ghost master

Wang Xiaopang went to find Han Fang, and was reprimanded and "severely punished" as a matter of course.

"From now on, you are only allowed to eat one meal a day." Han Fang said to Wang Xiaopang. In fact, even if Wang Xiaopang did not return late, the sect planned to control his diet. One meal is enough, but four meals are completely unnecessary. In addition to wasting training time, it will also waste spiritual power to accelerate the consumption of food in the body. If you have that time and energy, you might as well spend it on training.

"One meal?!" Wang Xiaopang looked as if the sky was about to fall, "One meal is not enough for me!"

"You're not hungry at all, you're just greedy." Han Fang had figured out Wang Xiaopang's temperament after a year, and he sullenly asked, "Why, dissatisfied with this punishment from the sect?"

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Wang Xiaopang could only look at Han Lin pitifully.

[Master...]

"Do you think this deity will help you?" Han Lin looked at Wang Xiaopang coldly: "If you want me, I will punish you once every three days."

Ghost! ! !For a moment, he actually thought that this ghost would help him! ! !

Wang Xiaopang walked away with his head drooping, wanting to cry but not daring to cry, for fear that Han Lin would scold him.

Han Lin ignored Wang Xiaopang and allowed him to walk all the way and kicked stones aggrievedly. As a result, Wang Xiaopang accidentally kicked through someone else's oil-paper window in anger, and the stone seemed to hit a certain monk on the head.

"Who!" There was a roar in the room lit with flickering candles, Wang Xiaopang was startled, and quickly let go of his feet and ran away.

Clouds and mist covered the bright moon in the sky, and the already dark night road became a little darker. Wang Xiaopang was young and timid. Although his night vision gradually improved after cultivating immortals, he still tore off a talisman and used it out of fear. Added fireball lighting.

There were only a few pages left in the talisman book, so Wang Xiaopang wondered whether he should ask Han Xingshan for another one, but Han Lin flicked his head hard with an ice bead.

"Your brother Tian warned you, right? Don't get close to Han Xingshan." Han Lin knew what Wang Xiaopang was thinking, but he didn't allow it: "If you want a talisman, you can buy it yourself."

"But I only have gold ingots and silver, and no spirit stones." Wang Xiaopang rubbed his head and said awkwardly, "I have to return the remaining spirit stones to Senior Brother Tian, ​​and I still owe him 15 yuan of spirit stones."

"You are the main focus of the sect. As long as you reach the fifth level of the Qi refining stage, you will naturally receive a monthly salary."

"But I have just ascended to the fourth floor, and it seems to take half a year to reach the fifth floor." Wang Xiaopang counted the remaining talismans under the light of the fireball, and then wrinkled his face: "There are only four talismans left." , without the talisman seal, I can't use the five elements spell."

"Don't just think about using five-element spells, you're Lei Lingen." Han Lin's handsome face was a bit stern: "Thunder spells are what you're good at."

Theoretically, what each monk is best at is the spells corresponding to their spiritual roots, because they can emit 100% power without using a medium to transform the spiritual energy.

However, although multi-spiritual roots are more convenient in using five-element spells, a single spiritual root can be cultivated quickly and the state can be easily improved, and the state is directly linked to the length of life. In this comparison, it is clear that the essence of the spiritual root is the king of cultivation.

"But now I've reached the fourth level of Qi refining, but I can only release a little current." Wang Xiaopang raised his hand dissatisfied, and saw a few purple currents clearly and clearly coming from the veins of Wang Xiaopang's wrist. It rushed to the palm, and spread to Wang Xiaopang's five fingers in a radial pattern.

Wang Xiaopang looked at the palm covered with electric current, suddenly became playful, and reached out to touch Han Lin's back.

"Call you."

Han Lin felt that several electric currents came from Wang Xiaopang's palm, and spread all over his body along his back in an instant. The crisp and numb feeling made his body stiff, and then his face turned gloomy.

Although the current was weak, it was exactly the same as the thunder that struck him to death.

Han Lin clasped Wang Xiaopang's small brain with his big hands, his silver hair fluttered, and his body was full of hostility. His appearance was extremely vicious, like a Shura ghost crawling out of the depths of hell.

Wang Xiaopang's cold sweat dripped down.

"Call who?"

"Yes, sorry..."

One person and one ghost returned to the remote courtyard, the lights were on in Tian Zixuan's room, Wang Xiaopang wanted to return the spirit stone to him, so he walked over.

Han Lin said, "I'll pay it back tomorrow."

[Senior brother has not fallen asleep yet. ] Wang Xiaopang responded to Han Lin in his heart, and he walked to the door.

He knocked on the door, but it was Han Xingshan who came to open the door.

Han Xingshan often stays in Tian Zixuan's house, Wang Xiaopang knows it, he thought that the two of them were in good relationship, but then he suddenly thought of the little prince who hugged Tian Zixuan and kissed him, and felt that something was wrong.

Wang Xiaopang remembered that the little prince seemed to have used a word for Senior Brother Tian at that time:

Male favorite.

Even though it was the first time I heard some words, I could somewhat understand the meaning, so Wang Xiaopang looked into the room, and saw the bed curtain of the big wooden bed, a few strands of shiny long hair were exposed, hanging in the air , swaying slightly in the night wind, stirring people's hearts.

Wang Xiaopang quickly looked back, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Han Xingshan stared at Wang Xiaopang, who had become very handsome and handsome because of losing weight, his eyes were a little hot, he wanted to reach out to touch Wang Xiaopang's head, but he seemed to think of something halfway, and then retracted.

"I heard that you're back, so I came to have a look." Han Xing smiled kindly: "Your brother Tian has already fallen asleep, what can I do with him?"

"Return, return the spirit stone to senior brother." Wang Xiaopang stuttered, he took out 15 yuan of low-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and gave it to Han Xingshan: "Please tell senior brother, I will return half first, and the other half later." Return slowly."

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he immediately turned around and left, his pace was a little anxious, but after walking quickly for a while, he felt that he was being too rude, so he turned around and bowed slightly to Han Xingshan, and then returned to his room.

Han Xingshan looked deeply at Wang Xiaopang's room, and after a long time smiled and closed the door.

"It seems that the young prince kissed you in public today, which opened your junior brother's senses." Han Xingshan said slowly, walking towards the big bed.

Lifting the thick bed curtains, Tian Zixuan lay on the bed with his head sideways in a daze, his slightly thin shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, apparently without any clothes on his body.

"Don't worry, I will suppress what happened in Hongfeng County today." Han Xingshan leaned over and kissed the back of the slender and fair neck, Tian Zixuan frowned slightly, but did not refuse.

It's just that the little prince is favored by the current emperor and queen mother, so he has to give an explanation.

In the 17th year of Yongfeng of the Caiguang Kingdom, Wang Dawei, the county magistrate of Chuan'an County in Kaizhou, embezzled thousands of silver dollars for disaster relief. The emperor was furious and ordered all families to be executed, and Fei Yaozong, the prefect of Huishui City, enforced the law.

On the day of enforcing the law, all the officials hacked and killed a group of criminal robbers in the county magistrate's mansion. On the outskirts of Huishui City, more than [-] people, surnamed Wang, quietly settled down.