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Two hundred and twenty-two master's ability to throw the pot

It was already lunch time, and the owner couldn't ask Xue Cheng to go to the haunted room to see it now, and everyone went to the restaurant to have dinner first.

At this moment, a few young men walked in with their backpacks. The proprietress hurried over and greeted: "Do you guys want to stay?"

One of the young men walked into the yard and said in surprise: "It's exactly the same as in the photo! It's so exciting! Boss, which room is your haunted? We want to live!"

The boss lady with a smile on her face froze on her face, her lips twitched: "What did the young man say? Where is the haunted? Our family has never been haunted, and now we talk about that... "

"Materialism." The boss quickly supported his wife.

"Yes, materialism, demons and monsters are all imagined by people, where are they?" the boss lady smiled.

The boss followed up: "Young people should not listen to nonsense online. Many people on the Internet just make up some tricks and attract attention."

A young man wearing glasses nodded seriously: "Ghosts and other things are all rumors. I have grown up so old, and I have never encountered them once. But what happened to the Taoist priest with blood on his face?" He asked at the middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe.

"Well, they are tourists coming to travel, and they accidentally got into the face while climbing the mountain!" The boss's wife responded quickly.

"Why is he wearing a Taoist robe?"

"He... that's not popular... what..." The boss's wife stuttered.

"cosp1ay." Xue Cheng helped.

The boss's wife cast a grateful look at Xue Cheng: "Yes, yes, it's a terrible thing!"

A few young people believed it temporarily and stayed for two days in advance for the accommodation they had handled.

Xue Cheng and others went to the restaurant for dinner.

Mao Xiaoshi gave the middle-aged Taoist priest the magic pill he mentioned. His Qiankun bag was a travel backpack with the word "Tao".

After entering the table, Mao Xiaoshi introduced the middle-aged Taoist priest to Xue Cheng: "My uncle is the Taoist priest of the Emei Wangshan School, and his Taoist name is Wuyunzi."

Xue Cheng bowed and greeted him.

Mao Xiaoshi remembered that Xue Cheng said there was an outsider here, and when introducing Xue Cheng, he only said: "This is Master Xue Cheng."

When Wu Yunzi and Xue Cheng saw the favor, they immediately began to brag about themselves: "...That year, I met a monster with two horns and ten feet long in Thailand, good guy..."

"Have you eaten the lotus seeds of the moisturis?" Yan Lanxi, who had not spoken, suddenly asked.

"Ga? How do you know?" Wu Yunzi was confused.

"Do you still have it?"

Wu Yunzi shook his head: "I have eaten it all. I can tell you where I get it, but..." Wu Yunzi likes to brag, but is not stupid. It can be seen that he has eaten the clams. This handsome man is not simple. He is a martial artist. He is fighting alone in the Taoist world. If he can exchange experience or materials for his cultivation, it will be a win-win situation.

Yan Lanxi pointed at Xue Cheng and said, "I ask my disciple to help you modify the exercises, and you can cultivate your dantian and go further in your practice."

Xue Cheng looked speechless. Master, you are being blamed too quickly. My disciple is a little unable to handle it. Besides, where would she modify any martial arts?

Wu Yunzi agreed at once, saying that this transaction would be a loss. He could feel that his biggest problem now was that he could not open up his dantian.

He took out his cell phone and exchanged contact information with Xue Cheng, and gave Xue Cheng the place where he got the Xuanxinlian. Xue Cheng wanted to help him modify the martial arts. Xue Cheng thought that if he couldn't change the martial arts, he would have an omnipotent master to follow.

After the meal, the host arranged a room for everyone to rest, and asked Xue Cheng to help him see the room in question.

After Qingya, who had the sequelae of motion sickness, was resurrected in full blood, the killer's heart began to move again. Isn't it just a few folk alchemists? She has seen such people for too many times, and she likes to pretend to be a ghost, and none of them have real skills.

Today she used her strongest killer move to solve the two of them in one fell swoop.

Her strongest killer move is one of the ten secret techniques of Qinghedao that she is qualified to learn after she is promoted to a third-grade killer. The name of this secret technique is Jiujiu Guiyi. As the name suggests, this secret technique consists of nine links. Only when these nine links are combined can it be fatal. Once all these nine links are achieved, you will surely die and even gods cannot save them.

On the contrary, if you don’t completely hit these nine links, you will be safe and sound even if you hit eight links. This will prevent innocent people from killing them to the greatest extent.

The first part is called Huansha, and Qingya successfully threw a piece of pure cotton cloth soaked in special potions into the hotel's drinking water tank.

The water in the big jar is a mountain spring water specially drawn by the boss, and is only used for cooking and making tea.

After throwing the handkerchief, Qingya sat and waited for the target person to drink water, and then she could implement the second step.

After dinner, the boss took Xue Cheng to see the haunted house, and there was a room on the innermost floor of the main house.

The decoration of the room is obvious to a lady's boudoir, and the furniture in the room is obvious to an old thing, with pink curtains hanging on the carved embroidered bed.

The boss said: "This room is the boudoir of a girl who has never been married. It started last summer when a young girl stayed here for one night."

Haunted is nothing more than a tenant hearing the sound of water dripping in the bathroom in the middle of the night, but the faucet is clearly closed tightly and someone is talking, but there is clearly no one. The weirdest thing is that when the female tenant looks in the mirror, her face is not in the mirror...

Xue Cheng walked around the room, stood by the bed, and looked up and saw a yellow paper talisman sticking on the beam of the room. Judging from the color, it was just pasted. Unlike the paper talisman drawn by Mao Xiaoshi, which was purely fooling people, this paper talisman has a faint spiritual power, although it is very light, after all, there are some.

The boss said: "This is the evil-proof talisman that the Taoist priest had here in the morning. The Taoist priest said that with his immortal talisman, no monsters dared to come to do anything, but the Taoist priest posted this talisman and then became like that. He jumped out of the window and hugged the locust tree and refused to leave."

Xue Cheng looked at the evil-repelling talisman for a while and smiled: "The Taoist priest said this is the evil-repelling talisman?"

"Yes, isn't it?" The boss was puzzled. In comparison, he now believed in this young girl.

Xue Cheng didn't say anything, and a smile was placed on the corner of her mouth. Based on her current talisman attainment, she analyzed that this was a flying talisman. However, the spiritual power on this talisman was too thin. Xue Cheng estimated that it might really make her fly with her own spiritual power.

In the later stage of Qi refining, she can learn to fly with swords, but she has never had a flying sword that can be used to fly. This flying talisman just solves her current urgent need.

Taoist Master Wuyunzi posted this flying talisman here. Could it be that he was waiting for the ghost in the room to hit the flying talisman by himself and then shot the ghost away with the flying talisman?

Xue Cheng's magic eyes scanned the room. The magic eyes were not a perspective eye, and nothing appeared. She activated her mental power, scanned the entire room, and curled the corners of her mouth slightly.
Chapter completed!
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