"Mr. Qin save me!"

After hearing this anxious call, Qin Wenming remembered who the person in front of him was.

Just an unknown young man who is not in the ordinary.

Maybe he had some relationship, so he came to him.

He looked at him up and down, and as he looked at the artist's indifference and his breathing became rapid, Qin Wenming roughly understood what was going on.

But, what does this have to do with him?

Although the little ghost was leaked from him, the artist in front of him chose it himself.

Qin Wenming did not have the habit of wiping others' butts, so he did not intend to take care of him.

If Xue Dingshan is simply not very emotionally literate and arrogant, then Qin Wenming is now indifferent and arrogant.

After obtaining the supreme secret script of Xuanmen, he is no longer the same as before. Qin Wenming has enough confidence that with his current Taoism, let alone Xue Dingshan, I am afraid that no one in the entire Xuanmen is his enemy.

If he is given another fifty years, he will be just around the corner!

The mountain pressing on top of his head was moved away all of a sudden, and the world he was in was suddenly different.

Qin Wenming used to hide from the world to avoid Xue Dingshan's pursuit, but now he is avoiding the world to avoid Xue Dingshan's war.

After all, he was his former master, and the other party had the kindness of raising him. No matter what, Qin Wenming didn't want Xue Dingshan to die at his own hands.

I just hope that the other party can understand his hard work.

Thinking about the past, a trace of insignificant compassion flashed in Qin Wenming's eyes.

Perhaps because he had been standing on a high place for too long, his heart became colder and colder. Gradually, Qin Wenming even separated himself from ordinary people.

People of all kinds of people came and went in the house. Faced with their pursuit, Qin Wenming couldn't feel any turbulence in his heart.

In this world, the weak should not exist.

Gods and immortals should look like they have no desires and no desires.

I felt that my mentality changed because of the improvement of my realm, and thought that this was an inevitable process of becoming an immortal. Everything Qin Wenming did was just obeying his original heart.

If he felt guilty for accidentally killing his junior brother decades ago, this kind of relationship began to fade away from twenty years ago.

Ten years ago, such feelings completely disappeared. Now, Qin Wenming feels that his original choice was not at fault.

Practice is about going against the will of heaven. The road to practice is naturally full of thorns and twists and turns.

If anyone is lucky enough to be a stepping stone for his climbing upwards, it is also a kind of glory.

At worst, after you succeed, you will take your junior brother's tablet specifically, just like Zhang Daoling and Zhang Tianshi took his family and two disciples.

I think the master should be very pleased.

Now most of the human feelings have disappeared. Qin Wenming didn't even look at the person struggling in front of him. With the other party's dull expression, he slowly walked towards the study.

Seeing this, the little boy couldn't help but shake his head, looking helpless.

The artist's expression gradually cracked, and he instantly reacted, and he didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly used both hands and feet.

He hugged Qin Wenming's thigh, and the artist hurriedly said, "As long as Mr. Qin saves me, I am willing to give most of my property to Mr.!"

Now, for the sake of his life, he can be said to have given up his promise.

However, Qin Wenming is different from Xiaotong. For him, money is nothing more than something outside his body.

I felt that I was being shaken away by an unknown force, and knew that this method might not work. I racked my brains and the artist was sweating all over.

After a while, his eyes lit up.

If I remember correctly, the person in front of me seems to have a different kind of fanaticism about power.

"Mr. Qin!" Before he could even take a breath, the artist hurriedly told what he knew: "Jiang Xinghai is not dead! That little ghost was broken!"

How is that possible?

As a person who strives for excellence, especially in Taoism, Qin Wenming's requirements for himself are so harsh that they are almost perverted.

Although the little guy is not a very expensive thing, he is a masterpiece of his own, he is also higher than the level of most surrenders.

If it is said that it is possible to crack it, but the cursed person is unscathed, it is really more difficult.

Sure enough, Qin Wenming became a little interested.

Seeing that the other party stopped and knew that this method worked, the artist continued to work: "I heard that Jiang Xinghai hired a master at that time."

After thinking about it, he quickly pronounced the master's name.

"Impossible." Qin Wenming subconsciously denied: "I know the person you mentioned, he doesn't have that ability."

Just seeking fame and reputation.

Successfully aroused curiosity and ignored the artist's horrified gaze. Qin Wenming raised his hand and took three drops of blood in his heart: "Let me borrow it."

If this could help him save his life, it would be worth it.

The blood in my heart is at most a few years of life.

Looking at the bloody flowers that exploded in my heart, hiding the fear and panic that emerged in my heart, the artist could only comfort myself with a wry smile.

"Huh?" The little ghost was not dead, but was taken back to the underworld.

Didn’t it mean that the underworld generally doesn’t care about these nosy things?

Qin Wenming, who often travels back and forth between the two realms, can't understand what a ghost man looks like. The possibility of a ghost man doing good deeds is too low, and it can probably be ruled out.

So... the person who has broken his own Taoism should have a high Taoism, otherwise the ghost messenger would not let him be sent obediently.

"Interesting." When did such a character appear in Xuanmen?

Wang Luping, who descended to Hushan, was dead. The other people with such skills were too old. In order to live two more years, they would not dare to set foot in places where the yin energy was too heavy in the underworld.

Could it be that Xue Dingshan took action?

It doesn't look like it either.

If it were the master, he would have recognized that the little devil had something to do with him, and now he might have called him.

So who is it?

Gently brushed away the three blood beads from his hand. Qin Wenming wiped it with a white handkerchief while slightly curling the corners of his lips: "If you have time, you have to know that person."

This feeling of being cold at high places is so lonely.

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I didn't know that I was already thinking about it. After everything was settled, there was only half a month left before the New Year.

The school had a holiday early. At the begging of the bald class teacher, Xuanyu had no choice but to write a couplet for him.

"My handwriting is so bad, will your daughter really like it?"

The bald head teacher did this for nothing, but for his daughter who had just moved into a new house.

My daughter graduated from college and was very lucky to get an offer from the Fortune 500 companies. Although she was not in love and got married, she was still a big girl no matter what.

It is a good thing for the child to have the idea of ​​independence, so the couple took out half of their lives to give it to her as a down payment.

The house was second-hand when I bought it. The bald head teacher took advantage of the previous holiday and took time to see it once. It may be because of his nervousness or the two bizarre experiences that gave him a little difference.

Anyway, after entering, the bald head teacher always felt a little furious.

However, when he talked to his daughter, his daughter laughed at him for thinking too much, saying that he had been engaged in education for a lifetime and should not believe this.

I have seen this thing, but I can't believe it.

Seeing that my daughter was unable to persuade her and she had given the money, she couldn't go back on her regret, so the bald head teacher had to come and ask for help from her students.

"She has to like it, and she has to like it even if she doesn't like it, otherwise I will break her leg!" The bald head teacher wanted to offer this couplet on the spot.

"Don't think too much about ghosts or something, it's still a minority after all."

After hearing Xuanyu say this, the bald head teacher suddenly felt relieved: "I hope it's because I'm too sensitive."

This kind of thing is magical, but it is better not to encounter it.

After sending the other party away, Xuanyu quickly packed his luggage.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and no matter how busy Xue Dingshan is, he should come back. Yesterday afternoon, he called and said he wanted to pick him up and go back to the small mountain village.

In fact, it is the most comfortable to celebrate the New Year in the provincial capital. Not to mention the crowds, there are also floor heating and air conditioning.

Although Xuanyu doesn't care about hot and cold, she prefers places with a lot of people. If Liu Shufen has time, she wants to take the other party's family over.

Anyway, this is how it used to be.

But Xue Dingshan said that she had already learned and could become a master, and she wanted to take her to worship the ancestors or something, which was not convenient outside, so Xuanyu didn't worry much.

When he arrived downstairs at the agreed time, Xuanyu found that the car was already waiting.

The great revenge is avenged, and the granddaughter is successful. Xue Dingshan, who already feels perfect in life, is radiant.

I forgot to say that after getting familiar with him, I had already found a way to pass on the Taoist book written by Zhang Daoling and Wang Changxian to Xue Dingshan.

The Taoist Dharma suddenly improved a lot, and Xue Dingshan felt like he was rejuvenated.
To be continued...