How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

After Lian Wu joyfully put away the picture of thousands of demons and ghosts, grinning silly, hugged Yangli and rubbed it until its fur was messy, then stopped.

The Yangli didn't dare to stretch out its paws, so it meowed twice, Lingracoon took a look at it, and said: "You can give them a new name."

Hearing this, the yin and yang raccoons suddenly nodded in unison, confused: "Eh? Wasn't the previous one bad?"

Lingraccoon's voice was light: "It's good, it's just that they don't like it enough."

Lian Wu suddenly realized: "No wonder you have been unhappy." He stretched out his hand to pinch Yinli's paw, rubbed the pads on it, touched Yangli's moon-white fur, and said with some regret: "I think it's quite Alright, alas, since you don’t like it, just change it.”

He thought about it for a long time, racked his brains, but couldn't think of a suitable one, so he looked at Ling Raccoon for help: "Senior brother Ling, why don't you think about it?"

Logically speaking, it would be inappropriate for him to call Ling Raccoon a senior brother. Ling Raccoon is a direct disciple of the Great Elder of the Ziqi Sect. He is many generations older than Lian Wu, an outer disciple, but he can't think of a good title right now. It was obviously too distant to call the senior, and it was not appropriate to call him by his first name, so he had to call a senior brother vaguely, and he probably took advantage of it.

Lingraccoon naturally wouldn't mind such a trivial matter, after thinking about it, he couldn't seem to think of a good name, so he said slowly, "It doesn't have to be too majestic, as long as it's simple."

Hearing this, Lian Wu scratched the black and soft fur of the raccoon, and said, "I think the black raccoon and the white raccoon are good."

As soon as the words fell, before Yangli could react, Yinli screamed as if his tail had been stepped on, and protested meowing, "I don't like it!"

Ling Raccoon also nodded: "Very good."

This sound was like the final sound of falling hammers, Yinliu immediately stopped, his head was downcast, the tip of his tail drooped, and Lingraccoon looked a bit like Lianwu depressed, it was the same, limp and no longer resisting.

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, Ling raccoon meditated and practiced in the main room, and Lian Wu slept sprawled on the bamboo couch at one side, drooling, his sleeves rolled up indiscriminately, revealing an arm, and the Nether Stone was carved into a piece two fingers wide by Ling raccoon A small card, worn with red thread, wrapped around the wrist, two civet cats cuddling each other to sleep, squeezed into the corner of the bamboo couch by Lian Wu, aggrieved.

Until the eastern sky is slightly pale, and in the early morning, the miasma will dissipate. At a glance, the scene in the distance is much clearer, the shadows of the trees are faint, and the water surface is like a mirror. Although it is still hazy, it looks a little beautiful stand up.

Ling raccoon finished breathing, and opened his eyes. His eyes were as deep as an ancient pool without ripples. The spiritual energy in this place was really scarce. After practicing for one night, there was little effect, but he didn't care much, and looked around. Moved, and landed on Lian Wu, who was sleeping soundly on the bamboo couch.

He actually had some doubts in his heart. The child he met at the foot of the Ziqi Sect back then, Yiyi Yaya, couldn't even speak smoothly, but it was just a chance encounter. He took him back to the Ziqi Sect and put him in the disciple hall. I have never paid attention to it. If I don't think about it carefully, I'm afraid I won't be able to think of such a person.

He was assassinated by his personal master, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable. In the underground cave, when this young man appeared in front of him with a strange posture, he said to him seriously, I am dead, but I want to see you again. For a moment, in addition to being surprised in his heart, he actually felt a little warm. He was surprised that such a boring person like himself would still have someone in his heart, who would turn into a ghost after death and would not forget to come and have a look.

At that moment, no matter whether Lian Wu was deliberate or not, Ling Raccoon felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart, as if the soft child he held in his arms back then, the warm body temperature stayed on his chest and never dissipated, following his clothes Climb all the way to the bottom of the cold and empty heart.

The expression on his face softened slightly, no longer the usual seriousness and indifference.

When Lian Wu woke up, it was already broad daylight. He got up and didn't see the mausoleum raccoon, so he walked into the yard, but there was no one there, but the black raccoon and the white raccoon were squatting on the wooden frame, licking each other vigorously, seeing him come out, The black raccoon gave him a disdainful look from the corner of his eyes, turned around, and pointed his butt at him, wagging his slender tail, obviously looking down on him very much.

Lian Wu didn't care, went over and rubbed his fluffy little head, and smiled grinningly: "Hei raccoon, little Hei Hei."

The black raccoon suddenly arched its back, let out a meow, its fur exploded, and whined in protest, but Lian Wu was a careless person, so he didn't understand at all, so he patted it on the head, and leisurely entered the house again , the black raccoon's round green eyes inexplicably revealed a touch of grief and indignation.

Ling raccoon half-kneeled on the ground in the back room, looking at something carefully, even the fog came up behind him, looked at it, and asked curiously: "What is this? It glows green?"

Ling Raccoon's slender fingers were stippling there, but he stopped when he heard that, and asked, "What do you see?"

Lian Wu replied honestly: "A ball of green light shrouds the top, and what's covered under it doesn't look very real."

Ling Lai pondered for a moment before telling him: "There is a small formation here, which is somewhat complicated."

Lian Wu wondered: "So it's like this? I think the formations have light? In your master's cave, I think the blindness is also gray, and then... I ate it with my hands..."

Ling Rao shook his head: "I don't know, this formation is also a kind of blinding method, but I have never seen it before. It may take some time to unravel it."

Hearing what he said, Lian Wu came out from behind him, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let me try." Gradually, a faint blue light visible to the naked eye diffused out, enveloping his entire hand.

The blue light in his hand became brighter and brighter, flocking towards the green light, and began to swallow and merge bit by bit. This process was extremely difficult and slow, completely different from the last time. He felt that after the green light was swallowed, He began to swim with his hands, as if a ball of ice was wrapped in warm water. The ice refused to melt completely, but gradually melted a little while walking, just a little bit, which made him feel very difficulty.

Lian Wu just squatted like that, devouring the green light earnestly until the green light disappeared completely, revealing a jade talisman underneath. At this time, the blue light in his hand was already astonishingly bright, and Lian Wu also had a sense of fullness. Feeling bloated, he squatted on the ground with a bitter face. Seeing his uncomfortable expression, Ling Rao asked, "What's wrong?"

Lian Wu was a little embarrassed and aggrieved: "I... I seem to be stuffed, I can't stand up..."

Ling raccoon was speechless, so he could only hug him, picked up the jade talisman, and went into the main room.

Lian Wu was sitting on the bamboo couch, poking his head to see Lingraccoon closing his eyes and pasting the jade talisman on his forehead. His spiritual sense penetrated to read the information in it, and he kept asking: "What is said in it? Look at it. Is it over? What is it?"

With half the salary, Lingraccoon finally put down the jade talisman and said, "He left here three years ago and went to the East China Sea islands."

"Islands in the East China Sea?" Lian Wu asked curiously, "I've heard of this place name, but I don't know where it is."

"The east side of Sifang Continent," Ling Raccoon stood up, and said, "There is a sea there, and there are many islands in the sea. Many demon cultivators and demon cultivators practice there."

"The sea? Is it a place with a lot of water?" Lian Wu said excitedly: "I also heard that there is a big sea in the east, and the sea is full of salty water. I didn't expect that there are people practicing on it? There Does it look good? How big is the sea?"

Listening to his series of questions, Ling Rao thought for a moment before he answered carefully: "There are also spiritual veins in the sea. Naturally, there are people who practice them, but most of them are demon cultivators. The sea is blue water, a vast ocean. People who have seen the margins think it should be very big.”

"Have you been there?" Lian Wu followed him and continued to ask, like a child who learned a novel topic and was full of curiosity.

"I haven't been to the East China Sea, but I passed by there when I went to the Hundred Thousand Demon Mountain." Ling Rao went to the yard, raised his flying sword, and said, "We should go."

"Where are you going? East China Sea?" Lian Wu climbed up Feijian excitedly.

Ling Raccoon was silent for a moment, then said politely: "No, I have some things in Ge Shan, and I need to go to get them. Ge Shan is between Ziqi Sect and Spirit Beast Gate." He said, Yu Jian flew up into the sky.

"Purple Qi Sect?" Lian Wu suddenly became a little worried: "Will Elder Qingyou come to us again?"

Ling Raccoon's expression was a little cold, and he said firmly: "Whether he looks for it or not, I have never been afraid of him."

The flying sword suddenly streaked across the sky like a shooting star and flew eastward.

When he came here, Lingraccoon spent a lot of spiritual power to get rid of Elder Qingyou, and the Fengdun talisman he used was obviously unnecessary when he returned. He flew with Lianwu and Yujian, which was indeed slower than Fengdun It's a lot of fun.

But neither of them was in a hurry, Lian Wu simply admired the scenery under his feet, but below was the long swamp and the ubiquitous smoky blue miasma, and there was nothing to see.

It was okay at the beginning, there was a vast smog under the feet, which made people feel like they were in a fairyland, but after a long time, the smog was endless. The miasma of color, even the mist is very boring to watch.

Ling raccoon has been flying silently with the sword, without any sign of impatience, but even the fog can't do it. After all, the young man's heart is so boring right now, how can he sit still?

So he twisted his body boredly, hoping to see the novelty and excitement, to relieve his depressed mood. It didn't matter if he twisted himself, and the black raccoon on his shoulder couldn't stand still, so the black raccoon The raccoon pawed at the back of his head and gave a warning meow.

Even the mist didn't care, he was bored, grabbed the black raccoon from his shoulders, hugged it in his arms, squeezed it, touched his paws and rubbed his face, which made the black raccoon burst into anger scream.

However, at this moment, even the fog heard a scream from a distance, not like an animal, but like a human being, it actually penetrated the clouds, it can be seen that it is also very tragic.