After the apprenticeship ceremony, Lang Shuoyang was officially the founding disciple of Lang Zixuan. She told Lang Shuoyang that she could still call her Sister Zixuan in front of others, but in her heart she must still respect her as her master.
Lang Shuoyang agreed. Do you know what he was calling you in his heart? Sister Zixuan! Sister Xuan! Beauty! Wife... She really doesn’t have that great magical power. Lang Shuoyang called her wife in his heart, but she still looked at him and smiled.
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The two of them fished for a whole day. It should be said that Lang Zixuan fished for a whole day, because there was only one fishing rod. Lang Shuoyang sat beside her and listened to her preaching.
She said that the origin of Maoshan Shu is thousands of years old, with many branches and schools, and has even spread overseas. The Emeishan line alone has a history of several hundred years. During this period, capable people have emerged in endlessly, and there are many chivalrous ways of upright and upright saving people.
This is a non-criminal person. It is said that many head-lowering masters are a branch of Maoshan Shu. The quality of these people varies, and there are many demons who harm all living beings. Now there is a wizard from Japan next to Mr. Long, named Taro Mizuno.
His witchcraft is very powerful, and he is a kind of head-dropper.
Lang Zixuan first taught Lang Shuoyang to memorize the spell, then took out an antique book and said it was a secret book of spells. When Lang Shuoyang saw the densely packed small characters on it, his head hurt. It seemed that the spell was really powerful. At a glance, it looked like
It's like being recited a tight curse.
Lang Zixuan said that reading is dead, and you must pay attention to learning and applying it. You have mastered the soul arresting spell, which can command ghosts. Once you have mastered it, I will teach you how to catch ghosts tonight.
Lang Shuoyang was overjoyed. If he knew this magic weapon, he wouldn't have to be afraid of the ghosts of Zhang DaDa and Zhang DaHu.
At night, Lang Zixuan went to sleep on the kang early. Lang Shuoyang didn't dare to stand on the ground, for fear that the drowned ghost family would suddenly appear at my feet. Lang Shuoyang curled up in a corner of the kang, waiting for the time to come and practice today.
When practicing the ghost-retaining curse, Lang Zixuan said that midnight is the time when the yin energy is the strongest, so he would wake her up at midnight.
Lang Shuoyang looked at the time on Lang Zixuan's phone. It was not eleven o'clock yet, and he felt a little anxious. At this time, Lang Zixuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him and asked: "Who are you?" The voice was soft and soft, which was by no means usual.
Sent by Lang Zixuan, whom I know.
Lang Shuoyang's heart tightened, his scalp felt numb, and he said, "It's me, the hot boy."
"Fire boy?" Lang Zixuan sat up and smiled, "This name is quite interesting." Her actions were delicate and charming, which made Lang Shuoyang's skin crawl.
Suddenly she looked down at her clothes, covered her chest with her hands, and asked in surprise: "Why are you sleeping next to me? You didn't do anything to me, right?"
"Of course not, am I your apprentice?" Lang Shuoyang said.
"Apprentice, have I accepted an apprentice?" Lang Zixuan looked confused. Could it be that she had lost her memory? She suddenly looked at Lang Shuoyang and smiled, and the smile was very charming. If she were not familiar with Lang Zixuan's character, she would definitely think that she was a
What a delicate girl.
Lang Shuoyang said: "Master, don't scare me."
Lang Zixuan said: "Don't call me master, I'm only sixteen years old, how can I be that old?"
Lang Shuoyang's goosebumps arose again: "Are you possessed by a ghost? You are already twenty-six years old!"
Lang Zixuan hid aside: "Where is the ghost? Don't scare me, I'm so scared!"
"Sister Zixuan!" Lang Shuoyang really wanted to slap her awake, because seeing her frightened look was more frightening than seeing a ghost.
"Zixuan, is she there? Come and protect me!" Lang Zixuan looked around and said.
Lang Shuoyang smiled. She was so good at pretending. She didn't even recognize her. She must be trying to scare me. How could I have thought that Sister Zixuan, who had a serious look on her face, could be so childlike and make such a joke with me in the middle of the night?
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Since you can make trouble, I will make trouble with you. Lang Shuoyang suddenly stood up on the kang, and his head was hit by a purlin before he remembered that the house was on a low shelf. Lang Shuoyang bent down, spread his hands like a cat, and said: "You
Really not Sister Zixuan? Well, I will play with you." He said and grabbed her with both hands.
Lang Zixuan's legs were curled up, her eyes were frightened, and she suddenly shouted: "Help!" The voice was sharp and harsh. Lang Shuoyang was so frightened that he quickly put away his fierce look and said: "Forget it, I'm afraid of you. You said you are not Lang Zixuan.
Then who are you?"
"My name is Zirou, and I am Zixuan's sister." Lang Zixuan said weakly, looking at Lang Shuoyang pitifully with a pair of red and phoenix eyes.
"Haha, very good, good acting."
"I'm not lying, I'm really Zixuan's sister. Don't bully me, my sister is very powerful." Lang Zixuan's expression was so speechless that Lang Shuoyang said, "You can go to sleep, I'll wait for Lang Zixuan to come back."
She sat against the corner, wrapped the quilt around her body, and stared at Lang Shuoyang, as if she was afraid that Lang Shuoyang would invade her.
At this time, the kerosene lamp burned out and suddenly went out. The room became dark, and two shadows on the ground became blurry and clear, gradually forming human shapes. They were the ghosts of the two drowned ghosts last night. The woman was still sitting
Crying on the ground: "Xu Daode is not a human being! You are still such a coward, what's the point of living for me!"
Lang Shuoyang looked at Lang Zixuan. She seemed to have turned a blind eye to the two ghosts and still leaned against the corner with her legs crossed.
The man said: "Xu Daode is a famous scoundrel. The village chief is even afraid of him. What can I do?"
The woman then said: "In this case, I will just die, so as not to be bullied by that scoundrel." Then she stood up and walked out again, but the man still couldn't hold her back. After that, she repeated the story from last night, and the man was shouting
After saying "Cuihua, what will I do if you die? I'll let you go!" and then there was no more sound.
Lang Shuoyang jumped down to the ground and looked out of the glass window. A crescent moon was shining on the pond, and the gentle breeze was blowing. The surging water surface gave off bright light.
He turned back and said to Lang Zixuan: "Look, all the ghosts have escaped. Aren't you trying to teach me how to control the ghosts? You're just too playful when things get worse."
Lang Zixuan ignored his reproach and looked at him at a loss.
Lang Shuoyang looked outside and saw that it was already midnight. Lang Shuoyang recited the ghost-restraining spell to see if he could summon the two ghosts back.
After Lang Shuoyang recited it once, he looked out the window. Suddenly, circular ripples appeared on the water on the lake. A woman's head slowly emerged from the middle of the ripples, with long wet hair spread over her face. The head rose higher and higher.
Gradually, her body emerged from the water. This was definitely not the female ghost named Cuihua just now. She was much taller, with a white robe dragging on the ground. She slowly walked towards the house. It seemed that this leader was even taller than Lang Zixuan.
high.
Are there other ghosts in this pond? Lang Shuoyang looked back at Lang Zixuan and whispered: "Here comes a very tall female ghost."
Lang Zixuan looked very frightened, her legs curled up even more, she hugged the quilt tightly with both hands and tried to wrap herself up, saying: "Don't scare me, I'm scared!"
Damn, are you still playing? At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Dong, dong, dong." The female ghost had already arrived at the door.