I saw that outside the gate, Qin Haiping, who had come back from mowing grass on the side of the mountain, was struggling to unload the back basket full of grass and slowly unloaded.

"Haiping is back, come on, your homeroom teacher is here, and I just praised you for being eye-catching. When Uncle Qin saw his grandson coming back, he beckoned, and the sadness on his face was much less, and there was a little more smile.

"Well, I know, Grandpa, I'll feed the cows first, and then I'll cook for you and Grandma. Ling Lang clearly felt that Qin Haiping looked at him with a sense of resistance and hostility. What's going on? Although this student is said to be stubborn by everyone, it seems that he hasn't really talked to himself yet. It's understandable to resist, where does the hostility come from? And is there still a little fear? Is it simply that the student is afraid of the teacher? But what about his character?

"You, you kid ......", Uncle Qin watched his grandson turn around and run away in annoyance, and slapped his thigh hard.

"Uncle Qin, it's okay, little boy, it's normal to be naughty. I came here today for no other purpose, just to find out the situation. Haiping's performance at home is very good, turn your head and use snacks, and your studies will go up. Ling Lang hurriedly comforted the old man, Qin Haiping's problem, according to this situation, it was impossible to rely on his family to help solve it, so he could only go back and think of more ways by himself.

"Then I have to ask the school and Teacher Ling to bother you more. Uncle Qin didn't distinguish the hidden information in Ling Lang's words, probably as long as he heard that his grandson was praised for being good, he would be very happy. This is the most ordinary people in Huaxia, they can be humble, they can nod to others, and they can grit their teeth and carry a mountain. They can also be ragged, they may curse God and complain about injustice, but they will be more grateful. They can hold their breath for the sake of future generations, they don't want to die, they can't die.

How difficult is life and how bitter is it? It's not that I don't want to die, it's that I can't die yet......

"Uncle Qin, you are too polite, I don't see that it is too early, I will go back first." Ling Lang suddenly thought of the throbbing of the soul body outside the gate, and suddenly remembered Qin Haiping's abnormal face. He asked himself that he had never been a virgin, and he was not able to condescendingly say "no problem", but some so-called "good deeds and good deeds" within his power could not be persuaded and hypnotized by this seemingly "natural" reason because he was afraid of getting into trouble. If you can do it, you should do it, and if you are afraid, you just want peace of mind.

"How can this work?Teacher Ling, this, Haiping's kid is already cooking, I'll scramble a few eggs, oh, no, kill a chicken, how to say, I have to finish eating before leaving?" I don't know if it's because no one has been a guest for too long, or if I think Ling Lang is a good person to talk to. Uncle Qin thought to himself that it would be the New Year, and it happened that the child hadn't eaten meat for almost two months.

"No, Uncle Qin, the school is still waiting for me to go back to duty, this can't be delayed. Ling Lang thought of a good reason, because he was afraid that if he sat down again, he would not be able to help but lose his temper.

"Ah, that's it, then tomorrow, I'll let the child bring you a few open nest eggs, this is not easy to come, and I can't have a cup of tea or a meal or something. The old man's tone was filled with a hint of self-blame, and there was a hint of helplessness.

"Then I'll go first, Uncle Qin, you two elders pay attention to your body. I'll come back to see you when I have time." Ling Lang didn't say anything to refuse, sometimes, rejecting others will only make people feel uneasy.

"Eh, it's getting dark, it's not easy to walk, you should be careful on the road. Walking to the bridge, the old man was still watching from a distance at the door of his house, and vaguely saw Ling Lang turn around and wave his hand again.

It's easy to wave, it's too hard to turn back, and there are probably so many regrets in life.

Back then, maybe Qin Haiping's father was here, and the parents, wife and son who were standing at the door of the house waved their hands, and turned around with a smile, but since then, they have never looked back.

The night is dark, there is no wind, and the moon is bright.

I turned off the lamp, went back to bed, and lay down in my kimono.

"Sure enough, I guessed right. "The pure power of Taiyin washes the upper and lower parts of the soul body, making every grain of energy in the soul body seem to be dancing with joy.

People can naturally cultivate their souls during the day. The ancient warriors took the vigorous power of the rising sun, so most of them breathed out the luck in the morning. However, soul cultivators, except for some who use the power of the sun as a concrete energy source, most of them prefer to carry out the induction with the vitality of heaven and earth at night from one to three watches, that is, at the time of the sun, at the time of the sun, and at the time of the child. Because the human soul body and the ghost are almost the same energy body, but in general, the ghost is more pure. Therefore, the soul body is naturally yin, the new moon rises from time to time, and sleeps after the middle of the day, which is the cultivation and rest time of most soul people.

The soul body naturally opens the spiritual eye, and "looking at qi" is only the most basic ability. Looking at a wisp of black qi that was close to thick ink, surrounding the room to the right of Qin Haiping's house, Ling Lang felt anger towards the ghost for the second time. Don't you let go of such people?

With a thought, he appeared outside the room directly beyond the eye of sight.

"Mom, don't go. ”

"Mom, don't leave me. ”

"Mom, don't take me away. I can't walk yet. It was Qin Haiping's voice, which sounded like he was talking in a dream.

Mother?Ling Lang chuckled in his heart, but immediately seemed to think of something.

"Alas, why bother?" Looking at the "woman" in front of her, even if she turned into a ghost, she was full of sadness and sickness, and her face was vaguely similar to Qin Haiping who was lying flat on the bed, Ling Lang didn't need to guess, he knew who "she" was.

"Why is this happening, I just want him to grow up healthy and happy, I think I can give my energy to Haiping and make him smarter and better. The sick-looking woman, in the face of Ling Lang, a "strong man" with a soul like jade, a coercive aura of a "superior person" made her instinct tell her to run away, but she still persevered.

I saw her kneeling in front of the bed, gently "touching" her son's face with her "hand", but she didn't know that her "hand", every time she brushed it, there would be a trace of gray breath that entered Qin Haiping's body, and a trace of white Yuanyang qi would be withdrawn.

"I don't know where you got it, but even if you exhaust yourself, you won't be able to do it, and it will only hurt your son even more. Haven't you noticed that he is getting weaker and weaker, and his temper is getting more and more violent?"

I want to turn myself into energy and instill it into my son, but I haven't really perfected the exercises, but I'm harming the child in disguise. Ling Lang only felt annoyed and angry, and had the urge to go up and slap this "stupid woman", but the "stupid woman" suddenly shed "tears". Licking calves is deep, love is deep, and ghosts also have "tears"?

The woman's white and translucent tears became more and more, her face became more and more yellow, and her whimper, like a cuckoo crying blood, was it guilt or despair?

"Not good". Ling Lang snorted secretly. The thought hasn't fallen yet. The soul trembled violently, but a ghost appeared in the room. This Yin God is shackled and shackled, with a fierce expression, small and black-faced, slightly chubby, dressed in black, and wearing a high black pointed hat on his head. On the hat is written four seal characters, "The world is peaceful", which means that there is no forgiveness for those who have sinned against the law. If it weren't for the inherently aggressive and jealous black impermanence, who else could there be?

Hei Wuchang just glanced at Ling Lang and didn't pay attention to him anymore, but his face became even more gloomy. Then the chains were raised, and the cold and merciless proclamation began.

"The sin soul He has obtained the technique of the old fox of Shigang Mountain, blinded the underworld, and invaded the soul, which is contrary to morality and extremely evil. It is now arrested by this mission and handed over to the punishment department for judgment, and the impermanent detention of the soul must not be delayed. "The ghost sends a verdict, does not tell the reason, only tells the facts, and the evidence is conclusive. If other ghosts, even the Bai Wuchang who is always smiling weirdly, comes, he can still beg for mercy and get a glimmer of "life". But Black Impermanence is not an ordinary ghost, it has always been known for its iron face, like an emotionless machine. Unexpectedly, Yin Si sent him to execute tonight, which proved that the sick woman could not escape this catastrophe, at this time, I was afraid that the soul envoy of this party would come, and he would not give a trace of face.

After speaking, a set of black and impermanent iron chains were put on the woman's neck, and the chain was a magic weapon of the underworld, with the power of the criminal law of heaven and earth, and it was like a red-hot iron rope, tightening human flesh, making a "zizi" sound, accompanied by faint black smoke and fire. I saw the sick woman screaming miserably, in pain, "tears" could not stop, but she still struggled desperately, unwilling to move forward, and stretched out one hand to her son on the bed.

"Don't dare to leave. Hei Wuchang snorted in his nose, and pulled his hand hard, like pulling a cow and a sheep. The sick woman, one stumbling, but no longer able to stand.

"Mom, don't go. ”

"Mom, don't leave me. Qin Haiping's soul seemed to be awakened, and a translucent hand stretched out to hold his mother, crying bitterly, shouting, and tearing.

But the black impermanence, the "body" did not turn, did not even look at it, and the hand increased the strength, the chain seemed to be surrounded by raging fire, burning the woman screaming again and again, and the "tears" in her eyes slowly turned from translucent white to blood and tears.

"Mom, don't go. ”

"Child, my child. ”

Life and death are separated, and people and ghosts have different paths.

"Alas, Lianxian, mountain, mountain, mountain, mountain...... Eighth Master, give me a face, okay?"