyes: "Senior brother! I don't know how to wear a belt!"

Can't wear any clothes?Tian Zixuan took the belt from Wang Xiaopang's hand without a word, bent down and helped him tie it slowly, saying while doing it: "Look, I'll help you tie it this time."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang smiled silly at Tian Zixuan with his fleshy face red, "Thank you, senior brother!"

The "senior brother" made Tian Zixuan's expression relax a bit, he put the wide belt embroidered with snowflake totem on Wang Xiaopang's round belly, and then straightened up.

"Let's go, the memorial ceremony is about to begin."

"Oh!"

Two people, one tall, one short, one thin, and one fat, walked out of this remote courtyard together. Among the outer disciples, only two of them came from the mortal world. Among the inner disciples, there were seven, and one of them was a monk of alchemy. The masters of the six inner disciples, if Tian Zixuan and Wang Xiaopang also succeed in establishing foundations in the future, they will also worship under that alchemy cultivator.

The monks from the mortal world will be discriminated against and rejected by the native monks in the immortal world, so it is normal for them to form groups.

Both sides of Zongmen Avenue were already full of outer disciples, standing side by side, forming two long human walls, which lined up from the entrance of the magnificent Zongmen stone pillar to the mountain.

Tian Zixuan and Wang Xiaopang found a vacancy and stood in. The outer disciples standing on both sides of them saw their brows slightly frowned, and moved away from them without any trace, as if they were too close to them It will be contaminated with mortal vulgarity.

Wang Xiaopang glared at them, and an outer disciple with a high level of cultivation and some influence saw it, and snorted coldly: "Wang Xiaozhu, who are you staring at?"

When Wang Xiaopang heard the other party call him "Wang Xiaozhu", he immediately became angry, but because the other party could manipulate Feijian and use talisman paper, he had to swallow his anger and lower his head.

Tian Zixuan's reaction was indifferent, and he didn't mean to help Wang Xiaopang. Firstly, he was also a weak person. Secondly, Wang Xiaopang was still naive, lazy, lazy, and he couldn't calm down and couldn't read books. He entered the sect for half a month He has not yet started to practice. Although his aptitude is very good, his heart is not suitable for cultivating immortals. If he keeps messing around like this, he will definitely do nothing in the future, so instead of helping him protect him, it is better to let him suffer more, maybe he will be killed. Those outer disciples know how to work hard when they ridicule a lot.

Many outer disciples stood quietly on both sides of the avenue, and no one dared to speak. After standing for about half an hour, Wang Xiaopang began to cry secretly. Fortunately, an ethereal bell sounded from the mountain, signaling to pay homage. The ceremony has begun.

Many disciples looked up at the sky, and Wang Xiaopang also looked up curiously, and saw thirteen white-clothed "immortals" flying under the blue sky and white clouds. After a while, he landed at the entrance of the sect, and he was very excited to see Wang Xiaopang.

These people are the faces of the Snow Sky Sect, and all of them have cultivations above the alchemy stage. You must know that there are more than 1 people in the Snow Sky Sect, including more than 2000 inner disciples. Those who are qualified to meet the ancestor of the Danqi Qi, the two Yuanying elders are even more difficult to miss. Wang Xiaopang is considered very lucky to be able to enter the sect before the memorial ceremony.

Only one of the two Nascent Soul Elders came today, and that was the 27-year-old young man who stood at the head of the team. The young man was tall and strong, with a resolute and handsome appearance. Wang Xiaopang actually faintly had the idea of ​​kneeling down and submitting, and this was still under the condition that the young man restrained his breath deliberately.

Not only Wang Xiaopang was like this, even Tian Zixuan who was standing beside him was like this, which made him startled, he had never felt this way before even seeing the king of Caiguang Kingdom.

If mortals really can't compare with immortal cultivators, what about the king?In the eyes of immortal cultivators, he is still someone who can be easily crushed to death.Tian Zixuan's eyes were as deep as ink.

The young man was holding a long sword that was translucent like a block of ice. The surface of the long sword exuded a cold air. It was the Xuanbing Sword, the magic weapon of Xue Zun in the rumors.

At the beginning, Wang Xiaopang's attention was attracted by the young man. When he came back to his senses, he found that there seemed to be a cloud of white mist floating behind the young man. It was just because the young man was too tall, and the white mist was blurred. Clear, so Wang Xiaopang squinted his eyes for a long time, but couldn't see why.

Holding the Xuanbing Sword in his hand, the young man led the high-ranking members of the Snow Heaven Sect to move forward slowly. As the sacrificial procession progressed, Wang Xiaopang felt that the white mist floating behind the young man looked more and more like a human figure, and he was surprised. , and then hastily turned to look at the people around him, and found that they all looked solemn, without a hint of surprise, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Could it be some kind of supernatural power?Wang Xiaopang thought this way, but his heart was still fuzzy, he was obviously terrified, but he still kept staring at the white shadow...

It seems to be a real figure!

Wang Xiaopang's eyes widened, perhaps because he sensed his gaze, the indistinct white figure suddenly turned to look at him, revealing a terrifying face with a pale complexion and a mouth full of blood!It looks like a ghost described in ghost novels!

Wang Xiaopang has never seen such a terrifying scene since he was a child. He immediately fell to the ground, pointed at the ghost behind the young man with trembling fingers, and shouted tremblingly: "Ghost...Ghost!"

The memorial site was very quiet. Wang Xiaopang's exclamation was like a boulder falling into the water, causing thousands of waves. The people present all looked at him, and saw him pointing at the young man with a pale face. Those who were jealous of his high talent in cultivating immortals The outer disciple immediately gloated.

Pointing at Elder Nascent Soul and calling him a ghost?This little piggy has suffered a lot.

Tian Zixuan's expression changed slightly beside Wang Xiaopang, he wanted to step forward to help Wang Xiaopang who fell on the ground, but after a little thought, he chose to be wise and protect himself.

Wang Xiaopang is still young, and he has a different spirit root, so maybe he won't be blamed, so it's better for him not to help him, so as not to be implicated.

He has had enough of being punished on behalf of others.

Wang Xiaopang was scared out of his wits, he didn't care what would happen to his actions, he looked at the ghost with a pale face, and when he was about to shout again, the ghost floated towards him. In an instant, he was in front of Wang Xiaopang, staring straight at Wang Xiaopang with those bloodshot eyes.

"You...can you see me?"

Eerie, ethereal voice.

Wang Xiaopang looked at the bloody face near Juchi, his pupils dilated from fright, his heart twitched, and then he rolled his eyes and passed out.