"Hen Hen Hen~~ If you don't enter reincarnation, you will become a ghost forever, and you will return!" A fierce roar came from the black spirit body, and at the same time, its body grew like a balloon. Fast rise to more than half a person high.
Taking a closer look at his appearance, one could vaguely see traces of the 'altar master' who died in Song Shuhang's hands. However, there are only five points similar to the 'altar master'.
This is obviously the resentment formed by the curse of the 'altar master' on Song Shuhang before his death. It's just that this resentful spirit was smashed by Song Shuhang himself once, and swallowed several times by Jingcroton, but the curse still hasn't disappeared
This time, Jingcro Doudou was not by Song Shuhang's side. And Song Shuhang couldn't even keep his little mental skill 'vigilance' due to the excessive consumption of his mental power.
The cursed ghost slowly took shape again, it grinned, stretched out its sharp ghost claws, and grabbed it towards Song Shuhang's throat. With this claw down, Song Shuhang's throat will definitely leave five blood holes.
Just when the sharp claws were about to pierce Song Shuhang, a group of pure white spirits slammed out of Song Shuhang's heart—the golden shield spirit ghost contracted with Song Shuhang.
The white ghost was only the size of a fist, while the black ghost was already half the size of a human.
However, the ghost is not afraid at all. I saw it open its mouth fiercely and suck at the resentful ghost.
A strange scene happened. The ghost was like a long whale absorbing water, and its mouth was like a purple gold gourd that could 'take people into it', and directly swallowed the black ghost!
"Hiccup~" The spirit ghost hiccupped with satisfaction, and even grew in size. Then, it yawned and retracted back into Song Shuhang's mind.
In his sleep, Song Shuhang smacked his mouth, feeling that he had a very good dream... He turned over and continued to sleep beautifully.
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It was a beautiful dream.
This time, in the dream, Song Shuhang turned into an ancient person again.
He had an innocent childhood with loving parents. However, when he was six years old, he suffered from a strange disease, and the medicine was ineffective. His father took him everywhere to seek medical treatment, but his strange disease has not recovered.
In the end, his parents sent him to a dilapidated Taoist temple dozens of miles away from home, and a Taoist priest in a fiery red robe took him in.
The Taoist priest in the fiery red robe is not an ordinary person, but an immortal person. In the dream, Song Shuhang began to live with him, drinking some bitter medicinal liquid every day, and playing strange boxing techniques with the Taoist priest several times a day.
Two years later, his condition has recovered, and he has mastered some power that does not belong to mortals.
Then, one day two years and three months later, the Taoist priest in the fire-red Taoist robe brought Song Shuhang, who was dreaming, under a giant tree that towered into the clouds.
"The poor Daoist's name is Chi Xiaozi, you and I are destined to have a fate. Look good!" The Daoist priest in the fiery red robe chuckled lightly, and then he stood under the giant tree, broke a branch, and began to perform on the spot. stand up.
What kind of exercises are taught in the mouth.
That should be a peerless swordsmanship, but Song Shuhang couldn't understand it.
Because as the Taoist master uses his swordsmanship, the Taoist master's figure becomes more and more blurred, and he often skips a paragraph... And the formulas or exercises taught are described in another language, which Song Shuhang hears as simply as Chicken and duck talk.
But the 'he' in the dream seemed to see clearly, and listened fascinatedly.
After the Taoist priest in the fiery red robe finished his demonstration, he chuckled and said, "How much have you recorded?"
"Nine percent." The 'he' in the dream replied honestly.
"Yes, this 90% is enough for you to condense a golden core to set foot on the Dao. Your future destiny depends on your own efforts." Daoist Chi Xiaozi smiled and stroked the head of 'his' in the dream.
The 'he' in the dream laughed shyly, feeling faintly—the Taoist priest seems to be saying goodbye to him
Daoist Scarlet Firmament caressed his head lovingly, and squatted in front of him again, wanting to say something to him.
Suddenly, the Taoist priest looked at the 'him' in the dream in doubt.
Song Shuhang could feel that Daoist Scarlet Firmament's gaze was as deep as the universe. It seemed to pass through the 'he' in the dream, directly traversing countless time, space and years, and stared at Song Shuhang himself behind the 'he' in the dream. !
Song Shuhang felt cold, as if his whole body was seen through!
"So that's the case, Qiu's meaning! Interesting!" Daoist Scarlet Firmament laughed.
Then, the Taoist priest stood up again and picked up the branch.
Then, Daochang Scarlet Firmament changed the language and started to tell a story again.
The 'he' in this dream couldn't understand it at all, because it was not a language he was familiar with, he had never heard it before.
But... Song Shuhang understood!
"Pindao Chi Xiaozi, when he entered the Dao, he relied on a set of 'flaming knives' that can be seen everywhere in the monk world. .Although it's just a set of ordinary swordsmanship that can be seen everywhere, I hope you don't feel too stingy."
Song Shuhang had an illusion—the fiery red Taoist priest Scarlet Firmament at this time was not talking to the 'he' in the dream, but directly talking to him through the 'he' in the dream!
"The time is limited, I will demonstrate it for you once." Daoist Chixiao continued to wave the branch in his hand, using the branch as a knife, turning his wrist and swinging a knife.
In an instant, Song Shuhang felt that the world was on fire.
There seems to be endless flames surging on the branches in the hands of the Taoist priest, and the flames will never burn and never go out!
The knife fell, and the flames enveloped the world, and the world was prosperous, all of which were burned up in the flames! Even the 'heaven', which is high above, was blazing red with fire clouds.
There is no formula for swordsmanship, no swordsmanship tricks, and some are just the meaning of the sword! This knife is a set of knives!
When Song Shuhang faced this knife, he felt that his whole body was scorching hot, his mouth was dry, and his blood was going to dry up!
But, a lot of insight.
Although Daoist Chi Xiaozi couldn't see Song Shuhang, he seemed to already know that Song Shuhang had understood a lot.
Moreover, the towering branch behind him also turned into ashes and disappeared.
The 'he' in the dream was stunned.
The Taoist priest in the fiery red robe let out a soft whistle, and stepped steadily towards the sky, without any external force, volleyed across the sky, ascended step by step, and finally disappeared.
The 'he' in the dream kneeled respectfully and kowtowed three times.
And then... The picture in the dream changed, and it was already unknown how many years later.
The 'he' in the dream is already an adult. At this time, he is carrying a blue short sword and wearing the same style of Taoist robe as the Taoist priest Chixiaozi, but he changed the color to cyan.
The monk in the cyan robe, the loose cultivator, Li Tiansu!
After the dream ended, Song Shuhang opened his eyes... The sky was bright.
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The time is 6:03 in the morning. July 2, Tuesday, sunny.
Song Shuhang rolled over from the bed and sat up.
"Is it a dream?" As he spoke, he found himself wet and sweating profusely!
"It's not a dream... So, is it the 'memory' of that loose cultivator Li Tiansu?" Because of having a similar memory once, Song Shuhang immediately came to his senses.
That 'Li Tiansu' should be the senior loose cultivator who flew over and exploded two pieces of equipment when he was contracting the ghost, right
Because when Senior White asked the name of the loose cultivator, Song Shuhang heard the answer 'Loose cultivator, Li Tiansu'.
But, why did the memory of this loose cultivator Li Tiansu appear in his mind
Is it a ghost? The spirit ghost seemed to absorb some of Li Tian's energy when he was plasticizing the Tao and had a mutation, and then when the spirit ghost synchronized with him, he let him 'see' this memory
While thinking about it, Song Shuhang lowered his head and saw the ring on his finger again - a bronze ring.
It was one of the one or two items that Li Tian left behind after plasticizing the Dao.
"Isn't this ring because of the ghost, but because of the memory of the former owner on this ring? That's why I had that dream?" Song Shuhang said again.
Thinking of that dream, Song Shuhang's deepest memory was the flaming knife taught by the 'Chi Xiaozi'.
Chi Xiaozi said that it was just the 'flaming knife technique' that can be seen everywhere in the monk world.
However, when Chi Xiaozi slashed out a flaming knife, that inextinguishable fire that burns everything, even the sky is burning, is it really just an ordinary 'flaming knife technique'
This is simply a knife to burn the sky!
Immediately, Song Shuhang was about to move. Chi Xiaozi taught this trick 'flaming knife', do you want to try it and see if it is a 'dream'? Or is it Li Tiansu's 'memory'
Song Shuhang quickly ran to the safe, opened it, and took out the divine sword obtained from the 'Moon Sword Sect' suzerain.
The name of the sword is broken, the sword is three feet three long, extremely hard, and has experienced the burning of the fire of the catastrophe, it seems to have some magical changes.
Holding the knife, Song Shuhang ran to the top of the fifth floor again.
Because of the previous experience of the 'Samsung Fire Fan', he did not dare to mess around in the room at will.
"Try it, no one will see it anyway. Just think that you are daydreaming." Song Shuhang took a deep breath, recalling the appearance of Chi Xiaozi when he used the 'flaming knife'.
He also rotated the blade, and the blood in his heart and eyes boiled, and then he slashed out...
Majestic, cool pose!
However, no flames came out.
Not to mention flames, not even a spark.
"Haha." Song Shuhang laughed dryly.
Are you... dreaming and not waking up
Or, does he need to practice hard to master this 'flaming knife'
"Anyway, I'm free every day, why don't I take some time out every day to practice this flame knife occasionally." Song Shuhang decided in his heart.
If you can cut out the flames with one knife like Daoist Chi Xiaozi, it will be a disaster.
"Don't think about it anymore, let's practice first. I have to go to class seriously these few days." Song Shuhang exercised his muscles.
Then, put aside the treasured sword 'Basui', start to practice the "King Kong Basic Boxing Technique", and then use the "True Self Meditation Sutra" to guide the qi and blood into the third orifice, the nose orifice.
The third orifice, the nose orifice, is more difficult than opening the eye orifice. If there is no external force, it will take two years at least.