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There is another feature of this method, which is very strange: once the curse imprint is formed and the target is locked, it must be penetrated into the body of the object. Even if Xu Xingzhi shot and killed the ghost repairer in time, the curse imprint would still fall on Jiuzhideng. .
Only by taking this for him, can Jiuzhideng escape the catastrophe.
Jiuzhideng's throat was slightly choked, and he felt remorse: "Senior brother, I shouldn't be so careless..."
"What's the use of saying this now?" Xu Xingzhi gritted his teeth, grabbed Jiuzhideng's shoulders tightly, panting, his lips faintly purple, "What are you taking off your clothes for? Put clothes on for me. good."
Meng Chongguang couldn't restrain his emotions, and a faint brilliance came from his palm: "Senior brother, you lie down here, I'll spell the spell for you..."
Xu Xingzhi grabbed half of his body and slapped Meng Chongguang's hand away with a slap: "Let Zhou Beinan know that I was injured because of this little scoundrel? I have to be laughed at by him for the rest of my life!"
Jiuzhideng's body trembled, as if he had realized something, biting his lips without saying a word.
Meng Chongguang clenched his teeth: "Don't you think about your own body at all, senior brother?"
However, Xu Xingzhi was uncharacteristically, and it was rare to be so determined: "Where is the nonsense coming from? Help me put on my clothes! Remember it all for me, no one is allowed to tell others about my injury, it's just a matter of uncovering it. It's gone!"
The sound of the altar bursting just now was shocking in this claustrophobic space. As soon as Xu Xingzhi fastened his belt, Zhou Beinan took a Danyang Peak disciple and flashed out of a passage: "... What was the sound just now?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned on the edge of a slightly larger altar stone and said with Erlang's legs crossed: "I forgot to take away the Gu worms of the ghost clan, I was shocked."
Zhou Beinan laughed: "Xu Xingzhi, you are not afraid of ghosts, why are you afraid of insects?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned back and said disdainfully, "If you, Zhou Dashao, were almost eaten by ants when you fainted from illness as a child, you might be more afraid than me."
Zhou Beinan didn't want to remind Xu Xingzhi of his childhood, so he coughed lightly, narrowed his smile a little, and changed the subject: "Why don't you look so good?"
Xu Xingzhi asked, "Don't you think it's cold here?"
Zhou Beinan said contemptuously, "You are so false."
Xu Xingzhi picked up a stone and smashed it at Zhou Beinan: "Fumbling. If you have time to fight with me, why don't you go and see if there are any fish that slip through the net."
After some searching, the group confirmed that none of these disturbing ghost cultivators were spared, and they were all killed. There were a total of thirty-seven corpses, which were sealed by Wen Xuechen with a few talismans, and they were burnt to let their souls be reincarnated cleanly.
… no one found a body missing.
In the deep valley of Baimajian.
The corpse of Gui Xiu, who had just shot and injured Xu Xingzhi, was dragged to the mountains.
It was already dark, and several vines crawled out from the depths of the wet jungle, entangling and tying the ghost repair body like a snake, and tying it into a zongzi.
Afterwards, fine white foam began to appear on the surface of the vines. The dead man, the ghost repairer, lost his skin at first, but soon revealed his broken bones in the burning.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he was destroyed so that not even bones remained.
After the body died, a ray of light slowly rose from the vines.
That is the soul core that everyone has. After death, if the soul is there, it can be reincarnated.
And a vine shot out like lightning, grabbing the soul core that had been flying into the air, and with a click, it was crushed to pieces.
Xu Xingzhi had deliberately concealed his injuries, so naturally no one could see the clues. On the way back, he was still laughing and laughing, and even Yuan Ruhui, who had always been attentive, could not notice the slightest abnormality.
Returning to Fengling Mountain, and returning to his master and uncle to report to his duties, Xu Xingzhi was so cold that he lost consciousness, but he was still conscious. Say hello.
As soon as the door was closed, Xu Xingzhi felt exhausted.
There is a hot spring pool behind his house, and Xu Xingyi walked slowly towards the pool while undressing. Along the way, he left a white robe that leaked to the ground, a horizontal belt, and a brocade shoe that kicked flying.
Walking to the edge of the pool, he shook his hands and poured out a few medicinal pills from a gourd hanging by the pool.
The pool water immediately turned milky white, the heat wave was rolling, and the medicinal fragrance was overwhelming.
Xu Xingzhi plunged his head into it, soaked in it, and let Yaoquan steam through his body.
However, probably due to the long delay in the treatment, when Xu Xingzhi climbed out after soaking in the spring for a full hour, his body was still cold, and the seams were cold and painful.
He cursed inwardly to the hell, knowing that his body would not get better for a while, so he simply wiped off the water stains on his body and walked out naked.
The hot medicine spring has been soaking for a long time, and Xu Xingzhi's head is a little dizzy, so after he returned to the room, he didn't notice that the clothes that he had thrown on the ground were all hung back on the clothes hook.
...until he saw that there was a big, well-behaved dumpling on his bed.
The man pulled his quilt and wrapped himself into a fluffy soft ball.
Xu Xingyi guessed who it was.
... After all, there are not many people who dare to enter the room and lift his bedding in the daytime.
He pulled the nightgown that was hanging on the shelf and wrapped himself up: "Heavy light?"
A beautiful, sweaty face emerged from the quilt.
His voice was soft and sweet, like a pound of maltose for three cents a pound sold on the street: "...Senior brother, I'll warm you up."
Xu Xingzhile made a sound, walked over and caught him out: "Who told you to go to my bed?"
"Senior brother's hands are so cold." Unexpectedly, Meng Chongguang didn't answer his words at all. He brought his hand to his lips and sighed, "I'll keep my brother warm."
Xu Xingzhi was stunned for a while, his face was a little hot, and he pulled his hand back: "...don't do this for me. Walk around, go back to your room and sleep."
Meng Chongguang said, "I'm not leaving."
Xu Xingzhi went to grab his arm: "Get up. If the uncle goes to the disciple's hall to round the room..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Chongguang actually grabbed Xu Xingzhi's wrist, yanked it with force, and pressed him backwards, crushing Xu Xingzhi on the bed!
Xu Xingzhi didn't know where the strength came from that body that had always been weak and collapsed in the wind. Perhaps it was because he had just been cursed and his body was a little weak, he was suppressed to the point where he could not struggle, even if he freed his wrist from Meng Chongguang's hands.
Another slender and beautiful hand took advantage of the situation to cover Xu Xingzhi's eyes, blocking out the light of the candlelight in the room.
Xu Xingzhi tried his best, but he couldn't move.
Meng Chongguang's voice came from above steadily, as soft as ever, and he couldn't even tell that he was exerting force.
He made an unreasonable request: "From today onwards, I will move into my brother's room."
He said, "I want to watch my senior brother, and I can't let my senior brother get hurt again."
He added: "I used to think that my brother could do everything, but I was too slack. This time I didn't pay attention and hurt my brother. I promise that this kind of thing will never happen in the future."
Xu Xingzhi gradually stopped trying to break away from Meng Chongguang, and listened to his words.
Meng Chongguang muttered to himself for a while, but found that Xu Xingyi was motionless, and couldn't help panicking. He immediately climbed down from Xu Xingzhi's body and let go: "...Senior brother?"
Xu Xingzhi silently got up, moved his neck and shoulders, adjusted the already scattered nightgown above his waist, and stood up.
In a panic, Meng Chongguang walked to the side of the bed with his hands, feet and knees to pull his belt: "Senior brother, please take care of me..."
With a pull, Xu Xingzhi was almost stripped off by Meng Chongguang on the spot: "Hey, hey, let go."
Meng Chongguang said aggrievedly with a soft little nasal voice: "Senior brother..."
Xu Xingzhi sighed in the sky: "...Where do you think I'm going? I'll go to the disciple hall and carry your quilt over!"
Meng Chongguang's eyes lit up, he immediately let go of his hand obediently, and knelt down on the bed: "Really?"
"I live in such a spacious hall alone, and I'm really bored." Xu Xingzhi said, "If you move here, I have someone who can chat and relieve boredom."
Meng Chongguang was so excited that his cheeks were flushed, and he was about to go to the ground with bare feet: "Senior brother is sick, I'll move it."
Xu Xingzhi pushed him back to the quilt: "I'll go. There will always be an explanation from the uncle, you go and tell me, will the uncle let you come easily?"
After saying this, he tapped Meng Chongguang's forehead, "...Stay here and warm the bed for me."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Xingzhi felt that something was wrong, but for a while it was difficult to tell what went wrong.
... As if he didn't know why he agreed to Meng Chongguang's rude request in a confused way.
He only felt that after getting along with Meng Chongguang for so many years, it was not difficult to accept that he and Meng Chongguang were inseparable during the day and lived in the same place at night.
He quickly changed into his travel clothes, turned around after hitting the screen, and said while tying his belt, "Go to bed first, you don't have to wait for me."
Meng Chongguang sat in Xu Xingzhi's quilt, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the moonlight outside the window is too bright, and Chongguang can't sleep."
Xu Xingzhi was helpless, raised his hand and formed a magic circle, and a thick fog immediately condensed outside the round window.
He seems to have made a cage out of this fog barrier, enclosing the moon in it, and softening the moonlight into a fluffy light.
"Is this okay?" Xu Xingzhi asked.
Meng Chongguang nodded lightly, pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, and muttered, "...the moonlight outside the Senior Brother's Hall is more beautiful than other places."
"Sweet mouth." Xu Xingzhi laughed at him.
When Xu Xingzhi was about to go out, Meng Chongguang told him, "Add two more clothes and go."
Xu Xingzhi said, "No need."
As soon as he opened the door, a gust of autumn wind blowing in front of him made Xu Xingzhi shiver. He only felt that the palms and soles of his feet were so cold that he had to close the door immediately. .
The door was carefully closed, but Xu Xingzhi didn't go to the disciple's hall immediately.
He walked around the drapery that wrapped around the main hall and led the corridor to the corridor, and walked a few more steps. Sure enough, he saw nine lanterns sitting tucked under the window, thin and indifferent.
There were dozens of bottles and jars in front of him, all of which seemed to be medicinal pills used to treat cold poison. He sat under the window outside his palace, the warm light from the room passed over his head, and the cold moonlight dragged his shadow long.
... He was in a rare daze, even ignorant of Xu Xingzhi's arrival.
As early as Xu Xingzhi was pressed on the bed by Meng Chongguang, he felt that there was a third person outside the hall.
Looking at Jiuzhideng's appearance, if he didn't come out to find him, he was afraid that he would sit outside until dawn and would not knock on the door of the palace.
… These two children are really worrying about one race against the other.
Xu Xingzhi tightened the tie on his chest and called out to him, "...Little lamp."
Zhou Beinan took the lead in making a decision: "Naturally, it is surrounded on all sides and attacked directly."
Qu Chi shook his head: "It's not right. We don't know how many ghost cultivators are hidden in it, and we rushed in. If we encounter a large and powerful enemy, I'll have no problem waiting for the whole body to retreat. What should these disciples do?"
"Then what can we do?" Zhou Beinan said, "First encircle the white horse's tip, send a letter to the four doors, and ask them to send more people to encircle and suppress it?"
Wen Xuechen said without blinking, "Neither."
Xu Xingzhi held his cheeks: "Xuechen is right."
After speaking, he turned to the group of disciples who were only waiting for them to issue orders, picked one of them, and asked in a loud voice, "Lu Yujiu, you Qinglianggu have been studying all kinds of formations all year round. To hide, you must use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a large array of spiritual hidden corpse arrays. If you want to practice this array, how many days will it take?"
Qinglianggu has strict rules and regulations, and the top and bottom are clearly defined. There are almost no people present who enter the inner door later than Lu Yujiu. They are all seniors, and he does not dare to intervene without authorization.
It wasn't until Wen Xuechen gave a tacit approval that he replied, "It's exactly thirty-six o'clock. It's been more than two days since the villagers were kidnapped. At this time, I'm going to call my fellow sect to help, I'm afraid I'm too weak; and if I wait for them Refining a corpse formation, with the aid of the formation, and summoning the soul, is like a tiger with wings, like a fish in water, and if you want to suppress it, it will be even more difficult."
Xu Xingzhi boasted: "This child is very good. He analyzes it properly and cultivates the Tao."
Lu Yujiu's analysis was really good, and Zhou Beinan couldn't help but glance at him.
Wen Xuechen tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers and looked at Xu Xingzhi: "You are very familiar with our disciples in the valley?"
Hearing this, Lu Yujiu nervously tightened the hem of his clothes.
However, Xu Xingzhi answered frankly: "I had a relationship with him during the ceremony of the Eastern Emperor a few years ago. He saved my disciple of Fengling Mountain, and he is a smart boy. You promote him more, Did you hear Wen Baimao?"
Wen Xuechen came across this skinless and shameless person who asked for credit for others, and was very speechless, and urged: "Xu Xingzhi, if you have an idea in your heart, talk about it quickly, don't talk about it."
Xu Xingzhi hooked the hairband that fell in front of him to the back of his head.
"I do have a way." He laughed, "...just a little bit more exciting."
Wen Xuechen: "...you said."
Xu Xingzhi said seriously: "A raid from all directions, splitting the mountain from the outside."
Zhou Beinan almost laughed out loud: "What kind of solution is this??"
Wen Xuechen did not smile. He frowned for a moment and said, "...It seems feasible."
Qu Chi also agreed: "It is indeed possible. As far as I know, when the ghosts draw an array, they must set up an altar, raise a high platform, and worship their souls. Now they are like lost dogs, and they need to borrow the spiritual power in the mountain of Baimajian. It is impossible to set up an altar on the peak of Baimajian Mountain in a dignified manner, only like a gopher, dig through the white horse's tip and borrow Qi in the mountain to set up an altar."
"Don't they just want to draw an array?" Xu Xingzhi showed a sly smile, "Let's first find out that they have dug a few passages for escape in the white horse's tip, and then gather the four of us to attack the white horse from the outside. The main peak of the peak - there is no need to split the mountain, as long as they can split their altar and the drawn sacrificial formation, they lose the formation, and panic, what else can they be arrogant?"
"At that time, we just need to follow the proven passage, go deep, and catch the turtle in the urn."
After the discussion, Xiao Tao Xian was settled in a teahouse by them.
The boss still had some sympathy for the child, and decided to keep him in the store to be a boy who made tea and boiled water, and took care of his food and accommodation. When he was a little older and could decide to stay by himself, the boss would let him go.
Wen Xuechen had a serious heart disease and was not good at walking, so Zhou Xian took him and the four accompanying disciples to Baimajian to set up the formation. Zhou Beinan and Wen Xuechen followed closely, and Xu Xingzhi, who was in charge of the checkout, was the last one to come out of the teahouse. of.
After he caught up with the team, the first thing he did was run to grab Qu Chi's whisk and drag him to the end: "Quchi, Quchi, come here, I'll give you something good."
Qu Chi let him pull, not annoyed at all: "What's the matter?"
Xu Xingzhi took out a candied haws in a paper bag from his arms.