ghost master

Wang Xiaopang was dumbfounded when he heard this. He and Han Lin looked at each other for a long time, and then his dark eyes gradually clouded with mist: "Growing up at 40 years old? Master, I don't understand..."

Seeing that Wang Xiaopang was about to blink, Han Lin scolded him with a straight face, "Don't cry!"

Wang Xiaopang was shaken by his drinking, and then opened his eyes wide, trying not to let tears fall.

Han Lin knew that Wang Xiaopang couldn't accept it for a while, but he still told him clearly: "The reason I have told you very clearly just now, if you really think about it, you are still 13 years old at the ratio of [-] years old. a toddler."

"I'm not a child!" Wang Xiaopang grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it at Han Lin because of the shock he had received, "I'll be 15 in two years! You can marry a wife and have children!"

The sand thrown by Wang Xiaopang passed through Han Lin's translucent soul and fell to the ground. Han Lin couldn't help being a little angry when he saw Wang Xiaopang throwing sand at him, but thinking of Wang Xiaopang's current mood, he endured it. Instead of posting.

"That's the way it is, you can only accept it." Han Lin stared at Wang Xiaopang with a sullen face, "It was the same way back then, and I didn't grow to my current size until I was in my thirties..."

Han Lin didn't finish his sentence, because Wang Xiaopang grabbed the sand and threw it on his face again, his little face stared at him resentfully, Han Lin was furious, he hadn't hit Wang Xiaopang for a long time, but this would be punished by Wang Xiaopang. Fat get really angry.

"It's been too long since I've taught you a lesson, so you're so courageous again?! You're so disrespectful to the master!" Since Han Lin was hailed as Xue Zun, who dared to be so presumptuous in front of him?

After Han Lin finished speaking, he grabbed Wang Xiaopang's thin neck and pulled him up from the ground. He hugged him with his left hand and hit his ass with his right hand. In the past, Wang Xiaopang would struggle a few times while crying at most, but today Wang Xiaopang was stimulated, so he refused to let Han Lin spank him again.

"Don't spank my ass! I'm not a child anymore! You ghost, don't spank my ass!" Wang Xiaopang twisted desperately in Han Lin's hands, kicking and hitting him with his hands and feet dancing wildly.

The movement in the courtyard so naturally disturbed Tian Zixuan who was practicing in the house, he hurried out of the house to check the situation, and saw such a strange scene: Wang Xiaopang was hovering in the air, struggling, crying and cursing into an air.

Tian Zixuan didn't know what happened to Wang Xiaopang and Xue Zun, and he couldn't go up to dissuade them, after all, they were master and apprentice, and he was considered an outsider.

Wang Xiaopang cried and cursed in the air: "You ghost knows how to lie to me! Why didn't you tell me about this before? I said why I didn't grow tall all of a sudden, why are you so wicked? Wow! Don't spank my ass! !! You hit me again and you are in a hurry!!!"

"I don't want this deity to spank your ass? Okay, then this deity beats you like a man." Han Lin got angry at being scolded by Wang Xiaopang, and threw down Wang Xiaopang in his hand, and then transformed into an ice crystal Holding the stick in his hand, Wang Xiaopang who fell to the ground wiped his face full of snot and tears with his sleeve, but when he looked up, he saw the ghost with a stick in his hand, his face was full of ferocity, Immediately, the little face turned pale with fright, and he got up from the ground with both hands and feet, and ran outside with his feet loose.

Han Lin chased after him holding the stick: "Are you old? Are you capable? Throw sand on the face of this deity? Who gave you the courage?"

Wang Xiaopang only felt the wind blowing behind him, and he looked back with tears in his eyes, only to meet Han Lin's magnified face.

"Where are you going?!"

Han Lin was about to pinch the back of Wang Xiaopang's neck to restrain him, but suddenly noticed something, so he decisively scattered the crystal popsicle in his hand.

Wang Xiaopang was slightly taken aback, he didn't understand how Han Lin scattered the popsicles, because he was still running fast, and his eyes were looking behind him, but he turned his head onto a pine tree outside the yard with such great force The half-meter-thick pine tree was broken, and he fell to the ground in a daze, his head was buzzing, and he was bleeding bright red.

Chen Mulin, who was coming towards him, quickly squatted down beside Wang Xiaopang, "Pang, what's wrong with you? Why are you running like you've seen a ghost? You don't even look at the road."

Wang Xiaopang touched his forehead and saw that his hands were covered with blood, he couldn't help crying even more, but he couldn't tell because he was suffering.

The ghost was floating on the side, exuding a terrifying yin energy.

Chen Mulin cast the healing spell on Wang Xiaopang, then took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose, waited for Wang Xiaopang's head injury to heal, and waited for Wang Xiaopang to calm down, then he took out a talisman The paper crane was handed to Wang Xiaopang: "This thousand-mile crane was blocked at the entrance of the sect by the formation of the sect, and then brought in by my junior who lived in the same courtyard as me, saying that he was looking for you, just wait and see." look."

Wang Xiaopang was sitting on the ground with his head drooping, but when he saw the Thousand Miles Crane in Chen Mulin's hand, he immediately became nervous. Naturally, he gave the Thousand Miles Crane to Daoren Li, and told him to use this to notify him if any major incidents happened at home. Thinking that he received this thousand-mile crane just after he returned to the sect after the new year.

Could it be that something big happened at home?Wang Xiaopang opened the Qianli Crane in a panic, and saw a sentence written on it:

The adoptive father is critically ill and will return quickly.

Father is sick?Wang Xiaopang was taken aback. He remembered that he had just given Li Daoren another Tongtian peach that he had just obtained from Lin Xiyuan during the Chinese New Year. It stands to reason that Li Daoren's cultivation base of the ninth level of Qi refining should be the foundation. How could it be critically ill?

Although Wang Xiaopang was puzzled, he still decided to go back and have a look. He has a good relationship with Li Daoren, and he is an adopted son, so he should go back because of emotion and reason.

Wang Xiaopang then got up from the ground and said to Chen Mulin: "My adoptive father is sick, I have to go back."

Chen Mulin also saw the writing on the paper crane, so he said to Wang Xiaopang: "Since that's the case, go ask for leave quickly, maybe you can get the leave note approved before dark."

"Well, thank you, Senior Brother Chen." Wang Xiaopang clasped his fist at Chen Mulin, and flew out high with one jump. Chen Mulin looked at Wang Xiaopang, who was jumping forward on the roof, and waited for his little figure to disappear. Look at the broken pine tree.

The body of a monk is tempered by the aura of heaven and earth, which is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people, but knocking down a half-meter-thick tree with his head, at least he must have a foundation-building practice, right?

If Wang Xiaopang had a golden spirit root, it would be reasonable. The monks of the golden spirit root are the most rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but Wang Xiaopang is a thunder spirit root.

Could it be... Wang Xiaopang has already established a foundation? !

Chen Mulin was frightened by his guess, and then shook his head with a smile.

How is it possible, Wang Xiaopang has only been cultivating immortals for three years, even Xue Zun was only 15 years old when he established his foundation, he can't be stronger than the thousand-year-old wizard Xue Zun, it is estimated that when his head hit him, he released the power of lightning, Just knocked down the tree.

Chen Mulin was relieved after thinking about it, turned around and stepped into the remote courtyard, saw Tian Zixuan was feeding a vegetable to Wang Xiaopang's pig after entering, he couldn't help smiling.

"You and Xiaopang are really envious of us. You have leisure time to raise pigs, and you make an appointment to have breakfast every day, but you practice faster than anyone else. Could it be that the two of you have taken some kind of elixir?"

Tian Zixuan smiled slightly: "Senior brother Chen was joking, Xiaopang and I have no background in this cultivation world, so where can we get some magic medicine?"

"Hey, that means this place is a blessed place."

Tian Zixuan smiled without saying a word, and then talked with his good friend about his cultivation experience in the yard.

Wang Xiaopang was jumping on the roof, very anxious in his heart. It stands to reason that he already had a foundation-building cultivation base and could fly with a sword, but Han Lin didn't teach him, for fear that he would accidentally expose his true cultivation base, otherwise Wang Xiaopang Fatty will really be impulsive Yu Jian to find Han Fang.

Han Fang is busy with the annual spring competition of the Outer Sect. The top 7000 can get the Foundation Establishment Pill. Excluding the heaven and earth spiritual fruit like Tongtian Peach, the Foundation Establishment Pill is the most helpful to the monks in the Qi Refining period, so every year Out of the more than 600 people in the outer sect, there will always be [-] people competing for the [-] places.

Of course, this kind of matter has nothing to do with Wang Xiaopang and Tian Zixuan, Wang Xiaopang has already established the foundation, and Tian Zixuan has hundreds of foundation establishment pills given to him by Han Yang, which can be eaten as sugar balls.

Seeing that he was about to go to Han Fang's residence, Han Lin, who was floating beside Wang Xiaopang, said coldly, "You just came back from home for the New Year, and the sect will not allow you to take half a month's leave."

Wang Xiaopang was still angry with Han Lin, so he ignored him, Han Lin saw that he was ignoring him, so he stretched out his hand and patted Wang Xiaopang's butt, Wang Xiaopang then turned his head to look at him, covering himself with his hands His little ass glared at him.

"Don't spank my ass anymore, I'm serious." Wang Xiaopang muttered to Han Lin very dissatisfied: "I've grown up."

Han Lin was noncommittal, and then Wang Xiaopang fell from the roof to the ground.

Han Fang didn't open the restriction outside his yard today, so Wang Xiaopang jumped directly into his yard, because he was anxious to go back, so Wang Xiaopang ignored Han Fang who was still talking to a middle-aged man, so he stepped forward and said : "Uncle Han Fang, I want to ask for leave to go home."

Han Fang glanced at Wang Xiaopang, and said angrily, "Didn't you see that I was talking to someone? I don't understand the rules."

"But I have something urgent." Wang Xiaopang smiled embarrassedly at the middle-aged man, and then said, "My adoptive father is ill, I have to go back to see him."

"But you just came back from home for a few days." Sure enough, as Han Lin said, Han Fang was not willing to let Wang Xiaopang go back: "Ordinary people get sick easily, and you can't go home every two days."

"Then what if my adoptive father is seriously ill?" Wang Xiaopang begged Han Fang: "Master, let me go back."

"No." Han Fang's attitude was extremely firm. If he let Wang Xiaopang go back today, he would definitely come back and beg for a second time in the future. Zongmen's willingness to let him go home for a year and a half is already showing his love for him.

Seeing that Han Fang refused, Wang Xiaopang became anxious and asked, "Why? The other party is my adoptive father!"

Han Fang said sternly and selflessly: "You care too much about the mundane world. This is not good for your cultivation. You should focus on your cultivation."

"But I have cultivated hard!" Wang Xiaopang said unwillingly, "Don't you think I already have the sixth level of Qi Refining?"

"You are a foreign spiritual root. It is abnormal if you have not cultivated at the sixth level of Qi refining for three years. If you eat less food and don't spend time raising pigs, you can build a foundation this year!"

"Then I will build the foundation this year! You let me go home, and I will show you the foundation this year!" Wang Xiaopang yelled angrily. Anyway, he built the foundation last year, so there is no psychological pressure to say this.

Han Fang was stunned, then squinted at Wang Xiaopang, and saw that he was stubborn and determined to go home, so he knew that if his wish was not fulfilled, he would not give up, so he had to sigh helplessly, and took out a pen and paper to let Wang Xiaopang go home. Fat write a fake note.

Wang Xiaopang quickly went to pick up the pen and paper, but Han Fang shrank back. Wang Xiaopang thought that Han Fang was about to repent, but he heard Han Fang say: "You must keep your word. I will let you go home. You will build a foundation within this year." .”

Wang Xiaopang raised his head and puffed his chest out, and said seriously: "Once a man says something, it's hard to follow!"

"Okay!" Han Fang then handed the pen and paper to Wang Xiaopang, and after Wang Xiaopang finished writing the leave note, he asked him to rent the spirit beast, and if there were no accidents, the leave note could be approved in the evening.

Wang Xiaopang got Han Fang's promise, and then he left in peace, and after he left, the middle-aged man asked Han Fang with a strange face: "Uncle, do you really think Wang Xiaopang can build the foundation this year? Even if he is about to break through the seventh level of Qi refining now, there are still three levels to break through."

"It's strange that he can do it." Han Fang explained to the middle-aged monk: "But he made a promise that he will definitely practice harder than before. Go down to the ninth floor, and if he fails to meet the promise, the sect can use this to make demands on him, such as throwing that pig away."

Han Fang has long disliked the matter of Wang Xiaopang raising pigs, and a dignified monk actually raises pigs?It would be fine if it was an armored fire pig among the spirit beasts, but that pig is a mortal pig, raised by mortals to eat. Wouldn't it be a joke if people from other sects knew about it?

Wang Xiaopang will definitely be the face of Snow Sky Sect in the future, if he continues to maintain this weird hobby of Snow Sky Sect, it will be a headache.

Thinking of this, Han Fang let out a long sigh: "This kid has a talent comparable to Xue Zun. It would be great if he also has Xue Zun's self-consciousness as a monk. Back then, Xue Zun shocked the cultivation world time and time again, leading Xue Tian Zong is on his way to the top."

The middle-aged monk smiled and said: "If Wang Xiaopang really maintains his hobby of raising pigs as you said, he will not shock the cultivation world in the future, but shock the cultivation world."

Han Fang was amused by him, and pointed at him: "You, you, I am so worried about the sect, but you are talking sarcasticly."

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and then Han Fang took the leave note written by Wang Xiaopang to ask the inner sect for instructions, and after some good words, the group of old guys in the inner sect agreed to Wang Xiaopang's leave.

At sunset that day, Wang Xiaopang flew out of Xuetianzong on a rented spirit crane, and flew towards Tongkai Prefecture where his home was located. One day later, when the spirit crane flew to Cangshan Prefecture in the middle of Caiguang Kingdom, it floated in the sky. Han Lin beside Wang Xiaopang suddenly changed his expression and looked down.