Zhang Shan sent the two scholars to the opposite wing, stood in the corridor, stretched out his hand, took a small handful of rainwater, weighed it, poured it out, returned to the house, closed the door, with the dry hand, took out an ordinary yellow paper talisman, Zhang Shan said softly: "There is really a problem here, the rain is quite 'gloomy', it is very likely to contain evil energy, Xiaodao This talisman, called the fire burning talisman, is very ordinary, but it is widely spread, because it can best perceive the existence of evil qi......"

The young Taoist grabbed the talisman paper with two fingers, recited the incantation silently, and then quickly pasted it to the wet palm, and the yellow paper talisman burst into flames in Zhang Shan's palm, and soon turned into ashes, and the young Taoist's face was solemn, and the ashes were scraped into the brazier.

Chen Ping'an asked, "How much is this spirit rune?"

Taoist priest Zhang Shan didn't feel strange at all, and replied seriously: "This kind of spirit talisman does not enter the stream, such as the officialdom does not enter the clear stream, it is the same reason. Therefore, the price is low, the cost is only a piece of yellow paper, plus the transcription kung fu of a Qi practitioner in the lower five realms, a snowflake money can buy nearly 30 burn charms, converted into silver, that is, three taels of silver, which is not expensive. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded.

On the matter of drawing talismans, he had personally seen the mystery of the barrier-breaking talisman, when he was bewitched by the ghost of the wedding dress on the mountain road, everyone walked on the "Huangquan Road", fell into a dangerous situation similar to the ghost hitting the wall, Lin Shouyi drove an obstacle breaking talisman belonging to the landscape talisman, leading everyone forward.

After that, in the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Building, Li Xisheng painted the "word" on the wall of the bamboo building, and the word became a symbol, in fact, it belonged to a very high attainment and realm, and finally he asked the scholar Cui to give Chen Ping'an a Taoist talisman introductory book, a large stack of rune paper of different materials. Of course, there is also the "Wind and Snow Small Cone" pen, so that if Chen Ping'an wants to draw an emergency talisman, he doesn't need vermilion lacquer ink at all, and he can moisten the pen cone with a breath towards the tip of the pen.

But Chen Ping'an flipped through and over, carefully read the thin booklet "The True Writings of the Dan Book" several times, but learned the five or six of the most coarse and shallow talismans recorded in the book, and according to the book, the world's drawing is "writing the Dan book", divided into nine grades, the upper five realms of the Qi practitioner write one, two, three "three Shangpin" Danshu, the middle five realms write four five six middle three Pindanshu, the lower five realms write seven, eighty, nine lower three Pindanshu, although Chen Ping'an is not a qi practitioner, but relying on the eighteen stop sword qi to run the "breath", in one go, can also write some "Danshu Authentic Works" The entry talisman on the top, and the talisman on the rank and above, is a luxury for Chen Ping'an at the moment.

Li Xisheng once said that drawing talismans is to practice swords, which is also the original intention of Li Xisheng not to teach people to fish, but to teach people to fish.

But Chen Ping'an went all the way south, still hoping to concentrate on practicing boxing, so he only took the time to write three kinds of talismans, the earth shrinking talisman, the yang qi lantern talisman, and the pagoda town demon talisman, two or three each, just in case of accidents.

The earth shrunk charm can make Chen Ping'an shrink the ground into inches in an instant, and you can go to any place within a radius of ten zhang in one step; Yang Qi Lantern Charm is a kind of landscape barrier breaking charm, placed in the ancient ruins of mass graves, if you encounter the scene of ghosts hitting the wall again, you can follow the lantern charm to get out of the obstacle smoothly; Pagoda Town Demon Talisman is a kind of talisman with greater lethality, as soon as the rune paper comes out, you can appear out of thin air a delicate pagoda, temporarily detain the demon and evil in it, containing the power of thunder, can whip the soul.

All three belong to the most common category contained in the "Authentic Writings of the Book of Dan", which is not highly evaluated, and is only recorded as a typical example of a certain school of talismans.

Taoist priest Zhang Shan drank wine, the amount of alcohol was not good, thinking that Chen Ping'an would help keep vigil, and in order to save a Huiyang Pill, he beat his body all the way to the gloomy heavy rain, and he was already exhausted, so he fell asleep.

Chen Ping'an was very familiar with the vigil, taking a sip of wine, and after Zhang Shan fell asleep, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the foot of the wall on the other side of the door.

Over there, there is an umbrella that has been left behind.

This oil-paper umbrella was first held up by a scholar surnamed Liu, and after entering the house, a scholar surnamed Chu came here with an umbrella.

The umbrella rests quietly at the foot of the wall, with the tip of the rain pointing to the ground and the handle facing upward.

Even if the oil-paper umbrella is placed in this way, there is almost no trace of water on the ground.

It doesn't make sense.

Moreover, Chen Ping'an sensed a trace of cold air, which made people's backs chill.

So Chen Ping'an stood up, as if he had drunk too much wine, his steps were shaky, and he muttered and complained as he walked: "How can there be an umbrella put upside down like this, my hometown, if you dare to do this, you will be scolded to death by the old man......"

When he got to the corner of the wall, Chen Ping'an also burped, reached out to grab the handle of the umbrella, and was about to turn the oil paper umbrella upside down, but suddenly, a talisman slipped out of the sleeve, Chen Ping'an's eyes were awe-inspiring, how could there be a little muddy drunkenness, two fingers of lightning twisted the yellow paper, it was the pagoda town demon talisman, snapped and pressed on the umbrella handle, a colorful glazed pagoda appeared in the air, the treasure light just covered the oil paper umbrella, the umbrella surface texture was distorted, and suddenly there was a loud sound, like fat meat in the pot.

The brilliance of the suspended pagoda dimmed and soon vanished.

Chen Ping'an didn't do it endlessly, lest he was not good at learning and art, and the rank of the drawing talisman was too low, which led to a missed opportunity, so he simply sacrificed the remaining two demon talismans together, and posted them on the umbrella surface of the oil-paper umbrella with lightning speed, and then there was no need to force a breath, Chen Ping'an, who was at the peak of the three realms of martial arts, flowed with his heart, and his fist intent suddenly exploded, with a very short distance and a very explosive inch fist, he smashed on the three demon talismans continuously, and the fist did not destroy the umbrella at all, but the surging fist intent almost completely penetrated the umbrella.

This is the difference between the three realms of ordinary martial artists and the three realms trained by the old man surnamed Cui.

After Chen Ping'an did all this, he clenched the vermilion sword in his hand, ready to let the first and fifteenth days of the new year come out to defend against the enemy.

But after the umbrella trembled and swayed, black smoke with a fishy smell rose and gradually dissipated, and then it was completely silent.

Chen Ping'an was a little confused, is this the end?

This strange oil-paper umbrella that must have hidden mysteries, there is no afterhand killing?

For example, black smoke billowed out, roaring and shaking the sky, and a hideous and terrifying evil yin thing ran out?

The ghost of the wedding dress encountered on the mountain path at the beginning made Chen Ping'an remember it vividly, leading their noses everywhere, the blind Taoist who was proficient in Lei Fa was not her opponent at all, if it weren't for the Fengxue Temple Wei Jin sword to break through the boundary and show the demeanor of the sword fairy, I am afraid that Chen Ping'an would be forced out of two wisps of sword qi at that time, and there would be no chance to confront the young Cui Qi at the wellhead later.

Chen Ping'an squatted on the ground, staring at the oil-paper umbrella in a daze, and after taking a sip of wine, he didn't forget to lift the umbrella and shake it a few times, and there was a subtle sound of ashes pouring down in the umbrella.

Chen Ping'an squatted there scratching his head, drinking wine, feeling a little empty in his heart, he was used to dying and living every day in Luoluo Shanzhulou, and now it was like ...... Got used to drinking spirits, and then went to drink water?

However, Chen Ping'an silently comforted himself, no matter which scholar this oil-paper umbrella had anything to do with, or it was hidden by the yin object after entering the house, and this little strangeness in the umbrella must be just a river crossing pawn exploring the way. So don't take it lightly, so Chen Ping'an stood up, sat at the table, and by the light of the lamp, he took out the small cone pen of wind and snow from the square inch, sighed, and began to draw talismans, the talisman is still a pagoda town demon talisman, but the talisman paper is no longer yellow paper, but replaced with a golden rune paper.

After drawing a piece of rune paper, Chen Ping'an habitually picked up the wine gourd at hand, raised his head and poured a large sip of wine, and after a short rest, he waited until his breath was stable before he dared to write.

Stormy nights, wind and snow pen, Chen Ping'an, who is slightly drunk, writes like a god.

At hand is a vermilion sword-raising gourd, and two demons in the wooden box.

Of course, on the bed, accompanied by the snoring of Taoist priest Zhang Shan.

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Torrential wind and rain, occasionally torn apart by lightning and thunder, from a small hillside outside the ancient house, there is a middle-aged Taoist with a dusty expression, his expression is gloomy, he spreads his hands and looks, a bronze money with a simple shape, suddenly shattered, the middle-aged Taoist's face is gloomy and uncertain, enduring distress, seemingly casually throwing it away, snorting coldly: "A pair of dog men and women who are not ghosts and ghosts, but also have to resist stubbornly, only to increase the pain." ”

There was a tall man in thin clothes standing next to the middle-aged Taoist, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, afraid of the rain hitting his whole body, in his eyes, there was occasionally a trace of golden light flashing, and there was a fist-sized seal box hanging from his waist.

The Taoist didn't want to dwell on this matter, so he let it go and asked, "Who is the big bearded swordsman, and why did he happen to visit the ancient mansion tonight?"

The tall man sneered: "I heard that at the end of last year, there was a foreign ranger in Caiyi Country, relying on a good knife, and cleaning up a few unfashionable rural yin things, he became famous, looking at the divine will that he showed when he walked in this heavy rain, at most he was a martial artist of the four realms, if it was elsewhere, he would be afraid of a few points, and now in my realm, it is not worth mentioning." When the time comes, you and I will clean it up, and you can use it to make a puppet, and I will not stop it, but the knife will belong to me. ”

The middle-aged Taoist swept the dust, the mist rose all over his body, and the rain-soaked Dao robe was instantly dry, and said with a smile: "Then it's decided." ”

The tall man hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "The backer of the owner of the ancient mansion has really lost power within the Divine Decree Sect?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and smiled: "The news of you, the mountain god, is inevitably too blocked. ”

The tall man's face was full of gloom, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's not to blame the appearance of that house, I made a tattered formation that the secret of the Divine Decree Sect did not spread, and it eroded the aura of a hundred miles away little by little, causing my golden body to gradually decay in the past hundred years, and now who is willing to treat me as a mountain god, and I am worse than the land lord elsewhere." If I don't take revenge, I can't solve the hatred in my heart!"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded yes and comforted him.

In fact, the mountain temple here, that is, the place where the golden body of the man is enshrined, is not a pornographic shrine by the court of the Caiyi country, plus mass graves everywhere, filthy air covers the sky, tall men accept incense, after luckily becoming a god of mountains and rivers, in order to practice, do not hesitate to dry up and fish, accelerating the process of the decay of the mountains and rivers, the ancient house as the formation of the eye of the formation operation, only absorb the evil qi, and do not lose the aura of the landscape, but maintain the balance of the landscape, but these insiders, it is useless to say more, the middle-aged Taoist who fell into the devil's path and the mountain god who does not take the right path, both sides know that no one is a good bird anyway。

The tall man suddenly asked sharply: "I am here to regain all the territory, you are coveting the body of that female ghost, once you control it, it will definitely be like a tiger, so what is that guy trying to do? Could it be that in this ancient mansion, there are still rare magic weapons that I never know?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said, "I don't know about this, let's ask him together?"

The tall man knew in his heart, "This is very good!"

The Taoist looked around, beyond the soil, there were mostly patches of white mountain cliffs, and there were few green trees, but he knew that it was thanks to the female ghost's "leisure and leisure", and the land could have this little bit of spring.

That female ghost, whether it is chance or temperament, is really rare, and after the Taoist came here, he became more and more determined to win.

The Taoist looked at the ancient mansion and said, "This tree is full of business." ”

I never thought that the mountain god of the obscene shrine had also read a book, and said with a smile: "The tree is like this, how can people be worthy." ”

A monk and a god looked at each other and smiled.

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The second courtyard of the ancient house, one side of the wing room has been pitch black, the two scholars should have fallen asleep, but the room of the young man and the young Taoist priest with the back box, the lights are still on, and before the old woman knocks on the door, the man who is addicted to alcohol has already smelled the fragrance of wine, and he banged on the door with all his might, "But there is still wine to drink?"

The old woman didn't stop her, but said, "You arrange your own room." ”

Chen Ping'an said goodbye to the wine gourd, opened the door, and saw a strange man with a rough appearance.

The bearded swordsman glanced at Chen Ping'an, and asked with a big grin: "Little baby, listening to your walking and breathing, you should also be a person who practices martial arts?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "I have followed my elders to learn martial arts since I was a child, and this is the first time I have walked the rivers and lakes, and I don't know the division of the realm. ”

Looking back, Taoist priest Zhang Shan had been woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his shoes.

The bearded swordsman strode across the threshold, sat down on a chair, and said, "I don't know the division of the realm? That's from the poor countryside? Then why is it so smooth that our Aquarius Yayan is so smooth on this trip?

The swordsman pulled out most of the swords, the knife light was dazzling, he looked at each other angrily, and shouted: "Quickly report the name, I Zhao someone will not kill the nameless ghost under the knife!"

Chen Ping'an and Taoist priest Zhang Shan looked at each other.

Could it be because it's raining heavily outside, so this guy has water in his head?

Ghosts?

Among the qi practitioners, there are countless scattered cultivators in the wild road, and the origins are mixed, even if it is a monster and a plant and a tree, although discrimination is inevitable, but it is far from being suppressed and hunted down, but the ghost cultivation is an exception, once discovered, almost everyone shouts and shouts to kill, if it is said that birth, old age, sickness and death are the cycle of heaven, then the immortality of the qi practitioner belongs to acting against the sky, then people die in the earth for peace, that is, humanity, ghost cultivation is contrary to this principle, and belongs to the evil door and crooked way that everyone gets and is punished.

Immortals are cultivated for life, and gods are given for death.

Ghost cultivation, just the exception, is neither a life cultivation when he was alive, nor a landscape god who was enshrined by the imperial court and granted a golden body after death.

Therefore, the true and profound Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, the object of the Peachwood Sword, and the evil ghosts and ghosts that haunt everywhere are far more than the spirits hiding in the market.

The more the word spirit is in the hub of people coming and going, and business is prosperous, the more there is no obvious distinction between praise and derogation.

In fact, some large countries, especially powerful dynasties with deep-rooted power in the mountains, even ordinary people, are accustomed to living with those strange spirits.

Legend has it that there were many small charms who helped women wash their hair and groom, apply rouge, and fold their clothes, and they had wings, flew around, and were extremely familiar with them, and they loved their masters from generation to generation.

Chen Ping'an didn't defend anything at all, took off the wine gourd, and took a sip of wine silently.

The bearded man was stunned, his throat moved slightly, obviously the wine worm in his stomach was haunted, his momentum plummeted, and he cheekily stretched out his hand and said: "As long as you invite me to drink, you are a ghost, and I will turn a blind eye, as long as I don't bump into the murder and evil on the spot, everything is easy to say." ”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and didn't give it.

The bearded swordsman sighed: "You kid, you are not honest, treacherous and cunning, and you are clearly bullying me as the kind of decent master!"

Taoist priest Zhang Shan hurriedly sat down, helped to play the round, and chatted with the bearded man in the elegant dialect of Aquarius.

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The embroidered beauties in the ancient mansion leaned over there, men and women snuggled together, and the women wore blue and black skirts with huge skirts, not showing their legs and embroidered shoes.

The two of them grinded their ears and temples, and the man whispered softly: "May the lady be warm in spring, may the lady stretch her brows sadly, and may the lady push the window again and again is the bright moon in the sky, green water and green mountains......"

The woman with an extremely ugly face babbled and whimpered, sobbing like a complaint, and the skirt of her lower body rolled like a wave.

The old woman walked in the dark verandah, sighed quietly, and finally sat down by the pillars hanging the lanterns, year after year, day after year, the old woman touched her dry face, she had long forgotten how many years she had not looked in the mirror?

She is like this, presumably the young lady who has never left the embroidery building for half a step in a hundred years, even more so.

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The man chatted with the young Taoist priest, and suddenly pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife, no longer seeing the previous joking look, and said solemnly: "As the rumors of the nearby town, the demon qi comes from the backyard of the ancient house!

The bearded swordsman pondered for a moment, "You don't have to withdraw now, so as not to be targeted by the old demon of the ancient mansion, even if I lose, I will try to hold them back, listen to my news when the time comes, don't hesitate when you want you to run!"

Then the man took a deep breath, pulled out the knife from the sheath, and saw the man reach out to remove the dust from the brazier, grab a piece of burning coal, hold it in the palm of his hand, and then wipe the blade, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword became more and more sharp.

Even if the odds of winning are not high, the man is full of generosity at this time, which can be described as heroic.

Chen Ping'an handed over the wine jug with a solemn expression, "Strong man?"

The man shook his head with a smile, held the treasure knife in his hand, and got up suddenly, "It's just a drink to satisfy your hunger while chatting, in fact, killing the big demon and eliminating the demon is a thousand times more pleasant than drinking!"

In the rainy night, the man pushed the door with a knife, strode to the backyard, shook his wrist, the knife light bloomed, illuminating the surroundings, the bearded knife man looked up into the distance, and said loudly: "Xu Yuanxia is here, please advise!"

Taoist priest Zhang Shan picked up the peachwood sword tied with the demon bell, and said to Chen Ping'an in a deep voice: "I'll help him kill the demon!" Chen Ping'an, you are a pure martial artist, before you enter the four realms, you are not suitable to deal with the likes of the great demon yin, you just stay here, if you really need it, I will call you out." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Okay." ”

After the Taoist priest swept out of the house lightly a few years ago, Chen Ping'an waited for a while, did not choose to stay where he was, and waited to see the changes, but walked out of the wing, through a rain curtain, with his bare hands, looking at the opposite wing, "I know it's you." ”

The room where the lights have been out for a long time slowly opened a door, and walked out of the scholar surnamed Chu, with a slender figure, holding the torch that had been extinguished by the heavy rain before, with a smile on his face, after looking at Chen Ping'an, the reader pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his arm, rubbed his palm on the top of the torch, lit the torch instantly, and gently poked the tail end into the pillar of the corridor, and nailed the whole torch into it, "You have the least words, but the smartest, of course, the ability is not small, and you can get rid of the copper coins and ghosts of the Bailu Daoist." It's just that the ghosts of the Three Realms, in the final analysis, are like that, young people don't have to be complacent because of this......"

Chen Ping'an didn't say a word, and his emaciated figure disappeared in place without warning.

The reader was slightly stunned.

A figure in the electric flint, swept through the rain curtain between the chambers, straight to the ground, some of the big scholars did not even have time to come back to their senses, by the fist gang like a white rainbow hanging in the air, quickly smashed on the head, the whole person knocked out, even the door with the wall together with the penetration, fell into the outside of the hand of the verandah of the reader, and finally hit a thick pillar, the back vest of the pillar suddenly cracked out of a small spider web, the reader can only stop the retreat figure, vomiting blood, the spirit of the soul shock, full of horror.

It's not just that the strength of the fist is so great and terrifying, but that the fist intent and the fist are blended, hitting him, it is really like a ghost whip in the hands of an immortal, whipping the yin thing, and he is naturally restrained.

There was a loud bang.

This time it was a punch in the neck.

Even the people and the pillars collapsed backwards.

The scholar was beaten by these two punches and was blurred with blood and tears, his face was hideous, his clothes were torn, and he was about to show his original form, and he couldn't care about any layout anymore.

Then he heard a strange saying, "The first year of junior high school." ”