How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

There was a hazy white mist in front of him. He walked slowly all the way, looking at the looming scenery around him, he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere and was very familiar.

This is where?

What is on my back?

So heavy!

Can I take a break?

No!No, no rest!Go forward!Go forward!A voice shouted from the bottom of my heart, full of impatience and urging: in front!Front!

Where is the front?he wondered.

Front!in front of!The voice continued to shout.

I want to take a break, it's so heavy.he said to the voice.

No, you can't stop!It's coming, it's coming.The voice was urging.

Under this urging, he had no choice but to continue to carry that heavy burden and walk forward, as if he was the only one left walking alone in the vast world.

The white mist suddenly disappeared, and the sky darkened, as if shrouded in darkness. He looked at his feet and walked with his head buried, not daring to stop for a moment, like a traveler walking on a boring journey.

A foot-high gray-white flame suddenly sprang up under his feet, he was startled, looked up, and saw a gray-white flame burning not far away, like a deep abyss, and there was a figure in it, the appearance of a young man, Dressed in a gray-white robe, in a half-reclining posture, looking up at the abyss, like a clay puppet.

Who are you?He couldn't help asking out loud.

The young man looked at him slowly, his face was pale, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, but his appearance was not very clear, like a painting soaked in water, he couldn't see it clearly, after a while, the young man actually opened his mouth and replied, I am Master Si Ling.

His voice was cold, like the sound of blades striking each other, and it sounded unexpectedly familiar.

He asked suspiciously, have I seen you?

The young man replied, of course.

As the young man said, he stood up straight, revealing the object he was leaning on. It was a sword half the height of a man. My eyes fell on the sword, and I still refused to move away.

Is that your sword?

Yes.

Can you have a name?

Have.

what is it call?

Who are you?Why should I tell you?

I am... He suddenly froze, who am I?

How can a person who doesn't even know himself deserve to come to this land of spirits?Leave something behind, go back!After the young man finished speaking coldly, he waved his hands seemingly lightly. He suddenly felt the weight off his back, and then his whole body was swept out by something.

After the world was spinning, there was another hazy white mist, boundless, and a narrow path appeared under his feet. He walked along the path for a few steps, and saw a farmhouse with desolate decaying grass, desolate door, and no dogs or chickens.

The wooden door opened with a creak, and a small child poked his head out. He looked about five or six years old and looked very cute. He was holding a small bowl in his hand. Incomplete opening, suffused with old yellow.

There was half a bowl of water in the bowl, and the child carefully carried it, put it on the stake outside the fence, and then retracted behind the fence.

He found it interesting, so he waited quietly to see what the kid wanted to do.

After a while, a protracted voice came from not far away, humming the tune of running away: "Three more dreams, still thinking about old friends, moving like participating in business..."

I saw a Taoist priest who was over half a century old, staggering towards this side. When he passed the fence, he reached out to pick up the bowl of water and drank it down.

There is still water to drink in such a place, what a pity, what a pity.The Taoist sighed and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from behind the fence, Daoist!

The Taoist seemed to be taken aback. After seeing the child who was talking, he felt relieved and said, what are you calling Pindao?

Daoist, what song are you singing?Can you teach me?The child looked up at him.

The Taoist laughed, mysterious and authentic, can't teach, can't teach, if it teaches you, it is the cause and effect of poor Taoism.

But Taoist, you drank my water.Children are confident.

The Taoist was immediately embarrassed, and I said that I came down the mountain every day, why there is an extra bowl of water today, it was you who put it.

Later, the child followed the Taoist priest, and after they left, the whole village began to dissolve like water on a drawing paper...

The Taoist led the child and walked for half a month. One day, the two passed by a mountain, and the Taoist suddenly pointed to the mountain road. I said that there are gods on this mountain, do you believe it or not?

The child then raised his head to see, fairy?

The Taoist priest took the opportunity to oil the soles of his feet and slipped away quietly.

The child came back to his senses, and the Taoist priest was gone, so he sat at the foot of the mountain and waited for a long time. At this time, someone came over.

The one that can't be eaten.

As soon as he saw that person's face, it was extremely familiar, and his heart suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard by something.

How could he forget that man?

It seemed like a reunion deliberately arranged by fate.

When Lian Wu regained consciousness, his eyes were full of dry grass and fallen leaves, and the courtyard was desolate. He got up, and the pool level under the corridor was as flat as a mirror, from which his face was clearly reflected. He was suddenly surprised to find that he was no longer the appearance of his youth. , the young man reflected on the water raised his eyebrows in surprise, his childishness faded away, and even he himself felt that face was very strange.

"this is me?"

I don't know if the senior brother has seen it, can he still recognize it?He pursed his lips slightly, flicked his fingers, and the smooth mirror-like water surface suddenly became choppy, breaking into pieces.

The courtyard seemed to have been desolate for a long time, the ground was covered with silver frost, and it was as cold as winter, Lian Wu was puzzled, for some reason, the Raksha Hai Lord didn't clean up the place, where did the senior brother go?

When he broke through the foundation building stage, he suddenly remembered that he had never told Ling Raccoon about it. During the body training stage, ghost cultivators need to cultivate their own bodies, that is to say, to practice again in the state of soul body. It turned out that the whole body training period was in the state of soul body, and it was cultivated in the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, there was no mention of this matter in the Secret Record of Ghost Cultivation, and Lian Wu couldn't help vomiting blood in his heart.

Now he has broken through the body training stage and directly entered the Jindan stage, but I don't know how long it has passed?What evening is it.

Lian Wuzheng felt depressed in his heart, touched his waist, only to find that his spirit beast bag and storage bag had disappeared without a trace. Presumably, when he made a breakthrough that day, his body was completely melted and was picked up by the raccoon dog up.

He turned around, glanced across the corridor inadvertently, and saw a white jade bow leaning against the railing, leaning against the corridor pillar alone, but the long sword in memory was missing, and his mind was in a trance for a moment .

Lian Wu went to pick up the bow, and there was a layer of gray dust on it. After wiping it, it still shone as coldly as in the impression, the body of the bow was like jade, and the strings of the bow were strong.

Lian Wu smiled slightly, flicked the bowstring, and there was a slight buzzing sound: "Good bow."

It is said that there is no Jia Zi in the mountains, and the year is not known when the cold is gone. After leaving the East China Sea, Lian Wu only knew that he had practiced for 30 years!

In 30 years, half of the life of ordinary people has passed, and even a third of the life of a foundation-building cultivator has already passed. Lian Wu is very glad that he is a ghost at this time, and he should have a golden core cultivation at this time. .

Originally, he wanted to find the Raksha Sea Lord, and asked about the whereabouts of his senior brother, but unexpectedly, Raksha Island was deserted and deserted for a long time, except for the barrier on the island, the whole island was dead, quiet and desolate.

And the monsters in the Raksha Sea were nowhere to be seen. After searching through the fog for half a month, there was no trace of human beings, and finally gave up. I don't know what happened in the Raksha Sea.

With such doubts in mind, he observed the sky in foggy days and the stars at night, stopping and resting, and finally left the East China Sea. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the distant horizon.

Ling raccoon has always kept a low profile, and not many people think he has seen him, and because he is taciturn, he is afraid that it will be difficult to find, so Lian Wu has to try to find Qin Chuan first, maybe he will have some clues, if it is not possible, he has no choice but to Go back to the Qixia Peak of the Sanxiu League to take a look, after all it is their cave.

Nanyou is a small town along the East China Sea, where there are many monks, traveling from south to north, and there are countless people gathered here. Even Wu inquired in the town for half a month, but he didn't get any information about Qin Chuan's whereabouts. He couldn't help but Very discouraged, I felt that I was thinking too easily, and not everyone could know the whereabouts of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Thinking of this, he decided to leave Nanyou and go to San Xiumeng.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the front of the crowd, and several voices shouted: "It's from the Purple Air Sect, catch him!" "Catch him, don't let him run away!" whereabouts!" "Yes!" "Stop him!"

Immediately, the magic weapon collided, and a figure rushed towards Lian Wu, shouting repeatedly: "Get out of the way!"

Some monks who were afraid of causing trouble dodged, and more were eager to catch that person.

It's also because the man was unlucky, unbiased, and just bumped into Lian Wu. Lian Wu gently raised his hand, and blocked the man with a white jade bow. He raised his eyebrows: "Zi Qizong?"

The person blocked was a thin young man. Seeing that his way was blocked, he was about to swear, and seeing that Lian Wu was a Golden Core cultivator, he held his breath, swallowed the words forcefully, and changed his face in the blink of an eye. With a face, he cupped his hands and begged: "Senior! I am not a disciple of the Purple Qi Sect! Please let me go!"

Hearing this, Lian Wu chuckled lightly: "If not, then why are you running?"

The boy choked, speechless, and didn't dare to force his way, so he shrank back, took out a handful of talisman papers, threw them among the chasing crowd, sacrificed the flying magic weapon, and turned to escape.

Seeing that the man had already flown into the air, Lian Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, clasped the bowstring with both fingers, and a blue-purple flame suddenly ignited, gradually forming a long, arrow-like shape.

Let go, and the arrow flew out of the string.