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It turned out that this jewel was played by Lang Yuzhu when he was a child, and he was accidentally buried under a tree. And then as time grows, it is forgotten in two. It is estimated that the shape of the jewel is also the reason why Lang Yuzhu buried it casually at the beginning, and then did not look for it.

It was precisely because of this jewel that Li Niang gave birth to her spiritual consciousness just over ten years ago, and then she used the jewel to cultivate, and cultivated the illusion body half a year ago.

After that, Liniang thanked Lang Yuzhu for giving the jewel and moved her mind to repay her kindness.

She saw Lang Yuzhu not thinking about tea and dinner in front of a picture scroll, so she transformed into the lady in the painting and met him at night.

It comes naturally, and one person and one tree demon are commensurate with husband and wife.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, since Liniang appeared, Lang Yuzhu's spirit has become more trance-like, and his body has collapsed.

After listening to the other party, Chang Jin knew that he had thought about it before. In this way, the locust tree spirit is not entirely to blame.

"Although you have no intention of harming him, the demon has a different path. Lang Yuzhu is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't follow the law, if you contact him for a long time, it will inevitably lead to the evil and demonic qi in his body to invade his body, and if it continues like this, it will definitely kill him. In this way, I am afraid that you will also suffer from humane backlash. Chang Jin sighed a little.

This Lang Yuzhu's experience is similar to that of Wang Qinian's encounter with the painted skin, the only difference is that the painted skin ghost deliberately found someone to suck yang energy, and this locust tree spirit was unintentionally evil.

"Please also ask the son to save my father-in-law, Li Niang is willing to give a jewel. The locust tree spirit fell to his knees for the second time.

"You get up, it's not difficult to save Lang Yuzhu, as long as he changes his mind, and he doesn't have to spend all his energy on books and pictures every day. Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, let him go out and walk around every day, move his muscles and bones, so that the yang energy will naturally slowly recover. Also, don't touch Lang Yuzhu for too long before you get rid of your demonic energy......"

Chang Jin told him again and again, and returned the orb: "You should keep this orb for yourself, remember not to show it lightly in the future, otherwise it will cause a big disaster." ”

Just because you can resist such temptations doesn't mean that other cultivators can.

"Thank you, childe" Li Niang originally thought that the jewel was going to come back, but she didn't think that the other party didn't accept it at all, which was a bit unexpected to him.

"Go back and remember to do what I say. After Chang Jin finished speaking, he strode away, and disappeared at the end of the street in a blink of an eye.

But it was said that Na Liniang returned to Lang's house with the jewel in her hand, and she heard Lang Yuzhu crying anxiously: "Lady, why haven't you come out yet."

The locust tree spirit sighed and walked into the room.

Seeing the beauty, Lang Yuzhu hurriedly grabbed her arm and asked, "Lady, where did you go, you came so late?"

"There were some delays in the past...... Xianggong, do you love Liniang?"

"Love, of course I love" Lang Yuzhu nodded again and again.

"So that Xianggong knows that Li Niang is not a human being..."After speaking, Li Niang looked up at the other party.

saw that Lang Yuzhu just nodded and did not answer.

She only thought that the other party didn't understand, and emphasized again: "Xianggong, Li Niang is not a human, but a tree demon!"

"I already knew," Lang Yuzhu's expression seemed to be a little sober, "No matter whether Li Niang is a human or a demon, she is my lady." ”

"Thank you Xianggong" Huai Shujing cried when he heard this, "Since Xianggong loves Aliniang, he must listen to me, and the two of us will not be in contact all night in the future." ”

"Why is this?" asked Lang Yuzhu puzzled.

"Don't ask why, in short, from today onwards, the prime minister must listen to me, if you don't listen, the concubine will never appear again. ”

"Listen, I'll listen" Lang Yuzhu nodded hurriedly.

"The reason why Xiang Gong couldn't fly up when he studied before was because he usually studied hard and didn't seek to understand, you look at those high school students on the yellow list, which one of them reads like Xiang Gong.

Read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles, from tomorrow onwards, the son should no longer study behind closed doors all day, and should go out and walk around more. ”

"Okay, I promise you......"

Liniang set a few more rules, and Lang Yuzhu agreed to all of them. The next day was really as said last night, let my sister help me get out of bed and go out.

This surprised the people in the alley, and they asked what happened to the bookworm.

In more than ten days, Lang Yuzhu was already able to walk around alone. And when I meet acquaintances, I will take the initiative to say hello, and my consciousness is much more sober than before.

Of course, that's all for later.

Chang Jin said goodbye to the locust tree spirit, and after identifying the direction, he walked towards the inn.

At this time, the streets were empty, and his steps were brisk, and his feet were full of energy. As soon as the incense was burned, it had already passed the west of the city.

Walking on the street, for no reason, Chang Jin felt a palpitation in his heart, and his divine consciousness seemed to be pulled by something.

It's just that when he senses it carefully, there is nothing abnormal.

Back at the inn, it was already midnight. Chang Jin didn't alarm anyone and quietly returned to the room.

On the second day, when it was just dawn, he got up and practiced his sword, feeling that his muscles and bones were being trained, and then he put away his sword and went back to his room.

The fist does not leave the hand, and the same is true of the way of the sword, these days when he came to Fucheng, Chang Jin practiced the sword every day, and there was no interruption. Of course, in order to avoid shocking the world, he did not stimulate the aura in his body when he practiced the sword.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Chang Jin sat back at the desk and read.

Soon the courtyard became lively, and the noise was constant. He was not affected in the slightest, and did not get up and go out until he finished reading the Chinese chapter in his hand. At this time, Wang Qinian knocked on the door early and called for breakfast, but he didn't come today for some reason.

He walked to the next door, knocked on the door, and said, "Brother Qingyuan, have you gotten up?"

When Komatsu heard this, he immediately opened the door and said, "Chang Gongzi, my son-in-law is sick."

"Sick, what's wrong??" Chang Jin walked into the room and asked casually.

Wang Qinian shook his head and replied: "Foolish brother somehow, I have a headache today and am groggy. ”

Chang Jin looked at it casually, and then his expression changed: "Brother Qingyuan, where have you been in the past few days, and who have you met?"

There was only a trace of the original red qi on the top of Wang Qinian's head, and even the white qi on the top of his head showed signs of collapse.

"I just walked around the city and didn't meet anyone...... Yunsheng, what's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, I'll find a doctor for you later," Chang Jin shook his head and said. The divine sense has already probed, and Wang Qinian does not have any evil yin qi in his body, but with such a big change in luck, he did not even show any abnormalities.

Or is it the influence of other accidents...... With the improvement of the realm, Chang Jin felt more and more the mystery of human luck. Every move seems to have a trajectory, but it is elusive.

There is a way to move the whole body, and many times a small change will cause a large fluctuation in luck.

Komatsu quickly found a doctor, but the man didn't say a clue, saying that he was occasionally feeling a cold, and then prescribed a few decoctions.

There is a dilapidated mansion in the north of Wanshan Mansion, which seems to be no different from the surrounding courtyard when viewed from the outside of the wall.

When you enter the door, you will see that many peachwood stakes have been erected on the ground, the stakes are more than three feet high, and huge talismans are depicted on them, obviously forming a formation.

At this moment, there is an incense case in the talisman array, and a portrait of Daozun is hung on it.

It's just that unlike the ordinary Daozun portraits, there is no sense of righteousness and peace on it, but a bit of evil yin qi.

Daoist Liu was wearing an apricot yellow robe, holding a peachwood sword in his hand, and stood in front of the incense case with a solemn face.

Behind him, there were Ma Jin and Fan Yu standing. Farther away, several servants raised torches, watchful and on guard.

About the time of taking a stick of incense in front of the incense case, Daoist Liu suddenly bowed his head, and then a spirit talisman appeared in his hand, slammed into ashes, and quickly disappeared.

Ma Jin watched from the side for a long time, but there was no abnormality, he became a little impatient, and asked, "Dao Chief, what kind of magical power do you make, why can't I see it?"

If it weren't for Fan Yu telling Liu Daoren that he would be able to come over and watch tonight, Ma Jin would still be enjoying it on the maid's stomach at the moment, where would he come to such a ghost place. Since this courtyard was privately donated to Liu Daoren, Ma Jin rarely came here, and every time he came, he felt that the courtyard was cold and uncomfortable.

Ma Gongzi was a little restless, and Lao Dao ordered someone to carry the coffin out of the backyard. With a wave of Liu Daoren's hand, the little Taoist boy who was waiting next to him immediately led several servants away.

After a short time, several people brought back a coffin and placed it in front of the incense case.

"Open the lid of the coffin" Liu Daochang took out a magic bell from the cloth bag and ordered several servants.

The coffin opened, revealing a large man in a cloak.

As Liu Daoren shook the bell, the big man sat up straight from the coffin, turned over and jumped in front of everyone.

"Daochang Liu, who is this?" Fan Yu glanced at the man beside him, his heart was awe-inspiring, and he took a few steps back and asked. The big man was covered by a black cloth all over his body, and he couldn't see the slightest clue at all. Somehow, Fan Yu had a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Hearing him ask, Ma Jin also turned his head to look, with a curious look in his eyes. It's just that in his eyes, he really can't see any difference between the other party.

"Oh, this is the magic power that Lao Dao let the two of you see tonight, he is not a human being, but a corpse that Lao Dao I refined. Speaking of which, I also have to thank Master Ma, if it weren't for those death row inmates in the prison, the corpse would not have practiced to this situation. Daoist Liu stroked his beard and explained with a slight meaning.

"Corpses, there were nearly 100 death row prisoners who were previously transferred to the Dao Chief, why is there only one now?"

The Wanshan Mansion Prison holds thousands of prisoners every year, including hundreds on death row. Those death row inmates are usually lax in management, and even if they die in prison, they are just sick and dead, and no one asks about them at all.

In the past two years, Ma Tong instructed his subordinates to intermittently provide nearly 100 death row prisoners for Liu Daochang to wish him to cultivate supernatural powers.

Ma Jin has also heard of these things, but he didn't expect that so many death row prisoners would only practice one.

"Ma Gongzi didn't know that this corpse refining method was created by a Taoist named Mo Cui thousands of years ago, and it was specially used to guard the Daoist Academy. It's just that after thousands of years, the method of sacrifice and refining is no longer complete. The poor road was also obtained unintentionally, and after more than ten years of painstaking research, he finally gained something.

It's just that the refining conditions of the corpse are very harsh, and the slightest negligence will be abolished.

The poor road consumed countless secret medicines and energy, and finally refined this and named it Iron Slave. ”