The Sun of the Patriarch of Demon Dao shines on the stars

On the outskirts of Yicheng in the east of Shu, there are rolling mountains, and there is some thin fog in the morning, lingering near the mountainside for a long time.On the foot of the mountain, rocks are piled up, weeds are overgrown, and some unknown evergreen trees grow.Occasionally, a few small skylarks flew up from the branches, screaming and rushing into the fog.

In a slightly flat and open area of ​​the mountain depression, there is a man-made heap of wooden branches and vines. The outline of the face is handsome and elegant, with pale face and light lips. The upper half of the face is wrapped in a five-finger-wide bandage.There are some wild flowers with broken leaves scattered around him, and his pale face looks particularly peaceful.

Song Lan stood in front of the pile of wooden branches and vines, holding a spirit lock bag in his left hand, and a lit wooden trunk in his right hand. There was no wind today, and the orange-red flame was burning quietly.

He was still dressed in a black robe, with the dust fly on his back, the two swords Fuxue and Shuanghua were inserted into the ground, but the scabbard was not stained by a speck of dust.

Three months ago, after parting with Hanguang-jun and others in Yicheng, Song Lan traveled a few laps from Yicheng to Liyang. During the day, he saw that the number of people around Yicheng gradually increased. The dense fog from the previous years cleared away. After going there, it became very popular.After sunset, he went hunting at night while walking along the road, carrying Shuanghua on his shoulders, exorcising evil spirits. He supposedly cleared the way for Xiao Xingchen's soul and fulfilled his wish in life.

Three months later, Song Lan returned to Yicheng and fulfilled his promise: the body was cremated and the soul rested in peace.

Song Lan held the fire branch and looked at Xiao Xingchen on the wooden board. Yicheng had been surrounded by dense fog for years, and the corpse was well preserved and would not rot.Xiao Xingchen's face and body are still the same as before, without any change.

Song Lan's pupils were full of reluctance, but then he closed his eyes and threw the fire branch to the pile of wooden vines.The pile of wooden branches and vines was instantly ignited, and the flames danced with smoke, slowly narrowing the range.

Song Lan stood three feet away and stared intently, frowning: This person is dead, and his body has returned to heaven.Stardust, may your physical body find a safe place in heaven.

From a dense tree behind him, several little skylarks rose up, chirping and flying into the sky.The sky was not yet clear, and suddenly the wind blew up, causing Song Lan's clothes to flutter.Then the wind became stronger and stronger, and the flames of the wooden vine pile were twisted and struggling, as if they were going to be extinguished at any time.

Song Lan suddenly felt strange, and was about to get closer to take a look, but suddenly felt a chill coming up from his heels, his body began to become stiff, the lines of black coils quickly crawled away from his neck, and there seemed to be a roar inside his body , want to shout out!

Accompanied by a strange long wind, a lazy tone was blown into Song Lan's ears: "Song Daochang, long time no see! How are you doing without me?"

Song Lan's scalp was numb, and he turned around stiffly, moving a little slowly.There is a tree five feet away behind him, the branches and leaves are very thick.A man in black clothes sat obliquely at the place where a few thicker branches forked. One of his feet drooped down, shaking once and for all.Both hands were not idle, the left hand was holding a piece of black cast iron, on which the engravings of Yin Fu seals were melted, and the right hand was holding the bamboo stick of candied haws, and threw the bamboo stick aside after eating the last hawthorn fruit .

The dense branches and leaves blocked his face, but Song Lan found the voice very familiar.Just as he was staring intently at the black shadow, the covered branches and leaves were brushed away by one hand, and a face was suddenly revealed——black eyes, straight nose bridge, thin lips revealing a light red, It can be said to be handsome.There was a cunning and strange light in his pupils, which fell straight on Song Lan.

Song Lan opened his mouth, feeling both hatred and shock for a moment. He wanted to call that person's name, but he couldn't make a sound!

Xue Yang put his index finger in front of his mouth, gave a "shush", and said, "Don't make a sound, what comes out will only be the roar of a murderous corpse." He jumped off the tree, showing two canine teeth: "Father!" A corpse is a murderous corpse, even if the nails are pulled out, you still have to obey me!"

After finishing speaking, he raised the Yinhu Talisman in his hand.The wind became more violent, and the hem of their clothes was rattling.

Song Lan turned around and saw a group of lonely ghosts crawling beside Xiao Xingchen, putting out the fire.Looking around again, countless souls are circling around them, their speed is fast, it can be said that they are running.It turns out that this long wind is not wind at all, but the tactile sensation caused by the fast-moving soul passing by.

Song Lan looked back at Xue Yang, trying to keep his mind clear, but his eyes rolled up involuntarily, leaving only the whites of the eyes, and his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

Xue Yang approached him slowly, put the Yinhu Talisman into his bosom, took out two black nails and inserted them into the original nail holes near Song Lan's temples.His left hand wobbled a few times and failed to insert it properly. He let out a yell and cursed: "You also said that you are the guest with the highest spiritual power. It is not as easy to use as my previous hand!" .

When he walked to the pile of wooden vines, Xue Yang drove away the prostrate bastards. Looking at Xiao Xingchen's face, he raised his eyes to see Song Lan still standing motionless, and said, "Corpse Daoist, go back and get the justice Zhuang clean up, we will go back after a while."

Song Lan obediently turned around and walked towards Yicheng.The corners of Xue Yang's lips twitched, revealing a wicked smile: "I'll deal with you when I go back!"

He leaned over and hugged Xiao Xingchen's shoulders with one hand, and his ankles with the other. He hugged Xiao Xingchen horizontally, carried him under a tree, and laid him down again.Xiao Xingchen's robe was not burned by the fire, it was still white, and his handsome face was pale and haggard.

Xue Yang stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that handsome chin, but his hand was stained with some mud because he just climbed over a tree.His hand paused in the air for a moment, but he took it back.

"Daoist Xiao Xingchen, I haven't seen you for three months. Why are you getting thinner? I weighed you just now. You look so light and fluffy, like a little girl." He touched the lock spirit in his hand as he spoke. The sac, the soul inside is light and scattered, shattered like the remnant clouds in the sky.He frowned and said: "Your soul is a little lighter, no matter how you go down, it will be gone!"

Immediately there was a smile on that handsome face again, with a wicked stubbornness, "It's okay, Daoist Xingchen, let's go find your master! You don't want to come back, your master has a way to summon her!" you come back!"

As he said that, he unlocked the spirit-locking pouch, and under the strong suction of the Yinhu Talisman, those broken souls could not escape, and Xue Yang called them into the body, and were controlled by his consciousness.

When he was looking through the remaining manuscripts of Yiling Patriarch 12 years ago, what he was most interested in was not the method of making the Yinhu Talisman, but a method recorded in the book to communicate with the soul: empathy.

The empathy described in the book is to directly invite the spirit of resentment, and the empathizer invades the soul of the spirit of resentment, using his own body as a medium, hearing what he hears, seeing what he sees, and feeling what he feels.If the spirit of resentment is particularly strong, it will also be affected by emotions such as sadness, anger, and ecstasy.

At that time, Xue Yang learned this method overnight, thinking that one day when he was free, he would go to a brothel to kill a random prostitute, and then empathize with her, and experience what it feels like to be fucked!But what I didn't expect was that the idea of ​​empathizing with prostitutes had never been realized, and it came in handy at this time.

Originally, empathy is an extremely dangerous method, and it is easy for resentful spirits to take advantage of it, and end up being taken away or killed by God, but because Xiao Xingchen's soul is extremely broken and his motivation is very weak, he can't do it again. In addition, now that the Yin Tiger Talisman is on Xue Yang's body, he has full control over Xiao Xingchen's soul, so Xue Yang can empathize with Xiao Xingchen boldly and safely, and he doesn't need a supervisor. He can open his eyes whenever he wants to wake up.

Xue Yang felt Xiao Xingchen's soul floating into his body, and after a while, as if his soul had landed, a stretch of mountains appeared in front of Xue Yang. Xiao Xingchen was in a group of mountains. Shuanghua was still dressed in white, fine linen, with a dark blue belt around her waist, but she hadn't brushed the dust yet.The road passed a small stream, the stream was gurgling, flowing down the mountain, reflecting the blue clouds in the daytime.

Xiao Xingchen went to get water to drink, and when he held the water in his hands, his face was reflected in the stream, that face looked immature and handsome, with a broad forehead, he was about twelve or thirteen years old, but there was something present in his brows and eyes. Tough and elegant look.

Xue Yang sighed secretly in his heart: Not bad, Daoist Xingchen, I never thought you had such a youthful and milky face when you were young!I thought you were born with such a noble and abstinent look!

Xiao Xingchen continued to walk on the winding mountain road. The roadside was overgrown with thorns, covering the road. It was a bit difficult to walk. Xue Yang kept in mind that this was the road leading to the hiding place of Baoshan Sanren. I know it well.

I don't know how many mountains I passed through, and hundreds of twists and turns, the scenery in front of me changed a little.Xue Yang was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly noticed that the surrounding trees had turned green, he regained his energy. Although there were trees and grass along the roadsides, they were all dark, sparse and desolate. Walking in, I feel that the color of the leaves and weeds is getting brighter, the growth is lush and full of vitality.

Xue Yang knew that this was a sign that there were immortal masters living here.The spiritual power of the Xianmen family can not only improve one's own cultivation, but also infect the surrounding vegetation, making it luxuriant, bright and full of vitality.

Xiao Xingchen pushed through layers of branches and leaves, and finally went up a slope, and finally stopped in front of a cave. The cave door was arched, blocked by two dark brown wooden doors, and a few vines hung from the door.

Xue Yang laughed and cursed in his heart: This old guy really knows how to choose a place!Hiding in such a hole, I thought it was the trunk of a tree from a distance!Only ghosts can find it!Hahaha, Xiao Xingchen, you clever ghost!

Xiao Xingchen knocked on the door three times, and said: "Zhibi Nanshan, said to pick its ferns; I don't see a gentleman, I worry about it. If I see it, I will stop it, and my heart will say it."

Xue Yang: What?

After a while, the door opened, and the same white satin snow-covered person appeared in front of his eyes, with long hair like ink hanging down to his waist, with a breath of immortality, with a whisk in his arm, with the appearance of a middle-aged woman , with solemn eyebrows and eyes, and tightly closed lips.

Xiao Xingchen saluted and called out: "Master, this disciple has successfully returned from his downfall."

Baoshan Sanren nodded slightly, and took the spirit lock bag presented by Xiao Xingchen, but then noticed that his whole body was stained with evil spirits, so he opened his mouth and said: "Although you have successfully subdued the evil spirits around Qinshan, it is inevitable that you will be stained with evil spirits. It’s not convenient to enter the cave right now because I’ve provoked some evil spirits, let’s go to the Qingling River at the foot of the mountain to wash and change clothes!” After speaking, he shook the whisk and turned to enter the cave.

Xiao Xingchen followed Master's instructions and walked towards the foot of the mountain. Because he successfully completed the task, he is now in a good mood, walking a little fluttering, humming a little tune, soft and low.

But Xue Yang was a little angry, and thought angrily: The old hag actually said that Xiao Xingchen came back from exorcising evil spirits and was tainted with foolishness, so he had to be cleaned before allowing him to enter the house!

Xue Yang was sulking all the way, but he didn't notice that Xiao Xingchen had already walked to the river, took off his clothes, and walked into the river, revealing his white and solid body.

The author has something to say: The passage read by Xiao Xingchen comes from the "Guofeng" in the "Book of Songs". The general understanding is that women miss their husbands who are away from home, but there are also understandings that "entrust the love between men and women to write about the thoughts of the monarch and his ministers." "Say", I use it between master and apprentice here to express the master's concern for the disciples outside, each has a different understanding^_^

Also, Xue Yang's wording really made me laugh - "Chengmei", I suspect that Jin Guangyao deliberately made fun of him.In order to rhyme with Stardust here, I changed him to "Xue Meicheng"

As the saying goes-the breeze, the bright moon and the dawn stardust, Xue Meicheng's filthy heart and lungs!