My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

Song Yixing became excited when he was on the head, which had nothing to do with the 'thought' in my mind. ! !

Under the veil, several wisps of evil spirit entangled and pulled in the air.

Song Yixing was in a hurry, and said in his heart, quickly, quickly, quickly change into a human form!

In the field of vision, the evil spirit is not as strong as after a thousand years, but it is more than enough to scare others.Song Yixing could feel his heart beating in his chest, half excited and half frightened.

Finally, the evil spirit transformed into a human form, and Song Yixing saw Di Yan standing beside the beam.The figure is ethereal, and he is looking up at Song Yixing expressionlessly.

Song Yixing looked at Di Yan, Di Yan's face was very gloomy, and there was no light in his eyes.

Looking at each other, Song Yixing blurted out: "I... I am not afraid of you!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yixing felt a strong wind howling, and the next second, Di Yan grabbed his neck.

One person and one ghost were so close that their noses seemed to collide.

At close range, Song Yixing saw that there were many burn marks on Zhai Yan's face, and there were hideous scars all over his shoulders and body.

Song Yixing is very familiar with these scars, which are the marks left by beating the penis with a weapon.

Song Yixing's heart suddenly felt distressed, but he didn't dare to show it too much.Just now Song Yixing discovered that if his emotions were too strong, they would overwhelm the emotions of his body, and then he would not know what to do and what to say next.

The feeling of suffocation in the neck made Song Yixing's whole face turn red, but Zhai Yan's voice could be heard clearly.

Zhai Yan: "Are you afraid now?"

Song Yixing: "...No!"

Zhai Yan stared at him for a long time, then let go of him.

Fresh air penetrated into the lungs, Song Yixing supported the dragon couch with one hand, and coughed violently while covering his chest with the other hand.When Song Yixing regained his strength, and looked up again, there was still Zhai Yan's figure.

Song Yixing thought to himself, is this the first time we met? I love it, it's really unforgettable!

But when he thought of Zhai Yan's injuries, he panicked, God knows he couldn't bear to caress Zhai Yan's wounds.He had no choice but to send the most vicious curse in the world to Wuming in his heart. After a few words, his head suddenly became dizzy.

The people outside the 'Dian Zhu Sha Yin' saw that something was wrong with Song Yixing, and quickly threw in the sound transmission talisman:

- The little uncle said: "Song Yixing, this obsession is coming to an end! Focus on not getting out of your body..."

Song Yixing gritted his teeth and tried his best to attach himself. Not only that, he clenched his right hand tightly thinking that once he was separated from Wuming and found him, he would pinch the blood to open the barrier of Qiankun in his sleeve.

Fortunately, the dizziness disappeared when Song Yixing was about to collapse, followed by a breathless feeling of weightlessness, fortunately, the feeling of weightlessness only lasted for a short moment.

It was as if he had fallen from a height and was caught again, except that he broke out in a cold sweat and his soul was chasing after him.

Song Yixing came to a new obsession.

This cold sweat came from his body, Song Yixing saw a green-faced ghost with fangs very close at hand when he opened his eyes.

Song Yixing: "..."

The voice of the green-faced ghost with fangs did not fluctuate, but Song Yixing was very familiar with the tone.The ghost asked, "Are you afraid?"

Song Yixing: "..."

He hadn't recovered from the dizziness and weightlessness, so he opened his mouth and answered, "...not afraid."

The blue-faced fangs moved a little away, tilted his head and looked at himself.

Song Yixing tried his best to hold back his laughter, he finally knew how that ghost portrait came about, and now Zhai Yan is exactly the same as in the ghost portrait!There is no difference.

Zhai Yan, you are so cute!Song Yixing secretly laughed in his heart.

Although the senses brought by the body are still cold all over, Song Yixing pays attention to this obsession.

Same as the obsession in the previous paragraph, it is still the emperor's bedroom, but judging from the clothes on his body and the extra scars on Zhai Yan's body, this meeting should be a short period of time since the first meeting.

Zhai Yan got this unsurprising answer and turned to leave.

Song Yixing heard himself call out to him: "You have harmed so many people, why didn't you harm me alone!"

This sentence made Zhai Yan look at him more, but he didn't say anything.The evil spirit disappeared into the bedroom in a whirl.

The second obsession is not long, there is only such a fragment.

When the dizziness and weightlessness hit again, Song Yixing was already very familiar with it, and he was able to touch his chest with his hands freely during the scene changes.

There was a strange feeling there, Song Yixing knew what this feeling was, it was curiosity.

In this life, he also had this sense of curiosity when he fell in love with Zhai Yanxin, and the sense of curiosity urged him to frantically want to know this person who has his own aesthetic points all over his body.But the curiosity at this time is different, Song Yixing can't tell what is different, but this feeling is not uncomfortable.

Dizziness disappears.

Song Yixing came to the third obsession.

The location is still the bedroom, but the other person is not on the bed anyway.

Instead, he was crouching in front of the gold case, holding a brush and drawing something.

As soon as Song Yixing grasped his body, he couldn't wait to use his peripheral vision to find Zhai Yan's figure. There were no palace guards waiting in the palace, and it was empty, only the slight sound of the tip of the pen falling on the rice paper.

He just went to see the painting.

When I saw it, I laughed in my heart.

It turns out that Zhai Yan's ghost portrait was painted by him...

'Thought' muttered to himself in his head: he doesn't look like a ghost, so why is he working for a tiger.

'Thinking': Is this what it looks like? I shouldn't have drawn it wrong.

Song Yixing listened to the words of 'thoughts' in his head like a bystander, and suddenly felt a chill on his forehead, and then raised his eyes, the ghost came again.

This time Zhai Yan had more scars than the previous two.

Not waiting for Zhai Yan to ask 'are you afraid', the body took the initiative to answer: "Not afraid."

Zhai Yan: "..."

In fact, Song Yixing could feel the fear in his body, but it was much less than the previous two times, and he just tried his best to keep calm.

Song Yixing: "Have you seen my dragon robe?"

Zhai hated to look at him.

Song Yixing: "I'm asking you something!"

Zhai Yan: "And then."

Song Yixing: "I am the Son of Heaven, so naturally I am not afraid of evil spirits."

Zhai Yan fell silent.

Every time he said 'not afraid', Zhai Yan wanted to leave.

Song Yixing asked after saying this: "You...why do you insist on scaring me?"

Zhai Yan looked at him, and then at Song Yixing's paintings.

Song Yixing seemed to have discovered some little secret, and hurriedly used some irrelevant memorials to block the painting.

Zhai Yan: "Order."

Song Yixing was stunned, although Zhai Yan's tone was calm, but Song Yixing could still hear that he couldn't help himself.

Probably the same people who have fallen into the sky, Song Yixing felt the curiosity in his chest intensified a lot.

He asked, "What's your name?"

Zhai Yan: "Zhai..."

Song Yixing: "Zhai what?"

Zhai Yan: "Forgot."

Song Yixing Nahan said: "Your name is given by your parents, you can still forget it."

The word 'parents' struck a certain string in Zhai Yan, making his dull eyes a bit darker, like a thick layer of haze.

After a long time, Zhai Yan said: "Too long to die."

Song Yixing let his body communicate with Di Yan, but he himself was always paying attention to Di Yan. Di Yan showed very little expression, but Song Yixing knew him well, and knew that the corners of Di Yan's eyes drooped slightly. This man was sad.

Zhai Yan, when you find out Wuming, I will give you a hug!

Song Yixing thought about it in his own mind, and asked: "The injury on your body..."

Zhai Yan looked down at the wound on his body, Wuming ordered him to scare the emperor mad, and asked the emperor to beg him to catch ghosts, but he failed.

The emperor is not afraid of killing so many people.

After being frightened this time, the emperor is not afraid.

Since the matter was not done, Wuming naturally wanted to punish him.

But Zhai Yan didn't want to say it, and there was no need to tell the emperor, anyway, the emperor would die in his hands sooner or later.

So Zhai Yan didn't say anything, when the evil spirit was about to dissipate again——

"Escort!"

Sharp and piercing.

A voice came from outside, which did not belong to Zhai Yan. Song Yixing remembered that it seemed to be the voice of the eunuch who appeared in the previous obsession.

Then there was the sound of breaking the door vigorously, Song Yixing felt his body stiff for a moment, then looked at Zhai Yan, and found that Zhai Yan raised his eyes to look outside the palace door.

There were many people coming in, and when Zhai Yan saw someone, his already dark eyes became even colder.

The instinct of the body made Song Yixing shudder, and then Song Yixing couldn't control it, or his body couldn't control it, and followed Zhai Yan's gaze.

Both the body and Song Yixing sank.

Alchemist.

nameless.

Wuming was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, the eunuch looked at the color of Wuming's Taoist robe, endured his displeasure and said: "Please alchemist to do the trick!"

Wuming pinched his fingers with his right hand, and Zhai Yan suddenly ran away, his body swelled in an instant, and he rushed towards the eunuch in a flash.

Seeing this ugly and terrifying evil spirit, the eunuch was so frightened that he couldn't move, only heard the sound of 'tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick' sound, a smell of urine and blood spread in Nuo Da's bedroom.

Then with a 'click', the eunuch's head was twisted off by the ghost.

Then Wuming calmly took out the copper coin sword, and pierced the ghost's chest with one sword.

Nameless, my □□ uncle!

Song Yixing felt a sudden pain in his heart, it was his own emotion, and he was instantly overwhelmed by the fright of his body and the refreshment that followed.

Others can't see it, maybe even myself in this life can't see it.Taoism regards the left as good and the right as evil, so you should use your left hand to invite incense, but Wu Mingfang pinches your fingers with your right hand.

Wuming manipulated the ghost to kill the eunuch.

Song Yixing tried his best to calm down, watching Wuming draw out the copper coin sword, the ghost's body trembled and returned to human form, he curled up on the cold floor, a big hole was opened in his chest, and black evil spirit continued to overflow from it.

However, he opened his eyes without any emotion, as if he was used to such manipulation.

He just tilted his head and saw Song Yixing and the painting fluttering down from the dragon table in a panic. The painting landed on the floor paved with gold bricks. He could see the content of the painting at a glance, so he frowned.

Wuming also looked at Song Yixing at this moment: "Your Majesty, how are you?"

Song Yixing's body became stiff and petrified. He hated this scene so much that he suppressed all the original emotions in his body. Instinct could no longer guide Song Yixing to talk and do it. Now he had to do it all by himself.

But he didn't know what he said or did in his previous life at this time.

The voices of the Yang Taoists in their minds came:

-Lu Qian: "Song Yixing!"

- Uncle Master: "Little Xing Xing!"