Ghost Shelter System

There is still half a month before the Maoshan Danhui, and Nanzong finally made a move.

Fu Zong's leader Yu Yuexian led the team, including Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng, Qin Kun, Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun, Li Chong, Chai Ziyue, Han Yao, and Fu Yuzong's all Fuyu Mountain disciples in Linjiang City. .

Of course there is Uncle Ge.

According to regulations, elderly people over 70 years old need a certificate from the hospital to fly. The staff had to check Uncle Ge's certificate. Uncle Ge was so angry that he stood up from his wheelchair and insisted on saying that he was 69 years old.

The staff had no choice but Su Lin, the junior sister of the Dou Sect, came over and sent the certificate.

When they got on the plane, the plaque tied behind Ge Zhan's back also asked for it to be checked. Uncle Ge would rather die than obey. This kind of stubbornness made Yu Heilian, Jing Sansheng and Chu Dao lose a lot of face before the matter was dropped.

In the first class cabin, Uncle Ge was still angry and spoke clearly, pointing at Yu Yuexian and the other two people: "You are 70 too, why aren't you allowed to issue a certificate?"

Chu Dao coughed dryly: "I opened it."

Jing Sansheng touched his nose: "Uncle Master, I'm only 68."

Yu Yuexian rolled his eyes: "I'm 66. Not old yet."

"Am I so old?!"

Qin Kun and Wang Gan were sweating in their hearts, fearing that Uncle Ge would be kicked off the plane by Yu Heiface.

No one dared to say whether Ge Zhan was old or not. His loud voice attracted the stewardess, who comforted him for a while before Ge Zhan calmed down and continued to speak crookedly and drool.

Qin Kun experienced first class for the first time and it was a blast! The same goes for Wang Qian and Han Yao. As the four poor people in Fuyu Mountain, although life is getting better and better, they have never flown in first class. They found that there was champagne here and they could play cards around the table. The three of them had a great time.

Li Chong despised them, they were a bunch of country bumpkins. Chu Qianxun was wearing sunglasses and didn't bother to make a fuss with them. It was too embarrassing.

In fact, except for Li Chong, Chu Qianxun, Ge Zhan, and Yu Yuexian, no one else has ever flown in first class. The same goes for Chai Ziyue, Douzong’s grandson’s daughter-in-law and the true successor of the Zhong family, after wiping Ge Zhan’s saliva, she and Qin Kun A group of people played poker.

Maoshan is in Jiangsu Province, and the plane landed in Jinling City. They arrived half a month early, actually just to have fun and relax.

Linjiang City is an important point in the ground of Nanshan Province, with yin and yang in harmony, and the order is very stable. The three spiritual veins of China, the place where Nanlong is most prone to trouble, have been stabilized, and they can take off their burdens and relax a little.

In June, the summer breeze was pleasant on the streets of Jinling City.

Walking on the street, a girl with a soft voice and eye-catching clothes is also a beautiful sight on the street.

The Qinhuai River and the Confucius Temple are paved with stone bricks. There are no redundant stories, only the past events. It seems that light and shadow are intertwined. Through time, you can see what kind of romantic scene was along the Qinhuai River back then.

Qin Kun drank the duck blood vermicelli soup in one gulp, and ate two more soup dumplings before he felt full. Douzong and his fellow foodies already had a dozen empty steamers in front of them.

The plane arrived in the afternoon, and it was rare to see people visiting Buyeo Mountain. Most of the people in this group were young people, and most of the old people were mature and prudent. Except for Yu Yuexian, who was still wearing a Taoist robe, which seemed a bit out of place, Chu Dao had all put on elegant gowns.

Chu Laoxian stepped on cloth shoes and wore round sunglasses. He stroked his beard and said to everyone: "Jinling used to be called Jiangning. Wan Shu Zhenren Wu Yunzi was unfortunately buried here. Fortunately, the troubled times are over and the world is at peace. Since ancient times, Qixia Manjinling, this place has always been a favorite place for people in the world."

Old Taoist Wu Yunzi was buried in the city of Jiangning for unknown reasons. This old capital of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has not only the story of Jianghu people, but also the story of life and death.

Yu Yuexian sighed, and nicknamed himself the "Five Elements Demon Master". Although Maoshan gave him the word "demon", it roughly represented that his Five Elements Technique had a new approach, which was different from the ordinary Five Elements Technique. But compared to the title of Wan Shu, it was still A head shorter.

Among all the tengu companions in the past, the one who was the most skilled at playing talismans was probably Wuyunzi.

"Wang Qian." Yu Yuexian turned around and said.

"Uncle Master." Wang Qian agreed obediently.

Walking on the street, Yu Yuexian looked at the old city wall of Jinling: "You have obtained Wuyunzi's Heavenly Embryo Brush, you should take the time to pay homage to it."

Wang Qian nodded: "It should be."

The main purpose of coming this time is still the Maoshan Alchemy Club. After finishing the shopping today, when walking to the hotel, Yu Yuexian asked Wang Qian about his homework: "Has the Hanging Formation Talisman Club been completed?"

Wang Qian was stunned and blinked. His round head and fat face made him look a little dazed.

"No...no way."

Yu Yuexian was furious: "You can't do this? The Maoshan Alchemy Club will start in half a month!"

"Please...Uncle Master, give me some advice."

"Hmph, neither can I."

"..."

Wang Qian pursed his lips, his eyes filled with resentment.

Yu Yuexian said: "Senior Brother Wu is a genius. He knows this trick and can use it with the Crazy Demon Pen. I'm not talented enough, but I have seen it before. The Crazy Demon Pen uses ghosts as ink, and writes the resentment of thousands of souls as talismans. Although I don’t know where to draw the ink with the fetal pen, it is at least better than the crazy pen.”

Uncle Master... No matter how powerful you are, you still don’t know how to do this. Master never taught me what to do with these things.

Wang Qian was even more resentful. His master, Wu Xiong, had always prevented him from getting too close to Fu Zong. This time, Fu Zong took the lead in the Maoshan Dan Meeting, and his uncle only brought him out. Yu Hei Lian was a Taoist priest who was quite dignified. When Wang Qian lacked confidence, he was very angry.

If you didn’t remind me beforehand, would it be possible for me to learn this now if you said this?

When Wang Qian was depressed, Qin Kun came over and interrupted: "Yes, Fatty, I have seen Wu Banxian's hanging talisman. Instead of letting the talisman hang in the air, he directly draws the talisman in the air. It is quite powerful!"

Qin Kun didn't want to talk about the old events 30 years ago in detail. It was the first time he saw Wu Xiong use his amplified move, and he used the Tiantai Brush. The majestic dragon was still fresh in his memory.

"Qin Heigou, why are you interrupting!"

"I'm here to spur you on so that you won't be embarrassed by going to Maoshan. I heard that Maoshan's Sanxuan Sword is very powerful, and their proud disciple Xu Facheng will also show up. Don't lose and embarrass us."

Qin Kun teased Wang Qian. In fact, he also knew that Wang Qian was the least obvious one among the rookies of Nanzong. His strength has not been tested yet. Anyway, the fat man runs the fastest every time he encounters trouble. Except danger.

There are three types of friends, one is the icing on the cake, one is the one who helps when the time is right, and the other is the one who adds fuel to the fire.

Wang Qian despised friends like Qin Kun who added fuel to the fire. Just as he was about to organize a few words to counterattack, Ge Zhan suddenly spoke.

"Kun...you know...Maoshan Three Mysterious Swords?"

"Of course!" Qin Kun blinked.

Jing Sansheng, Chu Dao, and Yu Yuexian all looked at Ge Zhan: "Uncle Master, who is Maoshan Sanxuan Sword?"

After they asked, their eyes stayed on Qin Kun.

Well……

Co-authored, you don’t even know?

Ge Zhan sneered: "There are no more than five old guys alive now who know the Three Mysterious Swords of Maoshan. The Zaofang monk from Fulin Temple, the old devil Chao from Fengdu Temple, the old immortal from Yulong Mountain, and me and the Ban family That old ghost. Where did you know that?"

"I..." Qin Kun swallowed, naturally he knew about it from Sakonomi.

But it seems that Ge Zhan resents his contact with Sakonomi? It doesn't seem like it.

"Crazy Zuo is looking for you?"

"Ahem, I said something."

"Did you tell him about the Twelve Forms of Dragon Technique?"

Li Chong immediately said: "Qin Kun, how could you do this? Didn't you pay 90,000 yuan in hush money?"

"I didn't tell him. We just talked about something else. He said that Maoshan is the right way, and the top Taoisms of our sects are all evil. Let's be careful about Maoshan." Qin Kun couldn't hold it in any longer and confessed honestly.

Ge Zhan tapped his fingers on the wheelchair and didn't speak for a while.

Afterwards, Ge Zhan said faintly: "He is right. When Wuhu was in ruins and all living beings were in ruins, the six volumes of Heavenly Books that Lu Jiuhe, the founder of the First Tengu Guan, asked for, were all about cultivating the law rather than cultivating nature. These six volumes of Heavenly Books are dangerous and powerful. Nearly Evil magic, that’s why Maoshan gave it to us. But..."

"We have stabilized Yin and Yang for so many years, but it does not mean that those who practice these Taoist arts are a group of evildoers!"

Ge Zhan emphasized that it meant that he cared.

Do you care about the Taoism you practice? Or do you care about Maoshan’s opinion?

Ge Zhan stopped talking, and several others also fell silent. In this Maoshan Alchemy Meeting, is it a battle of Tao, a battle of skills, or a battle of status? The contradiction seems to have begun to emerge...