[Xiu Xian] The little cute master who has a headache every day

The young man kneaded and kneaded, and finally turned the ball of gas into an apple shape, well, more like a plum with many pits.Then he stood up as if offering a treasure, and walked slowly in one direction.

His steps were extremely stiff, he almost stopped at one step, and the bending of his knees was even more rigid.By the time he slowly moved to the destination, it was almost half a stick of incense.

He was much better now than he was when he woke up stiff and unable to move.

Anyway, I am no longer a human being, so I don’t ask for so many.

Thinking of the tales of ghosts and ghosts he had heard in his childhood, he didn't know what to do with emotion.

He thought he was going to die, well, he should be dead now.But after death, he can still be with his senior brother. Although life is a bit fucked up, they are still together after all.

His current requirements are not high, he only hopes that his senior brother can...

"Wu... Wuji..."

Just as he was feeling emotional, the young man suddenly heard an unusually hoarse voice, as if a piece of gravel was stuck in his throat, it was harsh and harsh.But the young man's eyes lit up. Although his face was stiff and he couldn't show any expression, the joy in his eyes couldn't be ignored anyway.

As soon as the young man was happy, he suddenly lost his feet, and then tripped with his left foot and tripped his right foot. The next moment, he fell to the ground, before a pair of black boots.

The young man raised his head stiffly, facing a pair of helpless eyes.

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

The young man struggled for a while, and found that his joint stiffness was not enough to complete the difficult movements of carp kicking, and he couldn't even turn over.He couldn't help lying down discouraged, and muttered in a low voice: "Senior brother..."

shameful.

Especially if you lose face in front of your senior brother!

The one called senior brother by the youth was a man with handsome features.He was wearing a blue robe, a jade crown on his head, and two strands of black hair hanging from his face.With a clean and handsome face, he looks like a banished fairy... If his skin color can be ignored.

Different from the gray and white complexion of the young man, his senior brother's exposed skin was a more frightening bluish-purple color, which made one's heart shudder.

If there are practitioners here, they will definitely find that these two people are corpses.The only surprising thing is that instead of being seized by Longhushan, a strange place for gathering yin, the two of them fed on the yin energy of this place and refined them into zombie bodies.

What is a zombie?

After death, the soul leaves the body, or joins the underworld, or wanders because of obsession.However, if a person's seven souls persist after death and are trapped in the physical body, and the physical body absorbs a large amount of yin, resentment, or filth, there is a certain chance of turning into a zombie.

Zombies are divided into white zombies, black zombies, jumping corpses, flying corpses, and ghosts.

White zombies and black zombies are the two lowest-level zombies. They have no mind, are afraid of light and fire, and only know how to suck blood.Jumping Corpse's mind is chaotic, black hair has faded, and his appearance is similar to that of ordinary people, except that his skin is blue and purple.

The formation of flying corpses cannot be created without a thousand years of time and countless blood crimes.When it comes to flying corpses, they don't need blood, and they prefer human souls.They can speak freely, walk calmly, and have a clear mind. If they want to hide among the crowd, those who have to know the Tao will not be able to find their traces.

As for Ba, there are only a few records in the classics, and it will definitely cause a severe drought in the world as soon as it is born.

These two are not practitioners. At best, they heard some bedside stories told by their parents when they were young, but no one took them seriously when they grew up—they never dreamed that they would become zombies after death—— Naturally, he doesn't know much about zombies. He is ignorant of the process of becoming a zombie. He doesn't know how to practice, and he doesn't know all kinds of taboos. He just relies on instinct.They don't know how many practitioners' eyes will be shocked if they show up in the world.

Not to mention, one of them is worthy of entering the realm of flying corpses, and the other is just jumping corpses, but the Lingtai is clear, with memories of life, and the monster aura is not stiff and full of blood that should have been, but it is extremely clear. It is known that he has never sucked blood essence.

And all this is thanks to the particularity of Longhu Mountain.

This place is full of Yin Qi, except for the vegetation, beasts and human beings cannot survive here. Instead, the two of them are not confused by the blood, and they concentrate on feeding on pure Yin Qi.The yin qi gathered into a fog, which firmly enveloped Longhu Mountain, so as to prevent the two of them from being hurt by yang qi when their cultivation failed.

Today, the young man's face is pale and he can speak freely. Although he has some inconvenience in movement, some joints can flex and stretch freely, and his skin color has completely changed to normal.

Turning over with great effort, he handed the apple made of Yin Qi in his hand to his senior brother. The young man looked up at his senior brother's chin and murmured: "If I can get out of this place, I don't know how long it will be. Great master, father and mother, Younger brother, they may not be here..."

Silently absorbing and refining the Yin Qi, the blue-purple color on the man's face seemed to fade a little.He looked down at the young man, his lips twitched, and he said slowly: "I... still... Zhang... Wuji... don't... do..." the little girl said.The majestic leader of the Ming religion, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, how could he be so worthless!

Zhang Wuji pursed his lips, but a genuine smile spread from his eyes.

Wudang's second-generation master teacher, Song Qingshu, the former master of the Great Ming Dynasty, looked at his younger brother who always pretended to be pitiful, and sighed.

The emperor went to the Taimiao Temple every year to offer sacrifices to the founding emperor in the Xiaoling Mausoleum, but now who knows that the Ming Taizu was not buried in the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

Before he abdicated, he left a secret decree that he did not plan to be buried in the imperial tomb after a hundred years, and that Xiaoling Mausoleum, which was built because of the advice of officials, could just bury an empty coffin.

Zhang Wuji did not return to Yingtian Mansion until his death, and even the day of "Jibi" was chosen by his younger brother for him.Everyone never imagined in their dreams that the former leader of Mingjiao, the first-class master of contemporary martial arts, did not die, but was besieged and killed to death.

I have to admire the patience and determination of the Mongolian female great Khan Min Min Temur at that time.

At that time, Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu were already in the age of Dayan, because of their deep internal strength, they appeared to be more similar in age.Although they were fettered by state affairs due to the war just ended, and their cultivation has not been stagnant in the past 30 years, they are still one of the best master-level masters in the martial arts.Even if the army is used to fill them, if they want their lives, at least a million troops must be poured out.

But what they didn't expect was that those people not only possessed the poison that could disrupt the qi of a master-level master, but there was also a great master among the killers.

God knows what kind of conditions Minmin Temoore invited a great master to come out of the mountain.However, that one did not please him. Although thinking of reaching the step of the great master, the talent, understanding and root bone are indispensable, but even the great master has a limited lifespan. If he cannot reach the step of breaking the void, the great master has to Facing internal exhaustion, he gradually moved towards the end of death.

The two of them exploded the power of the sea of ​​energy, even the great master was enough for him to drink a pot.If one fails, it may also fall with them.

Of course, when they first woke up, it would be difficult for them to take a step even if their limbs were stiff. The first thing they did was to check whether the great Mongolian master had become like them.

The ankle was gently clenched, Song Qingshu bowed his head, but saw Zhang Wuji's face was stiff, but he looked at him pitifully for some reason, and said resentfully: "Brother, Wuji has become ugly, you can't dislike Wuji .”

Song Qingshu snorted softly, but did not speak.

He hasn't cultivated to Zhang Wuji's level yet, speaking is quite laborious, so save as much as you can.

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In a blink of an eye, it is the day when His Royal Highness Mu Chen Wang Xuanying is ordered to leave the palace.

Mu Xuanying wiped her face, and finally got over it.

Mu Xuanying grew up so big, and it was the first time she realized what it means to be cared to the point of being creepy.What do you mean, even if it is a compliment, it sounds like eating raw rice in your ears.

The imperial palace, especially the harem, is really not easy to mess with.

Mu Xuanying said with deep emotion.

When she left the palace this time, Mu Xuanying had made a plan to leave the palace forever.He wasn't Zhang Zaihou, although he didn't know why everyone recognized him as Zhang Zaihou, how could he replace him?

He is not emperor material.

To Mu Xuanying's surprise, the Gu Xia girl who claimed to be his own mother did not leave the palace with him.

Although Mu Xuanying was praying for blessings according to the decree, after all, the identity of the prince is there, the emperor can't really want his son to live a hard life-the Empress Dowager Zhang was the first to be anxious with him-the attendants each brought three maids to take care of the year. The daily life of the young prince.

Mu Xuanying originally thought that Gu Xia would definitely follow, but who would have imagined that on the day he left the palace, the door of Gu Xia's room was not opened, and he only said goodbye to him through the door.

The Second Monk Zhang Zhang was puzzled, but he was glad that she didn't follow her.

He has explained it countless times, but Gu Xia has decided that he is her biological son.

He is also very distressed.

What Mu Xuanying didn't know was that after he left, in the dark room, Gu Xia raised his hand and swung the bronze mirror on the dressing table to the ground.

Among the fragments of bronze mirrors all over the floor, the face of the woman was reflected.

Gu Xia was born extremely beautiful, with creamy skin and elegant appearance, even if there are countless beauties in the emperor's harem, no one can find such beauty.Then, among the dim yellow pieces of the bronze mirror, Gu Xia's originally clean right face became pitted, and the pink flesh turned out, as if it had been corroded by something highly poisonous.

Gu Xia's palm trembled and caressed half of his ruined face, the blood in his eyes was bloody.

To a mother, the child is the reverse.But for a woman, especially a beauty, her appearance is even more untouchable!

Gu Xia's lips trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Okay, what a centipede! First he coveted the child of the palace, and now he is destroying the appearance of the palace..."

The white palm patted the dressing table resentfully, and there was only a click, and the dressing table completely fell apart under Gu Xia's slap.

"I and you will never die!"

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Although not necessarily paying much attention to the newly released His Royal Highness Chen Wang, the emperor still ordered the commander of Jin Yiwei to lead five hundred Jin Yiwei to escort Mu Xuanying to the Cihang Hall.

The national teacher Pudu Cihang personally greeted him outside the hall. Behind him, all the monks put their hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

A group of guards in Jinyi, led by the third-rank commander, bowed down and said, "I have seen the protector of the country."

Although the Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty has no official rank, his status is so high that even the chief assistant of the cabinet has to be honored with the title of Fa Zhang.

Pudu Cihang nodded slightly, and said: "Amitabha, you are so kind. Since your highness has been sent to the Cihang Hall, the poor monk will be settled in a good life. You are people in the world, so please don't enter my Cihang Hall. Return to the palace."

With that said, Pudu Cihang took a step forward, reaching out to take Mu Xuanying's hand.

Buddhist temples burn incense all the year round, and the aroma of sandalwood lasts for many years. Monks often carry a strong aroma of sandalwood on their bodies, as does the national teacher Pudu Cihang.But it was okay for him to stand far away, as soon as he approached, a strange smell lingered in Mu Xuanying's nostrils, which was very choking.

Mu Xuanying's heart tightened, and she took a step back subconsciously, avoiding Pudu Cihang's hand.

Commander Jin Yiwei immediately frowned.

In his opinion, although this little His Highness was enshrined as the King of Chen, he is very likely to become the next emperor, but he is still young, and whether he can become an adult is still a matter of debate.But the national teacher is the guardian of the country personally appointed by His Majesty, with profound mana, he has seen with his own eyes how the national teacher prayed for blessings and received demons, he is absolutely master.It is the blessing of the little highness that the national teacher values ​​the little highness.But just look at it, how can this little Highness be so ignorant!

Mu Xuanying had no way of knowing the dissatisfaction in the commander of Jin Yiwei's heart.It seemed that after his body shrank, his xinxing was not as good as before.Even though he tried his best to hide the strangeness in his heart, the uneasiness on his face still leaked out.

Jin Yiwei saluted one after another, saluted Mu Xuanying again, then got on his horse and returned to the palace to return to the palace, leaving only Mu Xuanying and a few eunuchs personally selected by Queen Mother Zhang to serve him.

After arranging Mu Xuanying, Pudu Cihang with a benevolent smile on his face, retreated from the crowd, and quickly walked to the forbidden area of ​​Cihang Hall alone, in the Qianlian meditation room exclusively owned by the national teacher.

Outside Qianlian Temple, two monks wearing blue monk robes sat cross-legged, eyes closed, as if they were reciting scriptures and meditating, and turned a deaf ear to the arrival of Purdue Cihang.

Pudu Cihang didn't care, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the meditation room.

Looking in from the outside of the door, the inside was pitch black, with no light at all, and it was impossible to see clearly what was inside.But Pudu Cihang took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression, and then stepped into the meditation room.

The door of Qianlian's meditation room slammed shut.