When Ling Feng spoke, his eyes almost reached the ceiling, and he seemed to have completely forgotten that his palms were still a little red and swollen from being pinched by Song Qiu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Meng Ziqing glanced at Ling Feng and ignored him.

Ling Feng boasted to himself: "Actually, I was lucky enough to meet an immortal master, who took a fancy to him and taught him a few tricks, those so-called martial arts masters are like chickens and dogs in front of me, not worth mentioning." ”

Meng Ziqing couldn't help but say: "Your kung fu of making up nonsense is really amazing, even the immortal master and the Dao have come out, if you are really as good as you say, why are you blushing and thick-necked when you shook hands just now, like a castrated male duck, it is not ashamed." ”

Ling Feng's face turned red, and he said with a stalk around his neck: "I was not ready, who knew that this kid surnamed Song was not well-intentioned, and he would have a bad heart when he shook his hand." ”

This guy is also thick-skinned, obviously he was malicious first and wanted to make Song Qiu ugly, but at this time, he shirked all the responsibility on Song Qiu.

"If you give me time to prepare, let alone this kid, even if there are ten real martial arts masters, you have to kneel down for me!" Ling Feng patted his chest vigorously and boasted loudly.

Seeing Meng Ziqing looking like a mentally ill person, burying his head to eat, and ignoring himself, Ling Feng said eagerly: "Ziqing, don't believe it, there are really gods and ghosts in this world. You know the abandoned building in our school that was built in the 40s of the last century, right? Last month it was haunted, and one of the seniors died in it, I don't know if you have heard of it?"

Meng Ziqing finally got a little interested, and said to him, "Didn't the school say that he committed suicide?"

"This is also to deceive ordinary people, I also know the senior, I also saw him happily tell people that day that he planned to go to the abandoned building to explore, to see if he could find the treasure left during the Republic of China, do you say that this kind of person may have committed suicide that night?" Ling Feng said.

Meng Ziqing narrowed her eyes and pondered for a while, and said, "If what you say is true, then this matter is indeed strange. ”

"I have seen the corpse of this senior from afar, it is full of yin qi, and he must have been killed by evil spirits. Ling Feng said affirmatively.

Meng Ziqing looked at Ling Feng suspiciously, and asked suspiciously, "Is this really as strange as you said?"

Song Qiu had been immersed in eating, and when he heard what Ling Feng said, he couldn't help but look up at him.

He is not like Meng Ziqing, who naturally has a suspicion of gods and demons. When Song Qiu heard this, he had already believed this matter, but he wasn't sure if Ling Feng was bragging, if there was really an evil ghost who killed someone, he really had to find a way to get rid of it.

"Why don't we go and find out at night?" Meng Ziqing rolled her eyes and clapped her hands to propose.

"Okay, then let Ziqing show you how powerful I am. Ling Feng said with great joy.

In fact, there are at most three truths in what he just said. It is true that he learned Taoism from a Taoist priest, but it was only the most superficial bluffing kung fu, not even a beginner, and the dilapidated building, in fact, he didn't believe that there would really be ghosts, but he had heard the Taoist priest who taught him Taoism said that there were really gods, ghosts and demons in the world, so he casually applied it to the senior who died unexpectedly. As for the corpse of the senior, he had never even seen it, and it was even more nonsense made up nonsense. It's just such a set of stories that will be the same rhetoric, but I didn't expect to move Meng Ziqing.

Meng Ziqing turned to Song Qiu and said, "Dead pervert, will you go with us at night?"

Ignoring the threatening look handed over by Ling Feng, Song Qiu thoughtfully held his chin and nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Meng Ziqing was a little surprised, she thought that it would take a little more to persuade this dead pervert to go with her, but she didn't expect to agree so easily.

"Dead pervert, how do I feel that you are a fake Song Qiu?" Meng Ziqing wondered.

Song Qiu smiled and tapped her plate with the end of her chopsticks and said, "Eat your meal." ”

After eating, Song Qiu returned to the Internet café, and as expected, this group of lazy immortals were stretching their necks, waiting for Song Qiu to come back to serve them.

After a hurry, it was already close to five o'clock in the afternoon when Song Qiu was done.

Thinking that he would have to go out in the evening, he was busy preparing dinner according to the cooking app on his phone.

When the dish was about to be ready, Tai Bai Xing sniffed the fragrance and put his hands behind his back, like a retired old cadre, and he swayed over.

Waiting for Song Qiu to serve the first dish, Tai Bai Xing didn't wait for the dish to cool down, picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating.

After eating the first bite of the dish, the picky old man immediately complained: "Song boy, your dish is fried and salty." ”

Song Qiutou, who was preparing the next dish, said without looking back: "If it's salty, you can eat it later." ”

Tai Bai Xing's eyes widened and asked, "What do you mean, it won't be salty when you eat it?"

Song Qiu replied lightly: "Yes, time will dilute everything." ”

Zhu Bajie, who came closely behind Tai Baixing, also picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, and muttered when he heard the words: "Do you dare to be a little colder in this joke?"

After making the meal, Song Qiu, who was sitting at the dinner table, finally had time to tell a few immortals about the things that might be ghostly and kill people.

Tai Bai Xing frowned and said: "If there is really an evil ghost who has killed people, it must be removed, but unfortunately the little monk is not here, and those of us who have become immortals cannot use immortal power in the mortal world." In this way, Song boy, I will teach you a 'Great Yan Fu Spell'. This spell is an immortal spell created by Emperor Zhenwu, and it has a miraculous effect on the exclusive restraint of demons and ghosts in the world. If there is really an evil ghost, you will use this spell, and you will have a whip in your hand, which should ensure that you are safe and sound, and subdue demons and eliminate demons. ”

The old man slapped Song Qiu's forehead with one palm, as if he had been empowered, and Song Qiu's mind suddenly had a memory of the "Great Yan Fu Curse".

Song Qiu closed his eyes tightly and carefully memorized the pictures and words in his mind.

Although these memories have reached Song Qiu's mind, if they are not comprehended and digested, it will be like talking on paper, and these memories in his mind will never be actively turned into something that can be used by Song Qiu.

The sky was getting dark, and an arc moon hung in the sky early.

After Song Qiu collected the dishes and chopsticks, he cleaned them up again, and then greeted the gods and walked out of the Internet café.

Tai Bai Xing, who had just finished a game, won a rare victory in the game, and was in a good mood, and his eyes saw the dark night outside the door of the Internet café, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the old man forgot that this kid was just an immortal cultivator who had just entered the door, and subconsciously thought that he was the same immortal as us." The old man remembered that because of the huge difficulty of this exercise, as soon as he created it, he was rated as a flood level exercise by the Heavenly End Pavilion. With a stunning figure like Emperor Zhenwu, who was regarded as a once-in-a-lifetime figure in the Heavenly Realm, it took more than three years to create the 'Great Yan Fu Curse'. 'Dayan Fu Spell' I don't have a problem with immortal cultivation, but I'm afraid this kid won't be able to learn it in another ten years, right?"

Tai Bai Xing thought about it again, "It's not even a matter of whether there are evil ghosts, not to mention that he has a divine whip in his hand, even if he can't use the 'Great Yan Fu Curse', there shouldn't be a problem." ”

At this time, the game in front of him began again, and the old man's mind was completely immersed in the game, and he was not distracted to think about it anymore.