Huang Quan's companion

Min Yuejun gently raised his hand, removed the spell from his body, pinched his neck and said softly: "I'll take you on this road, let's see if you still remember how you left in the first place."

The magic stick held his wrist, stiffened and did not speak.

Min Yuejun stared into his eyes and asked, "Qing Rong, do you know why I wanted to kill you in the first place?"

The magic stick sneered, and replied: "I have taken in a wolf-hearted apprentice, I admit it."

The sadness in Min Yuejun's eyes disappeared in an instant, he stared at Qingrong for a long time, then let go of his hand in desperation, turned his back and said in a low voice: "Yujian go back."

The disciples who watched an inexplicable master-student dispute did not dare to talk too much. They drew out their swords one after another, divided into two groups and went up with the swords, and went back to Qinglian Temple.

The magic stick clutched his neck, the other party obviously didn't use much force, but he had the illusion of being strangled and about to suffocate.

Min Yuejun ignored him and continued to walk up the mountain.

The magic stick really wanted to turn around and run away, but the power of the Gu Ling Jue was still there, so he could only follow Min Yuejun bitterly and continue to be a carry item.

As a ghost, wandering around in a Taoist place like Qinglian Guan, where the pure Qi gathers, is simply audacious. If it is not trapped by the Gu Ling Jue, it is impossible for the magic stick to come to such a place to seek abuse.I didn't feel it when I lived here before, but after turning into a ghost, I suddenly found that the fresh air in the mountain suffocated him.

Min Yuejun saw him fall to the ground repeatedly in Qinglian Temple, so he had to take him into the only place in the temple that is suitable for ghosts to live in - the dungeon.

There is no dungeon in Qinglian Temple, and when the magic stick was locked in, he still looked around curiously.

This is a converted cave, not very big, there is only a stone platform, a stone bed and a stone door in the cave.

The ceiling of the dungeon was very high, and it was dark at first glance, only a chain was hanging down, and a strange stone glowing red was hanging from it.This stone is evil to the bones, ordinary people will lose their minds if they get close to it, and cultivators are prone to madness, but the magic stick is now a ghost, he feels that the breath is very close, and it makes him feel comfortable.

The magic stick was spinning around in the cave, and asked Min Yuejun at the door: "When did you build a dungeon? Who is it for?"

Seeing that he didn't feel aggrieved at all being locked up, Min Yuejun said coldly, "You're locked up."

"Fart!" The magic stick said disdainfully, "You don't even know that I'm still alive, so who are you lying to?"

Min Yuejun suppressed the anger in his chest, and said in a deep voice: "You stay here obediently, don't go anywhere."

Shen stick was taken aback, this sentence was so familiar, so caught off guard, it reminded him of some vague past events.

When Min Yuejun was picked up by him, he was like a trembling, injured, and extremely guarded cub. He refused to leave him for half a step, and would squat at the end of his bed when he slept, until he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open. , before curling up beside his legs and falling asleep.

Once he took Min Yuejun down the mountain and wanted to go to the tavern to buy a pot of wine, but the fortune-telling booth needed someone to watch, so he said to Min Yuejun, "You stay here obediently, don't go anywhere."

Min Yuejun pursed his lips with a face of reluctance, he made the other party give up the idea of ​​following him by talking so hard, and waited obediently in front of the stall.

But when he went to the tavern, it happened that someone was singing, so he became interested and sat in the tavern drinking wine until it was dark.

When the song ended, he remembered that Min Yuejun was still waiting.He asked the boss for two steamed stuffed buns and a pack of sauced beef, and hurriedly got them back. He saw Min Yuejun lying on the stall with a pen in his hand, carefully writing something on the paper stroke by stroke.

The surrounding stalls had already dispersed, and he was the only one, guarding a fortune-telling stall, writing silently to pass the time.

Qing Rong took a closer look, and saw the "Book of Changes" neatly written on the paper.

He patted the back of Min Yuejun's head and said with a smile, "You also like fortune-telling?"

Min Yuejun was startled, turned around to see him, and immediately threw the pen away, the ink splashed on the paper he just wrote, ruining all his efforts in vain.

"Oh, it's dirty!" Qing Rong felt distressed.

But Min Yuejun pursed his lips without saying a word, turned his head and ran away.

Qing Rong hastily closed the stall and chased after him, licking her face and apologizing to him, making a lot of weird reasons, and finally got a forgiving look from Min Yuejun on the way back to the mountain.Qing Rong handed him the cold buns and beef.Min Yuejun was hungry all day, but he only ate one bun and gave him the other.

At that time, Qingrong looked at the taciturn young man and her heart softened into a ball, she held the bun and asked him: "Xiao Yuejun, do you want to be my apprentice?"

Min Yuejun bit the bun and looked at him with wide eyes, not understanding what he was asking.

The magic stick repeated: "Look, other people in the Taoist temple have accepted apprentices, and I haven't confiscated them. Do you want to follow me?"

Min Yuejun thought for a while and asked, "Will you teach me spells?"

"Haha, yes!" Qing Rong patted her chest, "Although I am not as good as the second brother in martial arts, not as good as the senior brother in Yujian, and not as good as the third senior brother in alchemy, my magic is still better than others, you want to learn it?" I'll teach you."

Min Yuejun ate the buns slowly, then formally knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to him three times: "Disciple Min Yuejun, pay homage to Master."

"Oh my, what are you doing!" Qing Rong jumped away, "I was nagging at night, I want to go back to worship my teacher!"

So the next day, he went to his brothers and clamored to accept them as apprentices.The brothers teased: "Oh, our junior brother Qing Rong is also accepting apprentices, so don't mistake him."

Qing Rong raised her eyebrows when she heard the words: "I'm afraid that I will mislead my disciples, so you should teach me too! My disciples are much smarter than the disciples you accept!"

The seniors laughed and scolded: "Why does your apprentice want us to teach? Shameless?"

Qing Rong draws the tone: "This face...of course it's better not to have it."

"Hahahaha!"

The seniors laughed a lot, and helped them hold a teacher apprenticeship ceremony, kowtowed their heads again, and since then, Qingrong has a little tail behind her.

Thinking of this, Shenzhu looked at Min Yuejun who had always had a gloomy face. He was far from his appearance when he was young. When he was young, he had handsome features but heroic brows. He was always thin and thin because he was wandering outside all the year round. However, he is tall and handsome now. , the facial features still retain the heroic spirit of his youth, but they are more defined, deep and charming.

Min Yuejun asked him: "Why are you in a daze?"

The magic stick said: "I was thinking about how you grew up and became fiercer, and you were cuter when you were young."

Min Yuejun blushed, and said angrily: "If you are more obedient, how can I be so fierce?"

Shenzhu let out a cry, rolled his eyes and said, "That won't work, I hate you, I want to go."

Min Yuejun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "No! You..."

Before he finished speaking, someone from outside came to report: "Master! Brother Yun Cang is back! He even brought back a kid!"

Min Yuejun frowned, and asked outside: "What did he bring the kid back for?"

Yun Cang was the Taoist priest who captured He Tang at Zhu's house. Holding the incense burner, he respectfully bowed to Min Yuejun outside the dungeon, and said, "Master, we caught a little devil with evil intentions at Zhu's house. , his accomplice asked me to bring you a message."

"What are you talking about?" Min Yuejun had a bad feeling, took the incense burner in his hand, opened the lid and saw that it was indeed He Tang.

The magic stick came over, saw He Tang whose soul was about to collapse, and was furious immediately: "What did you do to him? He is just a little ghost, and his morals are not as good as the new disciples in the Taoist temple. You actually imprisoned him in the law?" In the furnace?!"

Yun Cang was taught a lesson hastily by a ghost, his face was startled, and just as he was about to say something, the magic stick started to grab the furnace.

Min Yuejun turned around to avoid it, stepped into the dungeon in twos and said to them: "You guys go down first."

The disciples didn't dare to say much, and they left one after another.

The magic stick chased him in, and he took He Tang out of the furnace, put him under the strange red rock in the dungeon, squatted down, tapped the red rock with his fingertips, and red water dripped gently. , dripping on He Tang's body, gradually gathering his soul.

The magic stick stared closely, and after a while, He Tang's soul had reunited, gradually changing from the size of a steamed bun to the size of a normal person.

"You...why help him?" He hesitated.

Min Yuejun stood up and said calmly: "If something happened to him and you want to make trouble with me, it's better to keep him with you."

Magic Stick: "..." He said it like a vexatious little girl.

"Look at him, and pull him out when he wakes up. This thing is not good for the spirit body, it can only relieve the urgent need." Min Yuejun glanced at him and said, "I'll go outside and take a look, you guys just stay here honestly." , You know the consequences of intruding into Qinglian Temple."

Qinglian has many ways to observe the formation, ambushing everywhere, and if she is not careful, her soul may be scattered.

"I got it, I got it, are you annoying?" the magic stick chased away.

Min Yuejun stopped talking and left the dungeon.

Shengun squatted on the ground and waited for He Tang to wake up.When he thought of Yang Jinshu being anxious about He Tang's disappearance, he couldn't help but sigh.On second thought, if something happened to He Tang, Yang Jinshu would definitely chase after him, and maybe he could save himself from the clutches of the devil!

He Tang woke up faintly two days later, rolling on the ground with his head in his arms: "Fuck, my head hurts, my whole body hurts, who the hell said that being a ghost won't hurt anymore! Liar!"

The magic stick pulled him out, patted his head and asked, "Hey, He Tang, are you awake?"

He Tang hugged his arm weakly: "It seems that my soul has been hollowed out... God stick, tell me honestly, have I been tricked by Yang Jinshu into dual cultivation?"

God stick:"……"

He Tang bit her cuff and pretended to cry: "Hey, the Lun family is still a minor."

The magic stick slapped and called out: "Wake up young man, you must have fallen asleep all night, didn't you?"

He Tang patted his hand away, closed his eyes and said, "It must be, otherwise why did I meet you? I'm going to be a fool."

The magic stick patted him on the head: "Should I beat you? Don't pretend to be dead, get up!"

He Tang rubbed his head and sat up, looked at him and asked, "Didn't you get caught by your apprentice? Where is this?"

"The site of the little bastard."

"Your hometown?" He Tang looked around, pouted, "The decoration is simple."

"Ghosts don't need to eat and sleep. Is it useful to build a palace?" The magic stick looked him up and down, and asked, "Do you have any discomfort?"

"Yes..." He Tang clutched his chest, "I'm tired."

God stick:"……"

Sure enough, he really wanted to beat He Tang up, or why not just beat him up first while Yang Jinshu was away?