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Hongyang saw through the ghostly body of Xuan Yun, but he didn't change his face, he held the spoon and brought the wonton to his mouth, and secretly looked into the mirror from the corner of his eye.

The shadowy side of "Gao Yuan" floated behind him, the candle flame flickered in the bronze mirror, Gao Yuan's face was illuminated at one moment, and the face of Xuan Yun was illuminated at another, the two faces overlapped and changed.

Just when Xuan Yun came behind him and stretched out her ghost claws, Hong Yang turned around suddenly and threw out the bowl of "fragrant" wontons in her hand.

Xuan Yun didn't expect him to see her real body, she snorted coldly, left Gao Yuan's body, flicked her long sleeves, and flicked her eyes towards Hongyang's face.

Hongyang patted his eyeballs open, took two quick steps back, stepped on one of his feet, and the sole of his shoe was stained with a pool of red and white slurry.

He drew up the mahogany sword on the table, and stabbed back, but was grabbed by the tip of the sword by Xuan Yun, and blood mist surged from the snow-white thin claws, restraining the mahogany yang energy.

The mahogany sword "cracked" and cracked fine lines.

Xuan Yun smiled delicately, exerted force with her ghost claws, twisted her thin wrist, and the mahogany sword broke into several pieces in an instant, and fell to the ground, leaving only the hilt for Hongyang.

Seeing that Xuan Yun was surrounded by resentment and blood mist, Hong Yang was secretly surprised that this Bai Zhun could control such a powerful ghost, so he retreated to the table: "Since Mr. Bai already knows, why don't we discuss the conditions."

A yellow sparrow broke through the window, fluttered its wings, and landed on the shelf, half a head taller than Hongyang. Looking down at Hongyang, its sharp beak opened slightly, and Bai Zhun's cold voice came out: "What conditions?"

Hongyang was surprised again, he naturally knew that the bird was made of paper, but he didn't expect that Bai Zhun had such ability.

Yiguan Dao has been popular in the north for many years, and gradually developed to the south. They can multiply and grow under the guns of warlords, but when they come to Shanghai Beach, they are suppressed everywhere.

I thought Qimen was a piece of soft tofu, but I didn't expect it to be a hard bone.

"Mr. Bai's technique really opened my eyes." Hong Yang glanced at Huo Zhenye in the bronze mirror, as long as he was still in his dream, he had a bargaining chip in his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Hongyang's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly: "Mr. Bai, I advise you to be more polite. I can't do your spells, but you can't break mine either."

The oriole stared at Hongyang with dark eyes.

Hongyang thought he had hit on Bai Zhun's heart, so he laughed arrogantly: "It's better for us to cooperate, Mr. Bai has such abilities, living in the old city, being the head of the Seven Sects, it's really aggrieved."

Bai Zhun chuckled.

"As far as your ability is concerned, you are worthy of negotiating terms with me."

Xuan Yun's nails grew long, revealing the true face of the ghost, and she hit Hongyang with a water sleeve. Hongyang avoided the water sleeve, and the ghost claws had already reached him again, and Xuan Yun's blood-red nails scratched Hongyang's face.

Hongyang yelled in pain, and the disciples of the first pass heard screams coming from the room, and rushed over one after another: "Master, what happened?"

Hong Yang covered her face with one hand, gritted her teeth to endure the pain, and hummed: "Everyone is fine, no one is allowed in!"

Several young disciples heard Hongyang say that it was all right, and they dared not go in. They looked up and saw two shadows projected in the window, one belonged to Master Hongyang, and the other looked like a woman's shadow.

Several disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, wasn't the former master not close to women?

"Everyone back down, no matter what sounds you hear tonight, you are not allowed to come in."

Several disciples exited the corridor, and one of them saw a hole in the window paper, which was made when the oriole broke the window just now.

He glanced in quickly, there were two shadows clearly reflected on the window, but how could there be any woman in the room?At the moment, he didn't even dare to make a sound, his legs were shaking with fright, and he followed his companions out.

"There is a woman in the teacher's room!" The young disciples went out and started discussing one after another.

One of them didn't dare to say a word, his head was sweating from fright, the light could illuminate it, but what is invisible to human eyes?

Xuan Yun flew into the air, staring at Hongyang with beautiful eyes: "You are sensible, let him go quickly."

Hongyang put down his hand covering his face, the wound on his face was like a red line, and the resentment on the ghost's claws would burn continuously, and the red line became wider and thicker.

The thin skin was broken, revealing the red muscles inside, and the skin at the wound was rapidly aging, and half of his face had aged dozens of years in a short while.

Even the hair is half white.

Although Xuan Yun is a fierce ghost, but he died not long ago, seeing his ghostly eyes rolling like this: "So you are still an old monster."

Hongyang stretched out his hand, moaning in pain while reaching into the wound on his face, tearing off the aging skin.

Gao Yuan just woke up at this moment. When he opened his eyes, he saw Master doing this horrible move. There was a female ghost on one side and a monster on the other. He jumped up and wanted to escape out the door.

Hongyang has already torn his face, and even tore his hair.

Although Xuan Yun is a ghost, she has never seen such a terrifying situation. She yelled and covered her face with her water sleeve: "Have you finished tearing it up? I'll beat you after tearing it up."

It was so disgusting that she couldn't fight it.

The face that had been torn off turned into flying ash as soon as it fell to the ground.

Hongyang grabbed Gao Yuan, his skin fell off, there were no facial features on his face, only a wriggling mass of flesh and blood.

Gao Yuan screamed loudly, the more he screamed, the more no one dared to approach Hongyang's room, Hongyang stuck his tongue into Gao Yuan's throat.

Gao Yuan's aging is visible to the naked eye, first his skin is dry, and then his hair is gray.

His mouth was blocked, so he could only whine, begging Hongyang to spare him, and finally his voice became old, so Hongyang let him go.

Throwing him aside like a rag, Gao Yuan slowly crawled towards the door. He was still full of vigor just now, but he became goosebumps in an instant.

No wonder Hongyang is so young.

Hongyang's skin and hair grew back, and he was younger than before. There was no trace of the scar on his face, but he sucked so hard that he overdid it, and blood dripped from the tip of his nose.

While reaching out to wipe the blood, he threw out a stack of paper-cut figures.

Xuanyun Ghost Claw gathered green fire, and the green fire flew towards the paper figurines. Seeing that the ghost fire could not melt the paper, she turned and ran away.

Hongyang sneered, it seems that this female ghost didn't listen to Bai's words at all, looking around, the oriole had long since disappeared, and Bai couldn't break his spells, so she came here to speak harshly.

Hongyang sat in front of the mirror again, the candle was about to burn out, so he lit a candle and continued.

Hearing Gao Yuan who fell against the door gasping for breath, he took a look at Gao Yuan, he picked his disciples to look at the horoscope first, and only kept the ones that were suitable, but he didn't expect to use them so soon.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so early." Things that are robbed are always robbed.

As long as Gao Yuan is alive, he can always use his energy, and if Gao Yuan dies, the energy will return with the three souls.

Hongyang frowned, he really sucked too hard just now.

Huo Zhenye in the bronze mirror asked Bai Zhun: "Why have you never used this before? Didn't you teach me?"

Bai Zhun lazily tossed the bamboo scissors away: "My skill is so easy to learn? You can't even tie a money tree well, so you want to learn something else?"

Huo Zhenye smiled slightly, he had never seen Bai Zhun use this paper figurine, but he had seen it before.

In an old man Jin Hong's house, Hong Yang came out to spy on him and Bai Zhun.

"What else can the Seven Gates do?" Huo Zhenye seemed to have a sudden conversation, and asked Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun moved his fingers, and Axiu gave him a bottle of soda from the refrigerator. He took a sip and squinted his eyes from the cold: "Paste, cut, paint, weave, tie."

Color paste, paper cutting, painting, straw weaving, bamboo binding.

It turned out that he hadn't seen all of Bai Zhun's abilities.

Hong Yang sat in front of the mirror, it turned out that Qimen still had these abilities, some of which he had never seen before, it turned out that Bai Yang had only taught him a little.

Xuan Yun in the mirror flew back to the courtyard, burrowed into the jar, stretched out a hand from the mouth of the jar, and touched the paper seal all over the floor.

When she touched the seal, she stuck it on the altar, and she never went out again.

Huo Zhenye squatted down and asked her through a layer of clay: "What's wrong? That Hongyang is very powerful?"

Xuan Yun's voice came from the jar: "He is not a human, he is a monster."

Hongyang got a glimpse of some useful secrets. He was overjoyed and couldn't help showing off his skills. He pointed at the clay altar in the mirror, and what he said became what Xuan Yun said in the mirror.

It was he who was talking to Huo Zhenye.

"What kind of monster is he that scares you like this?"

"I rubbed his face with my hand, and he...he became old, and he sucked the spirit of his apprentice, and he turned back."

Half-truth, half-false, he will believe that this is not a dream, and then stay in this dream until he dies.

Huo Zhenye frowned as expected, and looked at Bai Zhun worriedly: "What exactly is Hongyang?"

Bai Zhun has been sitting in a wheelchair, the jar is rolling around, Hongyang's attention is all on the jar, and Bai Zhun retreats to the side of the mirror frame.

Just when Hongyang was excited, Bai Zhun suddenly looked up at the sky, glanced at Hongyang through the mirror, and then quickly looked away.

Hearing Huo Zhenye's question, he naturally took the opportunity to curse: "You dog."

Xuan Yun outside the mirror also flew back to the small building of the Bai family.

Inside the building, the paper man corps guards the door and windows, Axiu sits in charge, and there are two people lying on the bed in the main room.

One Huo Zhenye and one Bai Zhun, Bai Zhun closed his eyes lightly, as if falling asleep.

Naturally, Bai Zhun wouldn't let Xuan Yun go for a trip, just to speak harshly. He took advantage of Hong Yang's distraction to deal with Xuan Yun, and fell into Huo Zhenye's dream.

I don't know when this idiot will find out.

Didn't Hongyang want to see his skills?Then let him know a lot.

Bai Zhun's wheelchair rolled into the house, and he saw that everything from the tablet to the bamboo knife in the house was exactly the same as the reality.

This dream was led by Huo Zhenye, all the details were in his mind, if something was missing, it would be a little troublesome, I didn't expect him to have such a complete dream.

Bai Zhun lit a stick of incense as usual, first made the bamboo bones, split the bamboo strips with a knife, and finely ground the bamboo bones.

Huo Zhenye was right beside him to help, he kept moving his hands, he confirmed in his mind that he was still in a dream, Hong Yang tried to deceive him with this Bai Zhun.

The two looked at each other, testing each other.

Huo Zhenye made the first move. He stretched out his hand to grab the back of Bai Zhun's hand, rubbed it in his palm twice: "I miss you so much."

Bai Zhun's fingertips stiffened, his ears turned red, his eyes were calm and unwavering, he withdrew his hand, angry: "I think you want to die."

Huo Zhenye was in a trance, was he dreaming?

The author has something to say: Huo Qi didn't come out, Bai Qi couldn't wait, fell into a dream