Eternal gate

Zheng!

Buzz!

The duel between the master and his apprentice was a thrilling one.

Fengyun Sword Art also produced bursts of fire against the Lin family's marksmanship.

Ginger is old and spicy.

In the end, Zhao Yun lost.

However, his master also won in an extremely embarrassing manner.

"I lost." Zhao Yun smiled and then sheathed his sword. ??

"After a while, I'm afraid I will only get beaten as a teacher." Coach Lin smiled, put down his spear, and took the sword in Zhao Yun's hand.

How lofty his vision is! I can see how extraordinary this sword is.

If it weren't for the finest iron, how could such a good sword be made?

"Qinghong Steel?" Coach Lin touched his chin and glanced at the blacksmith.

"A few days ago, Mr. Wang delivered it." The blacksmith smiled and did not hide it.

"As expected of a rich man, what a arrogant person!"

Coach Lin was very sad and felt very sorry.

He had known that the Wang family had Qinghong Steel, and he had been politely rejected after several inquiries.

That's right, this thing is extremely precious, and most people really can't afford it.

Fortunately, his disciple forged a good sword from the Qinghong Steel he didn't get.

"Where did you learn your swordsmanship?" Coach Lin asked after looking at Qinghong.

"Brought from the old gentleman's house."

Zhao Yun chuckled and took out half of "Wind and Cloud Sword Art".

When Teacher Lin saw this, he raised his eyebrows again. He dared to think that he and his disciple had been fighting for most of the night, and his sword skills were not yet complete. If they were perfect, he would probably lose.

"Good old scholar." Coach Lin took a deep breath.

Everyone knows that the old gentleman from the private school likes to collect ancient books, and he is addicted to books as much as his life.

Unexpectedly, there were also martial arts secret books. Why hadn't he visited them before?

Shopping or not, he saw it all this time.

The disciple is not stingy, so I will lend him the sword technique.

He is a martial arts fanatic, so he naturally regards this secret book as a treasure.

It would be even more perfect if the second half of "Wind and Cloud Sword Art" could also be found.

The next day,

After an afternoon, Zhao Yun went to find the old scholar again.

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I really couldn't stand the half-immortal's nagging, so I asked my husband for a book.

"You kid."

In front of his granddaughter, the old scholar spoke righteously and sternly.

When he failed to get the book, Zhao Yun was slapped on the face and given a lesson.

The depressing one was the half-immortal, who was busy working most of the night and couldn't catch anything.

Boom!

A few days later, the sky was covered with dark clouds again, with lightning and thunder.

After clearing the land for cultivation, the fields were in urgent need of rain for watering.

Ever since, Zhao Yun started to practice again and showed off his skills.

Different from the last time, this time he prayed for rain and he felt dizzy for several days.

Not every time you change your climate rashly, your merits will be offset and you will have to suffer a little.

"Master, your hall is dark!"

In the small courtyard of the Zhao family, Zhao Yun picked up Coach Lin's forehead and looked at it again and again.

No kidding, the master's Yintang is indeed very dark these days.

For this reason, he also found Ye Banxian, who reached the same conclusion as him.

Sure enough, Coach Lin fell ill that night.

His illness was very strange, as if he was suffering from cold, and he often couldn't sleep.

Even when I woke up, I felt listless.

In the past, he was very prosperous.

Looking back now, he doesn't even have the strength to hold a gun.

The doctor came to see her once and prescribed some medicine, but she didn't feel any better at all.

On the contrary, Ye Banxian's expression of holding his hands was quite meaningful.

"I'm afraid I'm being lowered." Zhao Yun whispered.

The half-immortal said nothing and glanced up and down at his little disciple.

Okay! This kid can do it! He could actually see things that even he wasn't sure about.

That's right, it's head-dropping, a kind of witchcraft that curses people.

This is strange. In a place as big as Wutong Town, there are still people who can perform witchcraft?

Or should I say, Coach Lin’s enemies?

Looking for someone to plot against you privately?

"Master, is there a way to crack it?" Zhao Yun tugged at the half-immortal.

"It depends on the skill of the practitioner, whether he is good or not."

Ye Banxian mused, there are many talented people in the witchcraft industry.

He does know how to crack it, but he is not good at it. If he is overpowered by that person, there is nothing he can do about it.

"Stay here."

Ye Banxian'er left a message and went back to get the guy. ??

When he came back, he also brought the granddaughter of the old scholar.

"You've never slept with anyone, right?" the half-immortal said seriously.

"No." With just one word, the beautiful eyes that Wan Xin said were on fire.

Such as this question, this old half-immortal has asked her all the way.

If she hadn't been reading poems and books while taking a nap, she wouldn't have been able to curse or do anything that was disgraceful to Wen.

Otherwise, this old Taoist priest will be thrown into the ditch. How could he ask such disrespectful questions at his age?

"It's okay if you don't."

Ye Banxian was thick-skinned and didn't blush at all.

Mr. Zhao is even more troubled. He doesn't even understand what kind of book "Plum in the Green Ping" is, and he doesn't know what romance is.

"Two boy-like bodies, with symmetrical horoscopes, yes, they are enough."

Ye Banxian was mumbling, setting up the table and picking up the charms.

He may be a little disrespectful, but there are some things that it is necessary to ask clearly. If something goes wrong, Coach Lin will not be as simple as being in a daze, and he will not wake up until he is safe.

It was a matter of human life, so he couldn't be careless.

"Here, get it."

After some busy work, Banxian took a red rope, gave one end to Zhao Yun, and tied the other end to Wan Xin's wrist.

Then, he also hung two yellow talismans on the red rope.

"Later, no matter what you see, don't say anything."

Ye Banxian rolled up his sleeves, sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice, and then took out the peach wood sword.

Wan Xin found it strange and didn't know what the reason was.

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Mr. Zhao is now clear. It is recorded in the book that there are many ways to break the head-down, and the one used by the semi-immortal is the yin-yang boy body. The requirements for the eight characters are very strict. If the witchcraft practitioner is not good at it, it is completely sufficient. .

If it doesn't work, try another method.

‘Don’t make trouble, that’s what a teacher knows. ’

This would be Ye Banxian's response.

Not good at studying! When he was young, he sold countless books, and he had forgotten so many teachings. Many of them he had never read at all.

so,

If the boy's body cannot be broken and his head lowered, there is nothing he can do.

"The sky is full of spirits, the earth is full of spirits, evil things are showing their true form."

Ye Banxian holds a sword in one hand and rings a bell in the other, mumbling like a monk chanting sutras.

Don't tell me, Coach Lin did react.

He was sleeping, but at this moment, he was in extremely pain.

Not to mention Zhao Yun and Ye Banxian, even Wan Xin saw a thin black mist lingering between his eyebrows.

This is no longer a blackout of Yintang, but a real disaster!

Woohoo!

As the two of them watched, there was a sudden howling sound like a howling ghost.

Zhao Yun had seen big scenes, so he was not afraid. Not only was he not afraid, his big and smart eyes were moving up and down, as if he had seen something dirty.

Looking at Wanxin, her pretty eyebrows are slightly frowned.

I don't know why, but I feel a little cold.

To be precise, there were waves of gloomy wind blowing back and forth all over my body.

"Disciple, did you see it?" the half-immortal asked.

Zhao Yun said nothing, only nodded slightly.

After studying with half-immortals for so long, I still have some perspective.

There are indeed dirty things, but why are they having fun in the room? At first glance, it was a wisp of black air, but after a closer look, I realized it was a snake, a black and black snake.

It can be seen from this that the witchcrafter borrowed the blood of the snake.

"Catch him." The half-immortal scolded lightly, pressing the peach wood sword between Coach Lin's eyebrows.

He had to hold it down. If he couldn't hold it down, he wouldn't be able to catch the snake.