My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

It was the first time for Song Yixing to look forward to the vertigo coming, so when the gradually familiar vertigo came, Song Yixing almost cried with joy, finally!At!cut!field!scene!up!

During the short period of blank space between the horizontal jump to the next obsession, the voices of the Baoyang Taoist priests who had been holding back their minds for a long time finally sounded.

- Master Uncle: "Little Xingxing...you... are a bit out of place."

- The second uncle couldn't help but said: "Is this the time for love and love?"

-Little Martial Uncle: "The overall situation is the most important thing!"

But fortunately, Lu Qian still turned to Song Yixing, and Song Yixing could only hear his master's voice as loud as a bell: "What the hell, did you pay? Is this something you non-paying viewers can fucking listen to?"

Song Yixing: "..."

Might as well just leave him alone.

Soon, the dizziness gradually disappeared.In order for Song Yixing to adapt to the upcoming obsession as soon as possible, several unpaid non-VIP viewers of Baoyang Taoist Temple were silent.

Song Yixing took advantage of this time to feel melancholy for a while, his ghost king was injured and lost an arm, there was Yang Guo in ancient times, and now there is Zhai Guo.

But Yang Guo was accompanied by the little dragon girl, but he, the little deaf star, could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and watch.

Damn, I feel so sorry for him.

Thinking of this, the dizziness completely disappeared.

Song Yixing opened his eyes again, and in his field of vision was no longer the bedroom, but a palace like a conference room instead. Song Yixing thought, if he guessed correctly, this should be the study room where the emperors of all dynasties held meetings.

Of course he was sitting in the chief seat, but it was not himself who could speak, but a minister who looked like Obai.

When Song Yixing fully devoted himself to this obsession, "thoughts" began to rotate flexibly in his mind.

'Thought': dog stuff.

'Thinking': Don't you just want me to die suddenly!What kind of elixir are you talking about, you will be plagued!Dog into it!

'Thought': I just ate your elixir, and if I want to kill you, it's just a matter of sending that ghost surnamed Zhai with one hand!I am exhausted for you!

Song Yixingxin said that his mouth seems to be the same in several lifetimes, which is a little owed.

He sorted it out based on his "thoughts" and what he saw and heard, because the emperor didn't believe in the ability of alchemists before, but the alchemists recovered what they saw with their own eyes, so he brought up the matter of alchemy that was temporarily suppressed.

I am afraid that this minister is the confidant that the late emperor found for the emperor, and his words are also high-sounding.It is said that the emperor is the real dragon emperor, and their confidant ministers are loyal to the emperor, so naturally they want to send the emperor back to where he came from.

Hearing this, Song Yixing felt that he would be sorry for their hard work if he didn't die.

However, 'thought' is very clear that the 'confidant minister' is just looking for a legitimate reason to usurp the throne, so that the people of the world know that the emperor has become a fairy, rather than being killed by usurpers.When the emperor himself became a fairy, the "confidant ministers" worked hard and made great achievements, so they took over the throne.

Not only is there no eternal infamy, maybe it will go down in history.

Simply beautifully done.

Going to the study room to discuss, Song Yixing saw that Wuming was also there, because he didn't know whether this Wuming should exist in his obsession, or the Wuming possessed like himself, he suppressed his worries about Zhai Yan and let his instinct go. Talk to them.

Song Yixing glanced at Wuming, and said, "Can alchemists really make elixir? Can I really become a fairy after eating elixir?"

Wuming said: "This is nature."

Song Yixing sneered and said: "Alchemists are Taoists, right? Taoists just chase after one who attains Taoism and becomes an immortal. It is so difficult to refine an elixir. Why don't alchemists use it themselves? Otherwise, alchemists can refine the elixir for immortality, and they must also be able to refine the elixir for immortality." Elixir of Immortality, if you don’t want an elixir, you can eat it, and give me the Elixir of Immortality. After the alchemist becomes a fairy, I will definitely build a temple for the alchemist and let the people of Dazhou worship it.”

"..." Wuming glanced at Song Yixing, instead of facing Song Yixing's question directly, he said, "Your Majesty doesn't believe in poverty."

Song Yixing paused, 'Thought' sensed the unknown threat.Maybe Wuming is going to release a ghost to scare him again, 'Thought' thinks so, it's been half a month since I last saw him, and I don't know if the ghost's injury has recovered.After all, he helped me kill that dog eunuch, so I should say thank you in person...

So he said: "If I want to believe you, I have to show some real skills."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'true ability', beating Wuming to make trouble with that ghost.

Wuming just said indifferently: "Your Majesty, don't worry."

After the meeting, Song Yixing didn't want to go back to the bedroom, so he walked around elsewhere in the palace.There are a group of people behind him, but none of them are his people, they are all sent to monitor him, and his every move will be transmitted to the ears of the 'confidant minister'.

Song Yixing looked up at the gray sky, and felt that this life was really boring. This palace was obviously his home, but no one in the family turned towards him, and all of them wanted his life. A feeling of exhaustion made his nose sore, and he almost wanted to cry.

The emperor turned his back to the crowd, and he kept his head looking up at the sky, with two tears streaming from his eyes. He wrote an impromptu poem: Those who fly in the sky, run on the ground, swim in the water, those who live, those who live, those who live long The short-lived ones are all dogs!

Song Yixing: "..."

And it fucking rhymes.

It seems that he is not Li Yu, and he can't write "Once he is a subject, he will sink his waist and wear away his temples."On the most hasty resignation day from the temple, the Jiaofang still plays the farewell song, and weeps to the poems like Gong'e①', but the melancholy is not lost.

The confidant minister did not hire any decent tutor for the emperor, so he taught the emperor to recognize a few big characters. After all, the more you read, the more you will understand, so it is difficult to control.

Since ancient times, how many puppet emperors have kept a low profile and counterattacked after they became full-winged.

The emperor wrote this poem so that all the palace people behind him hid their laughter, and the emperor didn't make a sound when they heard their laughter.

He lowered his head and looked deeply at the stream flowing under his feet. The world is uncertain, and it is not certain who will die.

Song Yixing himself was slightly shocked, and couldn't help feeling a little admiration for himself. Now he doesn't have this kind of mentality. The emperor is lowering the defense of his confidant ministers against him!

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, the emperor turned and went back to the bedroom. Sure enough, after he returned, there were fewer people guarding him.

Some time ago, the evil ghosts were haunting the palace, and all the people who died were the confidants. Presumably the alchemists wanted to release the ghosts to act as demons.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As soon as the emperor returned to the palace, he lay down on the dragon couch, which was partially covered by a veil. The emperor carefully picked a small brick on the wall next to the dragon couch. Before the brick was picked off, the palace was suddenly quiet. down.

Although it was considered quiet just now, the emperor is always more vigilant than ordinary people when he is in prison, and the sound of breathing in the bedroom has disappeared.

As soon as the emperor turned around, he saw the ghost looking down at his hands, which were covered in blood, and there were rows of corpses on the ground.

The emperor hurriedly got back the small piece of the wall, but before he could completely cover the dark pavilion, his arm was grabbed by the ghost.

The emperor was startled, there was...

The ghost finally raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid."

Song Yixing used the third perspective, looking at his past life like an audience.I thought that Zhai Yan really deserved to be Zhai Yan, and couldn't find the point at all.Was he frightened by Zhai Yan in his previous life? Wasn't it because he was afraid that Zhai Yan would discover his plan to counterattack?

The emperor choked and realized this, and stammered, "Yes... I was indeed frightened by you."

Zhai Yan's raised eyebrows drooped again, he succeeded, then what?

The fun is only satisfied for a moment, and then it becomes more dull, because Zhai Yan no longer knows what fun it is to be a ghost, and he will be controlled by the enemy day after day in his life that has no longer counted.

Song Yixing felt that the strength in his arm had disappeared, and the ghost was about to leave again.The emperor opened his mouth: "Zhai..."

Zhai didn't know what kind of emperor he was, so he simply said, "Don't leave yet!"

The ghost looked at him.

The emperor thought for a while, and boldly walked to the lower part of the palace, dipped his finger in the blood winding on the gold brick, and wrote a few words.

The thick blood penetrated into the nostrils, making it difficult for the emperor to breathe, but there was no way, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the palace would be counted every day.

The emperor's finger wrote: Is the person who ordered you an alchemist?

The ghost looked at him.

The emperor wrote: Can't you say it?

The ghost thought about it and nodded.

This answer is actually clear enough, the emperor wrote again: You are not loyal to him.

There was an undisguised hatred between the ghost's brows, and the emperor was frightened by the ghost's ferocious expression, so he calmed down before continuing to write: He wants to kill me.

The ghost didn't shake his head or nod. The ghost didn't know what was going on.

After the emperor asked these questions, his heart was clear, he thought for a while, and then wrote: Do you want to get out of his control.

The ghost didn't nod immediately, but looked at the emperor quietly. Did the ghost think that the emperor had this ability.Because those celestial masters can't, let alone this ordinary person who is easily frightened by himself.

But the ghost finally nodded.

The emperor smiled at the ghost and wrote: How about you and I working together?

The ghost pursed his lips and said, "Don't laugh."

The emperor froze for a moment, then looked at the ghost suspiciously: "Why?"

Ghost: "It looks good."

emperor:"……"

If it was Song Yixing himself, he would have to understand Zhai Yan's meaning for a while, but the emperor realized it quickly.

The emperor knew that if he refused to eat the elixir, the alchemist would let this ghost kill him sooner or later. He smiled so beautifully, and the ghost might feel more guilty when he killed him.

So the emperor quickly stopped laughing and erased the words written on the ground one by one, while the ghost watched him deal with it.

The emperor was wiping the floor while vomiting, blood was all over his body, his whole face turned pale, he was really tired of such days.

After finally finishing wiping, the emperor sat on the ground prostratedly, caught a glimpse of the ghost who had been looking at him, and suddenly asked, "Did you really forget your name?"

The ghost still said: "Too long to die."

The emperor became interested, sat cross-legged on the floor, tilted his head to look at the ghost and said, "I give you... May I give you a name?"

The ghost didn't answer, and seemed uninterested.

The emperor said, "Yan! Zhai Yan!"

Song Yixing was slightly taken aback, although he guessed that Zhai Yan's name was given by himself when the emperor asked him his name, but seeing this scene, he still had a lot of emotions.

Disgust means hatred, which is the antonym of the word 'xi'.

After you forget this name, it is the name that takes away all the hatred for you, and may all that is left behind be joy and worry-free.