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When Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu came back with Lord Bai, they were shocked by the messy room and Wang Xiaoming who seemed unconscious.

"Xiaoming, Xiaoming! Don't die!" Lu Xiaolu yelled with a swollen face, and turned Wang Xiaoming, who was face down on the street, over.

Zhong Yi stepped forward and checked Wang Xiaoming carefully.

"I fainted." Zhong Yi said.

Lu Xiaolu: "Oh, maybe that old Black Mountain demon still has accomplices."

Zhong Yi's face was not very good-looking, he just moved Wang Xiaoming to the bed, and began to frown and think.

"Wang Xiaoming is being targeted." Zhong Yi looked at Wang Xiaoming: "Is it because of the Pixiu eye?"

After all, Pixiu is not a mortal thing. If all kinds of ghosts and snakes can sense the aura of Pixiu on Wang Xiaoming, it is not surprising that they will come to him.

Zhong Yi blamed himself a little. This time, he was not careful enough. When he saw a wild animal coming to provoke him, he rushed up to teach her a lesson without even thinking about it. Since Wang Xiaoming got those eyes, he has been throwing up all the time, and there is no sign of changing in place. Zhong Yi also subconsciously thought that the effect of the Pixiu eyes was not as good as expected, so he was careless.

"But who could it be?" Lu Xiaolu frowned: "How could he know that Xiao Ming would be on the order... No, no."

"We didn't expect that Xiao Ming didn't follow." Lu Xiaolu scratched his head: "The old black mountain monster just couldn't catch it, and he couldn't help following after being provoked by her. I thought Xiao Ming was following behind all the time. Woolen cloth."

Lu Xiaolu didn't say anything later, but Zhong Yi obviously had the same thoughts as him.

"It's the same as going out." Zhong Yi said: "If Wang Xiaoming is targeted..."

Lu Xiaolu suddenly realized: "Then there is no need for Xiaoming to be alone. Even if the three of us chase out, the place outside is large and the night is dark, so it is easy to ambush each other. Or just lure you out, because I am an ordinary person, and Xiao Ming's fighting power won't increase much when he's together."

"They underestimated you." Zhong Yi said.

Lu Xiaolu smugly said, "That's right, I can't chant a curse through the wall, but as long as it's not a ghost, it's not a problem for that kind of old woman to come again."

Lu Xiaolu's physical fitness is very good. He used to be very good at both culture and sports. It would be a pity if it wasn't for his high scores in the exams. His father really wanted to send him to a sports school.

Tonight, Zhong Yi and Zhong Yi went to chase that wild cat-like old woman, and they ran for more than 20 minutes without being left behind.

Later, it was Zhong Yi who found out that Wang Xiaoming was not there, maybe he didn't come out at all, but when he stayed in the guest house alone, he ignored the danger of being discovered, so he cast a five-thunder oil pool curse, which was worthy of burning the old woman On one side of her face, the old woman wailed for a long time, and a long tail grew out from her back, her nails grew ten inches, and she was about to fight them desperately with a rotten face, but suddenly she turned her head and disappeared.

Zhong Yi was still wearing the slippers on his right foot, and Lu Xiaolu was almost blinded by the old woman scratching his eyes, so the two decided not to chase after him, but hurried back to the guest house.

The guest house closed in the middle of the night, and the two climbed up from the window the same way, and were startled by Wang Xiaoming rushing to the street as soon as they entered.

Zhong Yi carefully inspected Wang Xiaoming's canopy ruler, and Lu Xiaolu tried to repair the messy room, and found some wet and sticky marks on the window sill and the floor.

"What came?" Lu Xiaolu wiped the window sill with a paper towel.

Lord Bai was always furious, and refused to approach the window at all. Instead, he jumped on Wang Xiaoming and sat down on his chest. Zhong Yi drove him off again, and finally nestled beside Wang Xiaoming resentfully.

Zhong Yi didn't answer.

Lu Xiaolu turned his head, but saw Zhong Yi staring at Wang Xiaoming in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaolu ran over, "Has Xiao Ming foamed?"

Zhong Yi raised his foot and kicked: "No."

"Then what are you looking at?" Lu Xiaolu said, "Could it be that he is possessed?"

"No." Zhong Yi's expression was complicated: "I feel that the air is still there."

Lu Xiaolu: "???"

"He invited God." Zhong Yi said: "He...successful in summoning generals. He invited God Ruler King."

"What is that?" Wang Xiaoming blinked.

"The canopy ruler in your hand is one of the magical tools of the canopy of the upper Qing Dynasty to subdue demons." Zhong Yi said.

Maoshan technique and Luban technique are both spells, but there are some differences.

Luban also invites gods, but at first it uses the natural energy of mountains and rivers to achieve things that are difficult for one person to achieve. Later, it gradually evolved, and the boundaries gradually became blurred, and immortals were also invited to descend to the world.

The implementation of Maoshan technique is based on summoning from the beginning, using spells, pinching and stepping to control ghosts and gods. This is the core foundation of Taoism, and it is also something that Wang Dazhuang asked Wang Xiaoming to isolate.

And the blurred back that Wang Xiaoming saw at that time was the god invited by him, one of the gods in the Dafa of the Shangqing Canopy to Subdue Demons.

But the current situation seems to be a little different from what Zhong Yi understood.

There were still traces of the general's mana in the room, no matter what kind of monster came, it should be the general summoned by Wang Xiaoming.

It's just...compared with the indistinct divine power in the room, the one on Wang Xiaoming's body seems to be more obvious, which can also be seen from Lord Bai's behavior.

How is this going?

Could it be...

Zhong Yi unconsciously thought of that night in Wutong Mountain, after Wang Xiaoming stabbed Zhu Dianzi to death in the iron building, the inexplicable and graceful smile that turned around, made his eyebrows twitch.

And Pixiu also said, be very careful with Wang Xiaoming...

……No way.

Zhong Yi stared at the drowsy Wang Xiaoming, then shifted his gaze to the canopy ruler he was still holding tightly in his hand, combined with Wang Dazhuang's almost isolated raising method for Wang Xiaoming, he gradually deduced a conclusion.

"I don't know." Wang Xiaoming was a little at a loss: "I don't know that person, and I don't know how he appeared."

"That's not a human, but a general." Zhong Yi said, "You summoned him...forget it."

Zhong Yi said, throwing a stack of things to him: "Recite it for me before dark."

"What is this for?" Wang Xiaoming flipped through it, and found that it was full of unknown things.

"Theoretical knowledge." Zhong Yi said: "This is something that all practitioners of Taoism must familiarize themselves with at the beginning, including the names of the immortals and generals to be invited."

Heavenly generals perform their own duties, some kill evil spirits, some subdue birds and beasts, some control water and put out fires, and they must be memorized one by one so that they can be used to their full potential.

If Wang Xiaoming had come out in a critical situation at that time, it was not the God King of Protectors who accidentally hit and fell into the right place, but a god who cured diseases and saved people, who could only pull out poison and cure evil sores and evil spirits, then no matter how many magic weapons Wang Xiaoming had in hand, he would still be able to do so. To finish.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the few pages that Zhong Yi had printed out, and felt a bit of a headache: "This is not about taking a master's degree..." "This is already giving you some water. Haven't you already read some of it yourself? Otherwise, you wouldn't know how to read it." Summoning general spells." Zhong Yi said with a blank expression: "Time is tight, you can't let you learn from scratch, you can only hug your feet temporarily, let you familiarize yourself with the magic generals in Fumo Dafa. I don't have the real theory of Maoshan, otherwise You should read it through before you start learning this."

"My grandfather doesn't read those." Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi sneered: "That's because he didn't let you see it. Do you think that celestial masters don't need to learn to be gifted, and they can subdue demons with a mahogany sword? After being struck by lightning, the chances of suddenly opening up Ren Du's second channel are still high some."

Lu Xiaolu said: "But Xiao Ming is almost as good as being struck by lightning now."

Wang Xiaoming, who had no priesthood, was like a squib, and suddenly he was able to summon generals, which was equivalent to cheating.

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming: "You were just struck by lightning!"

"Maybe that's exactly the case." Zhong Yi said thoughtfully, "Taoism emphasizes pure heart, keeping spirit to control qi. You haven't studied it, and the qi in your body is stagnant..."

Wang Xiaoming: "Dirty?!"

"Then Paixiu gave you a pair of eyes, and you started to vomit." Zhong Yi suddenly said, "What you vomit out is the stale air accumulated over the years."

"I don't think it's anger." Wang Xiaoming said angrily: "They are all very real, and they can almost be traced back to the color of the cake I ate on Children's Day in the third grade of elementary school."

Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu looked at him with 'You are so disgusting' at the same time.

"It was you who started this topic." Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say vomit." Zhong Yi said.

"I didn't say anything either!"

"You said it." Lu Xiaolu said, "Although it has been slightly modified..."

Wang Xiaoming: "Shut up!"

"It should be said that you saw the general through the eyes of Pixiu at that time. It is a divine beast, and it can summon generals without training." Zhong Yi said, "What virtue and ability do you have? Such a thick golden finger."

"That's rough." Lu Xiaolu agreed.

Wang Xiaoming: "I tell you to shut up!"

Lu Xiaolu said: "You told me to shut up! I smashed you to death with money!"

Zhong Yi: "Shut up."

Lu Xiaolu and Wang Xiaoming laughed at the same time.

Zhong Yi said, "I'll beat you up."

The two stopped laughing immediately.

Lu Xiaolu is fine, Wang Xiaoming almost collapsed after inviting a general once, and slept hard until the next afternoon before waking up, even so, he was still sore and weak, he didn't even go out to eat, he lay on the bed moaning .

One was Lu Xiaolu, who lived together for four years, and the other was Zhong Yi, who had served him once. They both knew that Wang Xiaoming would go crazy when he felt uncomfortable, so they let him lie down.

On the contrary, Wang Xiaoming felt embarrassed lying down, and dawdled that he might as well set off today to find the ghost market.

Zhong Yi glanced at him: "Can you walk?"

There are many and rugged mountain roads in Guangxi, especially the ghost market they are looking for may be in such a desolate place. Wang Xiaoming looks like a ghost if he can walk.

Zhong Yi was not in a hurry at this moment, he stuffed Lord Bai into the bed to sleep with him, and sent Lu Xiaolu out to buy things, going back and forth several times.

On the other hand, Zhong Yi spread a piece of furniture on his own bed, fiddled behind Wang Xiaoming's back, and kept silent for a long time.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhong Yi's silent back, Wang Xiaoming felt a little bored, and turned his head to look out the window.

The room was made up, the window was ajar, and a pair of tiny brass scissors hung.

Wang Xiaoming looked at it, his body was still sore and tired, and finally he fell asleep in a daze.

Zhong Yi was twisting a hair-thin copper wire into a knot with tweezers, and tried it several times without success. Only then did he realize that the room had already darkened before he knew it.

Lu Xiaolu went to buy tools and hadn't come back yet, Zhong Yi stood up, feeling a little sore in his shoulders.

He glanced out the window, then at Wang Xiaoming who was still soundly asleep.

Turning on the light at this time might wake him up.

Zhong Yi thought for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes from his backpack, opened the door lightly and walked out.

In fact, the Luban School forbids students to smoke, but Zhong Yi often wanders outside alone, and now that his grandfather can't control him, it is inevitable that he will not take the rules seriously—to a certain extent, Wang Xiaoming is the same.

But he was not addicted to cigarettes. Standing at the end of the corridor, Zhong Yi hadn't finished his cigarette when he heard a sound from the door of the room.

A black shadow rushed out without a sound and headed straight for Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi flicked the cigarette ash, stretched out with one hand, and caught Master Bai who was covered in fur.

The door of that room was still ajar, and after a while, there was the sound of the curtain being gently drawn.

Zhong Yi casually stomped out the cigarette butt, patted Mr. Bai who was still frowning, and stared at the door with the corners of his mouth curled up.