Leng Han's dull gaze changed slightly. He was very afraid of the people in front of him, a fear in the depths of his soul. This fear drove him to do things that he couldn't normally do, and to say something that he couldn't usually do, it seemed that the brain generation also had a little bit of inspiration at this time!

Mr. Lu smiled: "Very good! Very good!"

He sat across from the cold, grim smile covering his pale face, like a hell in the light. His face seemed to have a kind of magic power, and when he saw it coldly, his soul roared, like falling into the abyss, unable to do it himself!

Mr. Lu was very satisfied and stretched out a finger to tap on the tabletop, the rhythm was strange and strange, not slow or fast, it seemed to be eternal. With each knock, the cold soul trembled.

"Damn, old thing, here we go again!" the white soul cursed, apparently unaffected. However, I saw that every time the soul on the opposite side trembled, a trace of strange power poured into it, and the soul became a little stronger, but its gaze was still dull, and its vitality was also reduced a little!

In the study, Mr. Lu tapped on the table at an even speed.

"One plus one, what is it?"

Mr. Lu asked unhurriedly, his voice seemed to be far and near, cold and biting!

"One plus one, what is it?"

"One plus one, what is it?"

"One plus one, what is it?"

Leng Han's eyes were blank. Repeat this phrase over and over again!

"One plus one equals three!"

Mr. Lu's cold and gloomy voice sounded faintly!

"One plus one, wait three!"

"One plus one, wait three!"

"One plus one, wait three!"

Leng Han's eyes were blank. Repeat this phrase over and over again!

"Two plus two equals five!" Mr. Lu said again.

Leng Han followed Dao Nian: "Two plus two, equals five!"

"Three plus three equals seven!" said Mr. Lu.

Leng Han said to Dao Nian, "Three plus three, equal to seven!"

"Four plus four, equals nine!" Mr. Lu said.

Leng Han said to Dao Nian, "Four plus four, equals nine!"

"Well, that's good!" said Mr. Lu. Then he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and four rectangular pieces of yellow paper, about a foot long and three inches wide, appeared in his hand. It is written in seal script with the words three, five, seven, nine, etc.!

"Go!" Mr. Lu snorted coldly! The four pieces of yellow paper in his hand flashed, glowing yellow, and then flashed, and they shot towards the four-cornered flags in the room.

The moment the yellow paper approached the order flag, a low roar sounded from the command flag, and then, the yellow paper yellow mangs were released, and then flashed, and then disappeared into the order flag.

Suddenly, the four corners of the room rolled out, accompanied by a roaring sound, instantly covering the study.

At this time, Mr. Lu sat opposite Leng Han, his face solemn. This set of command flags is the Confucian Shushu Prohibition Banner, which is equivalent to the natural prohibition banner of the Daomen and the Dharma Circle Prohibition Banner of the Buddhist Gate. To put it bluntly, all three are forbidden instruments!

Confucianism has six arts, and the number of arts is only one of them, and as long as a Confucian monk can cultivate two of them, he can be regarded as a middle-class and upper-class qualification. However, the vast majority of Confucian monks can only practice the art of 'calligraphy' throughout their lives. Therefore, the art of 'calligraphy' has become the universal Confucianism of Confucian monks!

There are a total of nine flags in this set of magic numbers, from one to nine, and the number of spells is life and breathe, and it is unpredictable. This made Mr. Qi Nailu unintentionally obtained. Looking at the trace of ancient tonic aura emitted by this Lingqi, you can know that it is obviously an ancient thing.

This has been a long time for Mr. Qilu, but he himself knows nothing about mathematics, and after several years of hard work, he finally mastered the method of using the surface of mathematics. But now his soul is seriously injured, and his own realm has suffered a great loss. In desperation, it can only be done with the assistance of yellow paper.

The yellow paper is called Confucianism, which is similar to the Taoist talisman and the Buddhist mantra of Buddhism, and belongs to the art of 'rite' in the six arts of Confucianism.

Mr. Lu's soul was seriously damaged and needed to absorb the souls of others for recuperation. Of course, this is also very strange for the soul of others, and it must be incomplete in the soul, but the vitality is strong and the mind seems to be awake but not awake, and it seems to be open.

For this almost perverted request, Lu Laosheng had already planned to give up, but he didn't expect to inadvertently let him discover such an existence three years ago, which made him overjoyed, so he lived in seclusion here.

Absorbing the souls of others is a thing that hurts the virtues of heaven, and it will inevitably be invisibly interfered by some kind of energy, so Mr. Lu must be fully prepared in order to be able to hide from the world. He has been making such preparations for the past three years, but the damage to his soul has reached the point where he can't wait, and he can only act in advance!

The yellow mang rolled down, and a trace of strange power continued to emerge from within it.

Old Mr. Lu's cold eyes flickered, and a group of spells flashed in his eyes.

"One plus one equals three!"

"Two plus two, equals five!"

"Three plus three, equals seven!"

"Four plus four, equals nine!"

A low roar sounded again and again, and the cold man who was sitting opposite Mr. Lu, his eyes were dull, and he repeated the low roar again and again, and the strange power poured into his body!

"Damn, damn it! This old thing is damn damned...... I can't let him go on like this anymore, otherwise, Lao Tzu will really become the saddest traverser in the history of traversal!" the white soul gritted its teeth and looked at the other soul in agony on the other side. This soul is the master of this body, and at this moment, the vitality of this soul is disappearing little by little!

If the soul of this body is swallowed, then the white soul may be permanently imprisoned in this body, and it is even possible that the soul will be scattered with the death of this body!

Even though the white soul was in a hurry, he could only watch, there was nothing he could do!

Mr. Lu's face became more and more solemn, and the sweat droplets the size of soybeans fell down. After a while, a trace of pale green gas floated out of the cold nose under the entire yellow mang, and then was absorbed by Mr. Lu!

However, at this moment, a buzzing insect chirp sounded outside the bamboo house.

As soon as this inconspicuous and subtle insect chirping sound fell into Mr. Lu's ears, it was suddenly like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which made his face change greatly!

"Spirit worm!"

Mr. Lu's face was as gray as death, and his eyes were cloudy.

At this moment, a figure outside the house came from the sky, this person was in a black robe, with an old face and yellow skin, a long beard under his forehead, and he was dressed as a Confucian scholar. He stepped on a huge calligraphy vessel, as fast as lightning. In an instant, it descended on the outside of the bamboo house!

The visitor smiled lightly and was not in a hurry to enter the house.

"Senior brother, you really know how to hide, so that your brother is easy to find! Why, when your brother comes, isn't your junior brother welcome?" The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of Mr. Lu!

In Mr. Lu's solemn expression, a trace of panic flashed. He gritted his teeth, and while urging the Shushu Lingqi quickly, he reluctantly said: "Senior brother is a guest from afar, and the junior brother should have swept away to greet him, but he has important things to do, and there are many inconveniences." Senior brother should please go back, another day junior brother will bear the guilt!"

"Haha! The junior brother laughed, for the brother came from afar, how can he go back, if the junior brother is inconvenient to greet him, the brother will break into the door!"