ghost master

Tian Zixuan guessed that Han Yang would come, so when Han Yang stepped into his room, he was practicing and immediately opened his eyes.

"Master." Tian Zixuan got up from the futon. He no longer needed to eat or sleep after the foundation was built, so there was no bed in the room, but there was a low wooden platform with a futon and a low table on it.

"Let's talk about the situation in that cave." Han Yang casually leaned against the window sill, not afraid that others would see him from the window: "I know you're hiding something."

Tian Zixuan took out Wang Xiaopang's broken sword from the storage bag, and handed it over respectfully: "This is Wang Xiaopang's saber. I found it in the cave, and others don't know about it."

Han Yang took the broken sword and looked at it, a satisfied smile appeared on his handsome face: "You did a good job."

Wang Xiaopang's saber was in the cave, and it seemed that the soul that the demon cultivators wanted to control was indeed Han Lin's soul.Han Yang twirled the broken sword in his hand, then threw it to Tian Zixuan after thinking for a while: "You keep this sword, and return it to Wang Xiaopang when he returns to the sect."

In this way, Wang Xiaopang will definitely trust Tian Zixuan even more.

"Yes, master." Tian Zixuan put the broken sword into the storage bag, then took out the treasures he had shared, and honestly reported to Han Yang: "The storage of the five demon cultivators The bag of things was left in the cave, and was divided among Chen Mulin, myself, and the three disciples of Ao Shizong, and this is what I got."

Han Yang glanced at those things casually, and then his eyes fell on the emerald green jade flute. His eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to suck the jade flute into his hand.

"Do you know what this is?" Han Yang asked Tian Zixuan, caressing the jade flute in his hand.

Tian Zixuan shook his head, not knowing what was so weird about this flute, but seeing that Han Yang only took a fancy to this one among the pile of treasures, it can be seen that this jade flute is not extraordinary.

"Calling the Spring Flute is a legendary ancient treasure. Playing the flute on plants can speed up their growth. It is just a seed that has just been planted. After listening to a song, it will bloom." Han Yang said slowly, and then looked at the plant with a smile that was not a smile. Tian Zixuan: "This flute emits spiritual fluctuations only when it is played, so most people only see it as an ordinary thing. I guess they threw it to you when they didn't want it?"

Tian Zixuan lowered his head in embarrassment, but Han Yang guessed it right. It seems that he has a face that is easy to be bullied.

Seeing Tian Zixuan's appearance, Han Yang knew that he had fallen into low self-esteem again. Although the two of them didn't spend much time together, Han Yang had already figured out his nature. This man was eager to stand up, but he was used to kneeling , so he hated himself and tried to change, but the next time something happened, he would be the first to kneel down in a group of people.

"You don't have to worry about it. Sometimes it's an advantage not to fight. Don't you think you've got a big deal? Just this flute is enough to get rid of that pile of treasures." After finishing speaking, Han Yang threw the flute back to Tian Zixuan : "This thing belongs to you, and it is suitable for you. You might as well learn to play the flute after practicing, but you should be careful to avoid people when you give birth to the elixir. You should understand the truth of the crime of cherishing a jade."

After Han Yang finished speaking, he left. He already got the news he wanted, so naturally he wouldn't spend too much time with Tian Zixuan.

Tian Zixuan tightly held the green flute with both hands, and walked quickly to the window to look around, but it was pitch black outside, and Han Yang could not be found at all.

"Actually... I know how to play the flute." Tian Zixuan murmured to himself by the window. He not only knew how to play the flute, but also played the piano. He even sang opera very well, but he planned to forget all these things. This is a skill that is forced to learn.

Play it to the master next time.

A gust of icy cold wind blew, carrying flakes of snow, so Tian Zixuan stretched out his hand and closed the window. After a while, the melodious sound of the flute sounded in the dimly lit room. The reason for this can only reverberate in this room, but cannot be heard by outsiders.

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Wang Xiaopang stood at the door of the Zongmen, but he didn't dare to go in. He knew that he would be scolded if he returned to the Zongmen, so he felt guilty.

"Don't dawdle." Han Lin urged coldly: "You can't change the fact that you will be punished by standing here stupidly."

"Isn't it because of Master that I was punished?" Wang Xiaopang felt that Han Lin was making sarcastic remarks, so he was not very happy: "It's a pity that I would rush to find you as soon as I realized that something happened to you."

Han Lin thought for a while, if it wasn't for Wang Xiaopang, he really wouldn't be able to take back the evil soul smoothly, so he reached out and touched Wang Xiaopang's small brain, and comforted him: "Then after you receive the punishment, I will give you a bite to eat." A bowl of ice."

Wang Xiaopang's eyes lit up, crushed ice is a hundred times more delicious than ice beads, especially if crushed ice is eaten together with peanuts, red dates, watermelon and the like, the taste is indescribable, sweet and delicious. "Kacha Kacha" is chewy.

"Okay then." Wang Xiaopang thought it was okay, grinning like a fool, and was coaxed by Han Lin with a bowl of crushed ice.

Wang Xiaopang was about to go in, when a group of people suddenly came out from the entrance of the sect, led by Han Fang and an old man, they were stunned for a moment when they saw Wang Xiaopang, then Han Fang immediately darkened, with a look of Anger came towards Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang swallowed his saliva, already getting nervous.

"You're good, kid. You're capable. You kidnapped the spirit beast raised by the Zongmen and slipped away for almost ten days. I, Han Fang, have managed the outer sect for 100 years, and I've never met one as wild as you!" Han Fang When he came over, he grabbed Wang Xiaopang's ears, while the group of people stood aside and watched, Wang Xiaopang was a little embarrassed to be watched by so many people, so he begged Han Fang for mercy.

"Uncle Han Fang, something urgent happened at my house..." Wang Xiaopang said with a bitter face, "Am I not coming back?"

"You have the guts to come back! You're not afraid that I'll break your leg!" Han Fang scolded sharply. Of course, this was just a scare. How could such a good cultivator be willing to break his leg.

Although Wang Xiaopang went home twice a year, which made him very angry.

Wang Xiaopang knew he was in the wrong, seeing Han Fang being so aggressive again, he lowered his head and stopped talking, and he was so cute, and he didn't grow much taller in the past two years, so he looked very aggrieved when he put on this appearance, with As if the paparazzi had been bullied, he didn't even dare to yell, and Han Fang, who was pulling his ear, couldn't stop cursing.

Han Fang was angry and helpless, he put down his hand holding Wang Xiaopang's ear, and then asked him: "Why don't you go in since you're back? What are you doing standing at the gate of the sect with a broom?"

This broom was naturally used by Wang Xiaopang to fly with his sword. He hadn't put it back in the storage bag yet, so he smiled dryly at Han Fang with the broom in his hand, and said nonsense, "I think the gate of the Zongmen is a bit dirty, so I want to give it to you." Sweep."

Han Fang looked down and saw that the ground was dirty and the fallen leaves were covered with white snow, so he said angrily, "I don't know which disciple did this job, I have to learn a lesson when I go back!"

After Han Fang finished speaking, he looked at Wang Xiaopang again: "You sweep the door and go in quickly, and then go to my eldest son, he will take you to the inner door. Uncle, I have to take these disciples to the spiritual mine to hand over, just I won't be with you anymore."

Wang Xiaopang was taken aback, "What are you doing in the inner sect?"

"Naturally, you will be punished. The incident you caused this time is quite serious, and Uncle Yufei will personally punish you." Han Fang explained to Wang Xiaopang, and then patted his little shoulder: "But don't be too scared, You are a good seed, the sect will not punish you too severely."

After Han Fang finished speaking, he led the group of people away, leaving Wang Xiaopang alone to sweep the street at the entrance of the sect.

"This is terrible..." Wang Xiaopang was flustered, holding the broom with his little hand and sweeping slowly, but he didn't dare to go in again: "Master, did you hear that? Grandmaster Jiedan wants to punish me personally!"

"Don't panic." Han Lin reacted lightly: "Then Han Yufei is a disciple of this deity, so to speak, he is your second senior brother."

"Master's disciple?" Wang Xiaopang was stunned, holding the broom and looking up at Han Lin: "Master, do you have other disciples besides me?"

"Naturally, the monks in the alchemy stage have to recruit new disciples who have been promoted to the inner sect, and guide them in cultivation. It only took a hundred years for the deity to enter the Nascent Soul stage from the alchemy stage, and he didn't like to meddle, so he accepted The disciples are the fewest, only seventeen, but now there are only two left, one is this Han Yufei, and the other is already old now, and it is estimated that he will pass away soon."

Wang Xiaopang was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Han Lin had seventeen disciples, and fifteen of them were already dead. This was a bit strange for him who came from the mortal world. The disciples were getting old one by one. However, the master is still young as before.

"Second senior brother..." Wang Xiaopang felt relieved, "Since you are the second senior brother, don't be afraid."

"He doesn't know that you are also the master's apprentice." Han Lin reminded Wang Xiaopang: "When you meet him, don't let it slip."

"Then why did you tell me not to panic, Master?" Wang Xiaopang muttered to Han Rin, "I heard you said he was my second senior brother and thought he would take care of me."

"This deity's disciple, this deity, knows that Yu Fei is not a vicious person, so this deity knows that he will not punish him too severely." Han Lin said blankly, and then ordered Wang Xiaopang: "Sweep the door clean within a stick of incense. , I won’t give you ice if you rub your hands on me any longer.”

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang hurriedly lowered his head and swept the floor.

After sweeping the entrance of the sect, Wang Xiaopang put the broom into the storage bag on his waist, and went to find Han Fang's eldest son.

Han Fang has two sons, the eldest son has eight levels of Qi refining, the second son is about to build a foundation, and Han Fang knows that the eldest son's aptitude is average, so he let him learn to manage the affairs of the outer sect, so when the outer sect disciples have something to do, they can't find Han Fang will go to his eldest son.

Han Fang's eldest son took Wang Xiaopang to the inner gate, just as Han Yufei was having a meeting in the meeting hall, Wang Xiaopang waited obediently at the gate of Han Yufei's cave.

The Snow Sky Sect only has this snow-capped spiritual mountain, the closer to the top of the mountain, the stronger the aura, so only the elders can live on the top of the mountain, and the monks living on the mountainside with inner disciples, but the residence of the monks will be higher. And it is allowed to drill holes in the mountains to build caves, so as to be closer to the center of the spiritual vein.

"The spiritual energy is really strong!" Wang Xiaopang sighed, if he had to use his strength to absorb the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth when he was cultivating at the foot of the mountain, then here he only needs to inhale lightly, and the rich spiritual energy will come in from the sky.

"Naturally, this Bailing Mountain is one of the few giant spirit veins in the mortal world." Anyway, waiting is too leisurely, so Han Lin told Wang Xiaopang about the development history of Snow Sky Sect: "Speaking of which, this Lingshan Occupied by a demon sect, that demon sect has developed very well with the aura of this spiritual mountain, so it has done evil in the cultivation world, and what the demon sect cultivates is the most vicious one among demon cultivators, taking away other cultivators. Cultivation and killing people, the cultivation world was furious after hundreds of monks were murdered, more than a dozen cultivation families and sects united to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect. Therefore, we got a very good area in this area. Later, our Han family produced a senior, Han Suifeng, who was in the stage of transforming gods. Before he ascended to the spirit world, senior Han Suifeng not only expanded the Han family into a sect, but also made this spiritual mountain into a sect. Most of the families who lived with us in this spiritual mountain joined our sect, and a few who didn't want to join moved out."

Wang Xiaopang still had a childlike innocence, so he listened with gusto, and he asked, "It seems very powerful! The siege must have been spectacular, right?"