Su Yiwen Lingzhao

     "The cork is a piece of soul-soothing wood, so it seems that Wu Rouqiu used it as a soul-raising gourd."

    Su Yi thought of this, and his eyes became strange.

     With a fingertip, the cork that sealed the mouth of the gourd fell off, followed by a burst of scarlet ghost mist.

    woooooooo~~

    The ghosts and mists are dense, revealing an evil atmosphere and suppressing the mind.

    A baby appeared in the ghost fog, only three or four years old, pale complexion, scarlet pupils, originally innocent and lovely face like a layer of blood red rouge smeared, strangely infiltrating.

    When the child appeared, a terrible and ferocious aura spread like a tide, and the grass and trees in the courtyard withered and withered in an instant.

    On the old locust tree not far away, the red-dressed female ghost screamed in horror: "Ghost baby! This is the ghost baby that Taoist Wu has raised for six years!"

    Almost at the same time, the ghost baby's lips let out a cry like a cry, and the mouth suddenly split open, revealing two rows of long and narrow fangs as sharp as a saw blade.

     Biting hard at Su Yi who is close at hand!

    What's faster than this is a sword from Su Yi's right hand.

    Pfft!

    The peach wood sword slammed into the ghost baby's open mouth, piercing the ghost baby's body, and strung it on the sword.

    Peach wood naturally restrains ghosts.

    The piece of green peach wood that Huang Qianjun helped Su Yi choose has a 20-year-old age, and it contains pure yang qi.

    Cheee!

    Black smoke billowed from the ghost baby's body, his cheeks were twisted in pain, he screamed, and frantically struggled to kill Su Yi.

    But in vain.

    In the blink of an eye, the ghost baby's soul body was incinerated and vanished.

    Su Yi threw the sword away and looked at the yellow-skinned gourd again, "Yes, this thing was obviously born in the spiritual land, it has a trace of spirituality, and it is extremely in this mortal world. rare."

    He has seen that this yellow-skinned gourd is Wu Rouqiu's trump card.

    If the other party used this thing as soon as he came up, it might really cause him some trouble.

    "Come out."

    Su Yi sat back on the bamboo chair and played with the crystal yellow gourd.

    The female ghost in red swept up from the old locust tree, tremblingly floating in the void, lowered her head, and said weakly:

    "Xianshi, please don't kill me, I...I can serve you."

    "What do you know?"

    Su Yi is very interested.

    Thinking for a while, then said timidly: "Singing and dancing, playing the piano and flute, playing chess and painting...I know a little bit about it."

    Su Yi was stunned, what is this, a versatile female ghost?

    Qingwan is wearing a blood-red dress, her body is petite, her complexion is snow-white and transparent, and her beautiful facial features are a little baby fat, adding some cute and cute taste.

    She looks fifteen or sixteen years old, just in her youth.

    Unfortunately, she is only a ghost after all, not a living person.

    Seeing that Su Yi was silent for a long time, Qingwan became more and more uneasy, and said apprehensively: "Immortal Master, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything, I can even help you scare people."

    Her soft and sweet voice had a faint hint of crying, so pitiful.

    Su Yi sighed softly and said, "If I had a cultivation at the Yuan Dao level, I would also be able to help you transcend and free you from the world, but now, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. ."

    Qingwan was stunned and said in surprise: "Xianshi, so you didn't plan to

    Kill me, great! "

    Su Yi raised her eyebrows slightly, if this little girl knows the way of cultivating ghosts and spirits, she must cultivate into a demon who will bring harm to the country and the people in the future...

    "You really don't remember your life?" Su Yi asked.

    Su Yi stared at Qingwan for a long time, and said, "I can confirm one thing now, either you are lying, or there is something wrong with your ghost."

    Su Yi said indifferently: "No matter what the situation is, it has nothing to do with me, but although I won't kill you, I won't let you go like this."

    Qingwan heaved a sigh of relief and said, "As long as the Immortal Master doesn't kill me, I'm already very grateful."

    Su Yi raised the yellow-skinned gourd in his hand and said, "This is the gourd for nourishing the soul. If you hide it in it, you will not be afraid of the light of day and sky. Come in by yourself."

    Qing Wan hesitated: "Xianshi, then... will you let me out?"

    Su Yi smiled and said: "You are too underestimated by me, Su, I will not seal this thing, on the contrary, when the time is right, I may also teach you a secret method of ghost cultivation. ."

    Qing Wan was surprised and nodded again and again: "I will!"

    Speaking, the figure has turned into a red light and swept into the yellow gourd.

    "A ghost can have such a pure and rare soul body, but it has forgotten the memory of his life, which is a problem in itself..."

    "However, by my means, I will have the opportunity to find out the answer in the future."

    Su Yi got up and got busy.

    Soon, the corpses and blood in the courtyard were swept away.

    After that, Su Yi returned to the room.

    After hanging the yellow gourd on the side of the desk, he lay comfortably on the bed and fell asleep soundly.

    The next morning.

    Su Yitian got up before dawn.

    He glanced at the yellow gourd on the side of the bookshelf, ignored it, and walked out of the room.

    The soul-raising gourd is not sealed, as long as you want, the Qingwan hidden in it can leave at any time.

    But this beautiful and foolish female ghost has been very quiet and honest last night, without the slightest movement.

    After washing, Su Yi chewed a piece of nine-leaf king ginseng, and then stood under the locust tree in the courtyard to practice the pine crane exercise.

    Until the third time of the drill, Su Yi only felt that the fascia all over his body stretched, his body seemed to be lighter, and he had a great sense of airiness.

    This is a sign of getting started with "Jiju"!

    The cultivation base has reached this level, the blood is concentrated, the inner breath is swollen, the strength is as strong as a tiger and a leopard, and when it is shot, it is as agile and agile as a civet cat.

     "Uncle, this is a medicinal meal specially prepared for you by Mr. Wu himself."

    Not long after, Hu Quan, the manager of Xinghuang Medical Center, came and presented it with a smile.

    Su Yi nodded and said, "Thank you to Mr. Wu on my behalf."

    He looked at the medicinal meal in the food box. He used a lot of precious herbs, and the combination was rich, which was very suitable for a warrior to supplement his body needs.

    "Uncle, then you have dinner, I'll go to the medical center first."

    Hu Quan left with a smile.

    "Living here is indeed much better than living in Wen's house."

    Su Yi secretly said.

    Just after dinner, Huang Qianjun's voice sounded outside the courtyard:

    "Su

    , I have sent someone to greet Mr. Wang Tianyang, we can go there now. "

    He walked in excitedly, his eyes warm.

     Immediately, his nose twitched and he wondered: "Why is there a trace of blood in this courtyard?"

    This kid has a pretty nose.

    Su Yi glanced at the playful boy and said casually, "This place was haunted last night."

    "Haunted?"

    Huang Qianjun was taken aback, thinking of the rooster blood, wicker and peach wood that he prepared for Su Yi yesterday, and scenes of spooky haunted scenes suddenly appeared in his mind, and his whole body trembled.

    "Come on."

    Su Yi raised his feet and walked towards the courtyard.

    Huang Qianjun couldn't care less, and quickly followed.

    …

    In a street in the east of Guangling City, there is a sword casting workshop belonging to the Huang family.

    When Su Yi and Huang Qianjun arrived together, there was a long queue of people waiting outside the Sword Casting Workshop, all of them young men and women.

    "Business is so good?" Su Yi was surprised.

    Huang Qianjun quickly explained: "In the past, business was good, but it was never as popular as these days. The reason is that in half a month, Admiral Da Cangjiang will hold a 'Dragon Gate Banquet'. "

    "If the warriors of Guangling City rank first, you can get a thousand gold taels, three elixir plants, ten pearls, and a top yellow-level secret skill from the Lord's Mansion of Luoyun City! "

     "On the contrary, if the martial artist of Luoyun City ranks first, the City Lord's Mansion of Guangling City also needs to give out the same reward."

    After listening, Su Yi said, "This reward is quite generous."

    Huang Qianjun said with longing eyes, "In addition to the reward, the more important thing is the reputation! Every year at the Dragon Gate Banquet, as long as you become the first place, you will not only be famous for the two major cities, but also be easily You can enter the inner gate of Qinghe Sword Palace to cultivate!"

    Su Yi nodded.

    He practiced in Qinghe Sword Mansion for three years, and he naturally knew that for all the young people in the Nineteen Cities of Yunhe County, it was extremely rare to be able to enter the Qinghe Sword Mansion to practice.

    If you can become a disciple of the inner sect, it is simply a leap of faith.

    At first, Su Yi spent three years of hard work before he became the sword head of the outer gate of Qinghe Sword Mansion. only…

    Of course, fortune and misfortune depended on each other, and he also awakened the memory of his past life.

    Su Yi said: "So, these people in line want to buy a handy weapon and go to the Dragon Gate banquet?"

    "Exactly."

    Huang Qianjun said this, remembered something, and said in a low voice, "Brother Su, Wang Tianyang, Wang Lao has a great temper and a surly temper, even my father gave him three points, we will see you later Come to him, if he says something unpleasant, don't mind."

    "Lead the way." Su Yi said.

    Huang Qianjun stepped forward quickly, as Huang Yunchong's direct son, he naturally didn't have to line up.

    But when I was about to walk into the sword casting workshop, I saw a group of people just walking out of it.

    The leader is Wen Jueyuan, the leader of the younger generation of the Wen family, and behind him are other young men of the Wen family.

    Wen Shaobei is also among them.

    Seeing Su Yi and Huang Qianjun, Wen Jueyuan couldn't help but startled, and immediately showed disgust, shook his head and said:

    "A son-in-law, a dude, a pair of friends!"

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