Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    The afternoon sun shines on the courtyard, which is warm and comfortable.

    Su Yi was sitting in a bamboo chair, tying up a bunch of green wicker.

    The courtyard has been thoroughly cleaned and is spacious and clean.

    Hu Quan also carefully added quilts, bedding and other items, and repaired the vegetable border and pergola.

    Three physicians including Wu Guangbin have returned to Xinghuang Medical Center for consultation.

    It was Su Yi, the shopkeeper, who was at ease.

    "Brother Su, what is this rooster for?"

    Not far away, Huang Qianjun was boringly teasing a rooster he just bought.

    This bird is extremely ferocious, with sharp claws and beaks, walking like the wind, and singing loudly.

    Huang Ganjun brought more than ten servants together, and almost dug the city market three feet, only to find such a majestic big cock.

    "Kill, let blood."

    Su Yi casually ordered.

    After going through today's events, he suddenly found that it is not bad to have a chores by his side, which can save a lot of time and energy.

    "Okay."

    Huang Qianjun took out a short knife from his waist and started to work.

    Not long after, he brought a bowl of bright red chicken blood to Su Yi.

    "Okay, it's none of your business, you can go home."

    Su Yi picked up a bundle of wicker sticks and dipped the tip of the willow in the bowl of chicken blood.

    Huang Qianjun hesitated: "Brother Su, in my opinion, all the people who worked for Wen Changqing in Xinghuang Medical Center were driven away by you. If Wen Changqing knew, he would definitely not give up. Don't want me to ask my father to warn Wen Changqing?"

    Su Yi glanced at him and said, "If you are interested, go and find out for me, who is the best at casting weapons in Guangling City."

    Huang Qianjun lifted his spirits and said: "Brother Su, this is so easy to do, my Huang family monopolizes the refining business in the city, and there are more than 30 people just for refining masters. Say what kind of weapon you want to refine, I promise to let the best refiner work for you!"

    Su Yi then realized that the three clans in Guangling City, the Wen family monopolized the herbal business, the Li family monopolized the grain and grain business, and the Huang family monopolized the refining business.

    "I plan to forge a sword." Su Yi said.

    Huang Qianjun suddenly smiled and said: "Casting swords? Then go to Wang Tianyang, Wang Lao's way of making swords is a must in Guangling City. Ask the old man for a good sword."

    Su Yi nodded and said, "You come here early tomorrow morning and take me to see him."

    Huang Qianjun readily agreed and said, "Brother Su, is there anything else?"

    He is extremely enthusiastic when it comes to serving Su Yi.

    "Go home."

    Su Yi waved his hand.

    "Brother Su, then I'll come back tomorrow."

     Huang Qianjun saluted and left.

    He is very interesting, and if he sticks to Su Yi's side all the time, he will also provoke the other party's annoyance.

    Like when he used to go to the brothel, the most annoying thing was the squires his father sent to him...

    After soaking the tied wicker in the rooster's blood, Su Yi picked up another knife and chopped it on a three-foot green peach wood.

    As the fine wood chips peeled off, a mahogany sword soon took shape.

    Afterwards, Su Yi got up from the bamboo chair, raised the peach wood sword in front of him and looked at it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

    "Just waiting for tonight."

    Su Yi waved the peach wood sword casually, and glanced at the green wicker soaked in the blood of the rooster.

    The gaze shifted and fell on the old locust tree not far from the courtyard.

    The locust, the ghost in the wood!

    This tree is yin, and it is most likely to attract ghosts and evils to parasitize on it.

      ".

    "This well is obviously blocked, so it seems that someone has already noticed that there is a problem with this well."

    "But no one told me this..."

    Su Yi was thoughtful.

    …

    The writer.

    Wen Changqing's residence.

    "Father, just got the news, that **** Su Yi took over the business of Xinghuang Medical Center on the first day, and kicked all the servants of our family away, this is not to beat our family. face?"

    Wen Jieyuan said angrily.

    "I didn't expect this trash to be so cruel."

    Wen Changqing frowned and said, "Where is he now?"

    Wen Jieyuan said: "It is said that he settled in the haunted house behind Xinghuang Medical Center."

    "Huh?"

    "Why is this?" Wen Jieyuan was startled.

    Wen Changqing recalled: "Nine years ago, there was a tragic incident in that haunted house, and a doctor and two pharmacists who lived in it all died suddenly and violently overnight."

    "This incident has caused a stir in the city, and has seriously affected the business of our Xinghuang Medical Center."

    "I spent a lot of money to hire a famous wandering Taoist priest."

    "This person's name is Wu Ruoqiu. When he entered the haunted house, he said that there was a vicious ghost attached to the well next to the old locust tree!"

    "According to Wu Daoshi's statement, unless you have a master-level cultivation, no one can descend to that ghost!"

    Hearing this, Wen Jieyuan was startled and said, "What happened later?"

    Wen Changqing said: "Wu Taoist asked me to forge a batch of chains, and sealed the well with Qimen secret techniques, saying that as long as the living people do not live in that courtyard, the other Ghosts will never appear again."

    Wen Jieyuan heard this and suddenly understood, "So, as long as Su Yi lives in that haunted house tonight, he will surely die?"

    Wen Changqing laughed, "It should be like this, this year, I have not understood why the old lady insisted that Ling Zhao marry this Su Yi. But no matter what, if Su Yi is this To die is a good thing for our Wen family."

    Wen Jieyuan nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, now cousin Lingzhao is about to become a 'master disciple', how can such an identity be matched by Su Yi's trash? He only needs to die, right Cousin Lingzhao is also a good thing."

    Wen Changqing's expression suddenly became serious, and said: "This matter must not be disclosed to others, or let others know, we know that there is a problem with the haunted house, and we still do not remind Su Yi, it is inevitable It will be a bit of a drag.”

    Wen Jieyuan smiled and agreed, "I understand, this is calling him suicide, do you really think Xinghuang Medical Center is so easy to get? Speaking of which, it should be the one who killed him Su Yi. His mother-in-law Qin Qing is right."

    Wen Changqing scolded: "Don't be presumptuous, that's your third aunt and Ling Zhao's mother, remember to show some respect in the future!"

    Wen Jieyuan nodded in disapproval.

    Night is falling.

    After a busy day, Xinghuang Medical Center has called

    Closed.

    In the courtyard, Su Yi was sitting alone in the room, breathing and meditating, with qi and blood circulating all over his body, constantly kneading the fascia of his whole body.

    This is the third level of "strengthening tendons" in the blood-moving realm.

    The so-called strengthening of tendons is to use Qi and blood to temper the fascia of the whole body, making it as tough as a bowstring and soft as cotton wool, so that the body becomes as flexible as a civet cat.

    The so-called rise like an arrow, fall like the wind, move like a civet cat, and can do things that are difficult for ordinary people to do.

    The core of all this lies in "strengthening the tendons".

    After the fascia is tempered, the strength of the whole body will also skyrocket.

    In the cultivation of the blood-moving realm, it has been recognized since ancient times that "it is easy to refine the skin and flesh, but the muscles and bones are difficult."

    For a long time, Su Yi got up from the meditation and drank the prepared cup of ginseng tea, feeling the boiling power of the whole body, he couldn't help but look forward to his actions tonight.

    Since his reincarnation, he has not really fought in a real sense.

    Who would have thought that the first opponent could be a ghost?

    Next, Su Yi picked up the bundled wicker and peach wood sword, walked out of the room, moved a bamboo chair, and sat casually in front of the stone steps.

    The peach wood sword was leaned against the side of the bamboo chair by Su Yi.

    When he really needs a sword, it means he needs to be real.

    "If you change to other blood-moving realms, even if you encounter ordinary ghosts, I'm afraid they will not be your opponents. However, I had a fight with Ximing Ghost Emperor in my previous life. Give me a [Shura Sutra of the Ten Directions], it is said to be the supreme Taoist scripture in the eyes of ghost Xiuyi..."

    Su Yi sat there, his thoughts were flying.

    The night wind is blowing, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

    It was almost early morning, the lights on the streets of Guangling City had been extinguished one after another, and the darkness was like a tide, submerging the earth.

    The whole city seemed to have calmed down from the lively and fell into sleep, only the occasional barking of dogs came from afar.

    The sky is cloudy tonight, obscuring the stars.

    In the courtyard where Su Yi was, only a candle in the room was flickering, and it looked dim and dim through the window paper.

    He held the wicker in his hand and sat quietly in the darkness of the night. He was neither impatient nor impatient, calm and peaceful.

    Only in that pair of eyes, there is a little bit of anticipation.

    Suddenly, on the old locust tree in the courtyard, the branches swayed, the leaves rustled, and in the night it was like a whispering sound.

    The air suddenly became cold, like a cold winter, piercing the bone marrow.

    Hoo~

    On the ground, as soon as a locust leaf fell, it was swept up by a gust of wind, flying in the ink-like night, like countless shadows dancing wildly.

    Su Yi's cyan robe was rattled by the wind.

    His pupils narrowed slightly.

    When a gust of wind blew the fallen leaves, he finally moved.

    Right arm raised, wrist shake.

    A bundle of soft wicker with a faint blood-colored luster suddenly stretched and lashed down in the void.

    Pop!

    Crisp like thunder, exploding in the night.

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