[comprehensive] superior skills

In the wing room of the main courtyard, Yang Su who was sleeping on the low couch suddenly turned over and sat up, "How long have they been out?"

Zheng Ju was confused for a moment before he realized who was asking, and said vaguely, "About ten minutes."

"wrong."

Zheng Xun, who was asleep with his eyes closed, pulled out his fingers under his ribs, "28 minutes and 34 seconds had passed before you spoke."

Yang Su fiddled with the silver bell on his wrist, got up and walked out the door.

Zheng Ju, who was following behind, was quite puzzled, "Brother, Yang Su Naling doesn't even have a copper tongue, why does he keep shaking it?"

"Fool, don't you understand?"

Zheng Xun smacked his younger brother's head, "It's a good thing if it doesn't ring, and it means there's trouble coming to your door if it rings!"

Yang Su walked around the rockery and ran into Huisheng who was watching the night. Seeing the suspicious expressions of the three of them, he hurried forward to inquire.

"Junior Sister Huiyun went down the corridor earlier, I thought she was doing it for convenience, so I didn't say anything to stop her."

Hui Sheng said anxiously: "Yang Shanren, why don't you wait for a while, and when I ask Junior Brother Qi to go find someone together, you will be more sure."

Yang Su shook his head, "Don't bother. If something really happens, it doesn't matter how many people go with you."

If he hadn't been afraid of being caught in the enemy's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, he would not have brought along the brothers of the Zheng family who would only hinder him.

After greeting Huisheng, Yang Su walked forward along the path he pointed out. When he passed through the Moon Gate and came to a step full of debris, the silver bell hanging on his wrist suddenly made a crisp sound.

Yang Su stopped immediately, but the ringing of the bell continued, as if a puppy with a bell was circling around his feet.

Such a strange sound suddenly appeared in the dark night, and even Zheng Ju, who had been wanting to see the effect of the silver bell, couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Zheng Xun, who was next to him, seemed much calmer, but involuntarily tensed up and entered a state of preparation for battle.

Yang Su raised his hand and pointed forward, and the ringing bells around him rushed towards the small kitchen not far away, and dissipated the moment it hit the door.

"Crack, click, click..."

The windless automatic door opened a gap that was neither wide nor narrow, just enough to teach people to see the black figure standing in front of the stove.

As soon as the ringing stopped, Yang Su walked over, standing in line with the people inside the door.

He flipped his hands over and made a handprint on the opponent's Tianling cover, "Zhao Yonghe, where is your sister?"

Zhao Yonghe, who stood upright on the spot, turned his body stiffly like a puppet who lost his soul, and murmured: "There are countless desolations coming to an end, where can I say that I am full of hatred..."

Zhao Yonghe's facial features were as stiff as wood carvings, but his unclosed lips and teeth hummed a sad and lingering Wu Nong ditty in a singing way, which was a hundred times more terrifying than the bell just now to the ears of others.

Zheng Ju's Adam's apple couldn't help but groaned, and said tremblingly: "Could it be that he's a ghost?"

"It's just a lost soul."

Yang Su pushed the man into Zheng Xun's arms, "If it wasn't for the accidental miss of an arm, what we saw at this time would be Zhao Qiyun."

"Wow, it stinks!"

Zheng Ju pinched his nose and found that Zhao Yonghe's pants were wet, "I told you to be mean and intimidate my sister, now comes the retribution!"

The younger brother refused to help, so Zheng Xun could only drag Zhao Yonghe's two arms back to the main courtyard like a sack.

Zhao Qiyun's whereabouts are unknown, Taoist Zou Pai will not get used to Zhao Yonghe's stink, pour a bucket of water from the reservoir under the patio to clean it up.

Fortunately, the person on the errand remembered to avoid his upper body, otherwise there would be another toss.

"It's Aunt Six, it must be Aunt Six!"

Among the crowd, Li Dong, who wished he could huddle himself into a ball, looked particularly eye-catching, "My grandfather once said that half of the young men in the Shan Family Compound died at her hands!"

"You're not right."

Someone pointed to Zhao Yonghe who was still lying on the ground singing a ditty, "He's not old, why is he fine?"

"What do you know?!"

Li Dong's bloodshot eyes rolled in horror, "Aunt Six's obsession is to find someone who is willing to lift her hijab! How can I lift it with one hand?!"

Zheng Ju squatted over and asked, "You mean, as long as someone is willing to help that dead woman lift her hijab, she will be willing to reincarnate with peace of mind?"

"It's not that simple!"

Li Dong looked around in horror, and said tremblingly, "You know how miserable Aunt Liu was. The timid ones were frightened to death on the spot when they saw her! Those who survived by chance were killed because they refused to go to the underworld with her." Eat it alive! Anyway, as long as it is someone who is favored by the sixth aunt, no matter whether he wants to or not, he will only die in the end!"

Zheng Xun remained suspicious of these words, "Since you are so afraid of the sixth aunt, why did you go back to the Shan family compound?"

Everyone thought it made sense when they heard it. If someone who didn't know the inside story of the Shan family accidentally broke in, it would be reasonable. It would be impossible to sign up for the fraternity knowing that he would die.

Li Dong lowered his head guiltily amidst many unexplained prying eyes, "I came back to the Shan Family Compound because of my grandpa's last wish, and he always felt that he was responsible for the sixth aunt's death, even when he passed away. I still remember that moment…”

Yang Su interrupted his long-winded words, and asked directly: "Where is the room where Aunt Six got married?"

Li Dong opened his mouth, "It's in the side yard next to the veranda."

Yang Su got where he was going, and turned to the silent Huisheng, "Master, if I guessed correctly, Junior Sister Ling is now sharing the same room with the Sixth Aunt. Please also send someone to accompany me, so that I can have a witness .”

Huisheng hesitated, "Junior Sister has the life-saving jade talisman given by Master, so it shouldn't be a serious problem, right?"

Yang Su was not optimistic about Zou Qingcheng's craftsmanship, "If you can protect him for a while, you won't be able to protect him for a lifetime. If that female ghost takes Zhao Qiyun's body, I'm afraid we will all be in trouble."

Knowing that this trip was inevitable, Hui Sheng looked at the oldest Hui Zhi, "Junior Brother, I'd better trouble you to make a trip. With Yang Shanren here, even if you can't save Junior Sister, you will always be safe."

Huizhi responded in a deep voice, took the magic weapon and went to the side yard with Yang Su and the other three. Li Dong, who was familiar with the terrain, naturally also accompanied him.

Before entering the hospital through the veranda, several people saw an old poplar tree rustling in the cold wind.

"Ghost clap."

Yang Sucai felt that it might be difficult to go here, so a familiar Wu Nong ditty wafted faintly from the open window on the courtyard wall, mixed with faint cries for help.

Huizhi drew out the mahogany sword and was about to charge in, "It's Junior Sister Huiyun!"

"The Taoist priest, don't do it!"

Yang Su stopped Huizhi, "The female ghost inside has a lot to do with the people in the ancestral hall. If you accidentally hurt her in a hurry, or beat the young one to attract the old one, I'm afraid you and I will never get out of Yiyang Mountain in this lifetime." .”

Huizhi held the hilt of the sword tightly, "I can't hit it, and it doesn't make sense, so why don't we just leave Junior Sister Huiyun alone?"

Yang Su gave Zheng Xun a wink, and the latter immediately took a step forward and blocked Huizhi with his body so that he could not use it at will, "Don't forget that Daoist Zou is still trapped in the ancestral hall..."

It goes without saying which is more important, master or junior sister. Hui Zhi suddenly realized that he had almost made a big mistake, put the sword into its sheath embarrassingly, and never mentioned the matter of rushing in to save people.

After Yang Su and the others passed through the front hall full of glistening ghost lights and spider webs, as soon as they entered the door of the wedding room, they saw Zhao Qiyun, who was wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei, with only a little white and tender chin exposed outside the hijab, was being held by someone. Bound to the head of the bed and unable to move.

After a closer look, Zhao Qiyun was suddenly surprised. What bound Zhao Qiyun was not an ordinary rope and wooden stick, but a female ghost dressed in the same costume as her.

The female ghost, whose face could not be seen clearly, was tightly attached to Zhao Qiyun's torso and limbs like an octopus. The two of them are now like two connected candles, and sooner or later they will fuse together due to the high temperature.

"Help! Come quickly! There is a ghost!!"

Perhaps in desperation, Zhao Qiyun heard the sound of someone walking, and her throat was bleeding when she shouted, "Senior brother! Brother Yang! Please do me a favor and help me! Help me!!"

Huizhi couldn't bear to look any more, turned around and wiped away her tears.

Yang Su suddenly picked up Li Dong's collar, "Miss Su must be familiar with Guanshi Li from the Shan family. Now his grandson has found Yiyang Mountain on purpose, saying that he wants to pass on a message to you on behalf of his grandfather."

There is only one tablet in the ancestral hall of the Shan family that does not have her husband's surname on it, presumably it is the ill-fated sixth aunt in front of her.

The female ghost lying on Zhao Qiyun's back suddenly lifted the heavy phoenix crown, and Zhu Yu's crisp voice echoed the vibration, "Who is it? Who are you bringing to see me?!"

"The descendants of Guanshi Li."

As soon as Yang Su sent the man forward, the dumbfounded Li Dong rolled to Zhao Qiyun's feet, "Don't Miss Su want to know why he would rather die than return to the Shan family compound?"

"It's you! I recognize your face!"

The Xiapei covering the female ghost's body swelled without wind as the resentment soared, and strands of red tassels squirmed like living things, "You locked me in the wedding room! It was you who broke the room in spite of my every plea. I was trapped alive in bed!!”

"Not me! Not me!"

Li Dong, who was in extreme fear, closed his eyes tightly and shouted incoherently: "I was not born at that time, how could I do the evil things you said! What you are looking for is Li Yi, who has been dead for decades Already!!"

The female ghost let out a long cry, "It's only natural that the father should pay the debt! He's dead, but you're still alive!! I want you to pay for my life!!!"

There was a gloomy storm, and a rotten face covered with snakes, rats, and ants was exposed under the flying hijab. In the two holes that should have contained eyeballs, there were many crimson flesh worms wriggling with their masters. When it fell outside, a blood hole immediately appeared on Li Dong's skin.

With a scream, Li Dong crawled desperately towards the men standing quietly at the door, "Mr. Yang! I know the secret of the Shan family, and I have the secret map of their treasure in my hand! Save me, let's go together!" Divide this treasure equally!"

He had only taken a step before he was crushed by the grinning female ghost, and he collapsed in horror and howled, "I don't want it! I don't want anything, I'll give it all to you!!"

"idiot!"

Yang Su ignored Li Dong, who was dying, and instead took advantage of the situation to throw a red rope to hook Zhao Qiyun who was paralyzed on the bed, "Don't you understand that the treasure your grandfather talked about is the one who trapped us on Yiyang Mountain! Now, do you still want that treasure?"

"Take me away! Take me away!"

Accidentally caught a glimpse of Li Dong who gradually melted under the female ghost's body like hot oil, and Zhao Qiyun, who was in Yang Su's arms, let out a piercing scream and fell on his back and passed out.

Life was at stake, and Yang Su didn't have time to argue with her, so the woman who carried half her life on her shoulders rushed out of the front hall.

As soon as Yang Su moved, Zheng Xun brothers and Hui Zhi, who followed his lead, immediately escaped from this extremely terrifying wedding room.

Until they ran back to the main courtyard, Li Dong's wailing before his death and the greasy stench of rotting and steaming flesh still echoed around Yang Su and the others.

"Brother, what are you?"

Huisheng, who had been waiting for the news in the main courtyard, saw a few pale men with cold sweat on his head, and a junior sister who was still in a coma with a twisted and painful expression, and couldn't help but wondered: "Where is Li Dongren?"

"Stop talking about him."

Zheng Ju waved his hands out of breath, "That kid has..."

In the middle of speaking, he couldn't help but ran to the corner and vomited repeatedly.

Hui Zhi, who was on the frivolous footsteps, tightly hugged the mahogany sword in his arms, and said in fear: "Brother, we were all deceived by Li Dong, he deliberately led us to Yiyang Mountain! Just for what, anyway, I can't say no." Clearly, it seems to be the wealth hidden in the Shan family compound!"

At this time, Yang Su had already found the so-called treasure map from Li Dong's belongings, "Now that there is a life sacrifice to appease the wraith, at least there is no need to worry about it within the agreed time limit."

Huisheng stared at the yellowed manuscript on the stone table calmly, "Will Uncle Cheng and Junior Sister Wu really come back?"

Yang Su's usual cold face finally showed a hint of warmth under the reflection of the fire, "Now that things have happened, do we have any other choice besides believing?"

In the depths of Mrs. Mingyue's underground palace, Song Ci, who was staging a solo trip to Longtan with his master, suddenly sneezed, "Who is speaking ill of me behind my back!"

"Be quiet!"

Mao Bachi, who was wearing night clothes, looked a little funny, "Once the security guards on guard are alarmed, it will be difficult!"

"What's wrong with this, just knock people out!"

Song Ci nuzzled, "Anyway, they will still be devastated when they find out that something is missing in the underground palace. It's better to lie down now and take the opportunity to shirk responsibility."

Mao Bachi turned around and stared, "That's the soul-suppressing stele of the seven evil spirits of our Maoshan Sect, not something unearthed from the underground palace. It's self-defense for our masters and apprentices to take back their own things, and it's wrong to hurt people for this!"

Song Ci nodded confusedly, "Well, I really should thank the person who sent you to the mental hospital back then for not directly destroying this stele, but instead listened to the madman and used it to suppress evil things."

If it wasn't for Jing Hao, that scumbag looking for trouble, who moved the soul-restraining tablet, Lou Mingyue would probably be trapped in the dark and damp well for the rest of her life.

Thinking of the beauty who was still waiting for the return of his concubine, Song Ci twitched his lips, hoping that Jing Xuan could send Lou Mingyue to Yiyang Mountain in time, so that she would not have to go through another trip.

Although Mao Bachi had never been lucky enough to see the whole picture of the underground palace, it was not difficult to find the stone-sealed well by relying on the ghostly aura accumulated by Lou Mingyue for thousands of years.

"One thing doesn't bother the two masters, it's better for the old Taoist to form this good relationship."

Mao Bachi took out the talisman paper from his bosom and flicked it towards the mouth of the well, a burst of flame carried the slowly burning talisman paper and slowly floated into the edge of the well, and then circled around the wall of the well like flying fireflies and fell towards the depths.

Song Ci poked his head to look, and saw the wisps of yin energy hidden in the crevices of the well wall gradually vanished into nothingness with the disappearance of the talisman paper. He couldn't help laughing and said: "In the future, if there are old and weak people visiting the underground palace, they will not be afraid of being hurt by the cold." sick."

After disposing of the well, the old Taoist carried a stone tablet engraved with mysterious runes on his back, and led his young apprentice to sneak out of the underground palace without any danger.

Song Ci didn't tell Mao Bachi her real background, she just used the method of storytelling to tell the grievances and entanglements between Wen Rou and the Jing family in detail.

Perhaps she underestimated the ability of a Maoshan Taoist. After hearing this story, Mao Bachi was silent for a while, and then asked whether the female ghost possessing Jing Jiaojiao was the concubine the jade man was looking for. Talk more.

Occasionally, he would secretly observe the little apprentice with an indescribable expression, but no matter how entangled Mao Bachi was in his heart, in the end he just whispered a few words to the reincarnated master before going to sleep.

Naturally, the old Taoist's small actions could not be hidden from the clear-eyed Song Ci. At first, she thought that if Mao Bachi really couldn't accept an apprentice of unknown origin, she could get together with him after fulfilling the original owner's wish.

Jing Hao and Lou Mingyue are the deepest obsessions of gentleness. For the rest of his life, even if Song Ci just lives in a century-old shop, he will not arouse any dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, Mao Bachi just muttered a few words of God's will against his back and then didn't move. Instead, Song Ci, who was always ready to leave alone, felt extremely depressed as if he had punched cotton.

Now that the soul-suppressing stele is in hand, Mao Bachi didn't dare to test Jade's patience with the life of fellow Taoist, so he hurriedly urged his apprentice to return to Yiyang Mountain.

Just like Song Ci's guess, on the way back to Yiyang Mountain from south to west, I saw many special investigators searching for lost cultural relics. If it weren't for the help of blindfolded people, the master and apprentice might not even be able to get on the train.

Moving forward with heavy burdens, Song Ci and Mao Bachi finally arrived at the only way to enter the mountain on the last day of the deadline. Waiting here was another man who regretted not being able to take revenge with his own hands.

Jing Xuan in sportswear was standing under the dead tree that was still full of crows with his trouser pockets in his trouser pockets, and beside him was Jing Jiaojiao sitting in a wheelchair.

Song Ci glanced at the ignorant woman curiously, "What did you do to her?"

Jing Xuan smiled softly, "As long as I am still alive, Jiaojiao will be served like a princess. If so, what difference does it make to her to be a fool or a vegetable?"

If it weren't for Mao Bachi watching from the side, Song Ci would have applauded Jing Xuan's trick.

Whether it is a fool or a vegetable, Jing Jiaojiao is struggling to survive, but for Lou Mingyue, the difference is the sky and the earth.

Song Ci dared to bet that if she still had a finger to move, she would definitely try to find a way to escape.

In his mind, he imagined the scene of Mrs. Mingyue, who was in a mess, taking the initiative to touch the switch, and Song Ci finally couldn't help laughing.

Mao Bachi didn't know whether he couldn't get used to Jingxuan's treatment of his sister or was anxious to save others, he coughed and interrupted: "Xiaoqing, it's getting late, let's hurry up the mountain."

Song Ci forced his smile back and stepped aside, watching with his own eyes the old Taoist cast a secret method to strip Lou Mingyue from Jing Jiaojiao's exorcism shell, and locked her in a specially made magic weapon.

When she turned to say goodbye, she didn't mention Jing Hao's future.

As early as when he told the other party that he needed to use Lou Mingyue to make a deal, Song Ci had explained the cause and effect clearly with Jing Xuan, and he should also understand what would happen to his brother who was named by the jade man.

Silence may be the best answer Jingxuan gave.

Walking on the hillside, Song Ci turned his head again to look at the figure standing under the tree, and suddenly felt that the Jing family brothers deserved to be passed down in the same line, and they would always be more cruel to others than to themselves.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Refer to Tieguai Li, even a fairy possessed can only accept his fate as a cripple, let alone a female ghost~~┑(￣Д￣)┍

Also, there is one last chapter to end this story~~

Milk tofu, okay~~