Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

Ye Changjian hurriedly caught him, calling repeatedly: "Lu Yao, Lu Yao?"

The latter was already snoring.

A writing brush about the thickness of a baby's arm fell out of Yan Wuyu's arms. It was blue in the whole body, giving off bursts of chill. The body of the brush was engraved with two vigorous lowercase characters "Jinghong". Blue knotted tassels.

One of the three ghost tools, the Splashing Ink Shocking Pen!

Ye Changjian stuffed the Jinghong Brush into Yan Wuyu's arms, carried him on his shoulders, and walked out of the tower.

Li Junyan was already standing outside, seeing the two of them, he rushed up to greet them, "Why so slow, have you finished?"

Ye Changjian asked back, "Slow?"

In his previous life, he practiced Longya, day and night, and it took him seven to seven days to complete it, which is half a month slower than practicing Yin-Yang Mirror.

Li Junyan said: "Yes. You two came out last."

"Let me see, what have you accomplished?"

The two of them were the latest to leave the customs, and the scene was polarized again, one righteous and one evil, one immortal and one ghost, and there were disciples who had heard the news standing around them, wearing various repair uniforms and whispering.

Ye Changjian shook his head, "It's not something rare."

He said: "Lu Yao fainted from hunger, I'll take him back to the dormitory to rest first, you go to the dining hall to get some food."

After speaking, he carried Yan Wuyu to the backyard of Jianzong.

The crowd automatically gave way.

Tang Jiangli stood outside, carrying a cold sword that melted the cold moonlight, walked slowly, and followed beside him.

Ye Changjian smiled at him and said, "I've made it."

"Ah."

Tang Jiangli complied gently, looking at him with pale golden eyes, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Ye Changjian was a little troubled, and said: "Lu Yao has also mastered it, what should I do, I don't want to fight with him."

Tang Jiangli hesitated for a while, but still said to him: "His foundation is unstable, Yunshuizhiyao is not good at ghosts."

Yes.

Ye Changjian suddenly realized.

For all magic weapons and ghost weapons, if you want to control them to exert [-]% of their power, you must practice this luck spell.

What Tang Yuan taught them was the operation of the spirit of the fairy, and what they practiced was the way of the fairy, which was completely different from the way of ghosts.

"When you say that, it bothers me even more."

Tang Jiangli said: "Let him choose after he wakes up."

Yan Wuyu woke up in the middle of the night, threw off the quilt and got out of bed, wandered to the table like a wandering spirit, grabbed the cold steamed corn bread and stuffed it into his mouth, holding the teapot in one hand and pouring it upwards.

Li Junyan was fast asleep, and when he heard him push the door to go out, he asked in a daze, "Luyao...where are you going?"

Yan Wuyu whispered: "I'll go relieve myself, you go to sleep!"

He closed the door, walked in a random manner, and came to a secluded courtyard. He looked up and wrote the words "Qingxi Xiaozhu", knowing that he had come to Ye Changjian's bamboo garden.

Undecided in his mind, he lingered at the door for a long time with his head down.

"Why don't you come in?"

Yan Wuyu looked up and saw that Ye Changjian was standing at the door of the room with a white cat in his arms. He had loose black hair, black hair like clouds, fair complexion, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and they were raised slightly. Under the faint moonlight, he unexpectedly It looks a little coquettish.

Yan Wuyu stepped in, walked gently to his side, and asked doubtfully, "Where did you get the cat?"

Ye Changjian held the white cat in front of him with both hands, "Look carefully, how can there be such a majestic cat?"

Yan Wuyu looked at it carefully and exclaimed, "Tiger?"

"This is my little tiger."

As he spoke, he rubbed the white tiger's head again.

Bai Hu looked at Yan Wuyu coldly.

Yan Wuyu said "Hey", "This tiger looks very familiar to me."

He carefully recalled where he had seen such a defiant expression, and a white light flashed in his mind, "Why does it look a bit like Tang Jiangli?"

Ye Changjian said: "Really? I think so too, but Xiaohu is much cuter than Tang Jiangli."

He held the little tiger in his arms again, stroked its head, and asked, "It's so late, what do you want from me?"

Yan Wuyu hesitated for a moment, and still took out Jinghong from his arms, "I have made the magic weapon, but I can't control it well."

"You said that all treasures are spiritual and can understand the master's words, but I can't seem to communicate with it. I sensed it several times, but the feeling disappeared immediately."

Ye Changjian walked back to the bamboo house, "You speak fairy language, it doesn't understand."

"Although it is a magic weapon of ghosts, ghosts are ghosts after all. It can only understand ghost language."

He considered for a moment, and said: "The magic weapon you have refined is a ghost weapon. If you want to display its true power, you must learn to control the energy of resentful spirits to run the dharma vein."

"Bu Feiling once taught me the luck formula of Fengling Yedu in Jiaoyue Canyon. You can decide for yourself whether you want to learn it or not."

Yan Wuyu also walked in, looking at Jinghong, whose hands were bursting with cold, and which shone with faint blue light under the candlelight.

He was silent for a while, and finally said firmly: "I want to learn."

But he didn't ask why Bu Feiling gave Ye Changjian Fengling Yedu's luck formula.

Ye Changjian led Yan Wuyu down the mountain again through the dog's hole.

"Where are we going?"

Ye Changjian said: "The mass grave."

"The distance between clouds and water is full of barriers, and there is little resentment. It is not easy for you to practice."

He brought Yan Wuyu to the mass grave on the outskirts of Yanwu Town, where the wind was blowing and the resentment lingered.

Yan Wuyu asked, "What should I do?"

"Sit, meditate.

Ye Changjian randomly chose a barren rock and sat down, crossed his left leg, draped his forearm lazily on his knee, with a piece of grass in his mouth at some point, and said casually, "Don't be afraid of them, talk to them."

Before Yan Wuyu realized who this "they" was referring to, many "people" appeared around him.

A series of black shadows rose from the ground, forming the appearance of a human being, an old man with a hunched back, a graceful woman, a lively and frolicking child, an honest and restrained man...

He said "Hey", "Is this quite lively, and it's not scary."

Ye Changjian glanced at him and said with a sneer, "Come here, let Mr. Yan see what you looked like before you died."

As soon as the words fell, the white and smooth skin of the originally beautiful young woman gradually fell off, her facial features were distorted, and her seven orifices were bleeding.

The childish and cute child's eyes rolled up, and there was only a white light in the eye sockets, the tiger teeth turned into fangs, and the smelly saliva dripped from his mouth.

The honest and cautious strong man tilted his head, and with a "grunt", his head fell to the ground, and black blood flowed from his neck.

They all had ferocious expressions, baring their teeth and claws like Yan Wuyu pounced!

Yan Wuyu froze on the spot, his heart beating like a drum.

Ye Changjian spat out the grass in his mouth with a "bah", and shouted sharply: "Sit cross-legged and meditate! Don't be distracted! Luck!"

Yan Wuyu quickly closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and made handprints.

He could hear chaotic and noisy voices, the cries of children, the screams of women, the babbling of operas, and the wailing of pain, accompanied by bursts of coldness, but these did not seem to be sounds from the world .

A chilly wind gradually picked up, and a chilly breath climbed up his back and entered his body from the back of his neck.

Yan Wuyu was sweating profusely, his teeth chattered from the cold.

Ye Changjian picked up the grass that was just spat out and stuffed it into his mouth, and said leisurely: "Don't think this air is cold, let it go through the Shaoyin meridians!"

"Finish Shaoyin and Shaoyang."

"Slowly refine this Yin Qi into your own Qi."

I don't know how long it took, he glanced at Yan Wuyu, who seemed to be getting better, hummed a little tune softly,

"Who is a hero? Five-eyed chicken Qishan Mingfeng.

Two-headed snake Nanyang Wolong, three-legged cat Weishui Flying Bear. "

After his song was sung, Yan Wuyu also opened his eyes.

He chuckled, "Which one do you think is a three-legged cat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the pen. There was obviously no ink here, but the nib that was glowing with cold light spilled a few streaks of ink, and quickly pointed to the brows of the surrounding ghosts.

As soon as the ink touched their eyebrows, the ghost shadows didn't even have time to let out a wailing sound, and they all dissipated, but where they disappeared, one after another ink lotus flowers bloomed.

Ye Changjian raised his eyebrows, "What's this trick called?"

Yan Wuyu persisted in shock, and said calmly with his hands behind his back: "The ink is dripping."

Ye Changjian applauded symbolically.

Yan Wuyu said "hey" twice, "I'll show you something fun!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, laid it on the ground, and started to draw with a wave of his pen.

Ye Changjian glanced over and saw a picture of a lady.

After finishing the last stroke, Yan Wuyu tossed the rice paper into the air, "Please."

A slender and luxuriously dressed lady walked out of the rice paper, holding a guqin in her arms, bowed her body gracefully, and saluted them.

"What is the son calling for?"

Yan Wuyu returned the salute to her, and said with a smile: "Sister, how about singing a song?"

The lady put down the guqin, sat on the floor, played the qin and sang leisurely: "Watch the sand gulls dance again and again, and the fragrant wind blows ten miles of pearl curtains. The painting boats are coming to the sky, and the wine flags are blowing out of the mouth. Love kills Jiangnan."

After the song was over, Ye Changjian clapped his hands and laughed, and gave him a thumbs up, "Lu Yao, I really have you!"

"Thank you."

Yan Wuyu thanked the lady, and with a flick of his hand, the lady and the guqin disappeared one by one, turning into a piece of pure white rice paper and flying into his sleeve.

"What is this trick called?"

Yan Wuyu smiled and said, "Looking at flowers in the fog."

The rooster crows at dawn.

Ye Changjian looked up at the sky, spat out the weeds in his mouth, "Go back."

As he spoke, he stood up neatly and walked towards Yunshuizhiyao.

Yan Wuyu saw that he was wearing a delicate piece of white jade around his waist, engraved with complicated totems, and asked, "Where is your magic weapon?"

Ye Changjian lowered his head and glanced at the yin and yang mirror, "As you can see."

"what is this?"

Yan Wuyu was not as knowledgeable as Tang Jiangli, so he walked up to Ye Changjian, picked up his pendant, and looked over it over and over again, but he didn't see any tricks. He just found it strange that a jade pendant had two colors, and one side was white jade. , one side of black jade.

Ye Changjian said: "Yin Yang Mirror."

Yan Wuyu asked strangely, "Mirror? Why can't it reflect a human figure?"