The door opened, and a figure appeared.

The visitor was wearing a white shirt, tall and burly, Huang Jiuling looked at him, but felt a bookish atmosphere.

"Go back, I'll leave it here."

The man passed by Jiang Ting, pulled out the bronze hairpin, and said to Jin Xian.

Jin Xian hesitated for a moment, nodded, and disappeared in place.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang Xiaoxian."

Zhang Xiaoxian walked towards Huang Jiuling, and there was no breath on his body, as if he was an ordinary person.

But Huang Jiuling had an uncontrollable sense of fear in his heart, which was rootless and sourceless, but extremely strong.

Even in the decades of his life as an outlaw, he had never experienced such a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

Zhang Xiaoxian approached step by step, Huang Jiuling gritted his teeth and raised his hand to hit him.

Hundreds of ghost babies screamed silently, opened their bloody mouths, and bit Zhang Xiaoxian.

Zhang Xiaoxian raised his hand and grabbed it into the void.

A broken ring ruler appeared in his hand.

The corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and his sideburns were stained with a few strands of hoarfrost.

The ring ruler fell, and hundreds of ghost babies were frozen, and then showed a frightened expression, watching their bodies annihilate.

The overlapping black shadows appeared behind him, Zhang Xiaoxian exhaled lightly, and a large black shadow melted and died.

Bloodlines grew from the ground, and he stomped his feet, and countless bloodlines lost their vitality and scattered on the ground.

Huang Jiuling couldn't bear it anymore, and there was a long howl in his mouth, and the wind was blowing here, wrapped in black dead air, and rushed towards Zhang Xiaoxian like a tsunami.

The power from the ghost master has made these dead qi extremely thick, and if you take a sip, you will be cut off from life, even the awakened are no exception.

Zhang Xiaoxian raised the broken ring ruler and drew a horizontal line in front of him.

Beyond the horizontal line, the yin wind roared angrily, and the dead air surged.

Beyond the horizontal line, the wind is calm and full of life.

This line is like a rule that cannot be crossed.

Zhang Xiaoxian stepped across the horizontal line, and a layer of white light emanated from his body, spreading a distance of three feet.

The jet-black dead qi turned into a huge wave and slapped on Zhang Xiaoxian's body, but it was blocked by the white light and disappeared into invisibility.

And the man in the white light had a calm face, as immobile as a Dinghai Divine Needle in the monstrous waves.

He came to Huang Jiuling.

Huang Jiuling stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Xiaoxian, and his palm melted and disappeared, and it realized that this white light was not a real light, but a kind of "qi".

Infinite qi made up the light, and this light was so sharp that it could twist everything into nothingness.

Huang Jiuling was crazy, and he used all his means, and countless attacks hit Zhang Xiaoxian, but they all disappeared three feet away like a mud cow entering the sea.

The white light shrank into three inches in length, and Zhang Xiaoxian held the ring ruler in his hand and pointed it on Huang Jiuling's forehead.

Huang Jiuling's heart was like ashes, and his body trembled involuntarily, he could never have imagined that on the day he was promoted to a ghost master, he would be killed in this way.

"I haven't done it in a long time." Zhang Xiaoxian opened his mouth and looked at the broken ring ruler in his hand, just like looking at an old friend.

"For ...... Why? Huang Jiuling gasped violently, it had already given up struggling, "I have no grievances with Your Excellency, Your Excellency...... Why did you kill me? ”

Zhang Xiaoxian smiled, and the ring ruler fell.

Huang Jiuling's Yin Soul was cut and crushed, melting and annihilating little by little.

In its desperate and frightened eyes, Zhang Xiaoxian turned around and left the place.

He came to Jiang Ting's side, gently picked him up, and reached out to pick up Chu Yuli.

"Whoever hurts my best friend, his soul will be scattered."

……

The Third People's Hospital of Yicheng City.

Jiang Ting opened his eyes.

There was a ceiling in his eyes, and he shook his head, smelling a faint smell of disinfectant water, and realized that he was in a hospital.

His left shoulder was in a cast, his entire left arm was bandaged, his whole body was limp, and a feeling of weakness from his bones filled his body.

"You're awake."

Jiang Ting looked for a sound, but saw Zhang Xiaoxian sitting on another bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand, peeling pears.

"Well, it's just right." Zhang Xiaoxian smiled, a few wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, and the pear skin was cut off by him, which was perfect.

"Xiaoxian, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Ting looked at Zhang Xiaoxian's face and felt that the other party seemed to be much older.

"It's just a small price." Zhang Xiaoxian didn't care, stuffed the pear into Jiang Ting's hand, picked up another one and sharpened it.

"This is arranged by the Tianshu Management Office, and your shoulder injury has been dealt with, and there will be no sequelae." Zhang Xiaoxian thought for a while and said, "There are some things that have been hidden from you for a long time, and I think it is better to say it now." ”

Jiang Ting nodded, took a bite of the pear, and the sweet juice burst out in his mouth.

Although he didn't know what happened after he fell unconscious, he believed that Zhang Xiaoxian would say it.

"Do you remember that after the college entrance examination, we went to the Confucian Temple once?"

Jiang Ting nodded, although the Confucian Temple was in a neighboring county, he seemed to have only been there once, and he only went after the college entrance examination was released.

Therefore, Jiang Ting really wanted to pay homage to the saint at that time, not to let the saint bless him with a high score in the exam.

"I was there, and I got a ......," Zhang Xiaoxian pondered for a moment, "a inheritance." ”

"Legacy?"

"yes, that's how I can describe it." Zhang Xiaoxian nodded, "But it's not the kind of Confucian Taoism that preaches and solves doubts, but a ghost-catching Taoist system similar to Maoshan." ”

"Catching ghosts?" Jiang Ting was puzzled, "How could it appear in the Confucian Holy Land?" ”

"Scholars cultivate the spirit of Haoran, where the righteous path is, a hundred ghosts will not invade." Zhang Xiaoxian explained.

Jiang Ting knew that the so-called "I have a breath of Haoran Qi, but I can suppress the charm and ghost" is like this.

In Zhang Xiaoxian's narration, Jiang Ting gradually learned everything that happened to him.

Zhang Xiaoxian, who is carrying the inheritance, entered the university, and was discovered by an eldest lady with great power behind him by an accident, and arrested the strong man.

In this way, he stumbled into a semi-official organization with people like him who slay demons on the land of Kyushu.

The awakening of ghosts and monsters is much earlier than that of humans, and four years ago, ghosts in Kyushu were even more active than they are now, and if it weren't for that organization to fill in the eyes of ghosts, many places would have become purgatory on earth.

Zhang Xiaoxian's terrifying talent was soon revealed, and he became the first person of the younger generation, and in the middle of the mission, he and the eldest lady naturally had a relationship between men and women.

Until a year ago, at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, the eight ghost kings in Kyushu gathered to welcome the birth of the new king.

On that day, the eight ghost kings were ambushed, and the ninth king was stillborn.

The price paid was that the entire organization was wiped out, Zhang Xiaoxian's cultivation was completely dispersed, the Dao foundation was destroyed, and the path of cultivation was cut off from then on.

And in this war that decided the pattern of people and ghosts in Kyushu, his lover died in front of him.

The sky above Kyushu is clear, but all this is not easy to come by.

When Zhang Xiaoxian told this, his tone did not fluctuate much, as if in a year, he had buried, accepted, and forgotten this past.

Jiang Ting was silent, in the past year, how his friend had survived, he couldn't imagine.

Huang Jiuling, who is in the realm of a ghost master, can easily suppress him and Chu Yuli, but how strong is Zhang Xiaoxian, who shook the ghost king back then?

And Zhang Xiaoxian, who fell from the clouds to the bottom and lost his beloved, can tell this story so lightly, how much pain and struggle has he experienced behind it?

Even today, in order to save himself, his friend used forbidden techniques to burn a full decade of longevity.

"Anyway, take care of your illness." Zhang Xiaoxian got up, walked to another hospital bed, and handed over the freshly peeled pear, "Don't pretend, you can see it early." ”

Chu Yuli opened her eyes, took the pear, and took a bite: "I don't want to disturb you two......"

Zhang Xiaoxian waved his hand, threw his clothes over his shoulders, got up and left the hospital.