When I went back and told my aunt about it, she also looked worried.

The people in the Xuanmen will not take easy action against mortals, but the Xie family is different. Not to mention that Xie Wenyuan has been an official in Xuzhou for so many years, and there are connections between black and white, Xie Qingqing's grandfather's family is the largest family in Xuzhou.

If they really deal with us, my aunt is not afraid, but my uncle and I will be in danger.

"It seems that the matter of the Wei must be settled, and I will go to it tonight to find a way to dispel its thoughts about Xiyiqin." The little aunt said.

"And what if it doesn't agree?" I asked.

"If you don't agree, I'll get rid of it even if I want to damage Yangshou." When the little aunt said this, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

At about 10 o'clock that night, my uncle came to me and said that my aunt had already left, and she asked the two of us to go to her private room and wait for her to come back.

On the second floor of the Witch Gym, there is a private room for her aunt, which is where she cultivates the power of the witchcraft. The room is furnished with strange things, including all kinds of jade, beast bones, furs, as well as various types of ancient swords, masks, jars, colorful costumes......

All have one thing in common, that is, they are all very old.

The uncle said that these things were the relics of the witch sect that the aunt had searched from all over the country for many years, some of which she had found herself, and some of which she had sold from antique markets or tomb robbers, and all their savings over the years had been smashed on them.

There is more or less the breath of witch on these things, and the whole room is equivalent to a small witch gate holy place, and Wei will never dare to break in.

Although my aunt had explained a lot of witchcraft to me, she didn't say a word about her own skills, and I was a little worried about her safety.

"Uncle, will aunt be in danger?"

"No, your aunt is a soldier in the witch sect, and she was definitely not her opponent before she entered the demon."

When I heard my brother-in-law say that she was a sorcerer, I felt much more at ease.

In the complete Wumen inheritance, it is divided into four categories according to the specialization they are good at: Wu Zhu, Wu Bu, Wu Shi, and Wu Shi.

Wu Zhu is specially responsible for communicating the nature of heaven and earth, and the sacrifices of all the gods, and all kinds of large-scale prayer ceremonies in the Wu Gate are led by Wu Zhu.

Divine power is induction, so Wu Zhu's divine power is the strongest. The powerful witch can call the wind and rain, and the ancient witch even has the power to move mountains and seas.

Wu divination is divination, divination of good fortune and evil, predicting the past and future. The supernatural power is used to spy on the heavenly machine, and the body is the same as that of ordinary people.

The history of witches is responsible for the improvement and sorting of the knowledge of witchcraft, which is a clerical job and does not have supernatural powers.

The sorcerer is the guardian of the Witch Gate, and just like the Daomen soldiers of the Dao Gate, he is responsible for fighting. The wizard's supernatural power is all used to sense the sun, moon and stars to absorb energy and transform the body, not only proficient in various witchcraft techniques, but also much stronger than ordinary people.

Almost all the great witches in history were born in Wuzhu, with the exception of one person. It was the great witch who died in the last battle when the Wumen was extinct, and the former owner of Xiyiqin.

He is the only one who has become a great witch by relying on a sorcerer, and his means are the strongest and his combat power is the strongest. At the beginning, the rumor of becoming an immortal came from the fact that he strengthened his body to the limit, and faintly wanted to sanctify his body, so he brought extinction to the witch sect.

On the day my aunt came back, a lightning slap scared her away, which is exactly what a wizard has to do. Thinking of this, I was completely relieved of her.

The only thing I'm worried about is whether she will attract the watchful eye of the Daomen when she fights with the Tsu. Bai Yunguan and Xie Wenyuan must have secretly sent people to keep an eye on the little aunt's every move, if they caught the evidence, the little aunt would be in danger.

The uncle said that according to his observations in the past few days, there are no Taoist masters in the current Xuzhou City. Those masters in the Great Dao System have extremely high vision, standing at the pinnacle of the world, and it is impossible to come to the small city of Xuzhou without definite evidence.

We waited all night, and we didn't see my aunt come back until dawn. Her face was ugly, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were torn in many places.

"Did you fight it? How's the battle going? Uncle asked with concern.

"I can barely win, but I still can't get rid of it. Its power has increased rapidly, and I'm afraid I'll not be its opponent anytime soon. ”

"It didn't kill people, how could its combat effectiveness improve so quickly?" I asked, puzzled.

"You forget, the devil is the nemesis of ghosts. It doesn't have to rely on killing people to improve its combat effectiveness, and it is the same for killing ghosts and devouring yin qi, and now I am afraid that a lonely soul and wild ghost will not be able to find it within a radius of a hundred miles of Xuzhou City. ”

At this point, it has become an unsolvable deadlock, and it will become more and more unfavorable for us.

As my aunt said, when she grows to the point where she can't even win, there will be no way to stop her from getting Xiyiqin, and I'm sure I'll be killed by her requiem.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"It's up to you to break the game." My aunt looked at me and said.

"Rely on me?"

"I originally wanted to wait until you have fully mastered the knowledge of the Wumen before passing on your method of condensing the divine power of the Wumen, but now I can only advance."

My aunt said that although Xiyiqin now recognizes me as the master, I can't use the power of its body because I don't have supernatural powers.

The current Xiyi Qin only has an infectious effect on the music, but it cannot be directly used to kill ghosts.

Once I condensed the power of the witch gate, summoned the soul of the qin, and then plucked the strings with my divine thoughts, even if there was no music, the simple sound of the qin was not something that Wei could resist. Because Xiyi itself is the nemesis of all yin things in the world, after turning into the soul of the qin, the sound of the qin still contains the power of Xiyi.

The magic power of the witch gate is qualitatively changed from the induction power, so my first step is to start by sensing the relics of the witch gate in my aunt's room. She said that these relics were all left by the wizard, and each one of them had the divine thoughts left by the wizard. What I want to do is to resonate with these relics and perceive the existence of these divine thoughts, so as to practice my sense of perception.

When I can read the message left by the wizard's mind from the relics of the witch gate, it will be considered a success. And only when the sensing power is strong to a certain extent, will the qualitative transformation into the real witch magic power.

My aunt first taught me the method of meditation, and after learning it, I never left the room except for eating and going to the toilet.

She didn't tell me specifically which relic to start with first, because the matter of condensing supernatural power depends not only on understanding but also on chance, and no one knows which relic is most likely to resonate with me spiritually.

There were hundreds of relics in this room, large and small, and after reading them all, I decided to start with a bronze mask.

I took the mask in my hand, sat cross-legged and let go of all my mind, gently rubbing my fingers over each line of the mask, trying to visualize what its former owner looked like.

The mask is exquisite, and the facial features are particularly delicate.

The face shape is a goose egg face, the eyebrows are distant mountain eyebrows, the nose is beautiful, the chin is round, and only the eyes are two hollows. I have no doubt that the owner of this mask must be a witch.

There are seven colors on the mask, of which blue is the main hue. In psychology, blue is a cool color and a symbol of pessimism and melancholy......

For three days, I was contemplating the mask in my hand.

On the third night I had a dream about this masked witch. She was dressed in a colorful witch robe and was presiding over an autumn rain sacrifice. Judging from the clothes on the onlookers, it is inferred that the age of this witch's appearance should be the end of the Shang Dynasty, and her ritual of praying for rain also verifies this.

At the end of the Shang Dynasty, "violent witches" prevailed. When there is a drought, the wizard is exposed to the scorching sun to get rain.

Although the status of wizards in this period is still there, it is undoubtedly the most miserable era of wizards. Because not all wizards have the ability to be windy and rainy, and once they are selected to preside over the rain sacrifice, they can't refuse.

As long as it doesn't rain, it will be dried to the end. Alas, I don't know how many wizards died under the scorching sun.

The rain was slow to fall, and the witch was lying on the altar wearing a mask and enduring the scorching sun. As the sun became more and more scorching, the onlookers gradually dispersed, looking for a place to hide from the sun. Drink water to moisten your chapped lips and shake your fan to blow away the heat.

Only the witch lay alone on the altar, enduring the scorching sun, and could not drink a drop of water. The altar was several feet high, and she was carried up by her people.

The temperature was getting higher and higher, and the witch was dizzy from the sun, and now she had no desire to ask for rain in her heart, she just wanted to drink a sip of water.

This is not the first day of the witch, this is the third day she has been lying on the altar. Eating and resting are possible only after the sun goes down, and when the sun rises, you lie on the altar.

From the beginning, the witch knew that her supernatural powers were not strong enough to sense the rain god, but she could not refuse. Because if she refuses, she will be deprived of her status as a wizard, and she was born with an ugly face, if she can't be a wizard, how can she survive.

The witch knew that she was afraid that she would not be able to stand it today, and the bronze mask on her face was extremely hot, burning her already ugly face with countless blisters. Even if she were to be lowered from the altar now, the witch would not be able to live.

And she can't cry, she can't cry for help, she can only endure it.

The witch's consciousness begins to go into a groggy state, and the mirror image and wish of a lifetime appear in her mind.

In fact, she doesn't want to be a wizard, she wants to be like an ordinary woman, get married, have children, and take care of her men and children at home. At that time, witches were not allowed to start a family, and no one dared to marry a witch.

Seeing the majestic men in the clan, the witch would also toss and turn at night and couldn't sleep, but she could only think about it secretly......

It was about two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest part of the day, when the witch swallowed silently, and her life was cut off.

Through the bronze mask, no one knew how many tears she shed, or how she endured without crying for help.

As soon as I woke up from my dream, I turned on the light and looked at the mask in my hand.

Two lines of tears glittered on the mask's cheeks......

My aunt said that I had the potential to be a great witch, and it took her three full months to resonate with the relics of the witch sect, and it only took me three days, which shows that my innate sensitivity is far beyond ordinary people.

After the Perception Mask was successful, I immediately set up for the next Witchcraft Relic. Time is pressing, and Wei's strength is improving, and my aunt said that I must rely on myself to defend Xiyiqin.

While I was practicing my sensing skills every day, my uncle was not idle. He was busy scouring the internet for everything related to the Requiem, and in fact he had been doing it since we got back from the Breeze Musical Instrument Store that day.

Although most of the requiems on the Internet have been tampered with, combined with the brief score that the owner of the musical instrument store later composed for him according to his memory, the two sides can still summarize a set of melodies that are closest to the original.

On this day, I was trying to communicate with an ancient sword in the room, and my uncle suddenly broke in excitedly.

"Qin Huan, I have composed a complete confessional requiem, you can try it!"