It is recorded in the "Biography of Lieyi" written by Zhang Hua of the Jin Dynasty that Song Dingbo, a native of Nanyang, met a ghost on the night road, and simply deceived the ghost that he was also a ghost, and deceived the ghost from the mouth of the ghost to be the most afraid of spitting. After Lā arrived in Wan City, the ghost was caught by Song Dingbo and turned into a sheep. Song Dingbo was still afraid that the ghost would change again and escape, so he simply spat on it, and sold it for 1,500 yuan after fixing the shape.

Regardless of the integrity issues contained in this story, Dingbo's spit ghost is not just an example or Zhang Hua's imagination. As early as the pre-Qin period, the method of using saliva to treat people has been formed. Similarly, it is recorded in Qin Jian's "Sealed Diagnosis" of Sleeping Tiger Land that someone harmed people with poisoning liquid from the mouth. And whether it is saving people or harming people, it is all saliva, that is, the "spittle" series that circulates in today's dynasty spells.

What Wen Lingwu used was the [Dingbo Spit Ghost Technique] derived from Song Dingbo's spitting ghost allusions, although the spitting ghost turned into a sheep after the spitting ghost was quite a bit of a reversal of cause and effect, but as long as it was easy to use. The spittle taught in the art school today is derived from the spells in the "Thousand Golden Wings" compiled and edited by Sun Simiao, the "King of Medicine", most of which belong to the Zhu You family, and a few belong to the disgusting department.

For example, he used saliva to paste posters on the wall of the conference room before, and the posters were bought privately from the group of dead houses in the Gewu department, and it is estimated that Wen Lingwu himself didn't know who the names of those girls were who were showy, but it was his saliva that played the main role. It was the [Spit Forbidden Ghost Technique] that belonged to the Forbidden Law System of the Disgusting Division, which could not only make the ghosts of the Five Directions retreat, but even the [Five Ghosts and Fools of Heaven Method] of the Imperial Spirit Department could resist it.

The only problem is probably ...... The functionality of the spit is too obvious and targeted, and there is no room for further development. It was still the Tang Dynasty when Sun Yaowang recorded the spittle, and it was good for everyone to use it at that time, where would they think about it so much? But in terms of the current situation, there are too many paths that everyone can choose, and they all say that people go to high places and water flows to low places, so whoever first enters the school will look at the higher sect with their eyes.

But for Wen Lingwu, there are not so many choices. He has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and he never thought that he would be able to enter a technical school, and his only goal after entering the technical school is to cure his body. For him, being able to learn spells was already a very happy thing in itself, and spitting curses were actually a by-product of the cultivation process.

But well...... Correspondingly, Wen Lingwu himself has no experience in specific fighting methods. On-campus internships are on-campus internships, and there are always other people to take exams, so this face-to-face performance is another matter.

For example, right now, he's lying on the ground crying.

"Too ...... It's too bullying...... "Wen Lingwu cried with pear blossoms and rain, and Mu Changli next to him couldn't persuade him, "I know it...... I was so cowardly that I held my head down and wouldn't let me move...... My neck is stretched......"

"If you turn your head and can't hit the ghost with a spittle, won't it be even more doomed?" Mu Changli squatted beside him, organized the wording, and said earnestly, "You also know that there is a fire on the head and on each shoulder. If you turn your head, the three fires will become weaker, and the ghosts will be more likely to invade you. ”

Hearing Mu Changli say this, Wen Lingwu turned his head with tears in his eyes and asked, "Really?"

Mu Changli said righteously: "Of course it's fake!"

Wen Lingwu: Σ (⊙ mouth ⊙)

"Didn't Lao Chen talk about it in class? These three fires are actually the three souls, to put it bluntly, you are still afraid in your heart, and the three souls are uncertain. Therefore, many of the Disgusting Sect spells have to make people turn their heads, in order to distract others. If you are not afraid at all, no one else can shake you, no matter what you are facing or what you are behind. Mu Changli saw that the goat was not honest, and he was eager to rush up to the two people, and took out his throwing stick and aimed it at the goat's head. This blow caused the goat's head to bleed, but although the blood that came out was red, it was not half hot.

"It's the first time I've seen a ghost sheep, and it really looks like an ordinary sheep......" Mu Changli tied a rope to the sheep and whipped it twice with a slinger. The goat immediately became honest and no longer dared to move casually.

Wen Lingwu lay on the ground and cried for a while, and finally got up and wiped his tears with a handkerchief. Psychologically speaking, crying is an effective catharsis for emotions and relaxes the nerves that are extremely tense. After such a cry, Wen Lingwu's mood was indeed much more stable, and he even took the initiative to say: "We...... Come again?"

"Is your state okay?" Mu Changli observed Wen Lingwu up and down, and it was better to remind him first, "If you feel that something is not suitable, you must say it in time, spells are very delicate things, and a small mistake may cause endless troubles." ”

Wen Lingwu took a few deep breaths in a row, and then clenched his fists hard: "I'm fine!" But then his voice became lower again, "And in our group, I should be the main force to deal with ghosts...... Aren't all your spells for people?"

"Don't think too much about it, spells and other things come to the same end. A lot of things can be done with different spells, it's just up to you how you use them. Mu Changli looked up at the emergency light, the light suddenly flickered a few times, and finally went out, "Well, look there, there, and there." ”

Wen Lingwu immediately followed the direction that Mu Changli was pointing, the originally dim shadow under the emergency light was rapidly beginning to expand, as if something was about to escape from it; it was still summer, but a white palm print appeared on the glass window next to the corridor, and a hand behind the palm print was becoming more and more clear; in the chandelier on the ceiling, a pair of bare feet were slowly falling, and the owner of the foot was wearing a bright red long dress, which looked particularly mad.

"For this kind of ghosts who only follow their instincts to harm people, their power is actually quite weak, and they can't directly harm humans. Therefore, it is necessary to make people weak first through spiritual means, illusions, dreams, etc., and finally take people's lives. Wen Lingwu had already taken a step back in fear, but Mu Changli talked without fear, and kicked the goat by the way, kicking the goat to kneel on the ground immediately, "So, we can ...... like this"

Mu Changli's other hand stretched out from his pocket, and as the palm of his hand opened, a pitch-black crow immediately stood up in his palm. The crow that had just been conjured by the [Bird Spell] flapped its wings twice, and let out a hoarse and ugly cry from its mouth.

However, this cry was as if it had magical power, and the three ghosts immediately seemed to have been hit by the [Immobilization Spell], and they were completely unable to move.

"The crow is a sacred bird that can communicate life and death, and can fly into the world of the dead who only exist under the surface of the sea, and the mere cry can deter these guys. Mu Changli looked at the ghosts who still wanted to struggle, and reached out to grab the crow's wings, screaming in pain. Thanks to the crow's cry, the bodies of the three ghosts simply curled up slightly.

The ghost lying on the window was obviously the least affected, and the white palm print quickly faded, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost invisible. Mu Changli caught a glimpse of it trying to escape from the corner of his eye, and blew lightly at the window with his mouth. A phantom fire immediately burst into flames outside the window, and it completely lit up the appearance of the ghost outside the window: barely discerning the shape of a person, and the ghost in it twisted and danced wildly, looking from a distance, like a large burning torch.

"Don't be stunned. Mu Changli reminded Wen Lingwu next to him, "Go on." ”

......

The next morning, there were more than two dozen bleating goats in the school's atrium.

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