The sun rises and the moon sets, time flies by, and before you know it, Hanxiu has spent seven years alone in this lonely attic.
In the past seven years, except for food and convenience, he had hardly left the pavilion. He had been studying books. And since the evil-suppressing sect leader left a copy of "The Mantra for Passing Ghosts" three years ago, he has hardly left the pavilion.
, and never appeared again.
Under the shade of the trees in front of the pavilion, an armored soldier was leaning on a tree trunk and lazing around. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure at the pavilion door. His pupils shrank sharply, as if he couldn't believe his own eyes.
Another armored soldier beside him also looked horrified and exclaimed: "The little master has come out of seclusion!"
No wonder they were surprised, because Hanxiu had stayed in the pavilion for seven years and rarely appeared in front of others. This was the first time he had really left the door of this nine-story pavilion.
It was early spring, the vegetation was growing, and the golden-red sunlight shone through the dense leaves of the giant tree in front of the building, falling on the white face of the young man in black robe, causing him to squint his eyes slightly.
The two armored soldiers stepped forward hurriedly and saluted respectfully: "Little Master!"
The young man in the guru's robe glanced at the two of them, closed his thin dark black sleeves, and said in a gentle tone: "Where is the master?"
There is a twisted and strange black air surrounding the sleeves of his robe, and he makes soft chirps and hisses from time to time. He is obviously a captive evil ghost.
Just as the two armored soldiers were about to speak, Commander Xu's somewhat surprised voice came from the side: "Master Hanxiu!"
Han Xiu turned his head sideways, looked at the resolute Commander Xu, and responded: "Commander Xu."
Leader Xu walked closer, looked up and down at the thinly dressed young man in front of him, and sighed: "I never thought that in just a few years, the little master would have grown up and even cultivated into the realm of virtual fire.
It is truly a great blessing for our evil-suppressing sect to have another guru!"
On weekdays, there was another soldier who was responsible for Han Xiu's meals. Therefore, for seven years, even Commander Xu, who was waiting outside the ninth-floor attic day and night, had never seen Han Xiu with his own eyes.
Hanxiu sighed, his eyes dimmed, as if he was worried, and said: "Does Commander Xu know where the sect master is?"
Commander Xu thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said: "As early as three years ago, the sect leader left the Zhenxie Sect and has never returned. Now Master Xiaolu is in charge of the sect."
"Master Xiaolu..."
While muttering in a low voice, scenes from seven years ago emerged in his mind. He looked up at Commander Xu with sleeves and whispered, "Where is he?"
Commander Xu raised his eyebrows, winked at the ninth-floor attic behind Han Xiu, and said, "It's in the fourth-floor attic."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black cloud floated down from the attic. Master Xiaolu, dressed in a luxurious silk robe, slowly landed in front of the attic.
"Hanxiu, you have really lived up to your expectations. You have achieved the realm of virtual fire in just seven years. Now I see what Zhenling and Qishan have to say!"
Amidst the laughter, Master Xiaolu walked down from the dark clouds and walked to Hanxiu's side with a smile on his face.
hiss!
The sharp screams pierced the eardrums, and the black air in the sleeves of the sleeves spread and instantly turned into a ferocious grimace, screaming at Master Xiaolu!
Master Xiaolu's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back in fear, pointing at the ghost face. Even his fingers were trembling under the pressure of the malicious aura.
"You're so arrogant, you won't come back yet."
As Han Xiu spoke calmly, the ghostly face disintegrated in an instant and turned into black air again, wrapping around Han Xiu's fingers.
When the grimace appeared just now, Commander Xu and the armored soldiers took out their weapons one after another as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Now even though the grimace has dissipated, their faces are still a little pale.
"Zhu Xie has never seen a stranger who can control spiritual energy. He was a little out of control for a while. Master Xiaolu can't blame him."
He casually put the wisp of black energy into the sleeves of his robe, turned his head sideways with the sleeves in his hands, and cupped his hands towards Master Xiaolu.
A look of shock remained on Master Xiaolu's face. He swallowed hard and said, "Is this 'Zhu Xie' your natal ghost?"
Han Xiu nodded and said: "Exactly."
"The Ghost Mantra" is a simple method passed down from Zhaoyang Mountain City. Its function is not only to enable ordinary people to initially control spiritual energy, but also to control many ghosts and make them use themselves.
The most core chapter describes the cultivation of one's own natal ghost. From then on, all the ghosts of the imperial envoy will be controlled by it, so the existence of the natal ghost is extremely important.
Commander Xu came closer, glanced at the fingers of the sleeve with lingering fear, and said: "How can this ghost be so terrifying? The aura it exudes even exceeds the natal ghosts of the two masters Zhenling and Banshan!"
Master Xiaolu calmed down and looked at Hanxiu again, his eyes still a little disbelieving: "It seems that the sect master and I have underestimated your potential. If I remember correctly, you were there three years ago. I have just started practicing the "Mantra for Clearing Ghosts," but now the strength of your natal ghost has even surpassed that of my ghost cloud, which is really unbelievable."
Hanxiu shook his head silently and did not speak.
Master Xiaolu's mind was so sharp that he noticed something strange about Han Xiu, so he signaled Commander Xu and others to step back, turned around and took Han Xiu back into the nine-story attic.
It wasn't until he reached the empty fourth-floor attic that Master Xiaolu loosened his sleeves and asked in a concerned tone, "What's wrong with you?"
Hanxiu's eyes were extremely blank, and he said: "Over the past few years, I have been harassed by many bizarre nightmares every day and night. After I practiced the "Ghost Mantra", those nightmares became more and more clear in my mind. It echoes in my mind, making my thoughts feel like a mess. Except when I am concentrating on studying books, it is difficult to really calm down at other times."
Master Xiaolu looked surprised and said, "Why have you never mentioned this before?"
Han Xiu shook his head and said: "I only thought it was an ordinary dream. I never thought it would become so serious."
Hearing this, Master Xiaolu couldn't help but waved his hand and said with a smile: "According to my guess, it was because you swallowed my fear ghost that the nightmare was intruding. I still have a complete nightmare here. Ghosts, exorcising dreams is what it is good at."
As the sleeves of his robe flicked, Master Xiaolu had already condensed a ball of gray energy, and slowly pressed it between Han Xiu's eyebrows, "Don't resist, let this nightmare ghost enter your soul."
Just swallow those bizarre nightmares."
Han Xiu nodded and closed his eyes slightly.
hiss!
After a few breaths, the nightmare ghost suddenly escaped from between his eyebrows, letting out an indescribable scream of fear, as if he had seen something unimaginable. The gray ghost body twisted crazily, and finally became smaller and smaller.
The screams gradually collapsed and turned into scattered clouds of smoke.
Looking at this scene, Master Xiaolu's expression was a little dull, and it was obvious that this scene had completely exceeded his inner expectations.
But this nightmare ghost finally affected the twisted dreams deep in Hanxiu's mind, causing a "boom" sound deep in his mind, and countless fragmented worlds of light and shadow surged in, completely submerging Hanxiu's soul in
included in it.
…
In the dark world, sitting cross-legged was a beautiful young man dressed in snow-striped fairy clothes. He closed his eyes gently, his long black hair hanging down like a waterfall, and a gray matte sword stuck to his side.
One person and one sword are silent and silent, like sculptures. No one knows how much time has been spent here.
Surrounded by the sky full of light and shadow, Hanxiu slowly walked into this void world, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the face of the snow-robed young man.
"Where is this...who is he..."
As he murmured in a low voice, Han Xiu's expression became more and more confused.
"This is where your true spirit lies."
Suddenly, a pleasant girl's voice reached his ears, causing Han Xiu to tremble subconsciously.
Hanxiu looked around, but all he saw was darkness and mist. He couldn't see the source of the sound at all. He couldn't help but shout: "Who are you?"
The girl's voice sighed and whispered: "But do you still remember the jade plaque you hung around your neck when you were a child?"
Hanxiu tried to think back for a moment, and he had some vague impressions, and said: "That jade plaque with a young fox engraved on it?"
"That's it." The voice came from nowhere, but it reached Han Xiu's ears very clearly. "If it weren't for this thing, even I wouldn't be able to find where you are now."
Hanxiu shook his head, looked at the snow-robed young man sitting cross-legged in the distance, and said, "Who is he, and who are you?"
The girl was silent for a long time, seemed to hesitate, and said slowly: "I am too far away from you, and I don't know what the situation of this true spirit is at this time, but since you can connect to the true spirit, I can detect it through the jade tablet.
Your existence must be inextricably linked to this true spirit."
Hanxiu's thoughts became more and more complicated, and he asked, "What on earth are you talking about?"
But the girl seemed to have realized that Han Xiu was not the person she thought, so she stopped talking and fell into silence completely, without making any sound.
He held his sleeves and looked at the snow-robed boy in the distance, gritted his teeth gently, walked slowly in the darkness, and finally came to the snow-robed boy.
"Who are you……"
Han Xiu quietly looked at the sculpture-like young man in snow robe, his mind trembled subconsciously, and countless twisted and mysterious dreams intertwined and surged, causing Han Xiu to feel a sharp pain like tearing his soul.
"it hurts!"
He fell to the ground with his sleeves on, holding his head in his hands, his hair was messy, and his pale face vaguely showed abnormal scarlet blood.
I don’t know how long it took, but the heart-piercing pain finally faded away. I struggled to stand up with sleeves. The snow-robed boy and the gray sword in front of me no longer existed, as if everything that had just happened was a trance dream.