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After sending the hundred-year-old wood she got into the paper-making place and giving some money, Qing'er got the promise that she would get the paper within two days.

Before that, Qing'er decided to take some time to learn the soul suppression method, which was her shortcoming.

Although she had asked the first Mao and Kong Ping for some advice before, due to the hurry, she didn't learn much, and only learned some low-end elementary soul suppression methods like the Tianding Soul Binding Spell she had cast before.

Now, there are still two days to join Uncle Jiu, and she is ready to grasp this time, and it is best to learn the Six Imperial Soul Fixing Spells.

Six Imperial Soul Fixing Spells, in the few days he spent with First Mao, he had already informed Qing'er of the power of this spell, which strengthened Qing'er's determination to cultivate this spell well.

Throughout the morning, she followed Uncle Nine to practice the Six Imperial Soul Fixing Mantras, steps, gestures, talisman movements, etc., a series of down, even Qing'er, who had more than three years of foundation, couldn't help but feel a little tired, but she didn't say it explicitly, but insisted on it until Uncle Nine stopped, and then ended the practice.

"Okay Qing'er, practice is practice, but you are still young, your body can't be overloaded, it's noon now, let's go eat first, and then practice in the afternoon." Uncle Nine was still very pleased with the efforts of his precious apprentice, but after all, he still cared about Qing'er's still developing body, so he spoke up.

"Yes, master." Qing'er shook her hand when she heard the words and put down the pen in her hand.

"What are we going to eat today, master?"

He walked up to his master with a smile and asked. Uncle Nine smiled and touched her head, "Xiao Qing'er is working so hard today, we will eat your favorite white-cut chicken." ”

Saying that, Uncle Nine paused slightly, and then showed a smile on his face, "Give you a big one." ”

The master and apprentice have been together for more than three years, and Uncle Nine knows the amount of food he has for his precious apprentice.

"Master......" Qing'er blushed a little, although she didn't feel anything wrong with her large amount of food, but Qing'er was still a little embarrassed when she was ridiculed by Uncle Jiu.

"Alright. Eat more, grow faster. It's a blessing to be able to eat. Uncle Nine said with a smile.

Now Zi Qing'er is even more embarrassed.

But no matter how embarrassed I am, I can't help but eat enough.

So she followed Uncle Nine to the restaurant, and still ate a whole plate of white-cut chicken, plus several bowls of rice, in the surprised and even horrified eyes of many people.

Even Uncle Nine couldn't help but look at his apprentice with a wry smile, and said in his heart, "The amount of food is too big again, and this apprentice can't afford to raise it." ”

Even so, looking at Qing'er's gaze, he was still kind and gentle.

had a good meal, although this full meal made Zhang Yiyi, who was on Qing'er's body, couldn't help but make a fuss.

Because zombies don't need to eat, and Hong Qinglian, as a lunar moon zombie, usually only needs to absorb moonlight, so she didn't follow this time.

Regarding this point, Zhang Yiyi said, it's best if you don't follow.

"Speaking of which, Qing'er...... Are you really not afraid of getting fat? ”

Zhang Yiyi, who couldn't accept Qing'er's amount of food, couldn't help but ask again. She was really curious about how Qing'er's obviously flat little belly could hold so many things.

"It's okay, because you're growing up?" Qing'er replied as always.

If Zhang Yiyi understands some modern languages, it is really suitable to say at this time, it is really a god's long body, how many women will be envious.

In the face of Qing'er's long body theory, Zhang Yiyi was also very helpless.

In the end, I can only accept ...... Well, grow the body.

But to be honest, after so many days, with her usual constant gaze at Qing'er all the time, and the precise gaze she has cultivated, Qing'er has not even grown an inch taller. The only thing that has changed is that the hair has grown.

In the end, how Qing'er's small belly contained so much food can only be classified as an unsolvable mystery by Zhang Yiyi.

After eating, you should rest for a while and continue practicing.

But because Qing'er suddenly remembered that when she was shopping yesterday, she forgot to prepare some things, so she had to let Uncle Nine go back first, and then go to the street herself.

"Qing'er, you bought so many things yesterday, is there anything else you haven't bought?" followed Qing'er on the street, because she left Uncle Jiu, Zhang Yiyi appeared and walked beside Qing'er, of course, except for Qing'er, ordinary people can't see her.

"Coffin nails and gold thread." Qing'er said as she walked.

"Why did you buy this?" Zhang Yiyi asked.

"The coffin nail has a soul-fixing effect, and the gold thread can drive away evil spirits and deal with evil spirits, these two things are very useful." Qing'er said.

Demons come and go without a trace, sometimes turning into shadows, gold threads to lock their bodies, and coffin nails to nail them.

"I see." Zhang Yiyi nodded, although her family was originally a branch of the Dao Sect, but after the decline, it was still a lot out of touch with the Heavenly Master Dao, and these things were not very clear.

What Qing'er needs is a seven-inch coffin nail, the so-called five-inch nail person, seven-inch nail corpse! Nail a ghost with a seven-inch nail is like hitting a snake into a seven-inch nail, so that it can't move.

But what Qing'er needs is not an ordinary seven-inch nail, but a seven-inch nail that has been nailed to the coffin. Only the coffin nail that has fixed the corpse can fix the soul!

But this kind of nail, where is it easy to find. This made Qing'er spend a while of effort.

She was eventually found in an old-looking coffin shop. The owner of the coffin shop was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, and although he was already in his sixties, his body and bones looked quite tough.

When he heard that Qing'er was going to nail the coffin that had already been nailed to the coffin, he was surprised for a while.

But surprise to surprise, he still found out.

"It's been years since anyone bought this kind of seven-inch nail." After rummaging through the cabinets for a while, the old man took out three seven-inch nails from a dusty box.

"Little girl, can I ask what you want these seven inch nails for?" Although he found a seven-inch nail, the old man also asked with a little curiosity.

Then, Qing'er didn't hide it at all, "It's used to catch ghosts." ”

When she said this, Zhang Yiyi, who was a ghost on the side, couldn't smile bitterly.

"Ghost hunting?" The old man looked at Qing'er's small body in surprise, "I don't see it, the little girl is still a heavenly master." ”

He has seen a lot of things at this age, but he knows a lot more than those young people of this age.

Qing'er was a little embarrassed, "I haven't graduated yet, so I'm not a heavenly master." ”

The old man smiled, "That's also very capable." As he spoke, he handed the seven-inch nail in his hand to Qing'er.

After that, after a little chat, the old man was happy and did not accept Qing'er's money, so he directly gave three seven-inch nails to Qing'er, and the old man's enthusiasm made Qing'er a little uncomfortable.

I got the seven-inch nail, and I went to buy gold thread, which is easy to buy, but the price is not low.

Holding the seven-inch nail in her hand, Qing'er said goodbye to the old man and was about to leave, but when she went out, her shoulder shook slightly and she bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry." A soft apology sounded in her ears, and then a figure passed by her.

The figure went into the house and said to the old man, "Boss, I want a coffin." ”

It was a female voice, a very gentle female voice, not loud, with a weak voice.

Qing'er glanced back, it was a very ordinary woman, a short blue dress over the waist, sleeves longer than the elbows, a long black skirt covering the ankles, long black hair shawl down, wearing a white headband, revealing the white forehead, and the headband was decorated with a lily pattern.

The woman looked gentle and pure, like a fresh lily.

After a quiet glance, Qing'er admired the woman's temperament a little in her heart, and then without thinking too much, she turned around and walked out of the coffin shop.

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