One person: Brother Wang Ye, I leveled up by rebelling!

Chapter 89: Mom, are we possessed by evil spirits?
"Are you sure you want to see my Tai Chi?"

Zhong Xiao pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

Chen Mulin was stunned for a moment. Looking at Zhong Xiao's serious expression, she felt a little nervous for no reason.

"Can't I watch? Tai Chi shouldn't matter, right? Well... I'm not asking you to use me as a target."

Chen Mulin was afraid that Zhong Xiao would use her as a human scarecrow, and was also afraid that Zhong Xiao would misunderstand something, so she hurried to make amends.

"I don't mean anything else. Have you heard of Ziran Gong? It's in Chuancheng. Although I've been active in Gangcheng, my ancestral home is in Chuancheng. My grandfather was a disciple of Ziran Gong. I secretly learned some from him when I was a child, but my grandfather was only willing to teach me for the purpose of health preservation, so the effect was minimal."

"In the minds of the general public, Tai Chi is almost the same as natural exercises. Both have health-preserving practice methods. So, I want to see what Tai Chi is like when it is practiced by a real extraordinary person!"

Tsk, this is indeed a simple wish...

But can I really be used to represent Tai Chi in general?

Zhong Xiao has a clear positioning of himself.

That is, once a martial art reaches "perfection" in the system's words, it has already changed, and the upper limit of the martial art depends purely on one's imagination.

“How do you demonstrate normal Tai Chi?”

Zhong Xiao fell into deep thought, and finally thought of his master, Taoist Yunlong.

His Tai Chi is based on rebounding, catching the opponent's strength and then hitting back.

This display method is relatively safe, so let’s do it this way!
"Ms. Chen, use your own methods to attack me. Long-range attacks are best!"

Zhong Xiao made up his mind and said to Chen Mulin.

"what?"

Chen Mulin was shocked. She didn't expect Zhong Xiao to say that.

However, seeing his unquestionable look, Chen Mulin had no choice but to agree. She rummaged through A Zhao's pocket and took out a pentagonal paper with four square sides and one pointed side.

There is a red circle on the paper with words and some very small symbols in it.

"What is this, origami?" Zhong Xiao wondered.

“…It’s a shikigami technique.”

The Onmyoji makes a contract with the monster through a sealing letter, shapes it through paper cutting, and recites the agreed-upon spell, so that he can summon the Shikigami at any time.

"Shikigami Shiranui!"

A light blue flame suddenly burst out from the pentagonal talisman paper in Chen Mulin's palm.

This thing is generally called ghost fire in China, or scientifically speaking, phosphorus fire. It is the flame produced by the spontaneous combustion of nitrogen phosphide decomposed when human and animal corpses decompose. It often appears in graves on dry days in summer, so it was considered by the ancients to be the embodiment of the soul.

The little will-o'-the-wisp summoned by Chen Mulin was already similar to a spirit. It had self-awareness and would chase people and set fire to them.

Shiranui was hovering in the air, like a little kid running around excitedly in an unfamiliar environment.

Zhong Xiao looked at the will-o'-the-wisp fire jumping in the air and found it very strange.

According to the information, Chen Mulin's mother is indeed an islander. From this point of view, this woman should have a high status and is most likely a descendant of the Tokugawa family.

The great Onmyoji Abe Haruaki has two descendants, the Tsuchimikado family and the Kurahashi family.

Among them, the Tsuchimikado family is proficient in the art of shikigami.

However, will these large local families on the island really allow their descendants to intermarry with people from other countries?
They even intermarried with the Hongmen, an organization whose ancestors had anti-Japanese blood...

Zhong Xiao stroked his chin. He couldn't figure it out for the time being. He decided to take a look at the magic of this technique.

Speaking of this shikigami technique, it can also be called spiritualism.

In this regard, the shamans of Northeast China may be the ancestors.

I just don't know if the Soul Conscription and General Spelling will work on these Shikigami.

"As for long-range attacks, this is all I know. Do you think it's okay?"

Looking at the circling Shiranui, Chen Mulin said helplessly.

"Yeah, that's okay too."

This thing is barely a living thing, I have to control my strength and not destroy it...

After that, Chen Mulin asked Zhong Xiao how he was prepared, and waited for his answer before releasing the unknown fire. A ball of blue will-o'-the-wisp flew over, and Zhong Xiao thought about the posture of Taoist Yunlong in his mind, and also stretched out his palms, like a noodle-stretching master, stretching the power of Tai Chi as noodles.

Aiming at the flying Shiranui, Zhong Xiao raised his hands, and the retained force between his palms wrapped up the entire Shiranui.

This Shikigami, after all, is nothing more than a kind of force!

Shout out the victory declaration of your own concept master in your heart.

Zhong Xiao swung the ball of fire wrapped in strong force out like a discus.

The moment he swung his arm, Zhong Xiao realized that he had used too much force!

This is fire, not a ball, and it's too damn light!
By the time Zhong Xiao realized it, it was already too late.

That poor Shiranui flew far away.

"Um, Miss Chen, can you take it back?" Zhong Xiao said embarrassedly.

As for Chen Mulin, she stared at the light spot that was getting smaller and smaller, dumbfounded, and shook her head blankly, "No, I'm just a half-baked person, I can't control it if the distance is too far..."

"Then... where will it fly to?" Zhong Xiao asked weakly.

"Shouldn't you ask yourself?" Chen Mulin said bluntly.

Ahem, it turns out to be like this.

Then let the bullet... no, let the will-o'-the-wisp fly for a while.

……

……

In front of a public security bureau in Chengdu.

The policeman in uniform was holding a piece of fake human skin in his hand, comforting the young woman in front of him.

"Beauty, it's just a toy, don't be afraid, look, even children aren't afraid, right?"

"Yeah! Don't be afraid!"

The little boy, who was only five or six years old, shouted excitedly and showed great support.

"Look, beauty, it's just a spoof toy. We've asked someone to check it out. It's not human skin. Don't worry!"

After hearing the police officer's advice, the timid mother finally put her mind at ease.

"Sorry to waste your time. I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay. We don't have anything to do today anyway, so we're just sitting around doing nothing."

The friendliness of the police officer diluted the mother's fear of the fake human skin. She held her child's hand and walked out of the police station.

"Mom, the police confiscated my face. Can you buy me another one?"

The child shook his mother's hand, which made her blush.

"Baby, can we buy something else? Don't like that kind of stuff! It's too weird!"

After hearing what his mother said, the boy became unhappy and snorted in anger.

The timid mother wiped the sweat from her forehead and thought, "He's just a little kid, he'll be well behaved if I buy him some delicious food."

Thinking of this, she let out a long sigh, but suddenly she felt a burning sensation by her ear, as if something slightly warm had passed by.

"Wow, Mom! Look!"

At this time, the boy's excited voice sounded.

"Look! It's blue fire! Will-o'-the-wisp!"

"Mom! Are we possessed by evil spirits?"

...Child, stop shaking my arm.

Mom has been gone for a while!

(End of this chapter)