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At the moment of You Shi, the dark yellow dusk quietly climbed to the sky, and the Canglang Zhuanting Pavilion was eerily quiet.

Meng Fuyuan was sitting loosely in front of the waist table, a yellowed book was spread out, and the ink characters were clearly displayed in front of his eyes, but his mind was gradually drifting away.

The spirit of the old man will remain in the former residence, and it will be easier to gather Shen Zhuo's soul here. Meng Fuyuan secretly thought, no wonder Chao Zixuan offered to bring him here. When reading ancient books in the Canglang Pavilion, he was not allowed to take the books out. In this way, he could sit quietly in the formation for a long enough time.

Thinking of this, Meng Fuyuan suddenly recalled that Chao Zixuan first offered to bring him to the Canglang Pavilion, and then asked about his birthday.

This order seems unreasonable.

If Chao Zixuan had planned it earlier, he should have asked his birth date first, and then brought himself to the soul-calling array at the Canglang Pavilion.

It should be that Chao Zixuan had no other intention at all, but just wanted to help Wuwei Villa. However, Chao Zixuan was obsessed with it, so he never forgot about the summoning of souls. After asking casually, he found that he just happened to meet the conditions?

This idea seems to make sense, but it seems a little weird.

Meng Fuyuan remembered that when he first entered the Canglang Pavilion, he had looked at the layout, and there was no difference from the next few days. The corresponding person works, and if the owner of Wuwei Wuwei Villa comes here, if he does not meet the conditions, he will not be affected if he sits in the formation. If he meets the conditions, he will be in his arms, wouldn't it be beautiful?

On the sixth day of sitting alone in the soul-calling array, Meng Fuyuan felt that his hands and feet were sore and weak at the moment, and he couldn't keep up his spirits. It was like the first sign of a serious illness.

Meng Fuyuan clenched his fist with his right hand and pressed it to his temple, propping up his heavy head, he said in his heart, the so-called truth is sought in danger, thanks to the prophecy of the Celestial Human Race, otherwise he might not be willing to take this risk.

In Meng Fuyuan's memory, it takes seven days to conjure up the soul. Every day, one soul and one soul of the deceased are summoned. On the last day, the person sitting in the front of the formation will faint and cannot sleep soundly. The three souls are separated from the human body and stay in the whole body. Soul, it is convenient to take the opportunity to introduce the three souls gathered in the formation, using brute force, with the help of the mystery of formation transformation, into the body of the lost soul, the three souls have already entered, and then use the attraction of the soul to the seven souls to complete the soul replacement , so you're done.

Spiritualism starts from the first step, finding a body with the same last six characters in the birth date. It is not easy, and the subsequent steps are even more difficult. Every step of forcibly introducing the soul and soul is extremely dangerous, and one step is wrong. , all losers.

In the Canglang Pavilion, the formation of the five elements of heaven and earth, the golden position is a gilt bell, the wooden position is a bright cabinet, the fire position is a dragon incense burner, and the water level is a plain white ceramic teapot. The four form a square. The place where you sit is the earth position, which is also the eye of the formation. Metal and wood intersect, water and fire complement each other, and the four images and five elements all return to the earth.

Chao Zixuan came to check every morning and evening, just to prevent the formation from being destroyed unintentionally. However, there is one more thing to pay attention to in this soul-calling formation. If the formation is broken on any one of the seven days, the gathered souls will return to heaven and earth. , If you want to summon the soul, you need to start all over again.Taking advantage of the gap between Chen and You, Meng Fuyuan had already used the eyes of the formation to decipher the formation. Wuwei Villa is good at the art of forming formations.At this moment, Meng Fuyuan has restored the formation, but the lost souls that the formation said could gather here have long since drifted to all over the world and disappeared.

Meng Fuyuan pretended to be engrossed in his reading, and waited quietly for the sound of footsteps behind him.

At two o'clock in the unitary hour, Chao Zixuan came.

After Meng Fuyuan looked at Chao Zixuan with a natural expression, he continued to look down at the book, then gradually lowered his head lower and lower, and finally slammed his head heavily on the table.

Upon seeing this, Chao Zixuan first asked softly, "The owner? The owner?"

No one answered.

Chao Zixuan walked slowly to Meng Fuyuan's side, stretched out a hand and lightly pushed Meng Fuyuan's shoulders, but found no response from the other party, Chao Zixuan raised the corners of his mouth inexplicably, then gestured with his hands in the air, chanting words, as if imposing some ancient spell.

Meng Fuyuan listened attentively, and vaguely caught a few key words, which happened to correspond to the spirit-calling technique in his memory.

So Chao Zixuan was summoning someone's soul, he guessed it right!

A burst of strong pressure came from behind like a rising tide. Fortunately, Meng Fuyuan prepared a vest to protect him in advance, but he felt that his breathing became slightly stagnant under the squeeze of his chest, and he felt dizzy and dizzy, but he didn't feel that his soul was being squeezed and torn, and his internal organs were all damaged. .

After a long while, Chao Zixuan withdrew his hands, walked to the desk, and sat down opposite Meng Fuyuan.

"Master."

The emotions in Chao Zixuan's eyes surged, as if billowing dark clouds gathered under the sky, brewing a sudden storm, "Will you come back, Master?"

Chao Zixuan took a look at Meng Fuyuan who was crawling on the desk, the blue silk slipped from his shoulders, and the silk sleeves were creased in a mess, Chao Zixuan bowed his head in despair, the hope in his eyes flickered, he murmured He muttered: "It's ridiculous for a black-haired person to give a white-haired person."

"I still remember that before the first battle in Xuzhou, Master and Mr. Meng, the owner of Wuwei Villa, were in the study for a while. At that time, I accidentally heard that Master said that Meng Fuyuan's birth date and you collided with the last six characters. Master was speaking casually. Just mentioning it made me remember until now. Speaking of which, I eavesdropped on the corner of the wall that day, and the master was furious because of this, and severely punished me. But the so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, otherwise the world is so big, and I am so poor that I will not be able to It is difficult to find a body with a soul for Master."

Still no answer.

Chao Zixuan was also silent, he sat here quietly, listening to the sound of the wind leaking between the window sills and the threshold, three sticks of red sandalwood incense stood upright in the copper furnace, the top was scorching gray and white to black, slowly climbing through the crimson purple from top to bottom, In the end, the whole stick of incense turned into embers and fell on the copper plate. The golden bell under the eaves outside the pavilion swayed gently and rang crisply, like the foreplay of the ghost coming in a ghost novel.

Suddenly, Chao Zixuan stood up, walked to Meng Fuyuan's side, gently pushed him awake, "Master...it's time to wake up..."

Meng Fuyuan took the opportunity to open his eyes and looked around in confusion. He clenched the sweat in his palms and called out, "Zixuan?"

Chao Zixuan immediately froze in place, as if struck by lightning, and smiled after a long time.

Meng Fuyuan knew that he had made the right bet.

In the past few days, I have been reading the notes, diary books, daily books, etc. left by Shen Zhuo, and I also know some of Shen Zhuo's behavioral style, character habits, and a little disguise can be fooled, but Meng Fuyuan knows in his heart, and Shen Zhuo has been around for a long time, and being exposed is the inevitable result.

Chao Zixuan's eyes flashed, "...Master, Master, are you really back?"

Meng Fuyuan shook his head and smiled, "You brat, are you stupid? You can't even recognize me?"

Hearing this, Chao Zixuan became more determined. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged Meng Fuyuan tightly. He hugged Meng Fuyuan tightly, as if wanting to integrate him into his own flesh and blood, "Master, I miss you so much..."

Chao Zixuan's pupils were suddenly stained with blood, he closed them and opened them again, the scarlet color had disappeared.

Chao Zixuan let go of his hand in a daze, and smirked, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

Meng Fuyuan scolded with a smile: "What's the proper way to hug and hug? You act like a clingy girl. I'm only going out for a few days. You have to put on this look of parting from life and death? During the few days I'm away, I left you the book" Have you practiced "Tao Ran Jue" well? The Xuzhou Demon Cult is rampant, so rampant, if I go to the battlefield in the future, you will take charge of Linghao Pavilion for me."

Chao Zixuan was stunned when he heard the words, so just like the spirit technique said, if the soul is incomplete, the resurrected person will lose part of his memory?So the master didn't know that he had already died in that battle?

Chao Zixuan thought about it again, in fact, losing some memories is exactly what he wanted.

"Okay, I would like to follow Master's instructions." Chao Zixuan smiled happily, and grabbed a piece of Meng Fuyuan's sleeve, "Master, I will take you to Zhuoying Water Pavilion, and show you the sword skills you taught me."

Meng Fuyuan smiled back, and then followed Chao Zixuan to Zhuoying Water Pavilion. Because it was not the first time, Meng Fuyuan was not unfamiliar with it, and even had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"In the days when Master is not around, I always take good care of Master's belongings!" Chao Zixuan seemed to be acting coquettishly, but also seemed to be asking for credit.

Chao Zixuan took out a jade flute and a guqin from the pavilion.

"Master, it's been a long time since we played together." Chao Zixuan said with high spirits, "Let's play... the piece that Master loves the most."

Which is Shen Zhuo's favorite song?Even if Meng Fuyuan knew it, he might not know how to play it.Meng Fuyuan knew that the more exposed he was, the easier it would be for Chao Zixuan to see through him, so he curved to save the country, "You first demonstrate to me the sword skills you have learned recently."

When Chao Zixuan heard the words, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and his pupils faintly glowed with vermilion, "Master, you really don't want to. When you don't want to, just like to talk about other things, let me do other things .”

Or do not want to?

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Meng Fuyuan's back. From the short four characters, he roughly guessed that the two had had an unpleasant fight because of the "ensemble matter". Their tempers could be calmed, and they were definitely not people who would be at the mercy of others, so Meng Fuyuan broke the boat. As if taking a gamble, he lowered his face and said, "You know I don't want to mention this to you."

Chao Zixuan suddenly looked gloomy, "Master, do you really still care about that Meng Sihe?!"

Care about Meng Sihe? !

It doesn't look alike, at least from the two paragraphs written by Shen Zhuo in the secret language of the Celestial Race, it really doesn't look like it, but if Shen Zhuo and Meng Sihe have a bad relationship, then why does Shen Zhuo know the language of the Celestial Human Race?

Meng Fuyuan was terrified, his heart was ups and downs, but his face was heavy and serious, with vague anger, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Chao Zixuan raised his voice, as if he was asking, "Then why did Master agree to go to Xuzhou with him? Master knew that it was a dead end, why did you go when Shen Zhuo spoke?!"

"As the master of Linghao Pavilion, this is my responsibility." Meng Fuyuan replied without thinking, and he intuitively felt that Shen Zhuo should think the same way.

Chao Zixuan lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes trembling violently, "That's because of...who?"

"It's never because of anyone." Meng Fuyuan replied.

Chao Zixuan lowered his head and said, "Then why won't Master...look at me?"

Meng Fuyuan vaguely heard the meaning behind Chao Zixuan's words, and was afraid that he was thinking too much, so he had no choice but to remain silent for a while, and respond to all changes with the same, the surrounding was depressingly quiet, a cold aura floated under the eaves, and the sky suddenly darkened , the dark clouds became thicker, as if a gust of wind would sweep through in the next moment, and there would be a gust of wind and showers.

Chao Zixuan raised his head sharply, "Master is so smart, did he already understand it? He doesn't even want to play in an ensemble, does it mean he doesn't want to play with me?"

Chao Zixuan directly pointed out this matter, which surprised Meng Fuyuan and made Meng Fuyuan understand that today he might not be able to figure out other things related to the battle against demons, and he was forced to understand the entanglement between their master and apprentice.

Find a way to withdraw.

Suddenly, Meng Fuyuan was on the verge of falling, as if he was about to faint, but in the next moment, a big hand grabbed his neck, and the suffocation spread from his neck to his lips. Meng Fuyuan was forced to open his eyes, and raised his head involuntarily to grab more air.

The voice of the person opposite was hoarse and oppressive, "Master, every time he wants to escape the truth, he only pretends to be stunned. Does Master think that I will be so stupid that I will be fooled again and again?"

Meng Fuyuan had no choice but to change another plan, so he pretended to become sober from being confused, as if his soul had returned to his body, and his mind became clear. Meng Fuyuan asked weakly and puzzled: "Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, what's wrong with you?" ? Why put me to death?!"

At this moment, Chao Zixuan's pupils were all dyed red, and he still insisted: "Master, doesn't he even recognize me as a disciple?"

With a jump in his heart, Meng Fuyuan's eyes moved slightly, and met Chao Zixuan's——

No, Chao Zixuan is not in the right state at the moment, he looks like... completely delirious and insane.