The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

Zong Wu shook his head: "It hasn't been cancelled, but I'm impatient, and I should start over from the beginning."

At least he had to get to know the little apprentice a little better, so that he would feel at ease, at least he didn't use the little apprentice as a tool.

At this moment, the door was knocked suddenly.

Qi Wushen and Ji Sheng stood outside the door, and told Zong Wu what they had seen and heard during the search.

Zong Wu said: "You mean, there are ghosts in this house?"

"It should be." Qi Wushen nodded, "Master, I'll take you to see it."

The three headed towards that side, but Zong Wu was thinking about something else.

——If there is a ghost in the house, how could Nan Tianzun not notice it when he came here last time?Even if it's just an incarnation, the perception is far beyond that of ordinary people.Moreover, not only Nan Tianzun didn't notice it, he didn't notice it at all.

"Master, it's in the courtyard here."

Qi Wushen pointed to the room where they found the statue.

The white jade statue stood in front of them. The two had just left in a hurry, and the white cloth was not covered. Zong Wu glanced across the white jade statue, and stayed there for a moment, without any surprise or even much expression.

However, under the breeze blowing, his bangs raised slightly, which was more similar to the white jade statue.

"When I found that ghost, it was in the closet over there." Qi Wu squatted down, checked the closet, and suddenly found a note pasted on the back.

"What is written? It can't be used to seal that ghost, right?" Ji Sheng leaned forward.

The paper was already yellowed, and on the palm-sized paper, there were patterns like ghost symbols, like a mess, and it was impossible to tell whether it was words or what, and even some places where the ink was smudged, it seemed that it had been damp.

"It looks like it should be..." Qi Wushen handed the note to the master.

Zong Wu added: "Picture prophecy."

Picture prophecies are prophecies recorded in pictures, which are often used to predict omens and good or bad. It is not surprising that the owner of this house believes in Taoism and engages in divination and prophecy.

"Is there anything to say about putting the prophecy in the back of the cabinet? Does it have anything to do with that soul?" Ji Sheng asked while rubbing his chin.

"Ghost knows." Qi Wushen replied.

The current situation is really, only ghosts know.

The young man brushed off the dust on the prophecy, the paper was not thin, but the ink was protruding on the other side, and when it was illuminated by the light, it seemed that he could see some tricks.

"Looks like words?" Ji Sheng said, "It looks like..."

Ji Sheng tilted his head, trying to find some clues, but he could only see some characters, but not what they were.Dynasties have changed, seas have changed, and characters have also changed. As a god in the Nine Heavens, you don't need to be proficient, but you still have to have a little understanding.

"Brother." Qi Wushen turned the piece of paper in one direction.

Changing the direction, the handwriting on the paper appeared. It was two immature and chubby fonts. It was not written by the same person as the picture, but more like someone traced along the back of the paper.

"That ghost should still be a child." Zong Wu said.

The golden light flowed from his fingertips, emitting firefly-like light beams, starting from the room and probing everywhere in the courtyard, the light spots disappeared immediately, as if falling into the deep sea.

"There is no ghost spirit, and there is no resentment. The ghost must have been a coincidence, avoiding the guidance of the Nether Mansion of the Styx River, and staying in the dust realm."

"Then the ghost is not a resentful spirit, so it shouldn't harm the world?"

Zong Wu nodded: "Maybe it is impossible to cause chaos, but this wandering soul has been in the dust realm for too long. If there is no reincarnation, the final result will definitely dissipate in the dust realm. The power of the soul you met should have weakened. , It was attached to something. When you touched the furnishings in the house, you disturbed him, and then turned into blue light and left."

Ji Sheng looked at the folding fan in his hand, he just opened the thing to release the ghost, the folding fan should be the possession of the ghost.

He asked again: "Then what should we do now? Since he doesn't have a ghost, is there any other way to find him?"

"Yes, but it will definitely hurt the remnant soul." Qi Wushen replied, for some reason, he seemed to be in a daze.

Zong Wu nodded: "He should be looking for a new possession now, you don't have to worry about it, if you encounter it again in the future, first pay for it, and then find a way to get rid of it."

"That is to say, during this period of time, we still have to live in the house with the ghost who doesn't know when it will come out? Living in a house with ghosts...it feels a bit...subtle." Ji Sheng sighed, but no one answered. .

There was a moment of embarrassment in the air, he glanced at Qi Wushen but found that his friend was staring at the note in his hand with heavy eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What's wrong with you? Did you find anything else?" Ji Sheng leaned forward.

"No, no." Qi Wushen folded the note lightly and put it into his sleeve, as if he was hiding something.

He said again: "I just remembered... It's past noon now, who is on duty today? Why is there no one cooking at this hour?" Just as he finished speaking, his stomach let out a cooperating cry.

"Who is on duty? I also want to know who is on duty." Ji Sheng cast a contemptuous look.

Qi Wushen patted his head, suddenly realized: "Oh - it's me."

-

The young man shook his folding fan lightly, and leisurely returned to the kitchen, only to find that Zong Wu was still following him.

There was a "buzz" in my head, and some memories that should have and shouldn't have revived again.

Qi Wushen was a little embarrassed, he had to say that Master was watching him cooking, which really affected his performance, but it happened that he didn't know how to speak.

After a moment of hesitation, Zong Wu spoke first: "I'll help you do it together."

"..."

In recent days, the three of them have been on duty, and they have never been called Zong Wu. First, it is the gift of master and apprentice, and second, it is... Ever since the master inexplicably recovered his cultivation, he has returned to the bigu state. diet.Out of emotion and reason, you shouldn't ask Master for help.

"Serving the master is what a disciple should do, and the master doesn't have to... care about it." Qi Wushen replied.

Zong Wu shook his head, and stubbornly picked up the kitchen knife.

"Cut what?" he asked.

"..."

Qi Wushen knew that his stop was useless, so he enlightened his master to help cook, it was better than...doing nothing and staring at him, right?

"Then Master, can you cut a potato shred...?"

Qi Wushen's tone was very uncertain, he looked at Master's newly put on plain white clothes, with the faint fragrance from the bath, no matter how you looked at it, it was incompatible with the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen.

Looking at the pair of white jade-like slender fingers, those hands should be used to play the flute or play the zither, rather than holding a kitchen knife to cut vegetables on the chopping board.

Zong Wu also seemed to be aware of his gaze, raised his head slightly and said, "I can do it, you can do other things."

His voice was like the sound of a spring, clear and clear, and it was inexplicably convincing the moment he opened his mouth.

The originally suspended heart gradually let go, Qi Wushen said in his heart: You can't judge people by their appearance.

Master, although it seems that he doesn't eat the grains of the world, but who stipulates that such a person can't cook?The master knows how to use a sword, and a knife is similar to a sword, and a kitchen knife is similar to a knife. After this calculation, the sword is equivalent to using a kitchen knife. From this point of view, it is not difficult to cut a potato... right?

bang-

The cutting board broke into two pieces.

Qi Wushen: "..."

"Master, why don't I come?" He asked tentatively.

"No, I didn't pay attention just now." Zong Wu picked up the cracked cutting board and raised the knife again.

Qi Wushen seemed to hear the cutting board crying.

"Master, shall I... come with you?" Qi Wushen asked somewhat "desperately".

Zong Wu put down the knife in his hand, and his gaze swept over the little apprentice, as if he was thinking about something.

"Good," he said.

Qi Wushen let out a long sigh of relief, thankfully the master agreed.

He tidied up his clothes and walked up to Zong Wu. The two were similar in stature, but Zong Wu's figure was more slender.

"Master, roll up your sleeves before cooking."

Zong Wu's cuffs are different from the short brown sleeves on his body. They are in an open shape. It looks like the sleeves are fluttering, with a fairy air, which is really beautiful. It's just that this suit has no practical value, and it is easy to be messed up when cooking. dirty.

No, the snow-white sleeves are now covered with dirt from potatoes.

"En." Zong Wu nodded, but did not act.

He stretched out his hand: "help me pull it up."

"..."

A few days ago, Master was clearly resistant to contact with him, but now he made a 180-degree turn, first asking him to take a bath, and now asking him to roll up his sleeves.

But fortunately, rolling up one's sleeves is not as exciting as taking a bath. It's not a big deal, and Qi Wushen is willing to help.

He wiped his clothes twice, stretched out his hand to brush off the dirt on the plain white sleeves, and slowly rolled up the sleeves, one by one. The distance between the two was very close, but he carefully avoided contact with the master.

"Master, it seems that you haven't taken that medicine for a long time." Qi Wushen suddenly noticed that the master's body only had the fragrance of just taking a bath, and the familiar scent of the medicine hadn't been smelled for a long time.

"En." Zong Wuqian responded, but didn't mention it, and Qi Wushen didn't ask.

He only knew that there was a flavor called "Snow Drinking Grass" in the medicine he drank all year round, and that grass could only be found in the extremely cold place behind Yaoyang Sect, which was why they came to Yaoyang Sect in the first place.But the snow drink grass that he had been taking for years did not make Zong Wu any better. Master's face was always pale and bloodless, and he didn't even know what was wrong with Master.

Rolling up his sleeves, Qi Wushen raised his head, Master's face was reflected in his eyes, that bloodless face seemed not as pale as before, he always felt that Master's complexion improved a lot during the period of stopping the medicine.

"Master, wash the vegetables before cutting them." Qi Wushen fetched a basin of water, threw the potatoes into it, and began to rub off the dirt on them.

The water was scorched by the sun, and it didn't feel cold even when you dipped it in. The mud spread out little by little, and the whole basin of water was stained dark brown.

Qi Wushen originally thought about not letting the master get in the water, but at this moment Zong Wu's hand suddenly reached into the water basin and covered his hand.

Master's hand on the back was cool, but the palm holding the potato was soaked in warm water.

It was a feeling of ice and fire.

Qi Wushen was stunned, the hands that washed off the mud suddenly stopped moving, taking advantage of his daze, those cold hands inserted into his.

"You teach me to wash." Zong Wu said softly in his ear, so close that he could even feel the fluff at the base of his ears being blown.

Qi Wushen replied "Yes", and with a little force, he held Master's jade hand.

Folding his hands, he carefully cleaned the small potatoes, and soon Zong Wu's hands were warmed by him.

This was a normal scene where master and apprentice get along intimately, suddenly, a thought flashed through Qi Wushen's mind.

Something is wrong, why is Master so...active?