That night, the moon and stars were scarce. The old man walked out of the room, looked up at the moon, and said to himself, "It's almost the fifteenth day of the first lunar month again!"

With that, he turned around and went into the backyard. The backyard is similar to the front yard, it is full of potted flowers, and there are countless empty flower pots stacked against the courtyard wall, and in the corner, there is a red brick flower house.

When the old man came to the door of the flower room, he didn't knock on the door, and said inside, "Senior brother, has there been any progress in cultivation recently?"

In the middle of the night, a cold voice came: "If you have something, just say it!"

The old man smiled and said: "Senior brother, I am afraid that you are bored in it every day, which is not conducive to cultivation. ”

"Let's say, I Gao Yong didn't grow up eating white food, I will do my best if I can, and I should pay for your room and board!"

The old man laughed and said: "Senior brother, why are you and I saying these words, this time I do have something to ask for, you also know that I am refining the yin and yang double murder, and now the yin murder will be completed, but the soul of the yang murderer has not yet landed, this is not today I found that a kid is very suitable, and it is not in our sect, so ......"

There was silence in the door for a moment before a voice came out: "Yang Zhong, it's not easy to catch a hairy boy with your Taoism, and besides, you have the help of the evil guy, and a junior can't take it down?"

Yang Zhong said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't get me wrong, I made a good wish for my brother to sit in Daxian a few years ago, and never kill before the first month, this matter is just such an inch, and I am not afraid of long nights and dreams!"

It seemed that the person inside the door was persuaded by this reason, and he said, "Tell me what the address looks like!"

Yang Zhong couldn't hide his joy on his face, and hurriedly said Ximen Jing's address and appearance, and finally said: "The yin murderer left a wisp of remnant soul in his body, when the moon is full, the yin qi is the best, this time the junior brother should not miss the great opportunity!"

At dawn, Ximen Jing woke up and sat cross-legged for a night, but his legs and feet were not numb at all. After a night of warming, washing, and washing, Ximen Jing only felt that his whole body was refreshed, and the meridians everywhere flowed smoothly. The Xuanfu was warm and dry, as if it was freezing cold, and I drank a big bowl of hot mutton soup, which was very comfortable.

Looking inward, I found that the dirt and impurities deposited in the tail hole had long disappeared, and the meridians from Xuanfu to here had expanded a lot. If these meridians used to be country roads, after the widening last night, they are now like highways.

Standing up, Ximen Jing suddenly felt sticky, touched it with his hand, and saw a layer of oil stained on his palm, and looked down to see that there was also a black layer of oil hanging on his body, and the same was true on the sheets, as if he had just come out of the smoked duck's smoked cage.

These are all dirt and turbidity accumulated in the body, which have been washed out of the body after last night's spiritual energy training. In Taoism, it is called cutting hair and washing the marrow, in Buddhism, this process is called easy tendon and bone forging, and the spiritual priest calls it washing the veins and purifying the acupoints.

Ximen Jing trotted, got into the bathroom, and washed it several times before he could be considered to have returned to his original complexion, and the grease that washed down almost blocked the sewer, which shows how much dirt has accumulated in the mortal body.

After changing his underwear and bed sheets, he returned to his room to find that it was as if it had been ravaged by a tornado, with crooked tables and sloppy cabinets and clutter all over the floor, presumably caused by the madness of last night. Ximen Jing looked at his phone, and many messages appeared on the chat software, which turned out to be sent by the senior sister who was absolutely cruel.

She said that she was on duty last night, so she didn't open the chat software, and she only found out the message this morning. There is no news of the girl yet, so she mobilized many classmates and peers to inquire about the news, and asked Ximen Jing to wait patiently.

Ximen Jing replied to the message, threw away his mobile phone, and began to think about what happened yesterday, where did that murderous ghost come from? According to the records of the spiritual priests, the natural existence of fierce spirits is extremely rare, and most of them exist in places where there is no light of day, such as ancient tombs and the like. If you can meet one, the odds of winning the lottery are even smaller, and it is even more impossible in the city, how can you be so unlucky that you can run into it at home?

Since accepting the inheritance, I have encountered these strange things one after another, one or two of which can be regarded as coincidences, and it is intriguing to encounter them every day. Suddenly, Ximen Jing thought, could it be that this murderous soul was raised by human beings and was instructed to come to trouble him?

Thinking of this, Ximen Jing linked this incident with several plane crashes, and concluded in his heart that this was what those people did. As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge a gun and it's hard to defend against a dark arrow, and the enemy is dark and I am clear, and I don't know when they will shoot, just like a sword of Damocles hanging over your head, you don't know when it will fall. It feels restless, like a thorn in the back.

Ximen Jingxin said, the top priority should be more means to defend oneself and save one's life, don't find the murderer yourself, and die before you get out of the school. Now that the first level has been broken, it is time to see if those attack spirit techniques can be learned.

So Ximen Jing took out the Lingshi transcript, sat in the study and read it carefully. Looking at it again from beginning to end, the result is the same, you can't use the attack spirit technique until you get through the second vein of Ren Du.

The fourth time I read this book, I really found new content, and there was originally a line on the back cover of my mother's handwriting. However, this time the handwriting became Dad's, could it be that every time I am promoted to a level, new handwriting can appear on this back cover?

It said: Jing'er, you can see this line of words, which means that you have first glimpsed out of the body, but at this time you are too weak, and this world is beginning to become very dangerous for you, remember to find someone to protect you.

Ximen Jing put down the book angrily, put on a posture of a black tiger, and said: "Who said that I am weak?

I think back then, when Ximen was just a freshman, he once went to the doorman to get a courier, and when he went to the communication room and found that there was no one, he poked his head into the window to find his courier. As a result, he was frightened and flew out of the sky, only to see a head hanging upside down half a foot in front of him.

Lang Lang Qiankun, blue sky and white day, in this campus full of righteousness, there are ghosts, this is worth it. The Ximen officials were angry and angry, and immediately roared: "I'm a damper!

His head slowly turned around, revealing the face of a man in his thirties, and he said, "Classmate, what are you calling nonsense?"

If you can talk, you're not a ghost. Ximen Jing tilted his head and looked up, it turned out that this was a man in a security uniform, this thing was hanging upside down on the ceiling fan with his head down and two legs hooking the fan blades, and his body slowly rotated with the fan blades, and his face was on the back of his head for a while, which made people dizzy. I heard that this trick has a famous name, called pearl inverted roller blinds.

Ximen Jing smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, I'll get the courier, you're busy with yours, I'll find it myself!"

The security guard's legs were parted, and his body volleyed into the air to play a street fighter game on Chunli's unique trick - the inverted thunderbolt whirlwind legs, which swirled and fell to the ground on the roof nearly three meters high, and the man of one hundred and fifty or sixty pounds fell to the ground as lightly and silently as four taels of cotton.