ghost master

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In the small room, Wang Xiaopang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his fists on his knees, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth according to the method taught in the "Nine Layers of Introducing Thunder", circulating the non-attribute aura in the meridians of his body, waiting for those After the aura circulated for a week and flowed into the dantian, it turned into lavender aura.

The spiritual energy floating between the heaven and the earth has no attributes and no color. The monks need to inhale the spiritual energy into their bodies and refine it into their own before they can freely control it. The monks with a single-attribute heavenly spirit root can refine the spiritual energy and directly inject it into the dantian. For multi-attribute spiritual root monks, there is one more step, that is, the division of aura, so that the spells cast will be pure and powerful. For those who repel multi-spiritual roots, such as water and fire, the division of aura is even more important, otherwise the aura of water and fire will be different. Blending and mixing together will cause the dantian to explode if you are not careful.

Wang Xiaopang is the Thunder Spirit Root mutated from the Golden Water Spirit Root, and the Variant Spirit Root is also called the Pseudo-Heaven Spirit Root, which also does not require divisions of spiritual energy, so it can be cultivated very quickly.

Wang Xiaopang guided the last bit of lavender spiritual energy into the dantian, and then opened his eyes tiredly. It is not difficult to draw the energy into the body, but it takes a lot of energy to practice for a long time.

"Continue." An emotionless voice came from the side, Wang Xiaopang turned his eyes resentfully, and saw the ghost floating behind him, with amber eyes looking at him coldly.

"Master..."

An ice bead hit Wang Xiaopang on the forehead, Wang Xiaopang whimpered in pain, and changed his words: "Master, I have been practicing for a whole day, you let me rest for a while, this disciple has a very headache."

Wang Xiaopang fainted yesterday, and he woke up before midnight this morning. As a result, the ghost asked him to practice as soon as he woke up. Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to disobey him, so he practiced according to the exercises in his head. Ask the ghost if you don't understand, but when you come back to your senses, the breakfast time has passed, and Tian Zixuan didn't bring him breakfast, so Wang Xiaopang had to eat the only two cold steamed buns with well water , and practiced under the urging of Li Gui until now, and really practiced for a whole day.

Han Lin looked at the ten-year-old child who was crying endlessly. He glanced at his dantian and saw that the purple qi gathered there was still weak, so he said lightly, "Your speed of refining spiritual qi is too slow."

According to Wang Xiaopang's cultivation speed, when will he be able to form alchemy?If he doesn't even have the cultivation base of Lian Dan, he won't be able to help him find his soul at all.

Wang Xiaopang covered his forehead and didn't speak, his stomach was rumbling. He turned his head to look at the sky, and it was approaching dusk, so he begged the ghost with a bitter face: "Master, why don't you continue after I have dinner? Disciple... I'm going to starve to death... woo..."

Wang Xiaopang started to cry as he spoke, it was so sad, thinking of him as a dignified magistrate, he is also an old man, he was raised in the palm of his parents since he was a child, where has he suffered such suffering?If he had known that Xiuxian would encounter these things, he would not have come even if his legs were broken.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang crying, Han Lin's complexion darkened, and he sternly taught: "A man, what does it look like to cry all day long?"

Wang Xiaopang covered his forehead and sobbed: "I'm not a man...I'm just a child..."

Han Lin was speechless. Wang Xiaopang was telling the truth, but he felt that what he said was shameless. He was silent for a while with a sullen face, and reluctantly agreed: "Then continue after dinner."

Although Han Lin agreed, Wang Xiaopang still sat on the bed and sobbed aggrievedly. He felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet this ghost. He cried for a while, then got out of bed and went to the cabinet to get Towels, I plan to take a shower in the bathroom after dinner.

Tian Zixuan taught Wang Xiaopang to take a bath in the bathhouse. Since the ten-year-old county magistrate came to this Snow Heaven Sect, he had to learn to do everything by himself.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang preparing towels and underwear for the bath, Han Lin frowned, but said nothing.

Forget it, he still shouldn't be too impatient, anyway, that person is still at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, as long as he doesn't ascend to the spirit world, this revenge can be avenged.

No, even if that person ascended to the spirit world, he would definitely chase after him to find out what happened!

After Wang Xiaopang packed up his bathing things, the canteen also rang the dinner bell. Wang Xiaopang was overjoyed, and when he was about to go out with his pack, Han Lin floated in front of him.

"Eyes." Han Lin reminded Wang Xiaopang, and then an ice mirror appeared in front of Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang didn't know why, but when he saw himself in the ice mirror, he was stunned.

Those blue and black eyes look very strange!

"I, my eyes!" Wang Xiaopang put his hands on the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror in horror.

"That's the Ice Soul Bead. It was supposed to enter your brain, but you dodged a bit last night, and the Ice Soul Bead ran into your eyes." Han Lin said expressionlessly.

This Ice Soul Protector Orb was specially refined by his friend for him to overcome the catastrophe. He was worried that he would be scattered under the thunder. saved.

"Then my eyes are alright?" Wang Xiaopang didn't care about the Ice Soul Protector Orb, he was only worried about his body.

"Can't you see well?"

Wang Xiaopang blinked his eyes, he was a little relieved after confirming that there was nothing abnormal in his eyes, but his face was still wrinkled, and he stared at his left eye worriedly: "But it's strange to look at it like this, everyone will think that I It's monster."

"Just block it." Han Lin said and looked at the closet. Just now when Wang Xiaopang was about to change his clothes, he saw that there were simple medicines in it, so he waved his hand lightly at the closet, and the closet door opened. The slender five fingers grabbed the air again, and a roll of white gauze flew over.

"then."

Wang Xiaopang turned his head to look, and the roll of gauze hit him in the face.

"Wow!" Wang Xiaopang screamed, then raised his head to look at the ghost with great resentment.

"The reaction is too slow, so I can't blame the deity." Han Lin said calmly, "Take care, if anyone asks, just say that you hurt your eyes."

"Oh..." Wang Xiaopang wrapped a bandage around the ice mirror. He didn't wrap it well, and almost covered the upper half of his face, exposing his right eye, but he didn't care, he carried the bag Went out to eat.

When he walked out of the house, he ran into Tian Zixuan. Tian Zixuan saw Wang Xiaopang's face was covered with bandages, so he stepped forward helplessly to inquire.

"What's the matter?" Tian Zixuan frowned slightly, he didn't really want to control Wang Xiaopang, but he had to.

Before Wang Xiaopang could speak, a fierce ghost's voice came from next to his ear: "Don't reveal anything about me."

"... fell down." Wang Xiaopang said resignedly.

"Did you apply the medicine?"

Wang Xiaopang nodded, because there was a ghost behind him, so he was not as active as usual, Tian Zixuan stared at him for a while, and asked in a low voice hesitantly: "Could it be that the wound on your face...is caused by that ghost? "

Han Lin, who was floating behind Wang Xiaopang, looked at Tian Zixuan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and Wang Xiaopang's expression brightened, Tian Zixuan understood Wang Xiaopang's reaction, so he approached Wang Xiaopang for a few minutes point.

"Is that ghost...by your side?" Tian Zixuan's voice lowered a bit.

Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to answer, but grabbed Tian Zixuan's sleeve, his chubby little hands were tightly grasped, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

Tian Zixuan became a little nervous, and began to look around quietly. When he turned his head to look behind him, an ice pick appeared in front of Tian Zixuan silently, so when Tian Zixuan turned his head, he saw an ice pick hanging motionless. In the air, he stopped immediately behind his back, and the ice pick just stopped in front of his eyebrows, if he took another step forward...

Tian Zixuan swallowed his saliva, while Wang Xiaopang's face was pale.

The courtyard where the two lived was remote, so there was no one else on this path, Tian Zixuan felt very cold, he was silent for a while, and said to the air respectfully: "The junior Tian Zixuan swears here that he will not say anything about this. Get out, and ask senior to spare my life."

After about ten seconds, the ice pick dissipated, and Tian Zixuan's heart eased, and at the same time, a wry smile appeared on Junyi's face.

He really shouldn't be meddling.

By the way...can ghosts use spells?

Afterwards, Tian Zixuan took Wang Xiaopang to the cafeteria for dinner. As the only two monks from the mortal world in the outer sect, they always received more attention, so those disciples were very surprised when they saw Wang Xiaopang's face wrapped in bandages. Feeling curious, I learned that Wang Xiaopang fell and knocked on the table, and someone made a teasing laugh.

Wang Xiaopang buried his head in eating, and he ate as much as he felt wronged. He was obviously full, but he still ran to the side of the rice bucket to refill a bowl.

He hasn't had a good meal these days.

Tian Zixuan left first after eating, Wang Xiaopang sat in the corner to eat by himself, an old man came over and put a simple but large wooden food box on the table.

"These are leftover meals, you can take them home and eat them." The old man patted Wang Xiaopang on the shoulder.

In fact, most of the disciples in the outer sect are not bad, but those who are not bad are busy with cultivation and work, and few of them are willing to fight with others for a little monk in the mortal world who has no relatives and no reason. Xiaopang's disciple didn't do anything too much, so he just taunted him verbally.

If someone really caused trouble, the superiors would definitely punish them.

Wang Xiaopang looked at the back of the old man, his black eyes protruding from the bandages were moist.

It wasn't until the cafeteria began to chase people away that Wang Xiaopang went to the bathhouse with a bag in one hand and a food box in the other. There were not many people in the bathhouse, so Wang Xiaopang found a remote corner and sat down, scrubbing his body in the hot spring.

The ghost stood on a rock, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, his handsome face looked pale under the moonlight.

"What's your name?" Han Lin suddenly asked Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang looked up at him, then turned his head to look around, then lowered his head, and replied sullenly: "Wang Xiaopang."

"Wang Xiaopang." Han Lin turned his head, his amber eyes flashed with a cold light: "This deity will not harm you."

Wang Xiaopang stopped scrubbing and curled up his small body.

won't hurt me...

"Master."

"Ah."

"Lies are puppies."

"..."