Li Yun was stunned: "What's the use of a demon cultivator killing a child?"

Yan Zhengming said: "He put the girl's soul into a lamp with very smelly lamp oil, and the flame immediately jumped up and grew bright and never went out. Then came us. He didn't kill us directly, but took it every day. Our blood, poured in lamp oil, was nothing but nausea at the beginning, but there is not that much blood on the young children, and within a few days, some people can't hold it anymore and are about to die."

When Cheng Qian heard this, the more he heard it, the more familiar it became, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Could it be the Soul Eater..."

Li Yun: "What?"

Yan Zhengming's expression suddenly became sharp: "How do you know?"

Cheng Qian: "I have seen in the building that the soul-eating lamp can refine souls. The lowest level is to use the soul of a virgin as the wick, and use the refined corpse oil and the blood of a virgin as the lamp oil, burning for seven, seven, forty-nine days. The soul of a girl can be refined into its own ghost, which is one of the magic ways, called the ghost way."

Yan Zhengming clasped his wrist with a stern voice: "Cheng Qian, I will open the door of the building for you, just to show you how to let people bleed and refine their souls?"

Cheng Qiancai was not afraid of him, and said confidently: "I didn't say that I wouldn't let you see it. The magic path is three thousand, I just flipped through it casually."

"Okay," Li Yun was very clever. Seeing that the topic was going wrong, he immediately pulled back, "Senior brother, what happened to the murderous demon cultivator? Could it be that the master saved you, that's why you talked to him. Did he get started?"

Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a fierce look: "It was indeed Master who saved me, but that's not the point..."

When he said this, he involuntarily paused: "Master and the devil know each other. I heard it with my own ears at the time. Master called him 'Senior Brother'."

Chapter 25

As soon as Yan Zhengming's remarks came out, both Li Yun and Cheng Qian were stunned. Li Yun almost lost his mind and blurted out, "Then... isn't that the master?"

As soon as the words came out, he felt that he was possessed by Han Yuan, and hurriedly pinched his brows in frustration.

Yan Zhengming said sternly: "Of course not, do you eat all the rules of the sect? For example, ghosts and slaughter, such as the evil spirits that hurt the morality of the world, if you step in, you will be expelled from the teacher's door, and you will never be able to come back. "

A quiet room.

After a while, Cheng Qian came back to his senses and said, "That is to say... the person Boss Wen said may be..."

When he said this, he paused involuntarily, as if he didn't know what to call this person, and after a while, he said, "Uh... ex-shi uncle."

"Who else is there besides him," Yan Zhengming said irritably, "Fuyao Mountain is not the base camp of magic cultivators."

Li Yun tentatively said: "Elder Brother, what do you think? How about we go to ask Master tomorrow?"

Yan Zhengming immediately shook his head and vetoed it. Although the master said a lot, most of them were nonsense. As soon as he encountered business, he would immediately turn into a saw-mouth gourd, and no bastard could hold back. Yan Zhengming never believed that the three of them could pry something from the master, he pondered for a moment and said with a glimmer of hope: "Is there any way... I can find ways to know his whereabouts when the master wants to get rid of us. ?"

Cheng Qian wandered around in the ninth-floor scripture building all day. Hearing that, a lot of corresponding countermeasures immediately popped into his mind. However, he quickly deleted them one by one, and finally found that the hope was very slim-because he wanted to track the master, first of all That is, some of them have to be more powerful than Master.

"I don't see it," Cheng Qian said, "unless the second senior brother becomes a toad again, and the master also smells a lot of golden toad water on his body-but I suspect that in case of encountering a big devil, the second senior brother's guiding toad may be Play dead again."

"Don't look at me, I can't do anything about it," Li Yun spread out his hands, "Things with intelligence will be cowardly at the moment, and those who are not cowardly are bound to be stupid, and it's not easy to find someone."

"It must be wise, and not cowardly..." Yan Zhengming thought for a moment following his voice, "Hey, what do you think of the puddles?"

Cheng Qian rolled his eyes - he didn't see that the younger sister was "smart" or that she was "not cowardly", but the next moment he reacted, they didn't have the ability to follow the master, so it's hard to pay Can't you find a way to unload on the little sister?

Anyway, the stupid child who was always brought by the master couldn't even understand human speech, so he would never find out.

After discussing for a while, the three of them found a piece of wood and cut it into very thin slices. Cheng Qian, who had read a lot of books, provided the method. Yan Zhengming started the knife and stumbled to carve the tracking spell.

This tracking spell is very rudimentary, and Cheng Qian hasn't seen the advanced ones, but he can't stand the hand of the elder brother, and he fails again and again.

Shaking his sore hand, Young Master Yan felt that he had never been so diligent in learning spells in all the seriousness. He couldn't help but glared at Cheng Qian angrily: "What kind of shit is this, can you trust it?"

It's impossible to blame the pit of shit - Cheng Qian swallowed the indecent words from his mouth, then stuffed it into his eyes, and swept the senior brother from head to toe with the slightest contempt. again.

After arguing and arguing, Li Yun was still struggling with the ground and mud, and the three of them had to toss until midnight before they reluctantly carved the wood strips.

Yan Zhengming gave the wooden stick to the yawning Li Yun: "I don't care, you can find a way to put it on her, because of this crap, I actually tossed with you for a long time."

Who is it because of?

Cheng Qian was so sleepy that he left Yan "Niangniang" who had sued first, and walked unsteadily to his thatched hut. Just as he walked to the door and was about to go in, Yan Zhengming, who had caught up, suddenly stopped him.

"Wait, Xiao Qian, I have something to tell you."

As Yan Zhengming's head jumped like what fertilizer he had eaten this year, his voice gradually became lower and lower, and he was no longer a young man. As long as he didn't scream and scream, he sounded like an adult man. .

Cheng Qian rarely heard him being so serious, and looked back at him suspiciously.

The young man behind him stood tall under the moonlight, and his usual impetuousness and willfulness seemed to be suppressed by the deep night, and he didn't look like him for a while.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a long time before he said, "I missed a few things just now, in fact... I also heard another sentence from the surnamed Wen."

Cheng Qian frowned.

"He said that the Fuyao faction's 'Zhong Lingyuxiu', every generation will have evil spirits..." Yan Zhengming's voice was cut off here, he stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, feeling that the junior brother was almost like a fragile bamboo pole, it looked like it would break as soon as it was broken. , actually cold and hard, no one knows how many awkward feelings are hidden in his stomach, Yan Zhengming lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "You are measured, right?"

Cheng Qian listened, did not ridicule him, and did not reply, he could hear the sincerity and prudence in Yan Zhengming's words, no matter whether the senior brother was unfounded or not, he could feel that he said this for his own good. Because the senior brother is usually lazy and arrogant, most of the time, the junior brothers let him, and Cheng Qian can rarely find the feeling of a brother from him.

until this moment.

So Cheng Qian didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

Yan Zhengming let out a sigh of relief, put his hand on the back of Cheng Qian's head with loose hair, and gently pushed him into the thatched hut.

"That's good," Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, and then he came back to his senses, he resumed his old way, pointed at Cheng Qian's pleated clothes and said, "Give me a change tomorrow, don't you feel like a piece of shit? A rag?"

Cheng Qian must have disagreed—his answer was to use the thatched hut door to shoot the big brother outside.

It was an eventful night, Cheng Qian sent Yan Zhengming off and fell on the bed, feeling that he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up again.

Compared with the big brother who kicked his door and dragged him out of the quilt, Han Yuan hated it a little more - he seemed to have transformed into a bird that loves woodpecking, sneaking up on the wooden window lattice. Knocked and knocked, Cheng Qian was upset when he woke up.

Even on horseback, Cheng Qian did not drop his spell for a moment. The widened meridians and the bones that stretched when he started to grow merged into a pain, which made him often unable to sleep at night. Well, he was woken up twice in a row, and he couldn't wait to hold a sharp weapon to muffle the noise.

Han Yuan didn't go to the main entrance, and under Cheng Qian's expressionless gaze, he climbed in through the window, sat down on his chair, and said in a low voice, "Hey, guess what I saw just now? "

Cheng Qian didn't guess, he fell on his back and covered his head with the quilt without saying a word.

"Hey, don't sleep, get up, I'll take you to see something strange." Han Yuan jumped on Cheng Qian and grabbed his quilt with both hands, "Have you never seen it, Xiao Qian? Xiao Qian!"

Cheng Qian was determined not to stick his head out to see him, and shouted at him through the quilt, "Go to the goddess!"

Han Yuan was shocked: "Just kidding, I don't dare, he had to put me in a censer and burn me."

Cheng Qian rolled into the room: "Then go to Li Yun!"

"I found it," Han Yuan said aggrievedly, "I almost put pào in his ear, can't wake up."

Cheng Qian: "..."

Daring is the easiest for him to wake up, and the most reserved when he gets angry.

Han Yuan successfully lifted his quilt, ignoring Cheng Qian's implicit anger, and whispered in his ear, "Have you ever seen a ghost?"

Cheng Qian was about to have a seizure, when he heard this sentence, his frowning brows moved abruptly: "What?"

After a stick of incense, Cheng Qian followed Han Yuan out of the broken inn.

"There's a show in town these days, and I'm a little late," Han Yuan said as he walked, "so I took a shortcut when I came back—here, pay attention to your feet."

Cheng Qian walked behind Han Yuan in a daze, carefully avoiding the mud on the ground. He couldn't figure out how he could figure out the surrounding environment in such a short time. Could it be that this is the ability of beggars who have traveled south and north.?Han Yuan led him all the way to a more remote place. Cheng Qian held his wooden sword in one hand and the knife he used to practice spells in the other hand. He couldn't believe how reliable Han Yuan was. He went wherever he went.Make a small pile with pebbles for marking.