Grandpa once told me that his grandfather had taught him many formations, all of which could help him cast spells, and his grandfather had learned them all, but he couldn't remember the names of various formations. So when my grandfather taught me, he said that this is a formation to shield the wind, and that is a formation to be used when the next plate is unstable.

In my opinion, like Jin Yong's, Zhang Wuji danced with his hands and shouted, "The world has moved!" Or Qiao Feng's body wandered and shouted, "Descend the dragon eighteen palms!" It's all pretty cool. Even though no fool would shout the name of a move in a real fight, I still thought it was cool and cool.

But it backfired, and when I set up a formation for my grandfather, I couldn't shout "Seven Star Gang Fighting Array!" Or, "If you come to the flower array!" Then he hurriedly moved the stones. This is disappointing.

At that time, I was still young, and I wanted to be cool, and ghost hunting was also a kind of fun I wanted to use to be cool in front of my classmates and friends. But few people believe it, for example, I brought the moon season to school to show off in front of my classmates, but my classmates laughed at me that the moon season bloomed early this season, and mine didn't even have a bud.

After coming back from school, he had to be blamed by Yueji in a dream, it didn't like crowded places, which made it feel hot and uncomfortable.

Don't complain so much, I hurriedly brought a few fist-sized stones and arranged them for my grandfather according to the direction of the formation.

When my grandfather saw that I had set up the stones, he said, "Wait a minute, the stones may move, you have to keep them in their current shape." Do you hear that? After saying that, Grandpa took a deep breath and recast the spell.

I stood beside it, examining the stone carefully. Sure enough, after a while, the stone moved slowly like a snail, leaving a trail of movement on the ground. I immediately ran over and moved it back to the beginning of the track.

The other stones also moved, slowly. I put them back one by one.

Grandpa's spread hand slowly lifted up to his chest. The stone moved a little faster, as if there was an invisible force around Grandpa pushing the stone to spread out to the periphery.

I ran around my grandfather and put the stones back one by one.

Grandpa's flat hands were raised to his chest, and he exclaimed, "Get up!" ”

With the shouting of the grandfather, the willows of the entire dwarf willow slope trembled, as if they were startled by the grandfather's shouting, and made a neat sound of "sand".

Grandpa's spread hands continued to rise upwards above his brow. Grandpa shouted again: "Get up!" ”

The willow tree's notes twisted violently, and for a moment I mistakenly thought that the branches on the willow tree were formed by countless tiny snakes. The snakes writhed and broke free from the body of the other snake, no longer entangled.

The branches of the willow tree are alive!

They squirmed, writhed, moved, consciously trying to untie the braided entanglement. In an instant, it seemed that what was in front of me was no longer a low willow forest, but a group of snakes piled up.

Grandpa's hands continued to rise upward, and had risen to a height that could no longer be raised. Grandpa shouted again: "Get up! ”

Untangled wicker suddenly electrocuted like hair, and in an instant, it stood up!

I was dumbfounded!

The wicker of all willow trees is no longer as soft and lovely as described in ancient poems, and the strips hang lightly. Instead, they stand on end like the hair of a fierce god, pointing straight to the sky! The wicker was as hard as steel, standing unshakably in front of my eyes.

At this time, the stones around Grandpa trembled, trembling like frozen hands. Grandpa's body trembled, too. The upright wicker also trembled. I watched in horror at what was happening in front of me, and I knew that the only thing I could do to help my grandfather was to keep the stone in formation. Even if the rest happens, there's nothing I can do about it.

In the middle of the willow forest, a fishy smell blew out and swept over my face, like the smell of a cut fish. I knew it was the smell of a ghost. She's fighting her grandfather right now.

Suddenly, a stone directly in front of Grandpa quickly shuttled forward.

It's over, grandpa's formation is going to be destroyed by the ghost "prostitute"!

I didn't have time to think about it, so I quickly flew and threw myself at the rock!

My body fell so hard that I almost fainted, and my left hand, which landed first, was numb. My fingertips touched the moving stone. I squeezed inward, but the stone still ran out of my fingertips. I didn't have time to get up, so I lay on the ground and crawled desperately towards the rocks. My hand was less than a meter away from the stone.

I tried to crawl forward, but the speed of the stone was getting faster and faster, and I was slowed down by the fall. I looked up and saw the upright wicker slowly hanging downward, like an umbrella that would be collected after the rain.

In my hurry, I grabbed a stone next to me and threw it at the running stone. The stones collided, and the firelight was very obvious in the night, like an eye hidden there suddenly opened. The stone that had been smashed jumped up, fell again, and continued to run forward.

The willow tree stands upright again with the jump of the stone, but the willow tree slowly falls with the stone as it falls. The two willow trees next to each other began to knot again. Seeing that Grandpa's formation was about to be broken.

I grabbed another bigger stone and threw it hard at the running stone. I am used to catching small sparrows and grasshoppers, and I know that if I pounce on it directly, it will be fruitless, and I can only aim at it a little in front of it in advance. It's the same with the running stone, don't aim at it, but smash it a little in front of it.

Mars four "shots".

Maybe when I chose a stone just now, I chose a sandy stone, and the running stone was smashed to pieces. I hurriedly got up and grabbed a nearby stone and pressed it against the missing place. The formation was restored.

The branches of the willow tree became upright again, like umbrellas blown over by a strong wind. I saw a praising smile on my grandfather's face. I smirked. But I told myself in my heart that this was just the beginning of our battle with the ghost "prostitute". It's not easy to catch her successfully.

At this moment, the wind suddenly changed direction. I could visibly feel two hands on my back, pushing me deeper into the willows. I turned my head to look at my grandfather, and it was the same.

I struggled to stand still, but my body was pushed forward by the wind, and I couldn't stand for a moment, and I fell to the ground. Grandpa also fell. At this time, the ground "rippled" like the surface of the water, and the "waves" pushed us to continue to move towards the willow forest. I tried to grab the ground, but there were no weeds on it.

The wind is getting stronger, and the "waves" on the ground are undulating. A "wave" slammed down on my back and hurt me so much that I grinned.

Grandpa shouted, "Hold your head and huddle into a ball!" ”

I was busy doing what my grandfather said, and I thought to myself, this ghost "prostitute" is so powerful that the ground can turn into dirt waves.