The office is very large, about 40 square meters, and there is a long table almost as long as the wall is placed on the left side of the wall, and the table top is covered with pure cotton and specially processed thick cotton cloth, on which are placed several pieces that are obviously old and imperfectly cleaned, as if they have not been unearthed for a long time, including clay pots, metal utensils, etc.

Adjacent to the window, next to the long table, is an ordinary desk.

Where the two tables meet, there is a long strip of mottled metal utensils on the long table-Wen Shuo sensed the evil aura and determined the source from the door, and it only took a few seconds, that is, from the door, to the desk. His gaze was fixed on the metal object, and it looked like it should be the hilt and half of the body of a sword.

At this moment, the sword body was filled with a thick layer of yin and evil aura.

Yang Jingbin, who was two steps behind, looked a little surprised, because in his mind, Wen Shuo had always been a good student who was excellent in all aspects and quite polite, but as soon as he entered the office just now, Wen Shuo actually passed him quickly and rudely, and walked straight to the side of the desk to stand still, leaning over slightly to stare at the broken sword, instead of standing in front of the desk.

This is very rude.

But seeing Wen Shuo's focused expression, Yang Jingbin was relieved, he didn't know that Wen Shuo had to stop him in time when he had no choice but to do so, and thought that Wen Shuo would have such a rude behavior out of love and curiosity about cultural relics.

Perhaps, what else did he see?

Teacher Yang hoped.

At this moment, Wen Shuo was carefully sensing and analyzing the yin qi on the broken sword.

There was no obvious strong invasiveness, and when he silently recited the spell and enveloped his consciousness with some true qi to probe further, the yin qi on the broken sword quickly converged as if it was afraid, just like a little mouse that had just drilled out of the hole and found a cat outside, and shrank back into the cave in panic and trembled.

What the is this?

Spiritual?!

Isn't that a refinement?

Wen Shuo was frightened, but the plucking of the goose made him a little strange surprise - I am afraid that it is because with his current cultivation, under the premise of insufficient preparation, dealing with evil foreign objects, that is, spirits, monsters, and demons, which are only in legends, is equivalent to asking for his own death; If you really encounter a spiritual spirit by yourself, it is difficult to say whether your luck is good or bad, at least, it can be called a jackpot.

Just as he was in a trance, Yang Jingbin had already walked to the desk and sat down with a smile on his face.

As soon as he sat down, Wen Shuo was keenly aware of the yin and evil qi that retracted into the broken sword like a mouse, and he was immediately ready to move, but he was a little afraid that Wen Shuo was shrouded in the idea of the broken sword, so he didn't dare to ooze the slightest.

"Wen Shuo. Yang Jingbin opened his mouth and asked, "You seem to be very interested in this broken sword." ”

With Wen Shuo's current cultivation, he couldn't do the distraction method of one heart and two minds, so he had to retract his thoughts, scratched his head and said humbly: "It's just a little curious, a broken sword can be placed next to your desk, presumably the archaeological value is quite high." ”

Yang Jingbin was stunned for a moment, and immediately showed a happy smile - he didn't think that Wen Shuo was secretly patting on the back, and because of this, this sentence was even more useful.

"Well, this broken sword has only been unearthed for half a month, and it is a burial object in the tomb of a prince in the Southern Song Dynasty. Yang Jingbin introduced: "However, I still have some doubts that this broken sword does not look like a burial object, it should be after the prince was buried, this sword appeared in the tomb, because the burial goods should be perfect, but the other half of the sword body, our archaeological staff searched all over the tomb, and did not find it." Moreover, there are collapsed robbers near the tomb, perhaps the tomb robbers entered the tomb and left the broken sword for some reason. Curiously, the tomb of the prince was not damaged, and after a detailed inspection, it can also be confirmed that the burial goods inside were not lost. ”

When he usually listens to the teacher's lectures, Wen Shuo, who is particularly serious, has been distracted at this time, and his eyes are fixed on the little finger of Yang Jingbin's right hand that is placed on the table at random, with a white medical tape.

And the yin and evil qi in the broken sword, without Wen Shuo's intention to cover the shock, has already quickly seeped out, and gathered into a thin wisp, constantly invading the little finger of Teacher Yang's right hand, under the piece of medical tape.

There are wounds there!

The wound was cut by this broken sword!

Wen Shuo suddenly realized that he had thought too much before.

did not encounter a spiritual evil spirit, but the yin and evil qi in the broken sword was infected by blood, and Yang Jingbin's personal qi was different from ordinary people, and could form a subtle spiritual sense with the yin and evil qi, so his blood made the yin and evil qi in the broken sword temporarily have an indescribable spirituality, and naturally, invaded the place where the blood had been obtained, and at the same time absorbed more vitality like hunger and thirst.

And Yang Jingbin, firstly, he was unlucky to get such a fierce blade attached to it, and he was cut by the murderous blade, and secondly, he was lucky to meet a student with mystical law, who could save him.

"Wen Shuo, what are you thinking?" Yang Jingbin couldn't help but be a little angry when he saw Wen Shuo distracted.

"Hmm, no, it's nothing......" Wen Shuo quickly smiled awkwardly.

Yang Jingbin snorted lightly, the more he wanted to focus on cultivating students, the stricter his requirements would naturally be in his heart, and he hoped that the other party would get better and better, and Wen Shuo had already made him dissatisfied twice in a row today.

Therefore, Mr. Yang is ready to beat this guy, don't be complacent, don't be proud, and learn endlessly...... But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt dizzy, in a trance, he heard Wen Shuo exclaim, in a blurred vision, he saw Wen Shuo striding forward and supporting him with his right arm, so as not to fall from the chair, after that, Wen Shuo's left hand raised and made a strange gesture, and seemed to say something quickly.

Yang Jingbin wanted to hear clearly, but his consciousness gradually became dim.

Wen Shuo recited the mantra, pinched it with his left hand, bit the tip of his tongue ruthlessly and spit on the broken sword, and then stretched out his index finger into his mouth and dipped some saliva with blood, pressed it on the hilt of the broken sword, and quickly sketched it, writing a "Suppressing Evil Charm", and then writing a "Guiding Charm" on the table, grabbing the right hand of Yang Jingbin, who was already unconscious, and lifting it, putting it on the "Guiding Charm", and then pinching his injured little finger, and shaking it gently, the wisps invaded the Yin and Evil Qi in Yang Jingbin's body, and quickly ooze, first to the position of the Guiding Charm, and then to the Broken Sword.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of fire on the hilt of the broken sword—the Yin Evil Qi was too strong, and Wen Shuo's cultivation was insufficient, and the "Suppressive Evil Charm" in the book was not enough to suppress the Yin Qi on the Broken Sword.

Wen Shuo was startled, and he didn't have time to think about it at the moment, so he quickly bit the tip of the index finger of his left hand, pressed one finger on the hilt of the broken sword where there was a "Suppression Charm" written on it, and quickly recited the mantra, and at the same time tried his best to quickly adjust the true qi to gush out from the wound on the fingertip.

Whoop......

The fingertips pressed on the hilt of the sword raised a trace of mist that could be seen by the naked eye, like water splashing on a hot iron plate.

Wen Shuo bared his teeth and grinned, terrified.

Damn, the cultivation is too low, and the preparation in a hurry is insufficient, and it is going to be eaten by the Yin Evil Qi Machine.

Saying that it was too late, Wen Shuo's right arm let go of Yang Jingbin, who was originally holding, and just squeezed Yang Jingbin with his broad belly, pressing him on the chair to prevent him from falling, and at the same time biting the tip of his right index finger, quickly pinching and writing a "Suppressing Evil Charm" on the back of his left hand, and then writing a "Thunder Driving Charm" on his wrist, and painting Yin and Yang at the tiger's mouth.

The two symbols are connected to yin and yang, and they are sealed!

The yin qi on the broken sword had all entered Wen Shuo's left hand, but it was blocked, unable to enter, and could not seep out.

It was also thanks to the previous Wen Shuo Shufu method to dispel the evil, which caused a certain amount of loss to the Yin and evil qi in the broken sword, and he immediately decided to take a risk, otherwise, if he was sealed in a hurry, he might not be able to succeed.

"Uncle!" looked down at Teacher Yang Jingbin, who was about to suffocate, and the fat man wanted to cry without tears: "How much money should Lao Tzu care about?"

This time I had a kind heart, but I almost gave up my life!

Compensate me for the broken sword, Lao Tzu feels that he has suffered a big loss!

Angry and frustrated, Wen Shuo let go of his broad chest and belly, grabbed Teacher Yang Jingbin's shoulders and shook vigorously while calling out loudly - don't be suffocated to death, otherwise Lao Tzu will not be able to wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

Fortunately, Yang Jingbin quickly opened his eyes slowly: "Wen Shuo, this, what happened to me just now?"

Wen Shuo looked anxious: "I don't know, I was waiting to hear you speak, you suddenly rolled your eyes and fell back on your back, fortunately, I stood next to me, and reached out in time to support you, so I didn't fall ......"

"I, I passed out just now, how long?" Yang Jingbin recalled vigorously.

"It didn't take long. Wen Shuo said seriously: "I saw that your eyes were white, your teeth were clenched, and there was sweat on your forehead, so I quickly called you, and then you woke up." ”

Yang Jingbin felt weak and weak, nodded, then frowned and scanned all the cultural relics in the office, and then looked Wen Shuo up and down - not his villain's heart, but the cultural relics in the office are extremely precious, Wen Shuo entered this office, and he was in the middle of violating the regulations and not violating the regulations, if he lost any cultural relics, or caused damage to a certain cultural relic, the consequences would be serious.

Luckily, everything is there, everything is in perfect condition.

"Teacher Yang, shall I take you to the hospital?" Wen Shuo bent down to support Yang Jingbin.

"No, it's fine, I feel better now. Yang Jingbin shook his head, sat up straight and said, "Go outside and pour me a glass of water." ”

"Hey, okay, sit down, wait a minute. Wen Shuo hurriedly turned around and poured water for Yang Jingbin, in fact, at this moment, he was already very tired physically and mentally because of the continuous chanting of mantras in the high tension just now, and he was devoured by the yin evil, but he couldn't show anything wrong in front of Yang Jingbin, so he had to grit his teeth and show that everything was as usual.

It's just that it's bitter to seal the yin left hand - it doesn't hurt, but it's sour......

It's hard to put into words.

"Wait. Yang Jingbin suddenly called: "You can't bring water cups in this office, I'll go out and drink it myself in a while." ”

Wen Shuo, who had already walked to the door, turned around and found Yang Jingbin's brows furrowed, staring at the broken sword. When Wen Shuo walked up to him and was about to help him, Yang Jingbin suddenly raised his head and stared at Wen Shuo's eyes with a frown.

"Teacher Yang, what's wrong with you?" Wen Shuo was stared at a little hairy.

"I'm going to search you now. Yang Jingbin said with a suspicious face, his physical strength seemed to have recovered in an instant, and he couldn't refuse, he stood up as soon as he finished speaking, stretched out his hands and groped around Wen Shuo's body.

Soon, he sat back with a look of confusion and disappointment, looked at the broken sword carefully, and turned back again, his face full of apologies.