The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

"Senior, how could you..." Is this the case? !

When Song Zhi saw this face, he almost stood up, but fortunately he controlled himself.

He felt that if he lost his composure like that, he would only annoy Yun Badao.

According to rumors, the genius of the First Xuanmen is a narrow-minded, intolerant, and cruel person.

Otherwise, why couldn’t the First Xuanmen accommodate the disciple with better talent in the past?

I heard that there is a new genius in the mystical arts who is very young.

Everyone else treated the child as a junior, doting and tolerating him, but Yun Badao just couldn't tolerate him.

Although they are old enough to be each other's father, they regard each other as a thorn in their side and always pick on each other.

After all these years, it doesn't make sense that Yun Badao's mentality would be better, right?

"Why, does this face of mine look familiar to you?" The black shadow narrowed his eyes slightly and asked Song Zhi.

"I have seen the portrait before, but I have no idea who painted it."

Song Zhi said half-truthfully, "I heard that he was from the First Xuanmen. At that time, I didn't know whether he was or not."

The shadow sneered.

"Then I will tell you, yes. This face of mine makes people disgusted, but I have no choice but to use it."

Song Zhi was a little confused.

But there is one thing he is sure of, Yun Badao definitely did not look like this originally.

It is hard to say whether he used an illusion charm or some shady means to make his face look like this.

Or in other words, whose body did Yun Badao use?

His talent was so strong that the entire Xuanmen knew about it, so he must have such ability.

"Do you know why I saved you?" the black shadow asked again.

Song Zhi shook his head.

"You have great talent, and you share the same goal as me. I am willing to help you."

"If it weren't for me, you would have died at Lu Zhaoling's hands."

Song Zhi frowned, "Lu Zhaoling is a member of the Xuanmen Sect, does he dare to kill people at will?"

He actually didn't believe that Lu Zhaoling would kill him, he just didn't want Lu Zhaoling to know some things.

But after hearing his words, the black shadow felt very mocking. He sneered a few times and suddenly swung out with one hand. A stream of black gas hit the wall of the cave, knocking down several stones with a bang.

The group of ghosts were frightened and screamed, huddling together and crowding together.

"Shut up!"

The black shadow shouted at them, and they immediately quieted down, but they were still huddled together, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Do you think those people from the Xuanmen Zhengdao are all good people?"

The black shadow's tone was gloomy, and his ghostly aura was even stronger.

For a moment, Song Zhi couldn't tell whether he was a pure ghost or possessed by a human.

"Don't you know how many people from the Xuanmen sect Lu Zhaoling has killed this year?"

Of course Song Zhi knew it.

Lu Zhaoling not only killed people from the Xuanmen, but also killed many ghosts from the Xuanmen.

But in his opinion, Lu Zhaoling was still bound by the rules. Those he killed were evil cultivators and ghost cultivators who had harmed people and ghosts. They could not be killed casually.

He always felt that he was not an evil cultivator.

So, Lu Zhaoling would not kill him.

The shadow stared at him again, "I found out that you had a strange encounter and got a lot of magical instruments from the First Xuan Sect back then."

Song Zhi was shocked.

So, this Yun Badao actually came for the magic weapon in his hand?

"I only want a Netherworld Fan."

The shadow spoke directly.

"The fan is in your hand, but you can't use even 50% of its power, so it's useless for you to hold it." The black shadow said, "Give it to me, and I will definitely make Lu Zhaoling pay."

Therefore, this is the biggest reason why he saved Song Zhi.

He had been searching for the Netherworld Fan for many years, but he never expected that it was actually obtained by Song Zhi.

This person does have some luck. From his face we can see that he was extremely lucky in the first half of his life. He was always able to turn misfortune into good fortune, and he would get windfalls from time to time. He had noble people to help him and was good at picking up bargains.

Very rare.

"Netherworld Fan?"

Song Zhi felt a little depressed.

He actually didn't know the name of the folding fan he was using.

But the fan he got was a magical instrument, and there was only one of them. Now that Yun Badao mentioned the Netherworld Fan, it should be that one.

"I don't know what the Netherworld Fan is, but I did get a fan once. The fan bones and the surface were black, and there were words written in gold powder..."

"That's it. Give it to me."

The shadow had already extended his hand towards him after he finished speaking.

Song Zhi paused, "To be honest, when I was fighting with Lu Zhaoling tonight, the fan..."

"Don't tell me that the fan was taken away by Lu Zhaoling!"

The shadow was immediately furious, "Do you know that if she gets that fan, she will be even more difficult to deal with!"

He suddenly felt like killing, but he still pressed the button.

He needs help.

We can’t kill them all.

Song Zhi quickly said, "No, she didn't snatch it away. Instead, after she opened the Ghost Gate, a female ghost she kept threw the fan into the Ghost Gate."

Now that it's been thrown in, no one else can get it.

"Thrown into the ghost gate?"

The shadow was still very angry.

"How ridiculous! Isn't this the same as returning the property to its original owner? If we take back the Netherworld Fan, Netherworld will be able to quell the unrest this time!"

Angry.

Song Zhi had never expected that the fan was actually something from the underworld.

Qiu Mansion.

Lu Zhaoling stood in the formation, feeling the spiritual energy flowing towards his senior fellow apprentice.

This golden pen really gave her an extra boost.

Moreover, he saved Zhou Shiyue at a critical moment. It was truly a lifesaver.

If she didn't have the golden pen, she would have to wait to gather a lot of things needed to break the curse.

Lu Zhaoling looked at Yin Changxing again.

She had never asked where he got the money from.

Yin Changxing was also looking at Yin Yunting at this moment.

And the three newly promoted young people are getting together.

They didn't dare to whisper at this time, but they exchanged glances from time to time, with excitement in their eyes, and everyone knew what it was all about.

They are all happy that they have a name.

Aoki looked at them and understood everything clearly.

But he understood this feeling very well.

Qingyin, Qingbao and Lu Song all looked intently at Yin Yunting's face.

Everyone was waiting for him to wake up.

"Miss is going to Yulan Pass tomorrow," Qingbao whispered to Qingyin, "If Master Yin doesn't wake up at this time, Miss wouldn't dare to leave him in Subei City, right?"

That's what they're worried about.

Given Yin Yunting's current condition, it would not be a good idea to take him on the journey.

But no one felt at ease leaving him in Subei City.

Evil cultivators are running all over the place, and little ghosts are running around everywhere. If they want to harm Master Yin, no one can protect him.

"Qingyu!"

Yin Changxing suddenly shouted.

Lu Zhaoling squatted beside the couch and looked at Yin Yunting.