Wang Yan's body trembled slightly. The young man in front of him was his ninth-generation brother, Yang Xiaochan.
The ninth reincarnation of Wang Yan was transferred by his biological parents to a farmer named Yang under Wudang Mountain not long after he was born. As for why Wang Yan was not changed to Yang after adoption, it is said that his biological parents specially ordered this child.
The original soul name is Wang Yan and cannot be changed.
The honest and honest Lao Yang couple naturally did not understand what the soul said, so they did not care. They regarded Wang Yan as their own and loved him very much. Four or five years later, the Lao Yang couple's child was also born, named Yang Xiaochan.
Wang Yan and Yang Xiaochan grew up together. Although they are not related by blood, they have a close relationship. Wang Yan is a few years older than Yang Xiaochan, and he loves his younger brother very much. He never forgets to leave any delicious or fun things to his younger brother.
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When Wang Yan was struck to death by lightning, Yang Xiaochan was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. In the blink of an eye, he was now a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy.
"Xiao Chan, is it really you?" Wang Yan's face was filled with relief, "You have grown up."
"Brother, father, mother, they, they are all..." Yang Xiaochan cried, looked towards Wang Yan, and suddenly exclaimed, "Be careful!"
"Whoosh!"
A green willow branch passed by where Wang Yan was standing just now.
Wang Yan stood ten steps away, with a shallow wound on his arm.
Yan Ming held a willow branch and sneered, "Okay, so our Yan family hired a ghost, but we invited a ghost. You are a ghost, but you colluded with the enemy to frame the master. I will destroy you today!"
After saying that, Yan Ming shook his wrist, and the willow branch in his hand suddenly grew several feet, and when he waved it, it almost covered the entire mountain temple.
Wang Yan seemed to be a little wary of the willow branches. He did not directly confront the willow branches, but took measures to fight them.
Willow trees all over the world are multiplied from the willow branches in the Jade Purity Vase of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and are naturally capable of exorcising ghosts. Ghosts in the realm of yin will be beaten by willow branches, which will deplete the spirit and change the shape.
Xiao. There is a saying in the world that you use willow branches to fight ghosts and hit them three inches shorter. This is where it comes from.
Wang Yan learned the ruthless Qi from Dayue's hometown and practiced hard day and night, but after all, the time was short and he had not yet broken through to the Yin God, and only stayed at the level of the peak of Foundation Establishment. Although there is only a thin line between the Peak of Foundation Establishment and the Yin God.
, but sometimes the thin line is the difference between heaven and earth.
Yue Lao's job was leisurely, but he didn't get a chance to fight. In order to hone himself, Wang Yan changed his career from Yue Lao to become a backer with Da Yue Lao's permission.
The main responsibility of the back spirit is to fight. In the past year since he became the back spirit, Wang Yan has experienced many fierce battles, and his actual combat experience has greatly increased.
The Yan family has practiced the art of ghosts and immortals for generations, and has also done a lot of research on ghosts and the like. The willow branches in Yan Ming's hands are not ordinary, but have been soaked in talisman water for seven or forty-nine days, and then waited with rooster blood.
It is a magical weapon that consecrates yang things and specifically suppresses the yin soul.
The willow is long and soft, and when it shakes, it changes in random directions, outlining thousands of green phantoms in the air. Wang Yan burrowed through the gaps in the willow branches, looking quite embarrassed.
The reason why he didn't have the strength to fight back was because he used [Fatal Blow] when fighting Yang Xiaochan just now, and his combat power has not been restored yet. Fortunately, Wang Yan is basically guaranteed to win against Yang Xiaochan, [Fatal Blow]
He only used 20% of his power and could recover after resting for most of the day.
"Brother, let me help you!" Seeing Wang Yan at a disadvantage, Yang Xiaochan shouted and jumped up from the ground. The sword in his hand flashed with cold light and he stabbed Yanming desperately.
Yan Ming hurriedly used willow branches to block him. Yang Xiaochan was not a ghost, and the willow branches were of no use to him. He took his sword and chopped wildly, splitting the willow branches into pieces.
"Brothers working together can cut through gold!" Yang Xiaochan shook the sword in his hand, "Brother, kill him!"
"Okay!" Wang Yan was infected by his younger brother's aura, and he also attacked Yan Ming. Without the willow branches, Yan Ming was not afraid of him. Without the help of magic weapons, in order to cause harm to the yin soul, at least a cultivator in the realm of yin god is needed.
Because. Although Wang Yan's limbs are weak now and he can't exert much fighting power, it would be good to interfere with Yan Ming.
Yan Ming was in a panic under the attack of the two brothers Yang Xiaochan and Wang Yan. He couldn't fight against Yang Xiaochan at first, but now that Wang Yan was added to the mix, he was even more invincible.
"No! Don't capsize the boat in the ditch and die here! Go back and report to the elders. These two bastards must be cut into pieces!" Yan Ming made up his mind and rushed towards the two of them.
After several moves, he temporarily avoided Yang Xiaochan. At the same time, his body also retreated to the entrance of the mountain temple.
At this moment, the wind and rain had long since stopped, and a hint of white fish belly appeared on the eastern horizon. A black crow stood on a branch, calling noisily.
"Puppies, grandpa won't play with you anymore!" Yan Ming stepped back outside the temple and laughed. "Grandpa is gone!"
With a shake of his hand, two yellow talismans were immediately attached to the soles of his boots. This is a type of magic, called "Armor Horse". With these talismans attached, one can walk five hundred miles in one breath without getting tired, and at high speeds.
The speed is extremely fast, almost as fast as riding the wind on the ground.
He made it clear that if he sticks to his armor, he will run away.
"No, if we let him go back, the Yan family will definitely mobilize manpower to capture us!"
The crows in the trees cackled more cheerfully.
Yan Ming's figure is like the wind, and he can reach ten feet away in one stride. If he takes a few more steps and climbs over the mountain ridge, everything will be fine.
He was feeling proud when he suddenly felt a wisp of something vague attached to his body. He turned his hand back, but couldn't catch anything.
Ignore it! The first priority is to escape!
Yan Ming threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind, ran two more steps, and stopped.
what happened?
Why do you think the call of the crow on the branch is so beautiful?
Yan Ming looked at the dark crow on the branch not far away with a confused expression, and the crow stared at him intently.
"Am I crazy?" Yan Ming said to himself blankly, "Why do I think this crow is so cute?"
Deep in his heart, his fear grew crazily. Yan Ming's reason told him that at this critical moment of life and death, stopping to stare at the crow instead of running away was an act of pure seeking death, but his heart was as if he was possessed.
I was deeply attracted to that crow.
"Saving your life for a crow is a worthy death for you."
Yan Ming was struggling when suddenly his back felt cold and a long sword passed through his chest.
He opened his eyes wide and fell down unwillingly.
The crow on the tree was also stabbed to death by Yang Xiaochan's sword and left beside Yan Ming. "He died for you, so you should be buried with him!"
Wang Yan held Yue Lao's red thread in his hand, with a wry smile on his lips. The red thread turned out to be a murder weapon.
Just then, Yan Ming wanted to escape. In desperation, Wang Yan took out the red threads from his arms and tied them to Yan Ming and Crow respectively.
When he changed his career to become a ghost, Dayue Lao did not take away the red thread, but gave it to Wang Yan as a gift.
"Love silk is sometimes the most powerful weapon." Dayue Lao said with a serious expression. Wang Yan didn't understand it at the time, but he understands it now.
Three green balls of light gradually emerged from Yan Ming's body, turning into three illusory shadows, which circled around the body three times before gradually disappearing.
These are his three souls. After death, the three souls immediately go to the underworld, and the seven souls remain in the body for seven or forty-nine days. After the seven sevens, the three souls and seven souls merge into one, and they are considered ghosts.
For people who die normally, the ghosts after death will be guided by ghost messengers. For those who die from weapons and other misfortunes, the souls will report to the underworld on their own. The passage between the Yin and Yang worlds is dangerous and dangerous. Without the guidance of ghost messengers, the ghosts can easily get lost in the world.
Among them, there will never be transcendence.
After killing Yan Ming, Yang Xiaochan turned around and returned to the mountain temple, and Wang Yan followed him in.
In the mountain temple, zombies lay scattered on the floor. Yang Xiaochan frantically opened one zombie after another, untying the talismans affixed to their foreheads to see what they looked like.
When he reached the seventeenth or eighth zombies in this way, Yang Xiaochan burst into tears, "Father, mother!"
One of the two zombies is a dark-skinned farmer, and the other is a female corpse with kind eyes and a cloth that has been mended countless times. They are Yang Xiaochan's parents and Wang Yan's adoptive father and mother.
At this time, their vitality had long since expired, and their bodies seemed to have been sucked dry by ghosts, turning them into mummies, skin and bones.
"Father, mother, the child is unfilial, the child has harmed you!" Yang Xiaochan grabbed the ground with his head, making a thumping sound, and soon his forehead was dripping with blood.
"Father, mother, the child is unfilial and the child is late." Wang Yan also knelt down in front of his adoptive parents, his voice choked with sobs. The adoptive parents treated him extremely well and gave him the warmth he had never experienced before. Now the two old people have become
How could he not be sad when he found a cold mummy?
They didn't know how long they cried. After a big battle, Yang Xiaochan was exhausted and too sad, so he passed out.
"Yan'er, Xiaochan, don't be sad."
A gentle voice sounded in their ears.
Wang Yan was startled and raised his eyes. From the corpse of his adoptive mother, white gas emerged. There was a faint image of an old woman in the white gas, and she was Wang Yan's adoptive mother.
"Mom, are you holding your breath just to see us one last time?" Wang Yan asked with choked sobs.
As the saying goes, "Everyone lives with one breath." Whether they are mortals, gods, or demons, what supports them is "qi". Some people have important unfulfilled wishes before they die. If they die with eyes closed, the remaining thoughts will remain in
In his last breath, with the support of this Qi, the vitality will not be completely extinguished for the time being. Some pregnant women who were six or seven months pregnant died unexpectedly because they were unwilling to swallow a breath and were able to keep their vitality alive.
.In this case, the pregnant woman often gives birth to the child in the coffin after being buried.
This is the case for Wang Yan's adoptive mother. Although she is actually dead, there is still a breath of energy supporting her, which keeps her thoughts in the corpse.
"Yan'er, my good boy, I didn't expect that my mother would be able to see you under such circumstances." Wang Yan's adoptive mother looked at him lovingly and smiled, "You seem to be a little darker."
"Mother..." Wang Yan was so choked that he couldn't speak.
"Who can live forever without dying? You don't have to be sad for us. I feel relieved to see that Xiaochan is fine." Wang Yan's adoptive mother glanced at Yang Xiaochan, who was still in a coma, and held Wang Yan's hand.
"Xiao Zen is too strong-willed. I'm afraid his future will be bumpy."
"Mom, don't worry, as long as I'm here, you can protect your brother." Wang Yan wiped away his tears. "Although I am already a ghost, I have become stronger now and can protect my brother in secret."
"Okay, then Mom is relieved." Wang Yan's adoptive mother smiled happily. "Mom is so tired, I need to have a good sleep. Yan'er..."
The white air gradually faded, and the image of Wang Yan's adoptive mother gradually dissipated. Her wish was gone, and the breath that supported her thoughts was about to dissipate.
"Mother, mother!"
Yang Xiaochan just woke up, saw this scene, and frantically grabbed Bai Qi, but missed it.
"Brother, why did my parents die?" Wang Yan asked through gritted teeth.
Without waiting for Yang Xiaochan's answer, Wang Yan took out a smooth bronze mirror from his sleeve and put it into the white air that had not completely dissipated.
This bronze mirror is called [Reflection Mirror], which is unique to Yue Lao. If you use this mirror to look at a person, you can see in the mirror what that person has done in the past month. This is also for Yue Lao.
Use it as a reference for pairing two people to see what their character is like.
The white air contains the remaining thoughts of Wang Yan's adoptive mother, and naturally also contains her memory.
Silks of white air penetrated into the bronze mirror, and after a while, scenes appeared in the bronze mirror.dd