Huang Quan's companion

It was too late, but before Min Yuejun could do anything, Qing Rong pinched his meridians and squeezed his meridians, drew a talisman between his eyebrows with his backhand, and slapped it with his palm, Min Yuejun's eyes were fixed, and he fell down slumped.

Qingrong stopped him, lifted him up with a spell, put him directly on the bed, went out with a cold face, found Xiaoer and smashed a piece of silver, and said decisively: "Find me a looser suit, a pot of black dog blood , food for three days, and a plant of ginseng that has grown for decades, and sent them to my room."

Xiao Er was frightened by him, and said in a panic: "Guest officer... this... it's night, where did Xiao Er prepare so many things for you?"

Qing Rong put another silver ingot and said in a more emphatic tone: "The sooner the better."

Xiao Er's eyes lit up, this silver was more than his two years' wages!Immediately agreed: "Guest officer, don't worry, I will take care of this little one, and I will definitely get it done for you as soon as possible!"

Qing Rong nodded and turned back to the guest room.

He set up several magic circles in the house to prevent outsiders from entering by mistake, and set up illusions to prevent the people in the inn from seeing Min Yuejun. He came to the bedside to check carefully, but found that Min Yuejun was extremely hostile and ghostly. I don't know why the pressure was not found in the body. At this moment, the hostility is so high that it is almost killing people.

"Is it because of the ghost hunter?" Qingrong guessed, she couldn't imagine what kind of evil spirit Min Yuejun had encountered, and he would go crazy.He took out the magic tools from the cloth bag to drive away ghosts and evil spirits for Min Yuejun. The strange thing is that Min Yuejun was not possessed by ghosts... It was so strange that he was at a loss as to what to do.

Xiaoer was clever, and quickly brought up a black dress. Before dawn, he prepared food: porridge, steamed buns, cakes, beef in sauce, ham, cold salad, and a box of melons and fruits, enough to feed one person for three sky.Qingrong didn't let him see Min Yuejun, and told him to go out after collecting the things.He changed Min Yuejun's clothes into clean clothes, fed him some food, and ate something himself. After finishing his preparations, he mobilized his spiritual energy and began to save people.

On the second day, Xiao Er sent black dog blood and ginseng, and wanted to take a look curiously, but Qing Rong frightened him away by pretending to be a ghost, and went back to cast spells.

Qinglian Guanmen has strict rules, but there are also some students who practice ghost art, and most of the seniors in Guanzhong know some ways to restrain their obsessions.Qing Rong practiced a lot of ghost techniques, and several senior brothers often went wrong due to various reasons. He, a quirky little junior, learned a lot of ways to restrain his obsession.He just didn't expect that Min Yuejun could go wrong.

Qing Rong didn't know what happened to Min Yuejun, and she wanted to save others, but for some reason, he tried many methods, but none of them worked.In a hurry, he actually used ghost skills to lock Min Yuejun's three souls and seven souls, and used his own practice to help him fix his soul.

On the third day, Min Yuejun suddenly became violent, his consciousness was confused, he damaged his own meridians, and almost beat Qingrong to death.Qing Rong managed to stop him, only to find that Min Yuejun was dying, not long after.

Qing Rong was terrified, this was his only disciple, after so many years of pain, he was going to die of madness? !He would rather die himself than let his apprentice die——You are young and have a bright future, how can you die just like that?

He was emboldened by evil, and together with evil thoughts, he actually used the evil ghost techniques he had read in ancient books on Min Yuejun in turn. He was delighted to see that Min Yuejun was alive, and frightened when he died. How many spells have been cast on Min Yuejun's body, how much spiritual power has been consumed, the ginseng has been fed, and the spiritual power has been given away, but he will not return!

Qingrong hugged Min Yuejun in her arms, touched his face with trembling hands, and couldn't help shedding tears: "Jun Yue, it's the master's fault, you don't want to die...you wake up, I'll go back with you..."

Min Yuejun's body was full of hostility, and Qingrong continuously sent him spiritual power, and his own Qinglian Guan technique was mixed together, and the good and the evil were restrained, almost killing the lives of the two of them!

After recognizing his master, Wo Yanshi is still controlling his thoughts thousands of miles away. Min Yuejun desperately wants to struggle out of it, but he can't find a way.He could feel Qing Rong's breath around him, but he couldn't give any response.He has already avenged his master, and he just wants to take Qingrong back. He doesn't want to worry about the disaster Qingrong caused recklessly at the foot of the mountain. As long as his master is willing to go back, he won't complain...but Qingrong refuses.

He asked so many times, but Qing Rong always refused.

"He refused to go back, he left you alone." The demon whispered in his ear.

Min Yuejun argued in his heart: "No, master will not abandon me!"

"If he really loves you, why hasn't he shown up for so many years? He has learned the five elements and gossip so well, how could he not know where you are? Has he seen you for so many years?"

"...Master, he's just...just..." Just what, Min Yuejun couldn't continue.

He fell off the bed and stood up slowly.

The demon laughed and said: "Min Yuejun, you are such a poor person, no one wants you."

Min Yuejun was furious: "Get lost!"

Qing Rong was frightened by him: "Yue Jun? You... What's wrong with you?"

The inner demon laughed loudly: "You are about to die, but your master will live... Qinglianguan's whole family died because of him, but he lived the most unrestrained life, how ridiculous?"

"..." Min Yuejun stopped talking.

The demon said again: "You are all dead, how pitiful it is to leave him alone?"

"..." Min Yuejun said in a daze, "Master is alone..."

"Yes, what's the point of him living alone? Why don't you let him die together... If he dies, he will never leave you..."

"Never... never leave?" Min Yuejun murmured.

"Yue Jun?" Qing Rong temporarily forgot that her spiritual power was about to run out, and looked at him excitedly, "Are you awake?"

If he succeeds, Min Yuejun will not die, if...if those spells are really effective, maybe... maybe Min Yuejun will never suffer the pain of death.

"master?"

"It's me!" Qing Rong said with a smile, "Great, you're awake..."

He smiled very happily, like every time he pleases his apprentice, there are bright smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Master..." Min Yuejun said slowly, "You shouldn't be alive..."

"..." Qing Rong's smile froze on her lips.

The crimson in Min Yuejun's eyes didn't fade, he drew out a long sword and pointed at him coldly: "You...damn it."

Qing Rong's eyes widened, she couldn't believe what she heard.

The evil wind blew, and the doors and windows of the guest room opened suddenly, and the heavy snow outside the house was swept in, blowing towards the two of them.

Qing Rong only felt trembling all over, it was better to have a cold heart.

The heavy snow filled the air, the dream was blurred, and the cold wind made people shiver, but the wind and snow gradually passed, and it was the Yang family's courtyard, where men, women and children were sitting and admiring the plum blossoms.Warming tea and cooking wine, playing the piano and playing chess, it was very lively.

Yang Jinshu was lying on a deck chair in the gazebo in fox fur, his legs were covered with a thick blanket, his hands were in his warm sleeves, and he looked at them with a smile on his lips.

The mother sat aside, holding a small shovel to add charcoal to the brazier, and said: "It's such a cold day, if you don't lie in the house honestly, why come out to blow the wind?"

Yang Jinshu looked at his mother and said softly: "It's rare that the plum blossoms are in bloom and the whole family is here. How boring is it for me to hide in the house?"

Master Yang said while playing chess: "Madam, Jinshu has been reading in the house all day, it's time to come out to get some fresh air. Wouldn't it be a pity to miss such a beautiful day?"

Yang Jinshu nodded and said, "Father is right."

"You just protect your son!" Mrs. Yang glared at her husband, then pulled the blanket aside to cover Yang Jinshu, "Is it cold? Cover it more."

Yang Jinshu was quite helpless. In such a family, he was the only one who was tightly wrapped up, which is really an exaggeration.

He turned his head and saw a young boy standing quietly in the corner of the courtyard, and waved to him: "Zhixian, what are you doing standing there? Come here!"

Yang Zhixian froze for a moment, hesitantly walked around the children throwing snowballs in the snow, walked over obediently, and said respectfully: "Master, madam, young master."

"What's your name, young master? Call me big brother." Yang Jinshu took his hand out of his sleeve warmer, held his palm, and stuffed a hand stove into it, "Aren't you cold standing in the yard? Your hands are red from the cold, come here and bake." Stove, warm yourself."

Yang Zhixian held the stove and said politely, "Thank you, young master."

"Huh?" Yang Jinshu raised his tone.

"..." Yang Zhixian said in a low voice, "Brother."

"Good boy." Yang Jinshu rubbed his head, coughed twice, pulled him to sit on top of him, hugged the little boy and pointed to his parents, "This is father and mother, don't call me Mrs. Master anymore."

Zhixian sneaked a look at Yang Jinshu's parents, but seeing that the elders were not very happy, he lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Yang Jinshu sighed, very helpless.

It was his idea to inherit Zhixian from a distant relative in the collateral line, but his parents had always been unwilling.He held Yang Zhixian tightly in his arms, bowed his head and whispered: "Zhixian, parents are blaming me, not angry with you, don't take it to heart."

Yang Zhixian didn't say anything, he was not favored at home, he was obedient and withdrawn, after several years in the Yang family, he still didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The yard was still bustling with activity, Yang Zhixian nestled in Yang Jinshu's arms obediently, listening to him coughing from time to time behind his back, he did not dare to vent his breath.

Suddenly there was a small box of pastries in front of him, he looked up, Madam Yang stuffed it into his hands, and said gently: "The red bean cake and chestnut cake made by the cook are a bit sweet, you children like these most, eat more. "

Yang Zhixian pinched the box and said clumsily, "Thank you...Thank you husband...Thank you, mother."

Although Mrs. Yang was still feeling a little unwell, she didn't say anything else, she just handed him another cup of hot tea: "Ginger tea, warm up."

Yang Zhixian held it in his hand, blinked his eyes, hesitating whether to thank him or not.

Master Yang interrupted: "Children love to eat candied haws, why don't you give Zhixian one?"

"The child has a toothache after eating it! Can't eat it!"

"It's just one, it's okay." Master Yang beckoned for his servants to bring over two, "Zhixian, you can eat, but you can't eat too much, or you will have a toothache."

Mrs. Yang said angrily: "Then why don't you just give him one? What do you do with two?"

"Oh, Jin Shu wants to eat too!"

Mrs. Yang was annoyed by him, and echoed, "Jin Shu also liked to eat when he was a child, so he wants to eat some."

Yang Jinshu whispered in Yang Zhixian's ear, "I told you, parents are fine."

Yang Zhixian nodded, licking the candied haws in silence.

Yang Jinshu patted his head, and said softly, "Go to the study tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to practice calligraphy."

"En." Yang Zhixian responded, and added, "Brother."

Yang Jinshu smiled, watching his relatives and friends in the courtyard laughing.

The snow melts and the sun is warm, and the plum blossoms are fragrant, and it suddenly seems that it is the old spring.