ghost master

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After receiving Han Rin's promise, Wang Xiaopang was relieved a lot, but Han Rin urged him to practice every day. He just started to practice a few days ago and felt fresh, but he could bear it, but Wang Xiaopang couldn't bear it after many consecutive days. .

"Master, this disciple is so tired." Wang Xiaopang complained in a low voice, sitting at the table and having lunch, since the grandfather in the cafeteria was willing to let Wang Xiaopang take the leftovers back, he can now eat four meals a day , breakfast, lunch and dinner plus supper.

Han Lin didn't say anything, but lightly tapped the burning incense with his fingers in the air. He only had one stick of incense for Wang Xiaopang to eat, and it didn't matter whether Wang Xiaopang finished eating or not. I have to continue practicing.

Han Lin not only imposed strict restrictions on eating time, but also sleeping. Considering that Wang Xiaopang was only ten years old and was in a period of rapid development, Han Lin reluctantly gave him eight hours of sleep a day, but Wang Xiaopang He sleeps at least ten hours on weekdays, and he still has the habit of staying in bed and taking naps, so these eight hours of sleep are not enough for Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang glanced at the half-burned incense, he couldn't help but speed up his eating, but he still said unwillingly to Han Lin: "Master, I have already reached the second floor of the Qi refining period this morning." , you just let me rest for one day, just one day."

It has to be said that Wang Xiaopang's aptitude for cultivating immortals is really high. It would take a few days or even months for ordinary disciples to feel the aura of heaven and earth, but under Han Lin's guidance, he immediately felt the aura of heaven and earth and entered directly. He has passed the training session, and the training speed is very fast, and he has entered the second floor of the Qi refining period in just half a month.

Han Lin looked at Wang Xiaopang expressionlessly, and asked him, "What do you want to use this day for?"

"Sleep! Eat!" Wang Xiaopang said excitedly with rice in his mouth.

Han Lin snorted coldly: "No wonder those outer disciples call you 'Wang Xiaozhu'. Since you only spend your time on sleeping and eating, it's better not to give you time."

Wang Xiaopang blushed instantly. He didn't think the nickname "Wang Xiaopang" was unpleasant before. The remote counties have the simplicity of the countryside, and many children have nicknames, such as "Ergou" and "Cuihua". However, after coming to this sect for a month, he realized that his nickname was indeed a bit vulgar when compared with other disciples of the same age.

The other children are called "Wu Chenhao", "Duan Tianxiang", "Wang Ruoxi", but he is called "Wang Xiaopang" and nicknamed "Wang Xiaozhu".

After returning home, I must ask my parents to give myself a nice name.

Wang Xiaopang blushed and thought about it, buried his head in the rice quickly, for fear that there would be nothing left to eat after the stick of incense burned.

While eating, there was a knock on the door suddenly. Wang Xiaopang's cheeks were bulging like a hamster. He pouted and chewed while raising his head. The food stuffed in his mouth couldn't be swallowed in one gulp, so he swallowed it first. Only one part opened with the rest of the food in its mouth:

"Brother?"

"Well, it's me. There's Daoist Li coming to see you." Tian Zixuan's voice came from outside.

Wang Xiaopang's eyes lit up instantly, he swallowed the rest of the food in his mouth, quickly stood up from the chair and ran outside.

Han Lin's big cold hands grabbed Wang Xiaopang's neck from behind, restraining him.

Apart from being able to touch Wang Xiaopang's body, Han Lin couldn't touch other things, including Wang Xiaopang's clothes, so Wang Xiaopang didn't like Han Lin touching him, and Han Lin would not touch him easily. When people touch each other, it is directly skin-to-skin contact.

"Well, Master..." Wang Xiaopang turned back with a dry smile, and Han Lin felt goosebumps all over his body again, "My adoptive father came to find me."

"Eyes." Han Lin reminded Wang Xiaopang.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaopang ran to the bed and picked up the long strip of white gauze, wrapped it around his left eye in twos and fives, tied a bow on the back of his head, and left the room excitedly.

Apart from Tian Zixuan, there was another outer disciple outside the house, about fifteen or sixteen years old, the two were talking in a low voice, when they saw Wang Xiaopang coming out, they turned their heads to look at him, and were shocked.

"You, you are on the second floor of the Qi refining period?!" The fifteen or sixteen year old boy yelled at Wang Xiaopang, Tian Zixuan was also very surprised.

"Yeah." Wang Xiaopang has only been in this world of cultivating immortals for a month, and he doesn't understand many things, so he looked at those two people in confusion, wondering why they were surprised.

"You've only been cultivating for a month, right?!" The boy clicked his tongue after speaking, although he had a smile on his face, but he was unwilling: "It's indeed a strange spirit root."

Wang Xiaopang finally understood a little bit, and a smile appeared on his small face: "Am I cultivating very fast? Will I be able to become an inner disciple soon?"

Wang Xiaopang's biggest wish now is not to go home, but to get rid of this lingering ghost, otherwise he will still have a hard life even if he goes home, and it seems that no one in this outer door can see this ghost, Wang Xiaopang Fatty wanted to enter the inner door, there are so many powerful characters in the inner door, there must be one who can deal with him, right?

Although Wang Xiaopang already knows Han Lin's identity, but rather than becoming a great monk, Wang Xiaopang wants to live a relaxed life. After all, he is a ten-year-old child with no ambitions or lofty ideals. It is very satisfying to eat and play.

"It's still a long way to go into the inner gate, and it's more difficult to cultivate as you go to the back." The boy said, and then motioned Wang Xiaopang to follow him: "The old Taoist is waiting for you in the pine forest outside the sect, and I will take you out."

"Can't foster father come in?" Wang Xiaopang asked strangely.

"That casual cultivator is your adoptive father?" The young man was quite surprised, and then he realized that the old Taoist probably saw Wang Xiaopang's aptitude for cultivating immortals, so he cunningly recognized him as his godson, so that he could get benefits from Wang Xiaopang in the future up.

"En!" Wang Xiaopang nodded vigorously, only thinking that Li Daoren was kind to him, and he had no other thoughts.

Tian Zixuan didn't follow. If he didn't know this young man, the relationship between the two is pretty good, so he wouldn't come out of the room on purpose.

The boy didn't pay attention to Wang Xiaopang, only knew that he had been in the sect for a month, but Tian Zixuan saw Wang Xiaopang almost every day, so he knew very well that Wang Xiaopang had only practiced for half a month.

It took him only half a month to go from the first floor to the second floor of the Qi Refining Period. This speed...was frighteningly fast. It took him two months in the first place.

Wang Xiaopang is a mutated Lei Lingen, he is a civil engineering dual Lingen, the difference between the two is really that big?Tian Zixuan walked towards his room suspiciously, thinking while walking.

It seems that Wang Xiaopang started to practice after he was haunted by fierce ghosts. A while ago, he saw that Wang Xiaopang started to practice, and asked him if there was anything he didn’t understand, but Wang Xiaopang said no, just a little confusion about cultivation. nothing……

A flash of spiritual light flashed, Tian Zixuan suddenly thought of something, he stood in front of his house door covering his mouth in astonishment, with an expression of disbelief.

I have just entered the world of cultivating immortals, and I am still ten years old. If I try to figure it out on my own, it is impossible to have no problems at all, unless...

Someone teach him!

That ghost is teaching Wang Xiaopang!The more Tian Zixuan thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. He thought like a spring, thinking that the ghost could directly control the aura of heaven and earth to condense the ice cone, and thinking that Wang Xiaopang met the ghost at Xuezun's memorial ceremony...

Tian Zixuan lowered his head, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Born as an official, with the talent of a foreign spirit root, and a master in the transformation stage, Wang Xiaopang, Wang Xiaopang, your life is really good.