"Poor Dao Huazhen, it is Qinzhou's palm lamp, and I am here to collect the soul of Brother Xuanyuan. ”

The burly old Taoist opened his mouth first and gave a word to Wang Shen.

Wang Shen felt the familiar soul in the golden lamp, his mouth was extremely dry, and after a few strong expressions, he saluted and said, "Junior Wang Shen, I have seen a real person." ”

As the palm lamp of a state, if you can personally bring the soul-attracting golden lamp here, your cultivation must have reached the realm of real people.

Hua Zhen Daoist nodded and said: "The matter of the Lingshi, Poor Dao has heard the senior brother of the head of our sect mention it. This Soul Attraction Pavilion is a place for the four of you masters and apprentices to stay, and I have already asked the meaning of Senior Brother and Sister Ling, if you are interested in taking over the task of lighting the lamp from the Commander, Poor Dao can make the decision to let you continue to stay here. You don't need to make a hasty decision first, and after three days, when you finish taking care of the master, you will come back again, whether you go or stay, it's all up to you. ”

Wang Shen saluted again and said: "The younger generation knows, and there is Lao Zhenren who bothered." ”

Hua Zhen Daoist didn't speak, looked back at the room behind him, sighed lightly, waved his hand slightly, and the huge golden lamp hanging behind him left with him.

In the blink of an eye, one person and one light disappeared from Wang Shen's field of vision.

Pushing open the hidden door, there was an indescribable heavy smell in the room, looking at the familiar old man lying peacefully on the bed, Wang Shen couldn't make a sound in his throat, although he had long expected that there would be today, but when he really waited until the other party closed his eyes forever, he still couldn't suppress the grief in his heart.

At this time, there were two other people beside the bed, a man with a cold and serious expression stood quietly beside him, looking a few years older than Wang Shen, exuding an extremely pressing momentum on his body, sharp and abnormal. The other person was a delicate girl, and the sobbing sound that was about to calm down couldn't help but sound again the moment Wang Shen entered the door.

"Xiao Shen, teacher...... Master, he ......"

The woman cried so much that she couldn't finish a word, and her expression was extremely sad.

The man next to him turned his head to look at Wang Shen, and said calmly, "You're back." ”

This sentence was said without sorrow or joy, but judging from his stiff Adam's apple and slightly twitching corners of his mouth, the sadness in his heart was no weaker than that of the other two.

"Well, I'm back. ”

Wang Shen's eyes were red, and he squeezed out a few words, and after that, the two never said a word, but they each looked at the face on the bed that was about to say goodbye.

The night was very heavy and heavy, and the woman's sobs were intermittent, one after the other, until dawn.

In accordance with the master's will, the body was buried on a hill to the east five miles away from the Soul Pavilion. This is a place that the old man chose for himself before he died, not to mention any good feng shui, but he once stood here for a whole day, and then said that standing here and looking straight to the east, he could see a very high mountain, and if he went one day, he would be buried here, with his head facing that mountain.

Later, Wang Shen also stood in the same place for a long time, but there were countless mountains in the east direction, which stretched on top of each other, and he didn't know which one his master was talking about. He didn't dare to ask, since he was taken in by his master five years ago, the other party has never told him his true origin and background of the mountain gate.

He only knew that the master's Taoist name was Xuanyuan, the senior brother's name was Yungui, and the senior sister's name was Yunxuan. When he met the three of them, he was in Qinzhou, and at that time he was a small handyman in the Qinzhou military barracks. As for why he did miscellaneous work in the Qinzhou military camp, no one knows, he doesn't seem to remember everything before he was fifteen years old, and the old firehead who brought him back to the Qinzhou military camp doesn't know his origin, only knows that his name is Wang Shen, because when he found Wang Shen unconscious outside Qinzhou City, these two words were written on the inner lining of his clothes.

The old fire head is a good person, although he calls Wang Shen back and forth on weekdays, but when he sees Xuanyuan Daoist for the first time, he knows that this old Taoist priest with a dark face who seems to have an internal illness must be a great master in the world, and he wants to stuff this kid he picked up to the other party as an apprentice. At that time, the Xuanyuan Daoist also felt that Wang Shen's bones were good, so he took the opportunity to accept it and took it all the way to the Sanhe Township Soul Attraction Pavilion.

"It's better to follow the old fairy to learn your skills than to stay in this ghost place and be a cow and horse, maybe one day you will be taken off by those beards in the Western Regions. If you pass by here in the future, just buy a few pots of wine for Lao Tzu to pay homage. ”

The old firehead died less than half a year after driving away Wang Shen, it is said that he drank too much and fell and did not wake up again, when Wang Shen returned with wine, he only found a dilapidated grave.

Then, the Sanhe Township Soul Attraction Pavilion became the only place where Wang Shen had a sense of belonging, and he stayed for five years.

A half-life master who is silent and can always cough up blood when he coughs, and a senior brother who disappears with his junior sister at dawn and doesn't come back until nightfall. So Wang Shen became the only one who worked in the pavilion, collecting souls every day, buying wine and vegetables, and finding some herbs from time to time to come back to renew the master's life.

Although the three of them never told him where he came from, he still got some clues from Yun Xuan, who was lively and playful, younger than him, but insisted on him calling his senior sister.

In order to protect her, he was chased and killed all the way in the Northern Qi Dynasty and fled here, leaving him injured. And the senior brother, who is even more serious and rigid than the master, takes her to the back mountain every day to do is to practice swords, practice every day, practice every day, it seems that there is nothing else in his life except the sword.

But in Yun Xuan's eyes, Senior Brother's sword is still very powerful, but no matter how much Senior Brother urges her to practice, she just can't learn it, she can't learn it well, and she will be scolded at every turn. What she prefers to do is play in the back mountains and then find a quiet place to play the piano.

Yun Xuan does have a good guqin, even when a layman like Wang Shen sees this qin, he knows that this thing must be very valuable, Yun Xuan also loves this qin very much, every time he goes out, he has to carry it on his back for fear that he will not be able to find it when he turns around, just like her senior brother carries a sword behind his back wherever he goes.

Later, Wang Shen also knew that Yun Xuan was not actually surnamed Yun, her original surname was Liu, her name was Liu Xuan, but the master helped her change her name, so that she could not tell anyone that her surname was Liu, even Wang Shen only knew this secret after knowing her for three years. I remember that after Yun Xuan solemnly told him his real name that day, he repeatedly instructed him not to say it, and his expression was almost exactly the same as when Master warned her not to reveal her real name.

After saying this secret, Yun Xuan pulled Wang Shen to run to the back mountain, asking him to take him to fish, catch shrimp, catch pheasants and hunt hares, a rare day every month she can rest without going to the back mountain to practice swords, this day does not play until midnight was urged by Wang Shen more than a dozen times will never go back.

Regarding the matter of practicing swords, on the first day that Wang Shen followed his master to the Soul Attraction Pavilion in Sanhe Township, the master asked him if he wanted to learn swords, and Wang Shen naturally replied. But in this world, you have to learn luck first, although Wang Shen is not young, but in the eyes of Xuanyuan Daoist, his roots are not bad, and if he is diligent, he can also make up for the disadvantages of many late studies.

It's a pity that Wang Shen didn't learn the first step of luck for more than half a year, it's not that he is stupid, it's just that his internal condition is different from ordinary people. Four years ago, after the Xuanyuan Daoist found out that Wang Shen's qi gathering was progressing very slowly, he checked him for a long time, and finally did not say a word, but just passed on his other skills.

"This spell is called Soul Suppression Technique, your senior brother disdains to practice it, and Yun Xuan is not suitable for a girl. Originally, I thought I was going to take it into the coffin, although the soul suppression technique is very sideways, but it is also a spell that has been passed down in my door for hundreds of years, but I can't chew it out if I am greedy, and the disciples in my door are not as good as in the past, and it is the right way to concentrate on learning swordsmanship, and even I myself have not studied the spirit suppression technique much. But since you can't gather energy, you can't learn the swordsmanship in my sect, but I turned it out yesterday and took a good look at it, I think it's quite suitable for you, do you want to learn it?"

Wang Shen had no concept of cultivation at that time, he only felt that what a master like the master said must be right, since this can't be learned, it is the same if he can learn it, so he naturally agreed to it in a hurry.

Fortunately, this spirit control technique does not have any requirements for vitality, from beginning to end, it is actually a mantra, a way to cast a spell, and more importantly, to cultivate one's own mental power. As for how to practice this mental power, Xuanyuan Daoist actually couldn't say anything, but according to the experience taught in the door, let Wang Shen stare at the flying insects every day when he was fine.

"It's a small lesson to be able to just glance at a bug flying in front of you, and then close your eyes and track its location. ”

Xuanyuan Daoist said.

So, the senior brother learned the sword, he learned the town spirit, Yun Xuan was idle, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and five years passed from spring to autumn.

And today, the master lay quietly in the soil, and Yun Gui and Yun Xuan packed up their salutes and prepared to say goodbye to him.

Poor Yun Xuan cried for his master for a day and a night, his voice was hoarse, and when he heard the news that his senior brother said that he would take her out of here and that his junior brother would not go with them, he cried uncontrollably again.

Wang Shen stood quietly by the master's grave, looking at Yun Gui, who had made up his mind, and Yun Xuan, who was crying like an adult, full of bitterness.

"Have you thought about it?"

Yungui finally asked.

Wang Shen smiled bitterly: "I don't have a place to go, let's stay here first, the master has just left for less than a day, and I can't even have a housekeeper." ”

Yun Gui nodded and said, "It's okay, but this place is not a long-term place after all, so let's leave if you have the opportunity to leave in the future." The husband of the man still has to see the outside world. You are different from us, Master did not officially accept you as an entry, and even if you go out, others will not recognize you. ”

Hearing this, Wang Shen glanced at the poor Yun Xuan, thought of the terrible injuries on his master's body, and hesitated, "Isn't it dangerous for you to go out?"

"I have my own way to hide, don't worry, as long as I'm alive, no one will be able to hurt Yun Xuan. ”

"That's good, you must take care of yourself. ”

"Well, you too. ”

After saying this, Yun Gui pulled Yun Xuan, who turned back three times in one step, and Wang Shen listened to Yun Xuan, who was getting farther and farther away, with a crying voice, and watched the two disappear.