You make so much sense that I'm speechless! Pan Yang was also drunk: "Master, my copper coins are ...... thousand"

No! It's my copper coin! Kong Zhenren put two strings of copper coins on his thin shoulders and hugged them and refused to let go:

"Apprentice, this copper coin is collected for you by the teacher, and you will withdraw it from the teacher when you practice drawing talismans!"

Pan Yang squinted at him from the corner of his eye: "Master, you want to embezzle, right?" ”

"Phew! What the hell do you think you're a teacher? Kong Zhenren's old face flushed: "For the first generation of the teacher, the two sleeves are clear, the breeze is three provinces, and my body is simply a clear stream in the ghost cultivation...... Will the teacher embezzle your little money? ”

Pan Yang blinked: "Master, do you say that there is a possibility that I will lose the money after painting a few times?" ”

Kong Zhenren was so angry that his goatee was cocked: "Okay, good!" You can paint, as much as you paint, it's mine! ”

"Okay." Pan Yang reluctantly agreed, and he didn't bother to be serious with Kong Zhenren, an old money fan.

The copper coins produced by their old Pan family are good and full of materials, one is consistent, and a thousand is a thousand.

To practice such a psychic talisman, where can you use a thousand?

Pan Yang also understood, Kong Zhenren said that it was free teaching, but in fact, his eyes were staring at this copper coin!

Half a night has passed......

Pan Yang's feet were piled up with gray and broken paper money, and the word "Tongling" on the paper money was either written incorrectly, interrupted, or dimmed, not only wasting soul power but also copper coins. Kong Zhenren was so distressed that his lips trembled, and when he saw Pan Yang writing another blank one, he couldn't help but persuade: "Forget it, let's do this today, and practice again tomorrow!" You learn slowly, I teach slowly, how can there be a well digging shovel......"

Pan Yang was very firm: "Master, you said that I am a one-in-a-million immortal cultivation genius, and I will definitely be able to practice today!" ”

Kong Zhenren: "......"

A night passed......

Pan Yang's feet are piled up with paper money, his little face is as pale as paper, and his little hands are trembling like Parkinson's.

Finally—

"Bringring!"

The black light of the word Tongling flickered, and then the black light was sucked back into the word, and the word became crystal clear!

"Master! I did it! Pan Yang looked back happily, but saw Kong Zhenren kneeling in front of the paper money like a mournful examiner, holding a stack of paper money that had been scrapped by Pan Yang's painting with both hands, his fingers trembling and his lips trembling......

Pan Yang called out to him cautiously: "Master? ”

"Whoahahaha-"

Kong Zhenren looked up to the sky and laughed, holding the paper money in both hands and throwing it into the sky, holding Pan Yang's hand with tears in his eyes:

"Great, apprentice, you've finally practiced!"

I don't know why I always feel that Master seems to be a little mentally abnormal today...... Pan Yang muttered in his heart and crawled out of the pile of paper money, looking around, he felt as if there were more than copper coins that had been wasted:

"Master, I'm sorry, I've wasted too much money......"

"Wha! As long as my baby apprentice can practice, even if it is worth wasting more money! Kong Zhenren laughed, laughing so much that tears fell: "Apprentice, Master is really happy for you!" ”

How can there be any immortal cultivation genius, it is nothing more than hundreds of millions of people!

"Master, you are so good to me!" Pan Yang couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, he had a preconceived idea of his master.

Actually, Master still loves himself very much......

"You are born in the midst of blessings and do not know blessings!" Kong Zhenren blew his big snot and patted Pan Yang's pelvis with his hand:

"Okay, apprentice, you can go back if it's okay!"

Soon the sky in the Yang Realm will be bright, and if the ghost cultivator has nothing to do, he will also go into hibernation during the day in the Yang Realm.

The daytime in the Yang Realm is also Yang and Yin is declining in the Yin Realm, of course, it will not be as sunny as the Yang Realm, but the ghost cultivator will not feel very comfortable. The black sand on the ground is called [Yin Sha], and the Yin Sand contains the Yin and evil energy, and it is much more comfortable to hide in the Yin Sand when the Yang is in full bloom and the Yin is declining.

Therefore, Kong Zhenren did not suspect Pan Yang, but when Pan Yang disappeared out of thin air, he escaped underground and went into hibernation.

Kong Zhenren doesn't have to go underground, because his little cave is a treasure of feng shui with extreme catastrophic evil.

As soon as Pan Yang left, Kong Zhenren couldn't hold back his sadness anymore, and threw himself into a thick pile of paper money:

Heavens and earth! Accepting such a loser apprentice, what kind of sin did my Kong Fang do in his last life!

The discarded paper money buried Kong Zhenren deeply, and soon, a faint black smoke rose from the discarded paper money......

……

"What time is it, why is Yangyang still sleeping?" Dad was about to call the bed, but was pulled by his mother:

"What are you doing?"

Dad: "Wake him up!" ”

"What do you want him to do?" The old mother glared at him, and lowered her voice for fear of waking up her son: "Let him sleep!" ”

Dad looked confused: "No, I woke up at seven o'clock, you still think I got up late, it's nine o'clock now......"

The mother was confident: "My son is under pressure now, and sleeping can relieve stress!" ”

Dad: "Then I'm ......"

Mom: "Look at the store!" ”

Dad: "......"

Fifty meters away from the gate of Pan's paper shop, there was a Mercedes-Benz big G, Yuan Baoer was wearing a peaked cap and a big mask on her face, and she sneakily monitored the door of Pan's paper shop from the rearview mirror and called at the same time:

"Dut...... Honk...... Toot ......"

"Stinky boy dares not to answer my phone!" Yuan Baoer threw down the phone angrily, half an hour had passed since the agreed time, and Pan Yang never answered the phone, so Yuan Baoer could only go to the gym by herself.

It's not that Pan Yang doesn't want to answer Yuan Bao'er's call, but he is really weak, and his head is chaotic like paste.

This is an overdraft of soul power.

If he hides in the yin sand, Pan Yang can recover quickly, but Pan Yang can only recover on his own little by little now.

By the time Pan Yang woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Little bunny, do you still know that?" The old mother angrily counted Pan Yang: "Go and eat!" ”

Pan Yang went to the kitchen and saw that his mother had stored all the meals in the insulated box, and it was still steaming when the lid was lifted.

It can be seen that my mother first puts the best parts of each dish into the insulated box, especially the potato stewed pork ribs, almost all the ribs are here, and only a few potatoes are sandwiched here and there as decorations.

The old mother raised her eyebrows and threatened: "I tell you Yangyang, you will be hungry if you get up so late in the future!" ”

Pan Yang happily ate fragrant pork ribs, and as for his mother's threat, it was always dry and thundering.

After eating and drinking, Pan Yang went to the store to change his father's class, and his father beeped quietly and went in for a lunch break.

During the lunch break of his parents and his parents, Pan Yang began to practice boldly with confidence, he took a piece of paper money and spread it on the counter, pinched the sword finger and lightly touched his eyebrows, drew out his soul power, and directly drew a psychic charm on the paper money.

He can enter Yuan Bao'er's dream, but he can't enter Peach's dream, so this psychic talisman was drawn by him for Peach.

It's just that I don't know if it's going to work......

"Bringring!"

The word Tongling sparkled like a black gem, and Pan Yang smiled with satisfaction: It's dry tonight!