How to become a qualified ghost master [Gu Jian III]

Mount Taihua has been shrouded in ice and snow for many days, but the weather has been fine in recent days, and the gentle sunlight has filled the entire Taihua Temple, as if it illuminated all the shaded places.

In the early morning, Wu Yan knocked on the door of Ah Ruan's room, and Ah Ruan had already woken up, but was just eating some pastries in the house.As soon as he heard the knock on the door, Ah Ruan hurriedly swallowed the pastry and shouted: "Here we come!"

The door opened with a creak, and Ah Ruan smiled sweetly: "Wu Yan, what do you want from me?"

Wu Yan slightly lowered his head and let it go: "I was entrusted by someone to come and see how your body is doing?"

"Ah," Ah Ruan's voice was deep, a little frustrated, "it must be Yi Ze, I made him worry."

"Miss Ah Ruan, don't worry so much. Living in this world with friends and relatives, sometimes it's best to be self-willed." People who are too sensible really bear too much.

"Thank you." Ah Ruan smiled again.

Wu Yan led A Ruan to the flower clusters growing in the ice and snow. He wanted to use the spiritual power of plants and trees to detect the escape of A Ruan's spiritual power.

"Enter!" Wu Yan twitched his fingertips, and a ray of spiritual power sank into A Ruan's body. He closed his eyes and felt A Ruan's current situation through his spiritual power.

Involuntarily, he frowned, Ah Ruan's condition was very bad, his inner spiritual power was broken and thin.

A Ruan is like a bottle with a hole poked in it, her spiritual power is like the water in the bottle keeps flowing, and if things go on like this, the bottle will be empty, and that's when she will turn into dewweed.

Wu Yan sighed softly, and Ah Ruan twisted his body: "Is it bad, I know."

"I'll try to see if I can introduce spiritual power into your body. If a balance can be achieved, maybe you can still be saved." Everyone's spiritual power will dissipate, but everyone will practice, and their spiritual power will be replenished. It is said that without spiritual power is to become an ordinary person.But Ah Ruan, if she has no spiritual power, it means she has no life.

He frowned tightly, and slowly poured the aura in the air into A Ruan's body, and at the moment when it was about to be sent into the meridian, he vaguely felt the force of repulsion.

Wu Yan didn't give up, wanted to try again, and sent it into Ah Ruan's body in a roundabout way.

It's a pity that Ah Ruan is like a person who eats and doesn't get fat, he can't absorb it.

It's really hard to do...

Can the fragmented spirit of the sword heart only absorb aura when it is dew grass?Why is it not possible after becoming a human being.

Wu Yan believes that there must be a solution, but he hasn't found it yet, maybe he should think about it, maybe he can start with the formation of Ah Ruan.

A Ruan's birthplace is Wushan, Wu Yan turned his head in thought and said secretly: "Let's go to Wushan."

The last time I went to Wushan was to use my spiritual power to help Prince Changqin reshape his body. This time there was another big event. Wu Yan felt that he really couldn't take time off, because he was born with a lot of work.

Ah Ruan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if there is no other way."

In fact, it is very good to know everyone and see so many scenery. Although there are still many regrets, she is really lucky.

"Miss Ah Ruan has a good attitude, I will try my best." Wu Yan suddenly felt that what he was doing was meaningful, and he also wanted to do his best to help.

After returning home, he shared his thoughts with Jinyun, and Jinyun firmly supported them. The reason they had the opportunity to live in this world was probably to help more people in need, do more good deeds, and reduce tragedies.

"I'll lend you this thing." Wu Yan then took out the Yanjia that recorded the beautiful scenery and gave it to A Ruan.

Ah Ruan's eyes widened: "Borrow me?"

Wu Yan taught her how to use it, and A Ruan's eyes kept projecting the different scenery and beauties collected by him and Jin Yun in the world. The more A Ruan looked at it, the more she liked it.

She was very grateful: "You are such a nice person."

"Originally these are for my relatives to see, now let me borrow you for a while, so that I can see all the beautiful scenery in the world and eat all the delicacies, so it's not in vain."

"Yes!" Ah Ruan agreed very much, "The food is delicious."

Wu Yan suggested: "How about I call Jinyun and ask Jinyun to give us barbecue."

"Okay, okay."

Jinyun, who was caught cooking, was so happy that they went to the mountain to hunt wild game, picked wild mushrooms, and started grilling on the spot.

Wu Yan also conjured pots and pans to cook soup for Jinyun. Jinyun's movements were smooth and smooth, as if he had done it so many times.

Ah Ruan held her small face in anticipation: "It smells so good, Jinyun, your craftsmanship is as good as Xiao Yezi."

Le Wuyi has been able to eat since he was a child, and he also likes to make food by himself. His roasted pork leg is Ah Ruan's favorite.The person who can make Ah Ruan boast so much has absolutely top-notch cooking skills.

Xia Yi, who was looking for someone, could smell the smell of meat from a distance, and they followed without hesitation.

It happened that Jinyun pulled out the bone knife on his body and cut the barbecue into pieces. The outside of the cut barbecue was charred and tender inside, and the soup stewed next to it was gurgling, exuding the fragrance of the fusion of meat and plants.

Xia Yi: ...

Seeing that Wu Yan invited them to sit down and eat together, Aruan said coquettishly, "Yize, can you give me a little bit of yours? Just a little bit."

Yi smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you all of mine."

The person who always feeds dog food to others is also fed dog food by others today, what a reincarnation.

Jinyun scooped up the first bowl of soup for Wu Yan, picked out the best meat and mushrooms, and then scooped it up for Ah Ruan and the others.

Where would Wu Yan sit and watch as Jinyun had nothing to eat, so he picked up the meat with chopsticks and brought it to Jinyun's lips.

He smiled: "Jinyun, let's eat together."

Everyone had a full meal, and Le Wuyi felt that although this was not the most exquisite and delicious food he had ever eaten, it was the happiest he had ever eaten.

It's great to eat, chat, and talk together.

Jin Yun looked at the firewood as if it wasn't enough: "I'll go and chop some firewood and come back."

Wu Yan also said, "I'm with you."

The two walked quickly, Wu Yan pointed at Jinyun and drew out his sword to chop it down. With a splash, a pile of firewood fell to the ground.

Jinyun's swordsmanship is very convenient to use here, Wu Yanmeizi used the technique to tie up the firewood and prepared to carry it away.

At this time, they suddenly saw the figure in the white and blue robe standing there.

The Taoist in this dress had white hair Shengxue, eyebrows frosted, and a red pendant on his waist. Wu Yan immediately remembered who it was. It was Baili Tusu's master, the real Ziyin of Tianyong City.

Zi Yin looked indifferent, and stood with her hands behind her back, only her eyes were fixed on the sword in Jin Yun's hand.

Perhaps, probably, I have never seen such a simple and rough use of a sword...

"This sword is made by the ancient method, but the sword has not been more than ten years old, which is a bit strange." Zi Yin thought to himself, he wanted to meet the person who made the sword, the ancient sword-making technique has long been lost, and he loves swords all his life. Sword, will naturally pursue these.

What a sword idiot, Wu Yan thought for a while.

Jinyun felt a little uncomfortable, put the sword back into its sheath, took Wu Yan's hand, and prepared to change places.

Seeing this, Ziyin couldn't help but said: "Excuse me, is the swordsmith who cast this handle still there?"

The author has something to say:

I was planning to write 500 words to sleep with my friend, and then——

Sure enough, people's potential is huge. I was able to finish writing before 11 o'clock, just in time to go to bed. Good night, everyone.