At some point, a large black hole appeared behind me, and dozens of pairs of withered arms stretched out from it, and the joints were extremely twisted and grabbed at me. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I struggled desperately, but in vain.

The black hole was getting closer, the air was getting colder, and I could almost see the mysterious eye looming in the center of the hole.

Ghost King?

At the last moment, a wooden sword was inserted into the diagonal ground and severed the ghost hand that was holding me.

Old Don grabbed my shapeless arm with his left hand and tried to tear me out of the black hole. But there were too many ghost hands, and before the broken wrist could hit the ground, two other grabbed both of my ankles.

I can't cry anymore.

The wooden sword in the old Tang Tou's right hand slashed left and right, and instantly cut off several ghost hands, but unfortunately there were too many ghost hands, one was broken, and several grew up.

Seeing that I was about to be dragged into a black hole, he suddenly shouted: "Fortune Scattering Ghost King!" If you act so recklessly, aren't you afraid of Yan Jun's punishment? ”

The yin laughter of the old man was even louder, as if the threat of the old Tang was just a joke.

Old Tang bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on the peachwood sword, only to see a red light rise from the sword's body, and it shot into the black hole like lightning.

There was a roar.

Suddenly, the sand and rocks in the house flew away, and the violent wind blew so that people could hardly stand.

My dad picked up an ancestral knife and slashed at the black hole.

But before the blade touched the edge of the hole, he was ejected several meters away by a powerful anti-shock force, and he slammed into the wall and fainted.

"Don't come here! You're no match for the Ghost King! Old Tang shouted desperately.

My mother saw that I was about to be sucked into the hole, and tried desperately to rush over and fight hard, but was held by the two aunts.

The old Tang head was blown by the yin wind and staggered to the side, and I was naturally swept into the black hole.

In my horror and despair, I realized that the cave was not completely dark, but foggy, and the air was frighteningly cold.

Just when I was desperate, a big strong hand grabbed my ankle and dragged me out of the hole.

I was moved in my heart and shouted, "Uncle Tang, save me!" Save me! ”

But a ghostly hand gripped his sword-wielding wrist tightly, and then joined it together like melted rubber.

Strands of green qi invaded his body like branches along the tendons and veins on his arms and wrists.

I don't know how much it hurts, but anyway, looking at the old man's face is already distorted.

The sinister laughter resumed, as if to laugh at his inadequacy.

"The people that Lao Tzu wants to save, even if they are the king of heaven, Lao Tzu can't take them away!" Old Tang didn't know where the strength came from, he roared wildly, hooked the big knife that my father fell to the ground with his toes, copied it with his left hand, and slashed at his right arm!

The blood rushed into the black hole, causing an earth-shattering shock, and as soon as the ghost hands touched the blood, they all screamed like red-hot iron, and they all quickly curled up in the hole.

Old Tang took the opportunity to drag me out of the black hole, and at the same time raised the second index finger of his right hand and pointed at the broken arm, and at the same time pulled me to his body and pushed me hard.

I just felt a tremendous attraction coming from my body that pulled me into a wonderful vortex.

Hurt!

When I opened my eyes, my vision went from blurry to clear, and cries surrounded me.

I felt like I was lying in bed, and my heart was moving, could it be that my soul had returned to my body? That means I don't have to die?

Intense joy rushed over my brain, and I barely managed to hold up half of my body.

"Wake up! Wake up! ”

I don't know which aunt was shouting, and then a dark figure filled my arms, which was my mother's body temperature and breath.

"Mom, I'm fine, what about Dad? By the way, what about Uncle Tang? "Recalling the tragic battle situation just now, I have a vague bad premonition in my heart.

After all, Old Tang is here to save me, and even if I am not sensible, I know that the arm will never grow back on him.

"Your dad just fainted, it's fine. The third aunt has already sent your Uncle Tang to the health center. Alas, he really suffered a great disaster for you this time, and you must remember his kindness in the future. ”

"Hmm!" I nodded vigorously.

Early the next morning, my mother took me to the health center to visit Old Tang.

Sure enough, he is a master in the world, and he can recover so quickly after being injured so badly, but I still feel very uncomfortable when I see his empty right sleeve.

Old Tang seemed to see my thoughts, shook his left hand at me, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Uncle broke one hand, isn't there another one?" ”

I nodded, my eyes a little moist.

Old Tang said: "Big sister." I think I have a lot of fate with this kid and want to take him as an apprentice. I don't know if you and your big brother are willing? ”

My mother hurriedly said, "How can you not want to? However, I have to talk to the kid's father, and you know this guy doesn't bend his brain, I ......."

"Who said I didn't want to!" Dad's voice sounded outside the door, and I saw that he was also carrying large and small bags to visit Old Tang.

My mom rejoiced, "Would you like to?" ”

Dad nodded, "Through last night's incident, I found that there are indeed many things in this world that we don't understand. Then what kind of ghost king may come back to find Xiaozheng in the future? I want my child to study hard with Brother Tang during this time, and it may come in handy when the time comes. ”

Old Tang said with a straight face: "Don't hide it from the eldest brother, I also plan to do this." The ghost king is a man of his word, and what he wants to decide will never be easily let go. Ten years later, Xiao Zheng is afraid that there will be another catastrophe to pass. ”

Mom was surprised: "Ten years later? ”

Old Tang nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Mom was puzzled and asked, "Why?" ”

"Let's put it this way, a person's life has a catastrophe every ten years. If you can't survive the disaster, then you have to report to the underworld. Xiaozheng's catastrophe has passed, and the ghost king can only wait for the next ten years. ”

"What? Toss every ten years? Isn't that ...... Xiaozheng?"

"Big sister, I understand what you mean. But you can rest assured, the underworld has the rules of the underworld, and the ghost king of scattered wealth cannot always embarrass a living being. If Xiao Zheng can survive the tribulation smoothly after ten years, then the ghost king will never have a chance. Therefore, in the past ten years, I want him to cultivate well and be able to fight against the Ghost King at a critical moment. ”

So on a sunny afternoon, I officially worshipped Old Tang Tou as my teacher and learned about the origin of our sect.

At the end of the Warring States period, Zou Yan, a native of Qi, founded the "Yin-Yang School" based on the theory of the five elements of yin and yang, and his disciples were called "Yin-Yang Warlocks" by the world.

This sect was once very prosperous, and during the Warring States period, there were tens of thousands of disciples, and it was a terrifying force that could rival the nations.

In the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, this huge civil force was finally suspected by the rulers like the rangers, and after a test of blood and fire, it was reduced to zero, hidden among the people, and disappeared in the vast river of history.

Many people say that the Yin-Yang sect perished, but this is not the case.

Although the Yin-Yang School as a huge organization that operates systematically no longer exists, its successors have been integrated into the major non-governmental organizations, and there are many talents from generation to generation. Until the Ming Dynasty, there were yin-yang warlocks who participated in the rise and fall of dynasties. For example, Li Chunfeng in the Tang Dynasty, Shao Kangjie and Chen Tuan in the Song Dynasty, and Liu Bowen and Zhang Sanfeng in the Ming Dynasty.

The old Tang Tou is the descendant of the Yin-Yang School Bailongmen, and the ancestor is the Northern Song Dynasty Taoist Bailong Zhenren.

Although this white dragon real person is not found in historical biographies, it is only recorded in some wild historical anomalies, but he is an extremely mysterious person. Although his senior brother Baiyun Zhenren Chen Jian is famous all over the world, he is far inferior to this low-key junior brother when it comes to Taoism.

This lineage of Yin Yang Warlocks, each generation only accepts one disciple, and it has been passed down to me for thirty-six generations.

Old Tang asked me to kneel down and bow three times to the portrait of my grandfather, and then hung a jade pendant necklace symbolizing the identity of the White Dragon Gate people on me, and read the door rules and precepts with a solemn face. I didn't understand it anyway, I just opened my eyes curiously.

The following days were repetitive and monotonous, going to school during the day and learning spells from the master at night.

I thought I only needed to learn something about ghost drawing, but I didn't expect that the teaching content was quite systematic, from astronomy and geography to martial arts forensics.

Time flies, ten years pass in a flash, and the events of that night seem to have faded away, and no one ever mentions them again.

However, I realized that I was close to the real test of life.