I'm just a "little half fairy"

After nibbling a few more melon seeds, Aunt Zheng finally said, "That's it. A relative of my aunt has a daughter who just graduated from college. Although she is not tall, she looks pretty good."

Yan Ting had already expected what she was going to say, and poured her a cup of tea in advance.

She picked up the teacup and kept mossing: "The point is that he has his own house and car, so he doesn't have too many demands on the man. You are handsome, maybe he will fall in love with you at a glance..."

Yan Ting went in one ear and out the other, and occasionally responded with a word, while she herself spoke dryly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

Just when she was about to say "you can go and see me when you are free", Yan Ting suddenly pointed to her fruit stand and said, "Aunt Zheng, there are people coming from your shop!"

She hurriedly put down her teacup and stood up, and when she left, she did not forget to ask: "Auntie will send you a WeChat message tonight, you young people will chat with you first."

He doesn't have any thoughts about a partner now, he just understands that Aunt Zheng is also kind, so he only agrees with his mouth.

Ruan Lin stayed up late last night to catch up on the drama, and only got out of bed at noon.

Yan Ting started looking through ancient books after lunch, looking for examples of wandering spirits like Ruan Lin, but found nothing.

There was nothing important at the end of the day, a few customers came here and there, and it was getting dark again before I knew it.After thinking about it for a day, he couldn't figure out what to do with the puppet, so he temporarily put it in the Qiankun bag.

The Qiankun bag shrunk down to the size of a palm, it looked like an ordinary purse, but no matter how hard the puppet struggled, it couldn't escape.

Ruan Lin was still watching the live broadcast of the concert, she threw aside the Requiem Sutra that Yan Ting threw to her, and she said confidently, "Watching this is not as interesting as watching brothers dance."

Yan Ting said disdainfully: "I'm afraid you didn't die of a nympho in your last life."

But they all knew in their hearts that if they couldn't find the source of their resentment, it would be futile to recite the Requiem Sutra many times.

Just as he was about to pack up and close the door, he found a woman in a gray coat standing outside the door. Her face was a bit haggard, and she was staring at his light sign at the moment.

Seeing Yan Ting coming out, the woman pointed to the light board and asked, "How many ghosts can five hundred drive away?"

When Yan Ting heard this question for the first time, she couldn't help being curious: "How many do you need to drive?"

The woman calculated with her fingers, and said after a long time: "A group."

Yan Ting is a little speechless, who can meet a group of ghosts and stand here safe and sound?I'm afraid this person didn't come to make fun of him.

He said perfunctorily, "One is five hundred."

The woman frowned and kept muttering, "That's too expensive, too expensive..."

Yan Ting saw that she didn't look like she was pretending, so she asked again: "What kind of group are they?"

"Colorful."

Yan Ting: "..."

The woman said again: "Red, white, yellow... there are all kinds of colors, just floating in front of my window..."

Yan Ting observed her for a while, and asked her some basic questions. She couldn't help but feel strange—this woman has a normal horoscope, and she honestly hasn't caused any trouble recently. How could she provoke so many wandering spirits for no reason?

Or... a colorful wandering spirit?

The woman continued: "They still talked to me, saying that they were killed by traitors, and asked me to avenge them..."

This series of descriptions made Yan Ting feel very strange. He immediately left the woman's address and planned to go and have a look as soon as possible.

After the woman left, he ordered a takeaway box and had a makeshift meal. As soon as he put down the lunch box, Aunt Zheng came and knocked on the door again: "Xiao Yan, wechat is here for you!"

Yan Ting honestly added the girl, and promised Aunt Zheng that she would take the initiative to chat with her, but he had already made up the reason for breaking this "marriage".

He didn't have the habit of going to bed early, but he didn't rest after being woken up this morning, and he was sleepy after ten o'clock.Just as he was about to put down his book and take a shower, the phone in his pocket rang.

Yan Ting thought it was the girl introduced by Aunt Zheng who agreed to the friend application, picked it up and saw it was a message from Wang Yuan.

"Are you asleep? There is something important!"

Yan Ting was speechless, why did all the major events have to wait until night to happen?

He intends to come back tomorrow.

But after a while, the phone was turned on.

"What's the matter! My master wants to see you!"

"Your master?" Yan Ting was a little surprised, "Why?"

"You will know when you get here, pack up and come here!"

He hung up the phone with a "snap".

As expected of master and apprentice, they both like to order people around at night, so why not let them sleep peacefully?

"don't go"

Yan Ting just threw the phone aside after replying to the message, when the call came again.

"My master is flying away again tomorrow, so I want to see you by name today!"

"No time!"

The other side seems to be in a hurry: "Ghost, about ghosts, come quickly!"

Yan Ting was stunned for a moment. In his impression, these so-called "masters" only cared about how to make money, and never asked about other things. Why did his master care about these things?

Before clarifying the situation, Yan Ting still decided to be more cautious.

"I said, it's likely that I made a mistake..."

"It's not bad, you'll know when you come! Hurry up!"

Before Yan Ting could speak, Wang Yuan hurriedly hung up the phone.

He hesitated again and again, but in the end curiosity prevailed over caution.

He explained that Ruan Lin, who was watching the drama, was optimistic about the house, took his coat and set off.

According to Wang Yuan, his master is the No.20 third-generation successor of Yulingzong, but Yan Ting didn't take it seriously. After all, the so-called "masters" he had met all claimed to be the heir of Yulingzong.

But since he is so interested in ghost puppet, maybe there is something he doesn't know, so let's find out first.

As soon as he got off the bus, a black car stopped beside him. The driver in suit and leather shoes got out of the car and opened the door for him, and then returned to the driver's seat, without saying a word along the way.

The car stopped in front of a private villa, the driver opened the door and led Yan Ting to the yard.

Walking through a path shaded by green trees, Yan Ting entered a room with an open door, and was immediately shrouded in darkness.

The lights in the house were not turned on, only two rows of candles were lit, flickering faintly in the huge room.

"anyone there?"

A silence.

He felt very strange, but after hesitating for a moment, he still walked in along the candlelight.

The more he walked in, the fewer candles there were, and in the end, there was only one single candle left in front of him.

Suddenly, a strange wind blew from nowhere, and the poor candles were blown out, and the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, a strange fragrance came, and Yan Ting pinched his mouth and nose quickly. Although he didn't know what kind of fragrance it was, he knew it must be something bad.

At this moment, a cold and soft thing hung on his neck, slowly wriggling around his neck, like a poisonous snake, piercing his skin with pain like needles.

When the "snake" was swimming towards his collarbone, he endured the pain and did not tear it off. Instead, he closed his eyes, locked his breathing, and sat down cross-legged.

Yan Ting has learned all kinds of messy things from the ancient books in his grandfather's cabinet since he was a child, and Feng Qi is one of them.

He just did it for fun at first, but later found that he was really talented in it, so he practiced deliberately when he was free.Up to now, he can even hold his breath for ten minutes without moving.

The thing on the neck is still wriggling, and the pain has not diminished at all, but Yan Ting is trying to make himself calmer and calmer.He sat breathlessly without making any movement.

After an unknown period of time, the feeling on his neck disappeared. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and found that he was in a bright and spacious study room.

In the middle of the study there is a long table made of gold silk sandalwood, on which there are several fruit plates, and several landscape paintings are hung on the plain walls, and inkstones and wet calligraphy are placed on the tables under the paintings.

There was a sound of unhurried footsteps, and Yan Ting looked around, and saw a middle-aged man in a dark gray double-breasted gown. He had a long beard, black-rimmed glasses, and his white hair was pulled up at will. behind.

He looked at Yan Ting who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes narrowed, and after walking around Yan Ting twice, he finally spoke.

"I thought it was you who caught the puppet by mistake. Now it seems that you are really good at it."

Yan Ting stood up and looked at the person in front of her: "It's not easy for you to put on a eclipse array."

The man's eyes lit up, and then he laughed again: "Please sit down!"

Fragrance erosion array is an ancient formation, not many people know about it, even for those who know, it is difficult to find the extremely rare bone erosion flower as a spice, and the idea of ​​incense array is even less known.

After Yan Ting sat down, the man spoke again: "To unravel the incense array, you need to exercise the exercises. Your meditation method is very novel. It must be a trick in the sect?"

Yan Ting was slightly taken aback, and seemed to understand what he meant by the "sect".

Because this strange array and the method of dissolving the array all came from the Spirit Controlling Sect.

Yu Lingzong has been thousands of years ago, developed dozens of sects, experienced many times of prosperity and decline, and almost lost its inheritance during the war more than 100 years ago.

But it is rumored that one sect has survived and is hidden in the market, but no one has actually seen it.

Now the Spirit Controlling Sect only appears in people's rumors, and those who often mention it are only those who want to use the name of the Spirit Controlling Sect to cheat.Looking at it now, does the Spirit Controlling Sect really exist?

Yan Ting thought about it, but didn't ask directly, only said: "I figured it out by myself."

He was telling the truth, but the person in front of him showed an unbelievable expression, but then eased down.

"Don't worry, although the Guishui Sect is only a branch, the ancestors are actually members of the Spirit Controlling Sect. Anyway, we can be considered as one."

He seemed to believe that Yan Ting must have a mentor, and wanted to test him, but Yan Ting was only seeking truth from facts, so he was not moved by his words.

Wang Puhe had been watching Yan Ting's expression when he was talking. He knew that Yan Ting was so young but had such skill, and he had already identified him as an excellent disciple in Yulingzong.

A side branch of the Guishui faction is close to them, and the other party may be very disdainful.

But the young man on the opposite side just nodded slightly after hearing what he said, his expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't care at all.

Wang Puhe was really a little strange, but he couldn't figure out what Yan Ting was thinking for a moment. Since he didn't want to say it, he couldn't force him to ask, so he had to ask Yan Ting to sit down and explain why he was invited.