stop for me

98

At night, everything is silent.

Huang Shang, who was surrounded by yellow soul power slowly entering his body, opened his eyes, looked at Wang Mumu who was lying sprawled on the bed with the little dinosaur hugged, walked over and touched his face, with an imperceptible gentle smile on his mouth.

He feels very good now, or he has been in a good mood since he found his talisman.

In that illusion, Huang Shang felt that familiar soul power. He always thought that his soul power should have dissipated. There is no fairy bone anymore, no matter how powerful my own soul power is, I can't use it now...

Huang Shang looked down at his body that had just entered the second acupoint after taking so many pills, sighed, and jumped out of the window.

Zhengyuezong Wanbao Pavilion.

In the pitch blackness, a ring suddenly shone with light golden soul power, and the original gray surface of the inlaid space gem seemed to have been re-tempered, and the green was extremely eye-catching.

The reason why Huang Shang wants to re-enter the Zhengyue Sect is to see how much of the things he used in his previous life is left. Now he is like a wolf full of trauma. No matter what, he can't forget the despair of his previous life. The terrified expressions of the familiar cultivators after knowing that he is an inscription master, reliving it again, when he realized that if he still didn't know how to hold back his edge like the previous life, he would repeat that tragedy sooner or later.

Huang Shang walked in the darkness in the strong wind, tapped the eaves with his toes and left immediately, leaving only a phantom.

He rubbed his thumb and middle finger lightly, as if reminiscing the feeling of touching Wang Mumu before his fingertips.

He has something to protect.

You must have enough strength, even if you die, you must drag those who will hurt Wang Mumu to hell.

99

There are countless magic treasures in the Wanbao Pavilion of the Zhengyue Sect, and this kind of sect left over from ancient times has a characteristic, that is, even if the things used by the predecessors are left over, those strange and weird requirements cannot be fulfilled by future generations.

For example, when Huang Shang recorded his inscription experience at that time, he asked to draw a hundred portraits of himself, and then hide the inscription formation in these portraits.

He himself set it up casually at the time, and he only remembered it when he returned to Qingyang Sect——

Later generations don't know what he looks like, and how to draw a portrait.

Of course, Huang Shang is not the only one who made this non-human setting. Therefore, because of those immortal cultivators who collectively did not take medicine in ancient times, the Wanbao Pavilion of the Zhengyue Sect is simply a garbage dump. There are piles of useless things that take up space, and no one cares whether they are still there.

Huang Shang found his dusty old friends in the corner. He put on his ghost streamer. The pitch-black robe was a bit tattered. The corner had the same circular pattern as Huang Shang's face. Huang Shang's hand touched On the above, there was no reaction, and he couldn't explain what was going on, because since he woke up, the pattern had been on his face again, but when he came to this body, the pattern was gone, and now it appeared here again Among the ancient magic weapons, it seems that there is time to find out.

The real magic weapon is the recognition of the owner. The owner of the Wangui Banner is not Huang Shang. Huang Shang found this general's cloak soaked in the blood of thousands of people in an ancient battlefield. He took it back and refined it for hundreds of years before it took shape. But he seemed to have already recognized that his master was the general, and his evil spirit was difficult to control, so Huang Shang didn't show it until the last moment of his death.

But it's different now, Huang Shang's physique can't practice ancient martial arts, and the inscription formation can't be implemented. The evil spirit of the ghost banner is the best weapon. Huang Shang turned his eyes and found the reason why he came here this time Purpose.

He rummaged through some miscellaneous things for a long time before finding the ring. He put his soul power in it and found that there were still a lot of useful things left. Presumably after his death, those people did not have time to search all his things for some reason. Cleanliness is distracted by other things, and it is fortunate that Huang Shang will not be penniless after ten thousand years.

There are still a few things left, but most of them are useless. For example, the refining furnace needs powerful soul power supported by immortal bones to operate. Huang Shang opened it and saw that there was no elixir in it, so he closed it again.

Walking out of Wanbao Pavilion, Huang Shang looked in that direction again, and suddenly felt an inexplicable determination.

He has lost everything, and he can start again.

one hundred

What Wang Mumu saw in the morning was Huang Shang sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing. He was almost used to Huang Shang’s routine of life. He didn’t seem to need to sleep. Wang Mumu fetched water and wiped his face with a towel, saying: " Have you not slept all night?"

Huang Shang was spinning the seeds of profound energy in his body and ignored him, and Wang Mumu didn't want the other party to answer him. He asked himself and answered: "Can the body be able to bear it if you don't sleep all the time? Isn't this cultivator still has a lifespan of more than 100 years? We still have a lot of time, your dragon body is important."

Huang Shang just finished his work, and when he heard the words, he replied with a smile that was not a smile: "There are no dragons here, I am just a mortal."

"You can't say that," Wang Mumu bent down to wipe Huang Shang's hands, and said, "You will always be the emperor in my heart."

"Other than that?" Huang Shang asked.

"Hmm..." Wang Mumu thought for a while and said, "It's still the most important little prince."

Obviously it was Huang Shang who made the teasing, but in the end it was him who blushed, and he muttered half-complainingly: "Why add a little prince..."

It is very convenient for new disciples to choose their future cultivation path, it all depends on your own ideas.

The Zhengyue sect does not have any concept of "teaching students according to their aptitude" at all. They believe that any kind of practice method in their seven courtyards can make the disciples who come in become talents. It is quite sour to be so confident.

So Wang Mumu, whose right brain was severely atrophied, obeyed the emperor's words and successfully sneaked into the Sword Intent Academy. He originally thought that when he really started to study, his task would be to just bring Huang Shang in, so he could finally relax. Who knows After really starting to practice with the lecturer, this is not the case at all.

After all, Huang Shang is a book boy, and he can follow some of the usual exercises, but as the difficulty of the course increases, even if Wang Mumu has repeatedly emphasized that Huang Shang must be brought with him before he is willing to come, the lecturer will also persuade Huang Shang behind Wang Mumu's back. Do not follow these occasions, because these courses need to open the Xuanzhi Mingwang acupoint, and it is very inappropriate for Huang Shang to practice in advance.

In fact, all of Huang Shangxuan's Mingming acupoints have been broken through.

In the end, in order not to arouse suspicion, Huang Shang had no choice but to leave with the little dinosaur.

This can be regarded as completely tossing Wang Mumu upside down, Huang Shang asked Wang Mumu to repeat what he learned today intact when he came back every night.

Wang Mumu originally had a bad memory, and he could barely remember some cultivation methods. He was blinded when he came across the content in the book. He didn't know what was written on it. Huang Shang was so angry that he had to search for the content of the text from the original memory of this body. Fortunately, the previous owner of this body was not illiterate. When Wang Mumu opened his eyes, he found that he could understand all the content in the book. It seems that Huang Shang won't let him learn anymore, and when he is in a good mood, he doesn't control his mouth, saying: "Since you can do this long ago, why do you want to learn it as a slave?"

"What do you know?" Huang Shang fed his newly refined elixir into the little dinosaur's mouth, and said, "Even if you can use those things now, they are not yours. The body of a cultivator is just a It’s just a shell, when you practice until you can become one with the heaven and the earth, everything you know by relying on this shell will be forgotten, so you still have to study, you know?”

Wang Mumu was in a good mood and fell into the mud.

"Don't try to take shortcuts in everything you do." Huang Shang watched the little dinosaur vomit green bubbles immediately after eating the elixir, and quickly threw him out of the window, clapping his hands and saying.

"As long as you don't let me study, I've always been diligent." Wang Mumu retorted.

Huang Shang rolled his eyes at him: "Do you still dare to talk back?"

One hundred and one

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the first snow.

Huang Shang lurked in the Zhengyue sect for more than half a year. During the day, he closed the door to practice. At night, while Wang Mumu was asleep, he occasionally held his little hand and touched his face, and jumped out of the window to search for classics.

When he was cultivating, he followed a wild path that he had figured out, and it was easier to understand the content of the book when he practiced.

The newcomers to the Zhengyue Sect are all outer disciples, and they have to wait until a year later to pass the exam and select the top [-] to become inner disciples. Because Wang Mumu is a magic weapon, he has no idea what he should do among the disciples in the past six months. In combat, it can be considered outstanding. Next month, there will be a competition among seven colleges and departments. The lecturer of Sword Intent has selected ten disciples, and Wang Mumu is one of them.

Wang Mumu was stunned when he heard about the competition, and he was depressed for a while when he came back.

Huang Shang walked over and sat beside him, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Can we leave now?" Wang Mumu asked.

Huang Shang couldn't help sneering, and asked, "You're leaving because of this?"

"Didn't you also say that you can leave now?" Wang Mumu said.

Huang Shang knocked him on the head and said: "What I said is obviously that I have almost learned the content in the book."

"Isn't it the same meaning?" Wang Mumu said bitterly: "They still want me to fight, how can I fight, I will be beaten when I go up."

"Then you just give up." Huang Shang said.

"It's so simple," Wang Mumu said, "I told the lecturer at the time, but a fellow Taoist from Lehesong said that I smiled lightly and didn't dare to compete... Whenever I got angry, I just said, just said... ..." His voice became smaller and smaller, Huang Shang could basically guess what he said, shook his head and sighed: "That man deliberately provoked you, and you are still really fooled."

"The slave didn't think that much at the time..." Wang Mumu rubbed his face and said, "I regret it now."