After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

The Ghost Festival, when a hundred demons parade at night, is one of the more lively festivals among the people, and it happens in three days.

The world of cultivation rarely celebrates human festivals. I guess Lin Xingfan only knew a little about it from the short biographies about the human world he read in the storybooks.

Seeing that he had already started to mention the lantern festival, street acrobatics, and even the fireworks display, Xia Ling quickly said, "Fifth Senior Brother, I'll go with you."

Lin Xingfan didn't expect that she would agree so easily, and asked suspiciously: "Really?" How come the junior sister suddenly became a good person?

"It's fake." His emotions were always written on his face. Xia Ling teased him with a smile, "Go by yourself."

"Oh, no!" Lin Xingfan pretended to be in tears, "I want to go with you! After that day, I will definitely concentrate on investigating the matter of Guimie, so just go with me!????????????."

How boring it is to be alone, he doesn't want it.

But it goes without saying that the fellow students would ignore him○○(＞＜)○○.

The only person who has a chance of playing with him is the cute little junior sister.

"If you don't go, I'll be lonely and sad even if I go~"

Lin Xingfan lay on the table muttering to himself, looking lazy and carefree.

With his head resting on his arms, he acted coquettishly towards Xia Ling with his delicate and handsome face, which was very touching.

Since coming to the world, he has been like a newborn bird, curious about everything.

Being able to control my temper and focus on investigating the incident these days is equivalent to suppressing my nature.

If she rejected his invitation, he would probably be disappointed for half a year?

Xia Ling found the scene a little funny when she thought about it, so she played nice and stopped teasing him, "Okay, okay, I'll go with you." She also wanted to know what secrets were hidden in the Ghost Festival that Chu Yunshu had repeatedly emphasized.

Hearing this, Lin Xingfan, who was lying on the table, suddenly sat up and hugged her excitedly, "I knew you were the best, Junior Sister! I love you so much!!"

Xia Ling was used to his childish reaction and patted him on the back: "Fifth Brother, if you don't let go, I will suffocate." Of course, he was joking. As long as there is spiritual energy in the body, the cultivator can go without breathing for a long time.

The moment Xia Ling finished speaking, Lin Xingfan, who was immersed in joy, was pulled away by Qi Huai.

"Third senior brother, please be gentle, don't pull me!" Lin Xingfan struggled.

Xia Ling shook her head helplessly, lifted her skirt slightly, stood up and walked to the other side of the tea table, took out the ancient guqin Jiuyou given by Qin Lao and placed it on the table.

With a gentle touch of the fingers, a disorderly piano sound was heard.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it. Lin Xingfan, who had broken free from his restraints, came up to them at some point and said, "This zither is so well made! But it doesn't look like a spiritual instrument?"

"Indeed, it is not." Xia Ling pointed at the jade-like cold body of the zither, "This one is called Jiuyou, and it was given to me by the previous master of the Void Tower. Although it is not spiritual power, it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and draw on the power of the stars and the moon."

"It's so powerful." Lin Xingfan crossed his arms and his eyes stayed on Jiuyou. "It's not an exaggeration to describe this level as a divine weapon."

"Maybe." Xia Ling responded briefly.

According to Master Qin, the Jiuyou Qin should be the holy weapon of the elves.

According to the accurate class classification, it should be superior to ordinary artifacts.

Old Qin once mentioned that Jiuyou was something he obtained by chance.

Although there is no spirit in the weapon, only those with the blood of elves or spirits are qualified to use it.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't even be able to pluck the strings.

Xia Ling didn't want to explain too much about this. After all, it involved the Holy Spirit Realm, and it would be extremely troublesome to explain.

What's more... So far, she herself knows very little about elves and the spirit race, so how can she clearly tell others?

It is better to remain silent than to give vague explanations.

However, Lin Xingfan just said it casually and didn't ask in detail.

Xia Ling put Jiuyou away, set up a spirit gathering formation to let it absorb spiritual energy, and then returned to his seat.

By the way, he bought a few pills from the system store that can detoxify, expel evil spirits, and hide auras, and used his spiritual power to pass them to several brothers, "You take the pills first, they can ward off evil spirits. Although the soul-asking song is not an offensive spell, it may attract some wronged souls."

"Okay." Lin Xingfan swallowed it directly.

The others didn't ask any questions and just took it.

Today was particularly long, and the rest of the day they spent together trying to deduce clues.

The specific topic was about forbidden techniques and the exiled ghost cultivators in the north, in order to infer whether there was any connection between the two.

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I don’t know how long it took, but the moonlight finally came down completely.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Xia Lingsheng stretched his body lazily, "We have waited for so long, it is time to act."

As she spoke, she stood up, picked up Jiuyou and walked towards the courtyard. The others followed her tacitly.

There were no lights in the yard, and it was difficult to illuminate every corner with moonlight alone.

Seeing this, Lin Xingfan wanted to conjure up spiritual fire for lighting, but was stopped by Xia Ling, "Fifth Brother, just keep the status quo."

This time, the inquiry into the spirits is likely to fail, but if they can summon the souls of those who have already died, or the wandering ghosts who witnessed their disappearance, it will be helpful to them.

"Oh, okay." Lin Xingfan didn't ask why and nodded obediently.

At the same time, Simu Feng had already placed a piano table for Jiuyou in the courtyard.

Xia Ling walked forward, adjusted the body of the piano before sitting down in front of the piano table, and then gently stroked the strings to test the sound.

Fearing that something unexpected might happen, she specifically reminded them: "Senior brothers, when I play, pay attention to the flow of air around you. Remember, no matter what happens, do not move before I signal you."

"Okay!" Lin Xingfan cooperated very well.

The other four nodded to show that they understood.

Seeing this, Xia Ling retracted his gaze, took out the belongings of the missing people one by one from the space, and placed them in the center of the yard.

The soul-questioning song has many uses, and can be used to track down souls and determine life and death.

It can also be used to communicate with ghosts, get information from them, etc.

What Xia Ling has to do now is to chase the soul.

There aren't many restrictions on soul hunting, as long as there is an item with the aura of the person being hunted.

The moon had come, and after Xia Ling took a few soul-restoring pills, he rolled up his sleeves and began to play the tenth chapter of Qingyou - Asking the Soul.

Slender white fingers plucked the strings of the zither, and a graceful sound flowed out.

The moon was bright and the water was clear. The wind blew a lot of ripples on the pond in the yard.

The moon is in the water, but the soft and clear moonlight only illuminates one person.

In the moonlight, Xia Ling, who was pampered by the moonlight, was like an elf, her fingertips moved like the breeze, elegant and calm.

Perhaps it was because of the beautiful scenery or because the music was too intoxicating, but the expressions of the young men standing in the courtyard were a little dazed.

The first half of the piano music is like flowing spring water, light and long.

Just when they relaxed a little, the sound of the piano changed in an instant, rising and falling with the movement of their fingertips.

The breeze blows on your face, disturbing your mind.

After a moment, the sound of the piano turned into a light blue light, extending to all parts of the world.

At the same time, a black fog gradually spread from afar to here.

The barrier set up in the courtyard began to hum, as if to remind everyone that danger was approaching.