"Zhang Ling, take a leave of absence from your teacher for evening self-study. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Murong Wan'er said to Zhang Ling.

"Why? I still want to go to school......."

"Don't talk nonsense, listen to the master, remember to bring this calligraphy and painting with you." Murong Wan'er said as she turned into a puff of white smoke and flew into the painting.

"Master, master......"

"Stupid apprentice, don't shout, now draw more yang fire charms, yang charms, detonation charms, and the streamer charm that the master taught you last time, it is useful at night." Murong Wan'er in the calligraphy and painting said.

"How many pictures do you have to draw?"

"Whatever you want, draw more if you want to live."

After Murong Wan'er finished speaking, Zhang Ling was trembling, could it be that something big was about to happen.

Murong Wan'er's command, Zhang Ling didn't dare to slack off, and the rune paper and pen began to draw.

It doesn't require much skill to draw talismans, but it consumes extremely spiritual power in the body, and the most important thing is to inject talisman paper into your soul.

For the soul, this spirit is extremely powerful, after all, it was pulled out by Murong Wan'er with the Soul Devouring Whip.

Drawing talismans needs to enter a state of self-forgetfulness, and before you know it, it is close to five o'clock in the afternoon, and it is about to be the time for evening self-study.

Zhang Ling hurriedly picked up his broken copycat mobile phone and dialed a person's phone.

"Hey, is it Mr. Hatsuyuki? I'm your student Zhang Ling. ”

"Ah, Zhang Ling, is there something wrong?"

"Teacher, I'm not feeling well, and I have to ask for leave for evening self-study."

"No, you can't take a leave of absence."

"Why?"

"No, I just don't want to give you leave, what can you do?"

"I'll rub it, and I have to ask if I don't want it." Zhang Ling hung up the phone with a snap, thinking to herself What the hell is this teacher, the student is sick, she doesn't know how to care, and she doesn't give leave. Although I didn't have anything, she .......

Just thinking about it, Teacher Chu Xue's phone called again: "Zhang Ling, you dare to hang up on me, do you hate the teacher?" ”

Zhang Ling: "I ......"

"Okay, I've got your leave. But I know that your illness is fake, I don't care what you have to do, remember that I gave you a leave today, you owe me a favor, and you have to pay it back on the weekend, otherwise....... Hum. After speaking, Li Chuxue hung up the phone.

"I rub, is this a teacher? How can I be more foolish than my daughter-in-law, alas, scheming girl, routine. I just don't know what she's going to do on the weekend to find herself, is she still pretending to be her boyfriend, hehe......" Zhang Ling began to shamelessly fantasize again.

"Zhang Ling, are you ready, now we are about to go." As she spoke, Murong Wan'er walked out of the calligraphy and painting, still wearing the long white dress.

This dress has been worn for many days, and it is still so spotless, and the light is transparent, and you can faintly see the red belly pocket inside the white clothes......

"Alas, I really envy these female ghosts, they are beautiful, and they don't have to wash their clothes every day."

"Hmph, this girl is so beautiful." Murong Wan'er suddenly said this, and the scene immediately became embarrassed.

"Oh, the master himself said that he was beautiful and narcissistic." It took a long time for Zhang Ling to react, and then smacked his lips and said.

"Stupid apprentice, you dare to laugh at your master, look at the whip!"

Bang bang bang.

"Ah...... Hurt. ”

According to the master's instructions, Zhang Ling put the calligraphy and painting on his back, and suddenly felt much taller.

"I didn't expect that I, Zhang Ling, would one day become a literary and artistic youth." Zhang Ling said with the thousand-year-old calligraphy and painting on his back.

"Hmph, idiot apprentice, it's less smelly and beautiful, you will never be able to draw such a calligraphy and painting." Murong Wan'er said very bluntly.

"That's not necessarily, there is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of people with hearts."

"There is no way, whether it is the paper and the paint, as well as the few things contained in it, this calligraphy and painting cannot be found in the world today." Murong Wan'er responded.

"Hehe, don't you just live in it, and don't put gold on your face......."

"Stupid apprentice, what did you say?"

"No....... Didn't say anything? ”

Bang bang bang.

"Ah...... Hurt! Don't be rough if you have the ability. ”

......

Zhang Ling remembered that it was five o'clock in the afternoon, but now, it was already dark, and he walked into the mountains with calligraphy and paintings on his back, but this Murong Wan'er didn't mean to stop at all.

If you go further inside, it is estimated that the mobile phone signal is gone, where is this master going to take him? Could it be that the master plans to take himself deep into the mountains, and then ravage himself fiercely in a place where the heavens should not be called the earth's spirits?

Oh, my God! Come on.

"Master, what are we going to do tonight?"

"Tomb robbing."

"What? Grave? Master, although my name is Zhang Ling, there is only one word different from Zhang Qiling in "Notes on Tomb Robbery", but how can I have such a great ability? Zhang Ling was scared, you must know that there are not only zongzi in the tomb, but also all kinds of organs, and if you are not careful, you may die.......

"Don't worry, there is a master here, what are you afraid of." Murong Wan'er patted her chest, and then said with a smile.

"This ......." It's good that Murong Wan'er doesn't laugh, but her smile makes Zhang Ling's heart even more bottomless, I really don't know if this little female ghost will pit herself.

It was late in the night, the moonlight was shining on the ground, and the roars of wild beasts could be heard in the distance.

Murong Wan'er took Zhang Ling into a cave, which was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything.

Although Zhang Ling is born with yin and yang eyes, it is not a night vision eye, and he also needs a flashlight.

As soon as the flashlight was turned on, several bats flew out of it flapping their wings.

Zhang Ling screamed in fright, hugged Murong Wan'er, and shouted in his mouth: "What Dongdong, it's so scary, the baby is scared." ”

"Hey, what is this, it's soft and elastic." Zhang Ling said and pinched it with his hand.

"Ah, rascal, look for death!" Murong Wan'er let out a loud roar, and then a series of soul devouring whips whipped onto Zhang Ling's body.

Bang Bang .......

Zhang Ling's nose and face were swollen soon, but Murong Wan'er was still angry, and stretched out her foot to kick him again.

Zhang Ling immediately rushed over and hugged her thighs, shouting: "Master, I was wrong, forgive the apprentice." ”

Holding Murong Wan'er's thighs, it was cool and very smooth, and the most important thing was that it felt good.

"Let go."

"Has the master forgiven me?"

"Okay, okay, I forgive you, you get up quickly." Being touched by a big man's thigh, Murong Wan'er's face was already flushed, if it weren't for the fact that the light here was too dim and not easy to detect, Zhang Ling would probably have stood up and laughed at her.

As soon as Zhang Ling let go of Murong Wan'er's thighs and stood up from the ground, an eerie and terrifying voice began to sound around him: "Who is here, I seem to feel a powerful aura, is it an old friend?" ”

"It's an old friend, a long way, I didn't expect that after so many years, your soul still exists." Murong Wan'er said with a smile.

"Oh, who should I be, it turned out to be one of the seven killings of the Heavenly Master Sect - Murong Group Master." The old man's voice sounded again, but where he was, Zhang Ling couldn't see it at all.

"Master, aren't you called Wan'er? Why does he call you the leader? Is this your relative? Zhang Ling asked puzzled.

"Shut up." Murong Wan'er gave him a blank look.

"Oh, this is ......" The image of a huge blue old man was projected in front of Zhang Ling, still a 3D, just like a ghost in a movie.

Zhang Ling was immediately startled and retreated again and again.

"Yes, I was born with yin and yang eyes, and I was born when I was born when I was young, and this kind of identity is known to my talented senior brother, and I guess he will be jealous." A dry Dao straightened his beard and smiled.

"The Maoshan Sect and the Heavenly Master Sect were originally born from the same root, so please also ask a dry Taoist to put down the concept of the sect......."

"This is all a grievance thousands of years ago, the old man has long wanted to care, and the old man will not mix it up if he gives it to someone who is destined. In addition, listening to your tone, you also think of what you get in the old man's tomb? The remnant soul of a withered Dao leader looked at Murong Wan'er and asked.

"Why do you use it, has anyone else been here?" Murong Wan'er's eyes widened suddenly, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

"It's the queen of the fox demon clan, your old friend." A dry Dao chief coughed and said.

"The Fox Demon Queen, Su Jiunu, she is here too?" Murong Wan'er muttered to herself.

At this moment, there was a loud bang from inside the tomb, and then a dry Taoist chief frowned and shouted: "This harmful vixen actually blew up my coffin!" ”