Ghost of Rebirth

, for only one result. "

Zhang Nanchen's scalp was numb and his hair was standing on his head. He almost went crazy: "I can't understand a word of what you are talking about! Also, don't call me Master, I can't bear it, please!"

Ji Ying pressed Zhang Nanchen's shoulders to prevent him from getting too excited, and Pingsong poked his head out from behind the curtain, watching Zhang Nanchen jumping up and down in the inner room alone like a god.

The old man was unmoved, and laughed a few times with his mouth open, shaking his head while laughing: "The disciple has survived until now with a drop of master's hard work. Today, master will take it back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little white fox immediately wailed piteously, and crawled into the old man's arms desperately on all fours.

The fox's claws were very sharp, scratching so hard that the clothes on the old man's chest were ripped apart in a few strokes.

Immediately, the stench became more intense, and Zhang Nanchen was about to vomit almost immediately.

I saw that the old man's body wrapped in clothes had long since festered, and his skin and flesh had turned a deep purple to black color, and that strong corpse smell came from his body.

"90 years ago, my disciple was trying to protect Bai Tuan'er through the catastrophe. He was struck by lightning and almost lost his soul. Fortunately, my body was not destroyed. You used a drop of hard work to help me solidify my soul. When the city fell in the 27th year of the Republic of China, you again I entrusted this object to me for safekeeping, but it never came back. Disciple Yangshou was only 88 years old, and for the next 23 years, I relied on Bai Tuaner to renew my life to keep my body alive. The lights are exhausted. The time has come today, this thing should be returned to its original owner, so the disciple can go on the road with peace of mind." The old man spoke word by word, although his voice was not loud, but his words were very clear, "Master, please take back your painstaking effort and send it to me. Disciple's last journey."

Zhang Nanchen was stunned by the series of painstaking efforts, his head was muddled by this and that, and he woke up after hearing what the old man said to send him on the road. He looked at the old man's chest in disbelief.

The flesh and blood on the old man's chest was almost festered, and the bones were visible, and a little scarlet was attached to the weakly heaving heart, and there were countless black mist as thin as silk threads circling around it, and it was as thin as a thread.

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"You... What kind of monster are you..." Zhang Nanchen suddenly felt his body turn cold, and unconsciously asked what was on his mind.

Dead people bent over by the red dots and black mist will turn into zombies with only the instinct of devouring. What will the living people become if they are possessed?

"It's a zombie!" Ping Song, who had been paying attention to what was going on inside, suddenly rushed to the inner room, and with a movement of his wrist, the Seven Star Sword pointed directly at the old man's forehead.

"You said it was my blood that made you like this?" Zhang Nanchen took a big step forward, grabbed the old man's arm and shouted loudly.

Of course the old man didn't have the strength to resist, but the little white fox swung its two front paws and grabbed Zhang Nanchen's hand. Ji Ying, who had been watching Zhang Nanchen, stopped him with a sword.

The little fox's sharp claws were blocked by the scabbard of the Yanhua sword, and the crisp sound of "thump" woke Zhang Nanchen up with a jolt.

What a joke, he is not the old man's master, so he doesn't need to care about the nonsense that a drop of effort can turn a living person into a zombie.

But what about that vague sense of familiarity?Why did he feel that what the old man said should be the truth?

"Enough! I brought this fox demon to see you, just to say goodbye to your master and servant. Since there is nothing else to say, you monster will kill you." Pin Song stared at the old man with a straight face, There was no smile on his face, "As for this little fox, he can go back wherever he came from, and God will punish you."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the little white fox unceremoniously, and pressed it towards the old man's eyebrows with one hand.

There is a white light hidden in the palm of Pingsong, under this pressure the old man's soul should come out of his body and return to the underworld, leaving only a corpse to die naturally.

However, Ping Song's palm was firmly pressed, but the old man didn't react at all, instead he said with a smile: "Master Ping Song, I have already lived enough, this drop of painstaking effort needs to be taken back by Master." He said, turning his head Zhang Nanchen, "Master, you have forgotten the past, and if you have the opportunity in the future, you will remember who I am. You only need to give me your hand, and you can verify the truth of what the disciple said."

Zhang Nanchen looked at him in surprise, then turned to look at Ji Ying, who also looked at him with burning eyes.

With Ping Song's cultivation base, a palm with all his strength can't make the old man fall to death, there is indeed a problem.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Nanchen finally stretched out his hand slowly, and was grabbed by the old man, sticking it to his own rotten chest.

As soon as his hand was close to the old man, the little white fox began to scream, struggling and writhing in the air like a dying beast, like a baby weeping.

Although Zhang Nanchen couldn't bear it, this kind of monster must not stay in the world.If Ji Ying knew he was a zombie and didn't subdue him, it would be detrimental to Yin's morality. Even for Ji Ying, he had to take a risk.

Zhang Nanchen was held by the old man, first his five fingers touched the rotten flesh on his chest, and finally the whole palm was pressed tightly, and he felt a bone-chilling chill coming from his right hand, which made Zhang Nanchen shiver.

After he put all his hands on it, he saw the black mist that was originally attached to the heart wrap around Zhang Nanchen's fingertips at an extremely slow speed, and gradually separated from the old man's body with a little scarlet at the end.

The black mist became tighter and tighter, and the old man's body became colder and colder. Zhang Nanchen could feel the body under his hand was slowly becoming stiff, and his heart, which was still fluctuating slightly, gradually stopped beating.

The smile on the old man's face did not change, but the originally yellow and turbid eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of white mist. The pupils changed from brown to bluish white, and the misty bluish white became thicker and thicker. When the point was completely separated from the body, the old man's eyes were completely frozen like a plaster cast, and then the bluish-white color spread all over his body, covering the old man's entire body.

The howling of the little white fox also gradually stopped with the death of the old man, only the cloud of black mist and the scarlet dot wrapped around Zhang Nanchen's hands, and the fluorescent lights that flickered on and off seemed like the continuation of life.

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

A few crisp sounds suddenly sounded, but it was Ji Ying who shook the soul-calling bell. The black mist wrapped around Zhang Nanchen's hand immediately heard the sound and floated away from the center of the bell, and finally all the red dots trailing its tail were sucked in by the soul-calling bell.

Zhang Nanchen put down his stiffly raised hands, looked at the completely dead and harmless old man in front of him, his mind went blank.

Just like this, he sucked out the so-called "a drop of effort" with only one hand?And this old man died peacefully and completely without any regrets.

Zhang Nanchen couldn't figure out what had happened to him. Since returning from the corpse, his head was filled with doubts one after another, and he couldn't figure it out.

Seeing this, Ji Ying hugged him by the shoulders, and took him into her arms.

Pingsong went forward to check the old man's body with a sullen face, and after confirming that it was harmless, he even took out a mobile phone from the pocket of his pants covered by the yellow robe, and dialed directly: "Hello, is this the funeral parlor in city A, someone is returning here Come on, come and pull it?"

Ping Song put away his bluffing outfit, and sat down on the bed. The little white fox seemed to be overly sad, and crawled to the side of the old man's corpse without moving.

"When? Come right away. Hey, the weather is too hot to stand up. Hurry up."

Ping Song finished the phone call.He then took out an envelope from the yellow rucksack he was carrying, and took out a stack of pink bills. He picked up the little white fox's paw and pressed it down: "You little fox, watch over him and wait for the funeral home to come."

After finishing these things, he took off the black hat on his head and the yellow robe on his body, revealing a white light silk Tang suit.

After folding the changed clothes and putting them in the rucksack, Pinsong realized that Ji Ying and Zhang Nanchen were still staring at him, so he chuckled: "What are you looking at, the work is done, go home from get off work."

"But—" Zhang Nanchen looked at Pingsong, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Don't worry about it, where should I go back? Tomorrow I have to clean up that thing on Nanling Mountain." Pingsong walked out of the coffin shop with splayed steps, Zhang Nanchen pulled Ji Ying and chased after him, "Ji Ying, you are talented. Although it is tall, it is a pity that no one has taught it well, so far it is only a half-baked guy, a mere sky fox can't handle it, it's a pity, a pity."

Ji Ying's face became more and more serious, she turned her face and lowered her eyes in silence.

On the contrary, Zhang Nanchen thought there was something to be done, so he chased after him and said to Pingsong, "Can senior give me some pointers?"

Pingsong stopped, turned around and smiled: "He is your master, the master is not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry for?"

Zhang Nanchen could only smile embarrassingly.

Pingsong didn't make things difficult for him either: "The Ji family's practice method is very different from my Changchun view. The old man is also powerless, and he has to slowly comprehend it by himself." He said, and began to recruit Zhang Nanchen again, "It's you, although Now the mana is a bit low, but there is still time to start from the beginning, do you want to think about it?"

Seeing his sinister smile, Zhang Nanchen hurriedly took a step back.

But Ji Ying stepped forward and said: "Don't worry about the seniors, the juniors will teach them strictly."

Ping Song didn't continue to lobby. He stroked the goat and smiled and said, "I didn't save you by chance. A fat man with an extremely shady physique found the old man, and the old man calculated it with his fingers, and figured out that you were trapped in Renshou Lane by Tianhu. Just in time."

Zhang Nanchen wanted to ask other questions, but Ping Song had already walked away, so he could only give up.

Watching Pingsong drift away until he was out of sight, Zhang Nanchen suddenly relaxed, and only then did he feel pain in his muscles, bones and joints, and his temples were throbbing.

"Nan Chen, let's go back." Ji Ying walked to him and whispered.

"Oh." Zhang Nanchen responded, and looked back at the nameless coffin shop, but saw nothing.

The two walked side by side towards the entrance of the alley, and the gradually westward sunlight shone on them, dragging two long shadows on the street full of paper dust.

"I don't know if the car is still there after so many days?"

After leaving the alley, Zhang Nanchen looked left and right to find the red cheetah they parked not far from the alley a few days ago.

"It must be there."

Ji Ying walked a step behind him, and looked at Zhang Nanchen's non-stop look, which was exactly the same as the little uncle that he remembered deeply in his heart since he was a child.

Finally back, his little uncle.

Ji Ying couldn't help smiling, squinting to look at his back, his sword eyebrows stretched, and his heart was filled with peace of mind that he had never had before.

Zhang Nanchen had already found the place where he parked that day, but he only saw an open space, where there was still the shadow of that flamboyant red cheetah.

"Where's the car?!" Zhang Nanchen wailed, that's his heart, bastard, why is it gone!

"It was towed away." The middle-aged woman from the commissary who took their tip to help watch the car temporarily came over, eating sunflower seeds, "I said what's the matter with you, I agreed to watch it for two hours, but it didn't work until the evening." I came to get the car, but I was pulled away by the traffic police early in the morning the next morning, here is the ticket, take it." The middle-aged woman handed Zhang Nanchen a crumpled penalty ticket, "I still need 120 yuan for parking, hurry up Give money."

Looking at the trailer, Zhang Nanchen's nose was about to crooked: "Where is the traffic police on this small road in the residential area? Why are you towing my car?"

"You don't know that our place is under martial law these days. Several vehicles have been towed away. The police said that all vehicles with unknown origins and unclaimed vehicles will be towed away, and none will be kept." The middle-aged woman spat out two slices of melon seeds, "Stop talking nonsense and give me money."

Zhang Nanchen could only admit that he was unlucky. After putting away the trailer slip, he began to dig out his pocket: "Why is martial law?"

He fumbled for money while talking.

"You don't know, there are more than a dozen boys missing from University A. It was written in the newspapers, but they haven't been found yet." The middle-aged woman said, "It's just right, there is no need to look for them."

She collected the money and went into the canteen, obviously not thinking of having a deep chat with Zhang Nanchen.

"Oh, forget about this!" Zhang Nanchen slapped his head, grabbed Ji Ying and said, "I forgot to find that vixen important person!"

Ji Ying looked at his widened eyes because of anxiety, and wanted to reach out to touch him, but she still endured it, and just said two words lightly: "Call the police."

"Yes, let the police look for it." Zhang Nanchen turned around and entered the canteen, "Sister, make a phone call."

He hasn't forgotten the revenge of being betrayed by the police to the school security department.

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When they returned to the male dormitory building in Guiyuan, it was already past four in the afternoon. Zhang Nanchen suddenly felt hungry when he got on the bus. The two simply found a restaurant outside the campus and ordered Chinese food. In the dormitory, they are one step ahead.

The door of the dormitory is closed tightly, and the key they carried with them has long been lost in nowhere. Ji Ying can't even find the car key, so she can only choose to knock on the door to try her luck. key.

After knocking twice, Zhang Nanchen heard an impatient roar from inside: "Who the hell is knocking on the door?"

In the next second, the bedroom door was pulled open vigorously, revealing Fatty's menacing but unspeakably tired face.

Zhang Nanchen's ears were numb from the loud sound of the door hitting the wall, and then his chest felt tight, and he was completely strangled into his arms by Qian Sier.

"Nanchen, where did you go, you bastard, I'm so anxious!" The fat man yelled and cursed, patting and hitting Zhang Nanchen with his fat hands, "You have been missing for five days, and I am so anxious to call the police , that group of scumbags said that there are too many missing men in University A, buddy, I..."

As he spoke, his voice was a little choked up.

Zhang Nanchen's bones were about to be strangled by him, and he struggled to break free before honestly admitting his mistake while coughing: "I'm fine, I just went out to investigate the case with Senior Brother Ji, look, isn't this good?"

He opened his arms exaggeratedly, turned around in front of the fat man, and smiled flatteringly like a chrysanthemum.

"It's fine!" Fatty also recovered from the initial surprise and gave him a bear hug again, then turned his head and said to Ji Ying, "Senior Brother Ji, you are not doing this properly. Abducted and ran away without saying hello, there are more than a dozen people missing from the engineering department, which scared me, fourth master, here, look, these dark circles, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I have lost a lot of weight It weighs..."

The fat man babbled endlessly, but Ji Ying didn't explain, and even said "be careful in the future" with a very good attitude, Zhang Nanchen was so surprised that he almost choked on his saliva.

The three of them "reunited after a long absence", and the fat man insisted on reporting the situation of the past few days, but Zhang Nanchen was extremely tired, so he asked him to stop and take a hot bath to relax first.

Ji Ying's clothes were also very dirty, so the two of them went to the water room to take a bath, and arranged for the fat man to wait for the restaurant to bring the dinner in the dormitory.

This big meal finally calmed down the grievances accumulated by the fat man for five days, and after eating and drinking, he picked the most important things that happened in the past few days.

It turned out that Daoist Pingsong didn't appear out of thin air. Ji Ying guessed right. He just sensed that the four-element formation he had set up was intruded by outsiders and hurried back to University A. It happened that the school sent people to look for the contractor everywhere. He confessed that he was an old man who appeared during the renovation of Teaching Eleventh, so when Pingsong appeared in University A, he was targeted by the security guards, and that's why the fat man hooked up with him.

Ji Ying and Zhang Nanchen were trapped by Tianhu in Renshou Lane for nearly five days. During this period, the number of missing boys from the Faculty of Engineering of University A continued to increase, causing panic. Finally, they were exposed by unannounced reporters, and the Public Security Bureau paid attention to it. A large-scale search was conducted, but there was still no clue.

It's strange if there are clues, Tianhu was able to trap him and Jiying for five days, and the dozen or so boys who don't understand the law at all must be hidden in some small corner.Now that its benefactor has returned to the underworld, it is useless to keep those people, and it is estimated that they will be released soon.

The past few days have been uneventful in Teaching Eleven, and there have been no more homicide cases.Thanks to the disappearance case of the Faculty of Engineering, the monitoring of the three girls in the outer courtyard of the school has been loosened a lot. They can go out for self-study and meals freely, but they still need to be accompanied by Fatty.

Hearing that everything is going well on Jiaoxi, Zhang Nanchen is a little relieved, but the resentment on Nanling Mountain has not been resolved, and it is always a hidden danger.To solve this problem, we still have to go to Ping Song.

"Then do you have Senior Pingsong's phone number?" Zhang Nanchen walked around the dormitory to digest food, remembering that he forgot to leave his contact information, so he asked this question.

"He doesn't have a mobile phone, so he can only be contacted by landline." The fat man rubbed his stomach and said, "The old man is easy to find. As long as it doesn't rain, he will squat at the gate of Changchun Temple to tell fortunes. I heard that the business is pretty good."

"Then we'll go find him tomorrow. We can't delay this matter." Zhang Nanchen rubbed his head, remembering what the coffin shop keeper had said to him before he died, feeling depressed for a while.

The three discussed the case, and the fat man wanted to go to the Internet cafe to play games, but was stopped by Zhang Nanchen, and he slumped on the chair and chatted with Xiaoxue through text messages.

Ji Ying went to Guiyuan playground for evening class after a short rest. Zhang Nanchen was not with him, but stared at the mobile phone he had thrown in the dormitory, ready to move.

During the five days that they were trapped in Renshou Lane, neither of their mobile phones rang, and after returning to the dormitory, they were all quiet, as if Fatty and other people called and texted them in a closed space created by Tianhu It was like being swallowed.

The fat man texted Xiaoxue so happily that he didn't pay attention to Zhang Nanchen's movements at all, so he boldly took Jiying's mobile phone to check the recent calls and text messages.

Sure enough, both Wang Nan and Zhao Rui sent Ji Ying a text message to greet Ji Ying, probably through the fat man who knew that they had returned safely.

Replying to Zhao Rui's text message as usual, and then destroying the evidence, Zhang Nanchen was hurrying to press the keyboard, when suddenly the phone in his hand vibrated "buzzing", which shocked him greatly.

Glancing at the screen, the caller showed a manager from a certain department. It seemed that someone from a software company was looking for the big boss, Ji Ying.

Fearing that it was urgent, Zhang Nanchen picked up the phone without much hesitation, and told the other party that he would call back in a few minutes, while he took his mobile phone and went to the Guiyuan playground to find Ji Ying.

When he arrived at the playground, Ji Ying was jogging, and Zhang Nanchen caught up with him, but he was too embarrassed to eavesdrop, so he went back to the dormitory after a few gossips.

Back in the dormitory, Zhang Nanchen turned on the computer and went online. QQ was automatically logged in. As soon as he went online, he saw Nanchen's classmate's claws frantically hitting him. Then he remembered that the novel that he promised to update on time hadn't been updated for five days.

In the south of the water: I will update it immediately, and I can only go online now because of an accident!

Crazy Paws: Hurry up, Hurry up, the editor-in-chief will blacklist you if you don’t update! ! !

Zhang Nanchen obediently updated the five-day weight, and then took a screenshot to show the paw, and the other party sent a word "good" contentedly, and quietly disappeared.

Going on like this is not an option, and it is too troublesome to update the Internet regularly every day.

Zhang Nanchen clicked into Nanchen's background, found the page where new chapters were published, looked for the function of the manuscript box that he had scanned before, and simply uploaded all Nanchen's saved manuscripts, and then set the time, and he could sit back and relax.

It took more than half an hour to upload more than 100 chapters and hundreds of thousands of words of manuscripts. Zhang Nanchen finished all these before going to tap his paws.

In the South of the Water: I have finished writing this serialized book, and the subsequent manuscripts are all in the manuscript box, which can be updated on time in the future.

Crazy Claw: Nannan, you are so good, come and hug~~~

In the south of the water: I will graduate in one month and I will work soon. I will not write any more in the future. Thank you for your care during this time O(n_n)O

It took Zhang Nanchen 5 minutes to complete this simple sentence, and finally added a nasty smiley emoji before sending it, and then waited for the claws to go crazy, go crazy, and bombarded with words.

Who knows, a few minutes passed, but the chat box quietly did not respond at all.Zhang Nanchen scratched his head and reposted it again, but Crazy Claw didn't reply, but the editor-in-chief added not long ago knocked him.

Utan Boruo: I heard you want to seal your pen?

In the south of the water: Well, it's not a big deal, it's just writing for the Internet, it's not that serious...

Utan Boruo: Anyway, please think again.

South of the Water:  …

Utan Boruo: I won't bother you, goodbye.

South of the Water: ... goodbye.

What is this feeling of guilt that seems to owe someone a large sum of money and has not paid it back?

Zhang Nanchen looked at the chat box that was no longer beating, and remembered that the child begged himself to update him when he recalled Nanchen's soul, so he felt a little guilty.

After the fat man sent the text message, he smiled all over his face. He stood up and bumped Zhang Nanchen's shoulder and said, "Nanchen, buddy, the money from selling the account has arrived. When will we go to the computer city to have a look?"

"What are you doing there? You want to buy a computer?" Zhang Nanchen still didn't realize it.

"Nan Chen, you've been missing for a few days, and you haven't lost your memory, right?" The fat man became displeased, "Didn't I agree to help you buy a new computer? You've been using this computer for four years. Turn it on." Each web page takes 2 minutes, like cultural relics unearthed in a tomb."

"I have money, so why do I need your support?" Zhang Nanchen said sullenly, moving the mouse to turn off the computer.

"You have a lot of money, and you can just fill your stomach by working hard every day. After going out to live by yourself, the first thing is to rent a house, which is a lot of money." The fat man dragged the chair to his side and sat down. Come down and chatter away, "Although it depends on the eyes of the old man and the old woman, I can still go home and work without worrying about it. I can't spend much money. You are alone and helpless. If the fourth master does not support you, who will Supporting you? After all, Senior Brother Ji seems to have a little bit of interest in you, and I have to worry about you being coy like a bitch. "

The fat man patted Zhang Nanchen on the shoulder hard, and said earnestly: "The computer is your livelihood tool. My buddy can help you replace it with a better one, and you can earn more money. If you are far away from now on, you won't be able to take care of it."

What Qian Sier said was affectionate, righteous and well-founded. Zhang Nanchen was quite moved when he heard it. He turned around and punched the fat man, and said with a smile, "You're a bitch."

"Then it's settled. I'll go to the Computer City to watch computers tomorrow. Anyway, you're going to visit Changchun, so let's drop by." The fat man grinned, with a treacherous expression on his face, "By the way, call Xiaoxue out for reference, you and Senior Brother Ji Go find that Pingsong, let’s go to the computer city and it’s a date.”

"It's really wretched." Zhang Nanchen rolled his eyes at him.

"If you are not obscene, you are in vain for a young man. Who is obscene? I am obscene..." The fat man twisted his fat butt and continued to send text messages, leaving Zhang Nanchen alone at the table in a daze.

After dawdling until it was time to turn off the lights, the fat man quickly finished his shower, and went to bed with his phone in his arms to send a text message.Seeing that Ji Ying hadn't come back yet, Zhang Nanchen was about to go out to call for someone. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the dorm aunt chasing Ji Ying and scolding: "Come back early next time, or you won't be able to enter after closing the door!"

"I'm sorry." Ji Ying was a little out of breath after running all the way back, she nodded and apologized to the dormitory aunt, and just turned around to see Zhang Nanchen standing at the door looking at him.

"Are you waiting for me?" His lips were slightly curved, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Yeah, why is it so late?" Zhang Nanchen pulled Ji Ying into the dormitory, watched the housekeeper's aunt enter the duty room, and then whispered, "Don't listen to her, when you come back late, you will shake the door hard, and I will never let you sleep outside Bar."

"There is something wrong with the company." Ji Ying took off the jumper, and took out the Yanhua Sword and Soul Calling Bell that were in the big pocket and put them on the table.

"Is that resolved?" Zhang Nanchen pretended to be inadvertent and tried to obtain the company's latest information.

After all, he founded it all by himself, and it is a lie to say that he doesn't care.

"No." Ji Ying was ready to put the clothes and bath products to be changed into a plastic bucket and carried them in her hands, "I plan to open a branch company, and the plan is still being revised."

"Branch?" Zhang Nanchen's eyes lit up, "That's why we're recruiting, that's great."

He was still worrying about his employment problem before, but his company offered so many jobs. It's a pity that he, the boss, can't be counted on.

"Yes. By the way, you give me the trailer." Ji Ying opened the bedroom door and walked out, "You wash your mouth and hands first, and wait for me on the bed."

"On the bed?" Hearing this, he took out the thin slip and put it in Ji Ying's hands. Zhang Nanchen went in without knowing it, and immediately thought of the impure place. He glanced guiltyly at the fat man who suddenly stopped pressing the keyboard, " Do... why?"

"Shuangxiu." Ji Ying threw out these two words flatly, and the bedroom door was closed silently.

As soon as he went out, Fatty couldn't wait to get up and looked at Zhang Nanchen: "Nanchen, what double cultivation, why did you hear something different, huh?"

"Sleep with you!" Zhang Nanchen blushed, pretending to growl calmly, "No, send you a text message!"

It turns out that the fat man's hearing is definitely a problem.The double cultivation that Ji Ying refers to means that two people sit on the bed and meditate facing each other, except that the palms of each other must be pressed together. People are united as one, spiritual power blends and benefits each other.

Zhang Nanchen was not used to it at the beginning, but later he was forced by the pure and abundant spiritual power sent into his body by Ji Ying, so he had to calm down, hold his breath and breath out wholeheartedly, and practice the spirit snake-style mental method of "Dzogchen Gong" , to digest the sudden surge of spiritual power in the body.

After the spiritual power circulated like this for a whole week, Zhang Nanchen's lower abdomen was already burning like fire, and he was sweating profusely. He could smell a faint sweaty smell from his nose, which was coming from himself.

When the warm current returned to his dantian, Zhang Nanchen slowly opened his eyes, and was about to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly he was sucked by Ji Ying's palm, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He thought of the first time Ji Ying taught him the skills, and it was obvious that his spiritual power was not enough to last until the second Zhou Tian, ​​and he couldn't help becoming anxious: "Senior Brother Ji, stop!"

"It doesn't matter." Ji Ying was also looking at him, but the warm current of spiritual power in his body didn't stop, and it flowed into Zhang Nanchen's body again, "I have a measure."

Dealing with the resentment on Nanling Mountain is really dangerous, Zhang Nanchen's mana is too low, and teaching him the skills is the best choice to increase his mana in a short time.

The spiritual power in Ji Ying's body was constantly circulating, so Zhang Nanchen had to close his eyes again to absorb the spiritual power urged by the other party.

As time went by, he sweated more and more, his hair was soaked, and the smell became stronger.

Contrary to him, Ji Ying not only didn't sweat, but also exuded a faint fragrance of cold.

Fatty first peeked at the two of them meditating facing each other like in a martial arts novel, but later found that the two of them were motionless for more than ten minutes, and gradually became sleepy. He yawned and said good night to Xiaoxue Then fell asleep.

This time, the second week of the spiritual power operation was much more difficult than the first time. Ji Ying seemed to have other purposes, leading the warm current to stop at Zhang Nanchen who was prone to stagnation and pain after absorbing spiritual power from the outside world. orifice.

Zhang Nanchen could feel the flow of spiritual power in his body continuously rushing through the meridians, circling several times at the place that was prone to stagnation until it expanded.

There will be a faint pain when expanding the meridian, but it is not serious, so Zhang Nanchen didn't stop it, and still let Ji Ying do whatever he wanted.

When the second week of work was completed and the spiritual power returned to the dantian, the burning feeling in Zhang Nanchen's lower abdomen became significantly weaker, and the profuse sweating situation also eased a lot, and his whole body became warmer than before. It would be much better to be roasted.

I don't know how long the teaching lasted. When Zhang Nanchen opened his eyes, he saw that the sky outside the window had changed from dark blue to slightly blue, and there were one or two faint stars. It was obvious that the sun was about to rise and the sky in the east was bright. .

Although he didn't sleep all night, Zhang Nanchen didn't feel tired. Instead, he was full of energy and felt hot all over. He could run 5000 meters when he got out of bed.

"Xiaoxue... um... hoo..." The fat man didn't know what kind of dream he was having, so he turned over while talking in his sleep.

Zhang Nanchen glanced at him to make sure that the fat man was not awake, and then asked Ji Ying in a low voice: "Do you want to sleep? There is still time for us to leave at eight o'clock. You can rest for more than two hours."

Ji Ying's face was not as pale as the first time, but she still showed a bit of fatigue, she snorted softly and fell asleep.

Zhang Nanchen didn't bother him anymore, and gently climbed out of bed, helped Jiying cover the thin blanket, and planned to go to the morning exercise first, and bring breakfast for the two in the dormitory by the way.

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The long-renowned Taoist resort, Changchun Temple, is one of the important tourist attractions in City A. During the peak season, there are many tourists, and the number of believers who come to worship at ordinary times is extremely large. Therefore, there is a business at the entrance of Changchun Temple that is the most prosperous.

I saw an old man in a yellow robe with a high bun, his beard and hair all gray, holding the plain hand of a young woman, closing his eyes and meditating.

There is a cloth banner on the left and right sides of the old Taoist. The left handwriting reads "Penetrate Yin and Yang, and the iron mouth breaks straight away", and the right handwriting reads "No money is not allowed". Seeing this, Ji Ying, Zhang Nanchen and a group of people broke out in cold sweat.

Qian Sier and Xiaoxue were looking through a stack of leaflets from the computer. The tone of the two of them was very familiar, and they would discuss with Zhang Nanchen from time to time.

Fatty took a fancy to a new middle-class student notebook, and Xiaoxue also said it was good, insisting that Zhang Nanchen buy this one.Zhang Nanchen insisted on paying by himself, pointing to the flyer of a low-end brand that was so crumpled by the fat man that he didn't even intend to consider it, and said: "If you want me to buy this one, it's only more than 2000, and the configuration is okay. If you don't, just open one." Office software? It’s enough.”

He thinks that if he uses it for himself, he mainly writes programs. The configuration does not need to be too high, the CPU and memory are sufficient, and the stability and compatibility of the INTEL platform are enough. .

"How can it be done? It's agreed that buddy will give you a laptop, and all the equipment is sold, so don't take it away." The fat man said carelessly, "Take it as your graduation gift, and if you say it in the future, you will be a great writer. Use that Badge, shame on you."

He snorted through his nose, and pulled Xiaoxue to continue studying the leaflet.

Zhang Nanchen could only watch the two of them stare blankly, but Ji Ying stretched out her hand and took out a leaflet and asked softly, "Do you want to change the computer?"

"Uh, sort of." Zhang Nanchen couldn't say it was the fat man's wishful thinking, so he nodded in embarrassment.

"Oh." Ji Ying stuffed the promotional leaflet of the high-end computer brand made in Germany into the large breast pocket, and pointed to Pinsong, "It seems that the calculation is over."

"Why don't you hurry over there!" Zhang Nanchen hurriedly rushed over, pushing away the mother and daughter who were still surrounding Pingsong who was thankful, "Senior Pingsong, we met yesterday."

Pinsong twirled his goatee and ignored Zhang Nanchen, and said slowly to the beaming middle-aged aunt, "This time I'm going west to Italy, remember to prepare more red clothes for your daughter, pink is the best..."

As he spoke, he glanced at him, slightly raised his other hand resting on his knee a few centimeters, and then lowered it.

It was obviously not the first time for the middle-aged aunt to come here, and she took out a yellow kraft paper envelope and stuffed it into Pingsong's hand with a very winking look: "Thank you, master, for your kind words."

"It's easy to say." Hirasong's expression did not change, and the action of stuffing the envelope into the rucksack was quite skillful.

"Senior Pingsong, we came here for..." Zhang Nanchen was not discouraged, and continued to talk after Pingsong, but was interrupted by his palm.

"My little brother, this old man wants to support his family and earn some hard money. You see, the weather just happens to be crowded with pilgrims, so we can't let the time go." Ping Song raised his hand and stuffed Zhang Nanchen's next words into his stomach. , "Furthermore, the money spent yesterday has not been paid back. This old man can't always trade at a loss. Please let me go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Nanchen was greeted by an impatient person behind him.