Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 12

When the magic stick picked up Min Yuejun, he had not yet left the school. At that time, he was still called Qing Rong. In order to get rid of the bad influence brought by this feminine name, he dressed in a casual way every day. The neat Taoist robe was hung loosely on his shoulders. Fuchen was tangled up and stuffed behind his back, with several talisman bags hanging from his waist as he ran around.

He likes to play down the mountain and listen to ditties in the taverns in the town.

In the winter of that year, he set up a small stall to tell fortunes for people, and after earning enough money for drinks, he went to the tavern he frequented to order a pot of Shao Shangqiao and a plate of peanuts, and sat in the corner to listen to music.

The old man playing the pipa sang melodiously in the corner of the tavern with his voice suppressed: "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king doesn't know..."

He is obviously an old man in his fifties, but the song is sung sadly and melodiously, making people think about it.

Qingrong carried the remaining half pot of wine, and leisurely went back to the mountain, passing by a hillside, faintly saw a person lying on the ground.At that time, he thought it was some passerby who stumbled and passed out, thinking about saving someone's life and asking for some money, so he walked over to investigate.However, when he got closer, he found that it was a young boy in ragged clothes, his face was dirty, his limbs were thin, and red, swollen and bruised were exposed under the tattered clothes. It was unknown whether he had been injured or poisoned.

Qingrong hesitated for a while, but still picked up the little boy and carried him back to the mountain.He was thin and thin at that time, and he was so exhausted climbing the mountain with a half-grown child on his back that he didn't know where to throw the whisk.

The brothers laughed at him for picking up an oil bottle before he went down the mountain to practice, and they laughed and wanted to throw it away, but they still helped him save someone.

The little boy woke up half a month later. When he opened his eyes, he saw a crooked yellow talisman on his head. He was wearing a clean white undershirt and covered with a thick quilt, which made him feel warm.He didn't know where he was, so he lifted the quilt and sat up, got out of bed with bare feet, and looked around.

The furnishing in the room was very simple, it was not from a wealthy family. On the table were strange gossip mirrors, yellow talisman paper, mahogany swords and copper coins. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to move. He froze by the table and watched carefully.

Qing Rong came back with a head of snow on her head, opened the curtain and saw the little boy standing by the table with his back to the door with his bare feet, he was surprised: "Are you awake?"

The little boy was startled, startled, staggered back two steps, knocked down the chair, and stared at him blankly.

The young boy who washed the dirt and changed into clean clothes was still dry, and his pale face was a little scary, but his bright eyes were very eye-catching.

Qing Rong looked down and saw his feet were red from the cold, she hurriedly stepped forward and picked him up from the ground: "Oh, why are you standing on the ground, isn't it cold? Your feet are swollen into pig's hooves!"

With this movement, the snow fell from his head and slid icily into the boy's neck, making him shiver with cold.

Qing Rong put him on the chair and sat down, reached out and took his little feet into her arms, frowned and said: "You are not in good health yet, why are you walking around? What should you do if you catch a cold?"

The young man looked at him awkwardly holding his red and swollen feet in his arms, his face flushed instantly, and he dared not speak.

Qing Rong saw his nervousness, smiled slightly, and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy looked at him quietly with his eyes open, but shook his head slightly.

Qing Rong asked again: "Then what's your last name?"

"Min." The boy replied in a low voice, because he hadn't spoken for a long time, the word sounded dry.

"Oh, the surname is Min..." Qing Rong tilted her head and asked him with a smile, "Then let me give you a name, shall I?"

He was wearing a gray-purple Taoist robe, his hair was messy, and he was very embarrassed with the half-melted snow on his head, but the expression on his face was like melting winter snow, which distracted the young man for a moment, and he stared blankly. head.

Qing Rong tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "I listened to a song the day I picked you up. There is a poem in the song--there are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees, and you don't know if you are happy with the king. I think this sentence is wonderful. Ji, can I call you Yuejun?"

The young man asked him ignorantly: "What does Yue Jun mean?"

Qing Rong laughed, pinched his feet and teased, "That means I like you!"

At that moment, the half-baked Taoist priest looked bright and warm in the young man's eyes, his brows and eyes were filled with the color of spring, as if the snow outside the house had warmed up.

Min Yuejun recalled the first scene, and then looked at the person confronting him with a neck stuck in front of him.

The magic stick is no longer the familiar appearance of his youth: handsome facial features, ill-fitting and ugly quack warlock robe, gossip mirror, and neatly combed hair.The hearty smile disappeared, and changed into a look of vigilance and resistance, the natural warmth disappeared, and the whole body exuded a gloomy and violent aura.

This is Qing Rong who he is not familiar with.

"Master..." he whispered.

Shen stick froze, his soul trembled violently faster than he could think.

He Tang expressed his feelings for him: "Damn...you really have the guts to scream."

Yang Jinshu really wanted to beat him, didn't he ask for it... However, since what he said was very reasonable, Yang Jinshu held back and could only protect him behind him, and gave him a warning look.

He Tang pouted, feeling that his only problem was being too sincere.

But Min Yuejun ignored him, kept his eyes on the magic stick, and changed his address: "Qing Rong..."

The magic stick covered his ears and yelled, floating half a mile away: "Don't yell, don't yell, don't yell! This is a shame, a shame!"

Mass grave: "..."

Min Yuejun's face froze, and he was a little at a loss.

He Tang tugged at Yang Jinshu's sleeve, and bit his ear: "I think there is still big gossip between the two of them!"

Yang Jinshu had a question mark on his face.

He Tang said seriously: "Any apprentice who directly calls the master's name is not a little sheep, I don't believe that they have a pure master-student relationship!"

Yang Jinshu pushed his head away with a wooden face: "Don't think wildly."

"There must be bloody plots between them, such as national hatred, family hatred, father-killing, and love-grabbing!"

Yang Jinshu: "..."

It turned out that he was the one who was thinking wildly, how could he expect He Tang to suddenly become enlightened?

Min Yuejun chased after him all the way, when the magic stick saw him, he dodged and dodged for two miles.

Min Yuejun endured it, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better come back by yourself, otherwise I will use the soul-locking bell."

He Tang was curious: "What is it?"

Yang Jinshu pointed to the golden bell that locked Wan Niang: "Here, that one. It can lock a person's three souls and seven souls in the bell."

He Tang: "If we disagree, we will play bondage..."

"what?"

"No, I said they played really high-end." He Tang lay on his back and giggled, "Do you think he can catch up with the magic stick?"

"Of course we can catch up, but..." Yang Jinshu glanced at the magic stick that was drifting farther and farther, and said slowly, "I think the magic stick is unwilling."

The two were still discussing, Min Yuejun was already angry, raised his hand to close the soul lock bell, Wan Niang fell out from inside, her soul fell on Shi Tianning, her spirit was so weak that it was almost compatible with his soul.Shi Tianning raised his hand and cast a spell, covering Wan Niang's fragile soul in a magic circle, lest she would disappear with the wind.

Min Yuejun didn't even give them a look. He flipped the soul-locking bell with his fingertips, and with a flick of his finger, the soul-locking bell had already flown into the air, making a crisp tinkling sound. It was no different from a soul-invigorating talisman. I heard a splitting headache in my ears, and let out a more miserable roar. Even Yang Jinshu, who was protected by a Shura umbrella, collapsed instantly. His soul was blown away, and he lost consciousness.

The only thing Yang Jinshu could do was to put He Tang's soul in the Shura Umbrella. He closed his backhand, and both he and He Tang's souls were locked in the Shura Umbrella to avoid the damage from the Taoist magic weapon.

Min Yuejun followed Suohunling all the way, and ignored the strange situation behind him.After crossing two hills, he finally found the magic stick bent under an old tree under the influence of the soul-locking bell on the back mountain of the Yang family.

God stick is different from those little ghosts, he can spell, even now he has become a ghost, he can still cultivate faster than other ghosts, and he can appear in the world in a physical state.He supported the tree trunk, with his head down, looked straight at Min Yuejun who was approaching, and said, "You want to use the soul-locking bell on me?"

His tone was extremely calm, although it was a question, it carried a distinct sense of cynicism.

Min Yuejun said: "...you are the one who is on the run."

The magic stick was very surprised: "Oh my god, you killed me, and I didn't hide from you when I saw you, am I stupid?"

"..."

"Or do you think that I should come to you happily, say hello to you, and say that I have a good life in the underworld, and I haven't been fried or whipped?"

"..."

The magic stick supported the tree trunk and stood up slowly, tried his best to fight against the soul-locking bell hanging above his head, gritted his teeth and said: "Min Yuejun, don't forget, you killed me, do you expect me to have no grudges against you?" ?”

Min Yuejun has been watching him quietly with deep eyes.Those eyes that were bright and ignorant when he was young are now dark and deep, like an ancient well without waves, which made him panic.

Shenzhu felt that his soul was starting to dissipate, so he hugged the tree trunk and hid behind, sternly said: "I'm not afraid of you, at worst, my soul will fly away!"

Seeing that he was beginning to lose consciousness, Min Yuejun immediately raised his hand and put the soul-locking bell back into his sleeve.

The pressure dropped suddenly, and Shen stick let out a long sigh of relief, fell on the back of the big tree and sat on the ground, losing the mood to speak for a while.

Through the thick tree trunk, Min Yuejun could only see the corners of his clothes and the tips of his hair. Thousands of emotions surged into his heart, but they only turned into a low whisper: "For so many years, you have never been in my dream... ..."

The magic stick has good ears, and when he heard this, he felt his forehead twitch, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: It's too late for me to hide from you, what are you doing in your dream?Are you crushed to ashes?

Min Yuejun thought he didn't hear, so he suppressed his emotions, raised his head and said solemnly: "I don't need the soul lock bell to keep you under control, you follow me."

The magic stick was angry, and decisively threw out a word: "Get lost!"

Min Yuejun's eyes sharpened and he was about to get angry, but when he remembered his identity, he said patiently: "Your soul is unstable, I will take you back to retreat."

The magic stick closed his eyes, only thinking that this lawsuit was simply annoying.He boldly stood up again, looked at the apprentice with one hand on his hip, and said seriously: "When you didn't come, my soul was stable. As long as you get out, I can immediately ascend!"

Min Yuejun was irritated by the last two words, and said in a nasty voice, "You have long since become a lonely ghost, your skills are not as good as those of my disciples, and you still want to ascend?"

The magic stick immediately corrected: "That's right, ascension is your business, I won't join in the fun with you, I'll set up a fortune-telling stall in the underworld!"

"You tell fortunes to ghosts?"

"Forget it! Figure out what kind of shit they are doomed, and stay away when reincarnated in the next life!"

He pointed and scolded Huai, even a fool could hear it.Min Yuejun's face was pale, and he raised his hand to slap him.Shen stick sneered at the corner of his mouth, stared at him and opened his chest, and shouted: "Give more energy in your palm, so that you will be blown away!"

Min Yuejun slammed out with his palm, and indeed he brought a lot of strength, but his palm was only tilted, and the tree next to him fell down two rows, but the magic stick stood in front of the old tree, dumbfounded.

Min Yuejun gasped for breath twice, and said word by word: "You are amazing! I'm afraid of you!"