After lunch, a group of black-and-white impermanent freshmen laughed and played while putting on the black and white flying fish suits they had just received, and their faces were full of nervousness and novelty. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And at the end of this changing room, I saw Fan Tianjiu holding his mobile phone between his shoulders, trembling while putting black soap boots on his legs.

Although the cold atmosphere of the Ghost King Mausoleum at midnight is overwhelming, for Fan Tianjiu, a northeastern master who has been baptized by the cold in the hinterland of the mainland since he was a child, this cold is nothing to the original.

The reason why Fan Tianjiu was trembling was entirely because of the middle-aged woman on the other side of the phone.

"Mom, listen to me explain it to you......"

"What do you explain? You loser kid! How many times have I told you? If you're away from home, you can't turn off your mobile phone! You're good, you haven't been in touch with home for two days and two nights!

Do you know??! I'm going to die of a death!!Call your school, they say you've already registered, but you can't contact anyone!

If you don't call me again, I'm going to go to your school to find you!!

Mother, I am your son, if anything happens, I can ...... Woo-woo!"

Fan Tianjiu's mother scolded and scolded, and actually cried on the other end of the phone.

Fan Tianjiu had no choice but to smile bitterly when he heard this, and comforted:

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my son's fault, it's all my fault that I met a beautiful girl on the train, and I couldn't help but come forward to talk, and I ended up chatting and sitting at the station.

By the time I came to my senses, it was getting late and my phone was out of battery, so I ......."

"Wow, you kid forgot about his mother before he had a wife?!Why are you always like this?!How old are these people?!When can you grow a snack?!What if you go out of society......

"Mom~ Don't be angry. ”

Before Fan Tianjiu's mother finished speaking, she saw Fan Tianjiu's voice suddenly sank, and she said solemnly:

"Mom, to be honest, when I left home, I realized how much I loved you as a son......"

"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, you...... Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

As soon as Fan Tianjiu's words came out, Fan Tianjiu's mother was emotional, and she suddenly cried on the other end of the phone, unable to speak.

At this time, a middle-aged man's voice appeared on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, son, what's going on? I haven't seen you for a few days, how did you turn into tear gas? What the hell did you say to make your mother cry like this. ”

"Hehe, Dad, your son hasn't been in touch for two days, why don't you sound like you're in a hurry!"

Fan Tianjiu joked.

"Hehe, I don't know you kid, when the sky falls, you will be the owner of the cover, your life is harder than a cockroach, and you will find a way to live strong without the earth......"

"Hey, hey, Comrade Fan, do you have a father who talks like this? A friendly reminder, I am your own son, what are you if I am a cockroach?"

"Okay, okay, you stinky boy, you know what to say if you're looking for your dad...... Okay, since you arrived safely, the two of us don't have to worry, study hard there, your mother can't cry, I have to comfort and comfort her, next time we will talk in detail......"

"Alright then, Dad, I'll hang up the phone first, and we'll talk next time." ”

Fan Tianjiu just hung up the phone, turned his head, and suddenly found Si Bi'an standing behind him, aiming at himself with his eyes.

Fan Tianjiu was startled when he saw this, calmed down, and opened his mouth to complain:

"I'm rubbing, Anzi, you want to scare me to death when you appear so suddenly...... How's it going? Have you called your aunt and uncle?"

"Well, I've already beaten and been scolded for a long time......"

Si Bi'an scratched his head, looked up at Fan Tianjiu and asked:

"Brother Jiu, did you tell your uncle and aunt about this ghost school?"

"No ......"

Hearing Si Bi'an ask, Fan Tianjiu shook his head and sighed:

"Alas~ The woman with facial paralysis told me, she said that this miasma is rampant in the underworld, and people in the yang world will be poisoned when they come here.

My mother is the only seedling of mine, if she knew that I was in this situation now, she would have come immediately if she didn't want to.

I don't want anything to happen to her in a state of excitement, so I want to hide it from her first and see what happens...... Anzi, have you told your uncle and aunt about this?"

"That's what I thought, too, so I didn't say ......"

Si Bi'an shook his head, then looked at Fan Tianjiu and said with a sad face:

"Brother Jiu, do you think we can succeed in returning the yang?"

"Hehe, don't worry, it won't take two months for our brothers to return to the yang!"

Fan Tianjiu patted his chest and said confidently.

"Huh, is it? Brother Jiu, why are you so sure?"

Spian asked curiously.

"Hehe, because Lao Tzu has this-!"

Speaking of this, Fan Tianjiu took out his trouser pocket with a wicked smile, took out the mourning stick the size of an embroidery needle, and said confidently:

"Anzi, according to the QQ upgrade table of the paralyzed woman, as long as you kill one of the ten murderers, you can get twenty-five little suns.

In this way, these ten 'fierce' are worth a total of two hundred and fifty little suns.

And as long as you have this Zhenkun God Mourning Stick, it is not difficult to kill all the 'ten murderers', in this way, you, me and Xiucai, each person can divide more than eighty little suns on average.

Then let's catch a few more little monsters, and it's so easy to get together a hundred little suns! I guess it's about the same in two months, and then we'll be able to go home." ”

Looking at Fan Tianjiu's confident appearance, and then at the small mourning stick in his hand, Si Bi'an frowned, and said worriedly:

"Brother Jiu, will you think things too simply, that spider banshee is very powerful, I think the remaining nine should not be good stubble, just rely on such a toothpick-like little stick, can it work?"

"Bah, bah, bah, what kind of toothpick-like stick, didn't you listen to that Huang San?

This is the treasure passed down by Jiang Ziya back then, even the Jade Emperor and Taishang Laojun are afraid of the big bull immortals, and those little monsters are a bird!"

Speaking of this, Fan Tianjiu took out a chain from his pocket, tied the Zhenkun Divine Mourning Stick in his hand, carefully put it on his neck, and said confidently to Si Bi'an:

"Hehe, as long as Lao Tzu finds a way to make this baby bigger, I'll stick one by one, stick by stick, and stab the remaining nine fierce chrysanthemums to him, and then our brother will have a complete merit, wahahaha-!"

Speaking of this, Fan Tianjiu couldn't help but laugh proudly.

"But Brother Jiu, do you know who the rest of the nine murderers are, where are they?"

Si Bi'an looked at Fan Tianjiu and said suspiciously.

"Oh, well, I don't know yet...... Hey, forget it, just wait until I get a chance to ask the woman with facial paralysis, let's go, Brother Zhuzi's ghost war class is about to start, let's go see and see, what's the matter and talk about it......"

After speaking, Fan Tianjiu pulled Si Bi'an out of the dressing room......

........................

When the sun was in the sky, I saw that in the square in front of Jizooji Temple, the black and white impermanent freshmen lined up in two neat rows according to the different colors of their uniforms.

In front of them, there was a row of weapon racks—silver chains, long black sticks, and short spears with patterns carved on them, glowing with a faint blue glow in the light of the sun.

And Mu Tiezhu, who was dressed in white, was carrying a wine gourd in his hand, pacing back and forth in front of the team, and shouted to the freshmen in a loud voice:

"Ghost warfare! As the name suggests, it is the fighting technique of ghosts and gods! Its essence is similar to ordinary fighting skills, and to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than two words -- attack and defense!"

Speaking of this, Mu Tiezhu turned around and said to everyone:

"Let's talk about this defense first...... You should have all heard that our black and white impermanence has three inches of qi in our body - yang energy, spiritual energy, and fighting energy.

As the saying goes, if you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten, and if you want to be beaten, the first thing you need to practice is this inch of masculinity!"

Speaking of this, Mu Tiezhu walked to the weapon rack, stretched out his hand and pulled out a long black stick from it, turned around and threw it in front of Fan Tianjiu in front of the team, and shouted;

"Fan Tianjiu, pick up the mourning stick on the ground and get out of the ranks!"

Fan Tianjiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he didn't know what this Mu Tiezhu was going to do, but since he had already named him, Fan Tianjiu had no choice but to scratch his head, pick up the mourning stick on the ground, walk out of the team, and come to Mu Tiezhu's side.

Mu Tiezhu saw that Fan Tianjiu had to come forward, turned around and strode in front of him, bent down, patted his head with his hand, and shouted at Fan Tianjiu:

"Come, hit me hard with that stick!"

"Huh

Fan Tianjiu was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously touched the mourning stick with a metallic luster in his hand, looked at Mu Tiezhu and exclaimed:

"Brother Zhu, this stick is made of iron......"

"I know, come on-!"

Mu Tiezhu said categorically.

Fan Tianjiu looked at Mu Tiezhu's affirmative expression, then looked at the iron rod in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he slowly lifted the mourning stick in his hand, and said hesitantly:

"Brother Zhu, this is what you said, in case it breaks, don't blame me......"

"Don't bother, come on!"

Mu Tiezhu yelled impatiently.

"Okay, then I'm going to really fight, you have to be careful......"

Seeing that Mu Tiezhu was so determined, Fan Tianjiu gritted his teeth, raised the mourning stick in his hand with his backhand, stared at Mu Tiezhu's head, and shouted-

"Look at it!"

After speaking, I saw Fan Tianjiu shake his arm, and slammed it into Mu Tiezhu's head with a mourning stick......

"When-!"

As soon as the iron rod hit Mu Tiezhu's head, a piercing metal collision suddenly sounded.

Fan Tianjiu suddenly felt that his hands were numb, the mourning stick was bounced away in an instant, and he himself was shocked to stumble back two steps and fall to the ground.

"I'm rubbing--what a hard head!"

Fan Tianjiu sat up from the ground and stared at Mu Tiezhu's head in amazement.

"Hehe, everyone has seen it, this is the effect of pure yang qi, as long as you concentrate on cultivation, it won't take long for you to become like me, turning into copper skin and iron bones and steel.

At that time, even if your body can't reach the realm of Vajra indestructible, but you are invulnerable, and the axe is absolutely fine, how about it?

"I'm rubbing--! It turns out that this is the real iron cloth shirt, it's too hanging-!"

"Wow!

Fan Tianjiu jumped up excitedly when he heard this, and surrounded Mu Tiezhu with the surrounding students and shouted loudly.

"Hehe, okay, okay, students, don't be too happy too early, be quiet, listen to me......"

Mu Tiezhu smiled and waved his hand to everyone, and after everyone quieted down, I saw Mu Tiezhu looking at everyone with a deep meaning and smiling:

"Hehe, since all the students want to 'make steel', I'm afraid they will have to endure the pain of 'quenching' first. ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this......