Invincible Cheating Device Of Xianwu

But it's a pity that Wu Wenhou doesn't pay attention to his son, no matter what Mrs. Zhao does to him, Wu Wenhou will not come to ask a word, as long as he doesn't die.

In addition to Wu Wenhou, the Hong Mansion is Mrs. Zhao's only one, he wants to practice martial arts, who dares to disobey Mrs. Zhao to teach him to practice martial arts? Unless it's dead.

Moreover, the money given by the government is barely enough for him to study, where can he have the money left for martial arts training?

To practice riding and shooting, a good horse is worth thousands of gold, and a good bow is also worth a hundred gold. Even if you don't want these, practice hand-to-hand combat, and ask teachers, these are all things that Hong ~ Yi can't do.

After respectfully bowing, Hong Yi carefully put away the scroll.

He has fathers and brothers and sisters in the house, but he has not felt the warmth of family affection since his mother died, and the person on this painting seems to be his last dependence.

Hong Yi was almost alone in the mansion, and no one would notice that he would quietly leave the mansion.

When it was getting dark, he arrived at the West Mountain one by one shallow and one deep.

Xishan is a big mountain outside Yujing City, with a radius of nearly 100 li, although it is not majestic, but it is also dense jungle, complex terrain, extremely many mountains, flowing springs and waterfalls, and rocky mountain forests.

There are many foxes and jackals in the mountains, and every winter, some princes and nobles will go into the mountains to hunt.

Hong Yi arrived at the foot of the West Mountain, cleaned his mother's grave, put on incense, and then lived in a small temple not far from the foot of the mountain.

This temple called Qiuyuesi Temple is a dilapidated Buddhist temple, and the temple is guarded by an ordinary old monk, and Hong Yi lives here for a while every year, one is to guard the grave of his mother, and the other is to make a clean picture.

After giving the old monk a few strings of incense money and eating a bowl of mushroom vegetarian noodles, he lived in the side hall and rested, lit a lamp, burned charcoal, and prepared to read at night.

The north wind howled, making the walls on all sides clatter.

Inside the courtyard of the temple side hall, the ground is full of bamboo, and the dead grass is swept up by the wind, and it is desolate.

In the deep mountains in the distance, there were several mournful howls, like wolves and foxes, mixed with the night breeze, and like night lords.

Deep mountains, ancient temples, north wind, wolf fox laughter, all these are terrifying scenes.

"I am familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, I have a clear conscience, and the righteousness is always in my heart, even if a ghost comes, I am not afraid!"

Hong Yi read the book, and gradually, the mournful howls around him seemed to be inaudible.

Oh......

Suddenly, a fishy smell came from outside the door, Hong Yi's heart jumped, raised his head, and saw that at the door, a skinny old wolf stared at him with blood-red eyes, and the blood plate kept salivating.

A creepy feeling rose from Hong Yi's heart: "How can this wolf's eyes be so much like a person's eyes?" Impossible, I must have read it wrong. ”

Just for a moment, cold sweat wet Hong Yi's back, he has been studying since he was a child, he has never practiced martial arts, and he has no strength to bind chickens, even if he is an old wolf who has always been skinny, he is probably not an opponent.

"Could it be that I, Hong Yi, am going to die in the West Mountain before I have yet to exert my grand plan?"

Hong Yi slowly got up, bent over, and already touched a stone in his hand.

Just when Hong Yi thought that the old wolf was about to pounce, this old wolf suddenly grinned, and a strange voice sounded from the old wolf: "Boy, who let your life be bad, deep mountains and old forests are alone, the old ancestor was scattered in the flesh, did not find a good body for reincarnation, temporarily possessed the old wolf, your qualifications are good, you can let the old ancestor and I be possessed for a while..."

What the!

Hong Yi's eyes widened in vain, his breathing became heavy, and he suddenly remembered Li Yan's "Notes on Caotang", this book is not the scriptures, etiquette, and strategies of the reader's scientific expedition, but belongs to the absurd and uninhibited notes of the gods.

It is a notebook by Li Yan, the prime minister of the previous dynasty, which is written about demons and ghosts, Taoist immortals, talented and beautiful people, and fairy fox fairies.

"I have long felt that Li Yan's "Notes on Caotang" is plausible, it is too true, could it be that Li Yan has seen ghosts? Are there really ghosts in this world? ”

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Before this, those stories Hong Yi was regarded as stories, the so-called "son does not speak strange power chaotic god" is his firm belief, at this time seeing this old wolf talking, the previous conviction was all a little doubtful.

Seeing that Hong Yi did not speak, the old wolf thought that he was frightened and stupid, and said disdainfully: "No one is a scholar!" ”

"Heaven and earth have righteous qi, and heterogeneous manifolds. The lower is the river mountain, and the upper is the sun star..."

Hong Yi suddenly stood up straight, chanting a song of righteous qi in his mouth, but accidentally kicked down the book basket under his feet, spilling out all the contents of the book basket.

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The old wolf smiled coldly: "If the path is a little shallow, maybe I will really be scared away by you, but unfortunately, the ancestor and I are ghost immortals!" ”

Speaking of which, an invisible and intangible spirit emerged from the old wolf.

Whoosh!

This formless and intangible divine soul flashed away from more than a dozen steps away, and instantly arrived in front of Hong Yi's eyes, Hong Yi felt a gloomy aura rushing towards him, and then goosebumps all over his body, and secretly screamed: "My life rests!" ”

Just when the nameless ghost fairy was about to approach Hong Yi, a hot breath suddenly rose, like a small sun rising in vain in the night, the nameless ghost fairy only felt as if he had become a moth close to the stove, and the endless light and heat seemed to be ten thousand needles and thorns, and his whole body was so uncomfortable that his soul almost dispersed.

"This... Be...... Who..."

The nameless ghost and fairy spirit seemed to be frozen, suspended in the air and howling miserably.

Hong Yizheng was glad that his life was saved temporarily, but when he saw the nameless ghost and immortal's miserable howl, a pair of eyes stared at the scattered paintings on the ground in horror.

"Master's portrait?"

Hong Yi curiously picked up the portrait on the ground.

"It is rumored that the portrait of the sage has the effect of avoiding evil spirits, could it be that the portrait of the master also has the effect of avoiding evil spirits?" Mouth.