ghost master

It took less than a minute for Wang Xiaopang to fall to the ground and he fainted. Although everyone was very surprised, no one made a sound. A monk who formed a pill in the sacrificial procession asked the young man respectfully: "Elder Han Yang, do you want to punish him?" This son?"

The young man holding the Xuanbing Sword thoughtfully looked at Wang Xiaopang, who had fainted on the ground, and then turned his head to look behind him. His actions made those alchemy cultivators also look behind him, but nothing Nothing, nothing.

The corners of Han Yang's mouth curled up subtly, he looked forward again, and said lightly: "No, today is the brother's memorial ceremony, it is not suitable to get angry, find someone to send this child back to rest."

"Yes." The alchemy cultivator glanced at the teams on both sides, and then his eyes fell on Han Fang.

Although Han Fang is an inner sect disciple, but he has inferior qualifications of the four spirit roots, because he knows that it is difficult to improve his cultivation, so he prefers to manage the sect rather than penance, so he is the first manager in the outer sect By.

Han Fang respectfully bowed to the alchemy cultivator, then walked out of the team and walked towards Wang Xiaopang who fainted on the ground.

The young man held the Xuanbing Sword in his hand and continued to lead the monks to march slowly towards the Lingshan Mountain. When the team was gone, Han Fang frowned and said to Tian Zixuan: "You send him back, I have to stay here Maintain order."

"Yes, Master Han Fang." Tian Zixuan replied peacefully, squatted down and hugged the heavy Wang Xiaopang into his arms, and carried Wang Xiaopang away under the watchful eyes of thousands of outer disciples.

Han Fang looked at the two people who were gradually going away, he sighed silently, that Wang Xiaopang had been in the sect for half a month, but he hadn't started to practice yet, he obviously had such a good talent of alien spirit root, but he didn't know how to cherish it.

On the contrary, Tian Zixuan is a hardworking person, although his aptitude is a little worse than Wang Xiaopang, but maybe he is more worthy of training.

Han Fang pondered and returned to the queue.

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Wang Xiaopang woke up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a vague figure floating beside the bed. He rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look, it was not a figure, it was clearly a ghost!

"You're awake." The ghost lowered its head and said to Wang Xiaopang ghastly, but when he opened his mouth, thick blood overflowed from his mouth, and all fell onto Wang Xiaopang's body. face.

"Ah... ah..." Wang Xiaopang was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, he could only groan twice tremblingly, his pupils staring at the ghost shrank for a while, and his nose seemed to smell a strong smell of blood. So he rolled his eyes and passed out again.

……

Wang Xiaopang woke up.

A certain ghost stood silently at the head of the bed and looked at him sinisterly, his figure was blurred and his face was terrifying.

Wang Xiaopang fainted.

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Wang Xiaopang woke up again, woken up by starvation, but this time he didn't dare to open his eyes, but lay on the bed not daring to breathe.

That ghost...is he still there?

Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to look at it. He pretended he was still sound asleep, thinking that his acting skills were good, but he turned over in an extremely exaggerated manner, and covered his head with the quilt.

call--

Wang Xiaopang, who was hiding under the blanket, finally dared to open his eyes, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his body was also shaking, and he was terrified.

"woke up?"

Wang Xiaopang, who was hiding under the blanket, trembled violently, but soon realized that the voice was from his senior brother Tian Zixuan, so he was overjoyed, and lifted the blanket covering his head.

"Senior brother!" Wang Xiaopang called Tian Zixuan happily, only to see Tian Zixuan sitting peacefully at the table, with an oil lamp lit on the table, and a plate of steamed buns and two eggs.

Wang Xiaopang was so hungry, he immediately jumped off the bed like a ball, his short and fat body jumped to the side of the table nimbly, picked up a cold steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tian Zixuan saw that Wang Xiaopang was in a hurry to eat, so he poured him a bowl of cold well water, Wang Xiaopang chewed the cold steamed buns and smiled foolishly at Tian Zixuan, took the bowl of well water and poured it into his mouth.

In just a moment, Wang Xiaopang ate a steamed bun. With a steamed bun to fill his stomach, Wang Xiaopang ate the second steamed bun much slower.

"Thank you, brother!" Wang Xiaopang thanked Tian Zixuan while chewing on the steamed buns.

"You're welcome." Tian Zixuan brought Wang Xiaopang food back from the cafeteria just because he was young, and didn't intend to take care of him, so he stood up from his chair and planned to go back to his room to practice.

Seeing that Tian Zixuan was about to leave, Wang Xiaopang immediately panicked: "Senior Brother! Don't leave!"

Tian Zixuan turned his head and glanced at Wang Xiaopang. Thinking of what happened to the ghost today, Wang Xiaopang's chubby face wrinkled into a ball, and he said in shock: "I saw a ghost today! I was in this room just now. I saw that ghost here!"

Wang Xiaopang looked at his room nervously while talking, it was okay if he didn't look at it, but when he looked at it, he found a blurry figure standing in the corner of the room near the bed, Wang Xiaopang couldn't help but startled all over, holding the The steamed buns were frightened.

"Over there! Over there!" Wang Xiaopang threw himself onto Tian Zixuan's body with a pale face, and hugged his waist tightly with both hands, probably because he was too scared, unexpectedly hugging Tian Zixuan was a little painful.

Tian Zixuan frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at that corner, because it was already night, and the light from the oil lamp was limited, so the corner of the room was quite dark, but if someone stood there, he would definitely be able to see it.

Tian Zixuan stared at the dark corner for a while, then said hesitantly, "I didn't see anything."

"Really! Just stand there!" Wang Xiaopang hugged Tian Zixuan's slender waist tremblingly, only dared to show half of his eyes to look at the ghost, and saw the white mist floating around the ghost, and then It was like cold air, and he was wearing a very ragged white robe. Because the clothes were badly damaged, a large part of his chest was exposed. The strange thing is that this ghost is clearly in his early 20s, but he has silvery white hair that reaches his hips. If it wasn't for him being covered in blood and being a man, he would be very similar to the snow girl in white clothes and white hair that Wang Xiaopang saw in Ghost Mind before, giving people a feeling of being able to control the wind and snow.

"Maybe that ghost is related to you, only you can see it." Tian Zixuan said lightly, pushed away Wang Xiaopang's hand around his waist, turned and left the room.

It's time for him to start practicing.

"Senior brother!" Wang Xiaopang turned pale with shock, and was about to catch up with Tian Zixuan, but saw a white shadow floating in front of him, blocking his way, Wang Xiaopang immediately backed away in fright, because the retreat was too hasty But he staggered and fell to the ground.

The door of the room was wide open, the moonlight was bright, Tian Zixuan who heard the movement looked back, and saw Wang Xiaopang sitting on the ground with a pale complexion, raising his head and staring at the void, as if standing in front of him was an extremely scary stuff.

Tian Zixuan frowned again.

There is indeed something wrong with Wang Xiaopang's appearance, could it be that he is really haunted by ghosts?

Want to go back and help him?Tian Zixuan hesitated, and suddenly recalled in his head that he was stripped naked and whipped by his master for pity on a maid who spilled the tea.

Forget it, if the one who frightened Wang Xiaopang is really a ghost, his cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining will not help, so it is better not to meddle in other people's business.

Tian Zixuan thought for a while, then reached out and took off the pendant around his neck. It was a jade bodhisattva with a clear body, with some turquoise flowers floating in the water, shining in the moonlight. Looking at this pendant with spiritual eyes, one will find that the Jade Bodhisattva exudes a faint golden glow, which is...

The Buddha's practice of spiritual energy means that this jade pendant is a real spiritual object that has been enlightened to ward off evil spirits.

"Zixuan, here's a good gift for you." The man put the Jade Bodhisattva around his neck with his own hands, "It was given to me by Master Huikong of Wanshan Temple. It is said that he is a cultivator of immortality. You have never seen a cultivator of immortality before." Right? I'll take you to see the dinner tonight."

Looking back on the past, a sneer appeared on Tian Zixuan's handsome face.

If he hadn't found out that the jade pendant was indeed a good thing after entering the world of cultivating immortals, he would have smashed the jade pendant long ago.

"You, don't come here!"

Looking up, Wang Xiaopang was sitting on the floor of his room screaming in horror while backing away, Tian Zixuan no longer hesitated, and threw the Jade Bodhisattva in his hand at Wang Xiaopang, but a cold wind suddenly blew past, carrying fine snow , "Bang Dang", the door of Wang Xiaopang's house was slammed shut, and the speed of closing the door was actually faster than the flying jade pendant.

The Jade Bodhisattva slammed into the door and fell to the ground again, making a crisp sound, but it didn't shatter. Instead, it shone golden light on the ground.

Tian Zixuan suddenly felt that his back was cold. He looked up at the moon and found that the cold wind had weakened, and there was no snow in the sky at all. The strange wind with fine snow just now seemed even more strange.

Tian Zixuan took a step back in the cold courtyard, then turned around and hurried back to the house.