ghost master

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The heavy snow fell, and Hongfeng County was covered with a piece of white, and in this white, there were little red lights, which were the big red lanterns hanging high on the eaves.

Tian Zixuan stood on the snow-covered street, looking softly at the festive atmosphere around him. He hasn't celebrated the Spring Festival for many years, and now he looks nostalgic and sad when he enters the secular world.

"Brother, what do you think of this?" Wang Xiaopang was buying clothes for her mother in a tailor shop. Chuan'an County is located in the south of Caiguang Country, and its location is remote, so there is no such fur clothes.

Because the New Year is approaching, many women came to the tailor shop to buy materials and clothes, so Tian Zixuan did not go in. He is not used to being close to women, but he does not like to be close to men, so he always keeps a distance when he is with people. The distance is the same with my friend Chen Mulin, but I can't help Wang Xiaopang, who has been hugged and hugged many times by him.

What Wang Xiaopang was holding in his hand was a white fox fur coat, the coat was quite shiny, it was nothing more than average in the eyes of Tian Zixuan, who had seen the world, but in the eyes of Wang Xiaopang and this small county townsman It is expensive.

"Fair." Tian Zixuan knew how much gold and silver Wang Xiaopang still had, so he told him that he could buy it, and he couldn't afford it no matter how expensive it was.

"I also think it's okay, but I don't know if it fits my mother's body." After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he asked the shopkeeper's aunt: "Can I try to put it on?"

The aunt saw that Wang Xiaopang and Tian Zixuan had extraordinary temperaments, so she knew that they were either rich or expensive, so she naturally smiled and let Wang Xiaopang try it. After Wang Xiaopang put on the furry fox fur coat, she was immediately happy. It turned out that Wang Xiaopang was petite, fair and delicate, after putting on this woman's coat, he looked cuter and more beautiful than dozens of girls in this shop.

"Yo~ These clothes are suitable for you, young master, not to mention buying them for your mother!" The aunt joked, seeing that Wang Xiaopang was wrapped in a furry coat with only his little head exposed, then The cute look made her unable to help reaching out and pinching his pinkish white face.

"Really?" Wang Xiaopang smirked while being pinched by the aunt. He was happy because he was praised. Just when he was about to speak again, Han Lin, who was floating behind him, patted the back of his head lightly.

Wang Xiaopang glanced over his black eyes, and saw Han Lin scolding him with a cold face: "What is there to be happy about being praised for wearing women's clothes? Take it off."

[oh. ] Wang Xiaopang responded in his heart, but he didn't take off the fox fur coat immediately, but raised his hand to look at the sleeve, which was just enough to cover his fingertips, and recalled his 1.5-meter The mother in her early years felt that it should be suitable for her to wear, so she took off her coat and asked the aunt to pack it.

The aunt was happy to make a big deal, and she also liked Wang Xiaopang, so she gave him a cheap pearl hairpin. Wang Xiaopang played with the pearl hairpin in her hand for a while, and then looked at the child in the shop. The bronze mirror wanted to plug the pearl hairpin to see if it looked good, but was slapped on the back of the head by Han Lin.

"Aren't you shameless? What do you wear as a woman's pearl hairpin?" Han Lin looked down at him coldly.

[I don't look like my mother... I just want to wear it to see if it suits my mother, she is quite beautiful...] ​​Wang Xiaopang scratched the back of his head, and put away the pearl hairpin a little aggrieved.

After leaving the tailor shop, Wang Xiaopang dragged Tian Zixuan around to buy gifts and local products to take home, the most important thing was to buy them for his parents, as long as he thought that his parents would smile when they received these things, he couldn't wait want to go home.

It wasn't until he went around the whole Hongfeng County and exchanged all the money left over this year for local specialties that Wang Xiaopang was satisfied and walked with Tian Zixuan to a small forest outside the county, and when they entered the small forest Then I saw a crane that was taller than a person was tied to a tree by a golden rope, and four mortal children were playing around the crane, touching this and that strangely. First climbed on the back of the crane, but fell off after being shaken by the crane.

Naturally, this huge crane was rented by Wang Xiaopang, and he was ashamed to say that he still owed Tian Zixuan the spirit stone, so he borrowed more than a dozen yuan from him, but in order to go home for the holidays, he could only borrow it brazenly.

"This crane is mine." Wang Xiaopang rushed forward to chase the four children away, but he didn't expect that he would hide the crane in such a hidden grove so that ordinary people would find it.

"Brother's?" A six or seven-year-old girl looked at Wang Xiaopang admiringly while sniffling: "Is my brother a fairy?"

Although the cultivator hides from the world and hides from ordinary people, Wang Xiaopang saw that the people present were all children under the age of ten, so he proudly puffed out his chest, and randomly gave himself a famous name: "That's right! I am Bailingshan So is the big disciple Lei Ting Xiaotong under the Barefoot Great Immortal Throne!"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he groaned a few times. He posed and shot a bolt of lightning at a rock not far away, splitting the half-human-sized rock into pieces, and making the four mortal children look dumbfounded. , Even when the snot flowed down, I didn't bother to suck it back.

An ice bead hit Wang Xiaopang hard on the back of the head, Wang Xiaopang let out a painful "Ouch", and his majestic appearance suddenly disappeared.

"Very powerful?" Han Lin asked Wang Xiaopang with a gloomy expression, "The great disciple under the Barefoot Immortal Throne?"

"Ah...haha..." Wang Xiaopang forgot about Han Lin as soon as he snarled, so he smiled dryly at him, and immediately didn't dare to show off to the four children. Xuan took off in twos and twos and left the place where the four children were.

Together, the two reached a snow-covered hillside, and Wang Xiaopang said goodbye to Tian Zixuan.

"Brother, thank you for going shopping with me today." Wang Xiaopang hugged Tian Zixuan, and finally asked him unwillingly: "Aren't you really going home with me for the holidays? My parents are very nice, they must be very happy." Welcome!"

"No." Tian Zixuan refused with a smile. Unlike Wang Xiaopang, he had no memory of the mortal world, so he naturally didn't want to enter the world again.

Seeing Tian Zixuan insisting, Wang Xiaopang regretfully jumped onto Linghe's back, and flew into the sky with a storage bag full of special products.

"Brother! I'm home!" Sitting on the crane, Wang Xiaopang smiled and waved to Tian Zixuan on the hillside. Because the crane flew very fast, he flew to the clouds in the blink of an eye, and Tian Zixuan Cut off vision.

Strange to say, Wang Xiaopang began to look forward to going home for the New Year two or three months ago, but now that he really left the sect, he felt a little melancholy, but he didn't know that he had belonged to the Snow Sky Sect expression of feeling.

The cultivation world generally does not accept monks from other sects, so once a monk enters a certain sect, he will be bound to that sect for the rest of his life. The same is true for Han Lin. Tianzong became his home, and when Wang Xiaopang's parents died, he broke off the cares of the mortal world, and this Xue Tianzong would also become his home.

However, this "concern" was broken so quickly that Wang Xiaopang was caught off guard.

Three days later, Wang Xiaopang stood in the courtyard of his house holding Linghe in a daze. The courtyard that was clean and tidy a year ago is now covered with grass and dust, and even the walls and the ground are stained with large pieces of dust that have turned into dust. Dark brown blood, evidently a terrible massacre had taken place in this place.

"Master... did I... come to the wrong place?" Wang Xiaopang's face was pale. Just now, when he was watching from a distance in the sky, he felt that something was wrong. It was clear that there was no one in his house, waiting for the crane to carry him. As he flew closer, he saw clearly that his house had turned into this terrifying appearance.

"No, this is your home." Unlike Wang Xiaopang's shock, Han Lin was as calm as ever. The house is very dark. If it weren't for the spells to exorcise ghosts posted everywhere, ghost cultivators would have already come here to practice. up.

Ghosts can also be cultivated, but only the yin and qi are cultivated. Ordinary ghosts can only be seen by people with ghost eyes, while ghost monks in the Qi refining stage can see ghosts with psychic eyes, and ghosts in the foundation building stage can also be seen by mortals. See, if Han Lin thinks, he can actually become a ghost cultivator step by step to Rakshasa and seek revenge from Han Yang, but he was a cultivator who disdained to enter the ghost realm, but he didn't want to take other people's bodies to regenerate. In this way, it has always existed in the form of scattered souls.

"This is not my house!" Wang Xiaopang yelled in disbelief, how could this horrible house with overgrown grass, no people, and blood everywhere be the home in his memory?

Whose blood is that all over the wall?Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to think about it, and the disappearance of his parents made him even more anxious, so he cried and rushed to a room with a spell on it, intending to go in and have a look.

Han Lin stopped Wang Xiaopang before he broke in, "Don't go in, there is no one in this house."

If Wang Xiaopang breaks the spell and enters the house, the house will become a haunted house soon.

"Let me go!" Wang Xiaopang struggled desperately in Han Lin's hands, shaking violently: "My parents... my parents..."

As Wang Xiaopang spoke, he couldn't breathe, curled up in Han Lin's arms and twitched slightly, like an asthma attack.

"Calm down!" Seeing that Wang Xiaopang was too much stimulated, Han Lin wanted to slap him on the back of the head, but seeing his face getting ugly, he frowned and chose to hug him tightly.

"Go to your adoptive father first, your adoptive father is in that Taoist temple." After finishing speaking, Han Lin held Wang Xiaopang's face in his hands, and directed him solemnly: "Relax, take a deep breath!"

Wang Xiaopang stared at Han Lin with red eyes, he couldn't breathe no matter what, and his chest was uncomfortable, as if his trachea was blocked by a stone.

"Breathing!" Han Lin kept patting Wang Xiaopang's face lightly, but seeing that his breath was choked in his chest and he couldn't get out, and his complexion had turned from pale to faintly blue, and his pupils were moving dully, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious. up.

This kid...is too useless!

Han Lin frowned, looked at Wang Xiaopang who had started to roll his eyes, and immediately held his breath and walked towards Wang Xiaopang's mouth.