ghost master

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Wang Xiaopang followed that young man, that young man was quite talkative, and his attitude towards Wang Xiaopang was very friendly, without any contempt or disdain from other outer disciples, Wang Xiaopang treated him in just ten minutes. Have a good impression.

"I, like Tian Zixuan, have dual spiritual roots of civil engineering and wood, and the exercises we practice are also the same, so we often discuss our cultivation experience together." The boy said with a smile, putting his hands on Wang Xiaopang's shoulders as he walked : "If I knew you were such a genius, I should have come to get acquainted with you earlier."

Wang Xiaopang blushed from the young man's praise, and he also wanted to befriend the young man, so he asked the young man, "What's your name, brother?"

"Chen Mulin."

"Senior Brother Chen!"

Chen Mulin responded heartily, then bent down and put his face closer to Wang Xiaopang, joking with him: "The cultivation world respects strength, I can still be your senior brother for a while now, when your cultivation level surpasses mine, I should call you brother!"

Wang Xiaopang quickly waved his hands: "Well, a senior will always be a senior."

"Hey, the rules of the cultivation world are like this, and this can also arouse the self-motivation of the monks. After all, no one is willing to be reconciled to the junior brother who climbed on his head at the beginning." Chen Mulin was very open: "Even if it was once There are also such things as disciples who later become their own elders, such as Xue Zun of our sect, his master at the time saw him later and respectfully called him "Zun Zun."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaopang quietly looked behind him, the ghost floated in the air without changing his expression, and did not respond to their conversation.

Has his master become a junior... Wang Xiaopang couldn't help but fantasized in his head:

"Your Majesty." Han Lin bowed to him: "The meal is ready, shall we eat chicken drumsticks or matcha cake first?"

"Drumsticks." He sat on a chair and raised his chin to look at Han Lin.

Han Lin immediately served a plate of fragrant chicken legs, he grabbed one and licked it, then threw the chicken legs to Han Lin's handsome face: "It's not hot enough!"

Han Lin lowered his eyes, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes: "Disciple, go to heat up now."

Wang Xiaopang was immersed in his own fantasies, staring at Han Lin with dark eyes, with an overjoyed smile on his face, as if aware of his thoughts, Han Lin who was looking ahead suddenly turned his amber eyes to him , and then narrowed his eyes slightly, a ferocious look appeared on his pale face.

Wang Xiaopang's smile froze, his back turned cold, and he quickly put away his smile and walked seriously.

"I temporarily put my soul in your body, so I know what you are thinking." Han Lin said coldly.

Wang Xiaopang's face turned pale. It was a cold day, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He remembered that he had been calling Han Lin a pig and dog from time to time.

Only Han Lin said again: "Also, even if you enter the inner sect, you won't find anyone who can deal with me. If you want to get rid of me, try to improve your cultivation and help me find my soul. At that time, the deity will leave your body .”

Wang Xiaopang shrank his neck, and answered in his heart: [I know, I know. ]

An ice bead hit Wang Xiaopang hard on the back of the head, Wang Xiaopang staggered a bit, and changed his words in his heart with a bitter face: [Understood, Master. ]

Only then did Han Lin put away the hostility on his face and continued to look forward, while Chen Mulin, who was walking beside Wang Xiaopang, patted him on the shoulder: "This area is icy, be careful where you step."

Wang Xiaopang smiled dryly at Chen Mulin, followed him out of the entrance of the sect, and saw an ordinary pine tree outside the majestic stone gate of the sect, Chen Mulin pointed to the pine tree and said to Wang Xiaopang: "This tree belongs to our sect. A passage leading to the outside world can only be opened by wearing the token of the sect and turning around the tree three times clockwise and then three times counterclockwise, so take out the token."

Wang Xiaopang remembered that there was indeed a palm-sized silver token in his storage bag, so he reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, poured a little spiritual energy into it, and the token flew out of the storage bag It came out and fell into Wang Xiaopang's hands.

"Wear the token on your body properly, if you let some old-fashioned disciples see it, you will be scolded." Chen Mulin said, took the token from Wang Xiaopang's hand, bent down to help him hang it on his waist up.

"Oh." Wang Xiaopang was scolded before, but it wasn't because he didn't wear a token, but because he didn't wear Zongmen robes. He didn't like wearing Zongmen robes. They were a bit too big, and the wide belt would constrict him. looking at his little belly.

Chen Mulin only sent Wang Xiaopang here, and then told him to come back within a day. This token has Wang Xiaopang's name on it. Once Wang Xiaopang enters and exits the passage, the sect's formation management center will have a record. monks are recorded.

If the disciples of the outer sect did not ask for leave, they were only allowed to leave the sect for one day in a month, while the disciples of the inner sect were allowed to leave the sect for three days.

Wang Xiaopang really wanted to leave and go home with Li Daoren to live a comfortable life, but it's a pity...

Han Lin, who sensed Wang Xiaopang's thoughts, glanced at him coldly. Wang Xiaopang broke out in a cold sweat again, and resigned himself to circling the tree in circles. After he finished six laps, the trees on both sides separated automatically. It formed a straight path, and when Wang Xiaopang stepped on that path, the token around his waist shimmered, and he saw "Outer Gate·Wang Xiaopang" in small characters floating out of the token, heading towards Lingshan. A certain glorious hall on the sky flew away.

The path was very short, less than a hundred paces away, and when Wang Xiaopang came out of the path, the trees on both sides immediately closed up automatically.

Not far away, an old Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe was waiting with his hands in his sleeves. Seeing Wang Xiaopang coming out of the path, the old Taoist's expression brightened, and he immediately walked towards Wang Xiaopang.

"Good boy, I haven't seen you in January, but you already have the second-level cultivation of the Qi Refining Stage!" Li Daoren happily patted Wang Xiaopang on the back, and led him down the hillside: "Go, foster father will take you to the restaurant !"

When Wang Xiaopang heard that there was something to eat, he immediately became happy, and wrapped his two short arms around Li Daoren's waist: "Thank you foster father!"

Daoren Li chuckled, looked at Wang Xiaopang for a while with drooping old eyes, and asked him, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I fell and hit the table." Wang Xiaopang lied as Han Lin taught him.

"Why are you so careless?" Li Daoren was a little anxious: "Have you seen a doctor?"

"Uh... look." Wang Xiaopang is not very used to lying, so he faltered, and at the same time felt warm in his heart, because Li Daoren was the first to care about his eyes, and after Tian Zixuan was warned by Han Lin I didn't dare to ask him about his eyes anymore.

"Be more careful in the future." Daoren Li said.

"Yeah!" Wang Xiaopang held Li Daoren's skinny hand and smiled happily. He also jumped up and down as he walked. Today is definitely the happiest day for him in a month.

Li Daoren took Wang Xiaopang down the hillside, Wang Xiaopang is now a monk, and walking on the mountain road has become very easy, unlike before, he had to rest for a while after walking a few hundred meters.

Is this the effect of spiritual energy tempering the body?Wang Xiaopang's cheeks flushed with excitement, and it was the first time he truly felt the benefits of cultivating immortals to his body.

"This is only the second floor of Qi refining. When you reach the fifth floor of Qi refining, you can jump five meters and use some simple spells." Han Lin said to Wang Xiaopang, trying to convince Wang Xiaopang, who is not interested in cultivating immortals, Fat is interested.

"Really?!" Wang Xiaopang was really interested.

Li Daoren looked at Wang Xiaopang beside him strangely: "Who are you talking to?"

"Eh..." Wang Xiaopang became nervous: "No..."

How could Li Daoren not see that Wang Xiaopang is weird after living for nearly a hundred years?So he asked Wang Xiaopang a few more questions, but he couldn't find anything to ask, so he gave up.

An ice bead hit Wang Xiaopang on the back of the head.

"Be more careful in the future, and tell me in your heart if you have something to say."

Wang Xiaopang touched the back of his head and complained in his heart: [Yes, Master. ]

Li Daoren took Wang Xiaopang to a nearby mortal town, found a decent restaurant and opened a private room, ordered seven or eight dishes, chatted with Wang Xiaopang while eating, and asked him where he was in the sect. Case.

When the meal was almost finished, Daoren Li looked at the satisfied Wang Xiaopang. He rubbed his hands, coughed again, and asked Wang Xiaopang:

"Little Fatty, you should be highly valued in the sect with your abnormal spirit root aptitude. You must have obtained a lot of spirit stones, right?"