Dragon Seeker

The courtyard was in a state of desolation.

Brother Yaozi was sweeping the snow, and Lao Bai seemed to have just washed up. He was squatting on the steps, combing his hair with a wet comb, which was shiny and shiny. He was dressed in a decent manner, without a single stain on his body. He was a person who pursued refinement. I could feel the breath of scum coming from a long distance.

When I appeared in the courtyard, the two of them stopped almost at the same time.

Click!

The broom in Brother Yaozi's hand fell to the ground. At that moment, I saw his whole body tremble, but he quickly calmed down. He took several deep breaths in a row, and then squeezed out a smile. Just as he was about to walk towards me, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the side and rushed towards me like a gust of wind.

I lost my queyin, and my waist and legs were sore at this time. How could I withstand such a posture? I was almost knocked away, but soon Lao Bai grabbed me and hugged me. I felt like a delicate little girl. I was a little stuffy in my chest, and then I heard him laugh wildly: "Haha, I knew you, a thief, would not die. At least you have some of my Lao Bai's style. You have always been the one who cheated others, but no one cheated you?"

However, he soon noticed my sallow face and didn't ask me the reason at all. He looked like he knew everything and whispered in my ear: "Did you do this after you came back? The palace or the muse? Didn't that woman Yao Yao kill you? Tsk tsk, young people just don't know how to restrain themselves, but don't be afraid, buddy has a magic medicine, I guarantee that you will be back in three days. Next time you drive, remember to bring me, it's better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone."

My originally heavy mood disappeared without a trace in an instant. With a dark face, Lao Bai was pulled behind by Brother Yaozi just as I was about to explain.

Brother Yaozi just stood in front of me and looked at me quietly. His eyes were very gentle, like an older brother. He looked at me for a moment, then reached out and patted my shoulder, sighing softly: "Just go home, just go home..."

My nose was sore, I turned my head away, and wiped the corners of my eyes silently.

It was at this moment that I suddenly realized that this place and the people in this place were much more important in my heart than I thought.

After a moment of silence, I turned my head and said to Brother Yaozi: "I'll go see Master."

Brother Yaozi nodded and pointed to the room where my master was in seclusion. When I turned around, I heard him sigh faintly, full of helplessness.

I felt even more guilty. If it weren't for me, Master wouldn't have fallen to this point. It was even more difficult to suppress all the emotions in my heart, and I hurried into the house.

The room was dark, and the lights were off. The incense burner in front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones in the living room was empty, unlike usual, when there were always three burning incense sticks in it. I guess it had been off for a long time, making everything here look deserted.

I walked through the living room and stepped into the room where he was meditating, and I finally saw him.

He just lay there quietly, his hair scattered everywhere, his face pale, his eyes closed, and he looked extremely weak.

At this moment, I finally couldn't hold back, tears rolled down, wiped them dry and flowed again, and I couldn't stop them.

How handsome and graceful was he in the past? He played the sword and sang, looking down on all directions, beheaded the ghost king in Luliang Mountain, and the evil spirits retreated, like an invincible fighting immortal!

It was he who gave me the faith to live, and the courage to fight against all evil spirits, but now... that invincible figure has fallen, and it was because of me. It is hard to describe how much guilt I feel at this moment.

Zhang Xinya was sitting next to him to accompany and take care of him. She looked extremely haggard, and after seeing me, she finally showed a smile on her face, but it looked pale and weak.

"You two have been through the gates of hell, so you must have a lot to say, right?"

Zhang Xinya stood up, walked to me and hugged me, then stood on tiptoes and kissed me gently on the forehead, then smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just celebrating your safe return."

I pulled the corners of my mouth and handed her the little task reward that Qingzhu gave me. After all, she is a money-grubber, and it's good to make her happy. However, she, whose eyes light up when she sees red bills on weekdays, finally just smiled far-fetchedly and told me that they have been trying to find a way. Recently, they went out to buy a lot of precious medicinal materials. They just happened to be short of money, so these came in time.

Then, she left.

It seems that Qingzhu didn't tell them about his fortune-telling. I can feel that everyone's heart is covered with a layer of gray haze.

Only my master and I were left in the room. I sighed, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times silently, and then stood up and checked his situation.

My master's condition was very strange. His breathing rate was very, very low. He only breathed once every thirty or forty seconds. I felt his pulse and it was very stable. It seemed that he was in a state of self-protection and in a deep state of sleep.

I sat down beside him, holding his cold hand, and chattered like a dream.

I talked about my experiences in Heixiazigou this time.

I also talked about my own progress.

In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I still hope that he can at least give me some response, even if it's just a smile. He will never know how much I, a useless apprentice, hope to get his recognition.

I kept talking like this, with endless words to say. Three or four hours passed in a flash. It was not until Zhang Xinya called me to eat that I finally left. Before leaving the house, I lit three incense sticks in front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones, which at least made me feel a little bit of human vitality, not the sadness of monkeys scattering when the tree fell.

After dinner, when I returned to the room, I found that several boxes of Liuwei Dihuang Pills had been placed on the table without knowing when, and there was a lewd message from Lao Bai on it - take a large amount, don't be afraid.

I really wanted to throw this thing on his face, but after thinking about it, I finally gave up and ate a large handful of it all at once, hoping that it would still be of some use.

Then, I climbed onto the kang and rummaged through the bookcase next to the pillow. Soon, I picked out a book "Black Witch Records" and read it carefully.

Soon, I found the information in my memory.

A piece of yellow paper, a compass, a silver needle, three taels of cinnabar, three inches of ink line, a small calligraphy brush...

These are all the things I need.

These things are naturally available in the Zhenwu Temple, and they are not rare things.

I looked outside. It was already very late. Lao Bai and the others probably went to bed early. I sneaked out and found these things in my master's room. After returning to the room, I immediately got busy.

First, I folded a little man with that piece of yellow paper.

Then, I dissolved the cinnabar with warm water, and then used a small calligraphy brush to dip the cinnabar, and wrote my birth date on the back of the paper man.

Finally, I used the silver needle to pierce my shoulders and chest on both sides. These places are all related to the three souls and seven spirits, except for the Guanyuan acupoint that controls the queyin. After taking blood from these acupoints, I soaked the blood in the corresponding places on the paper man, and then used the brush to concentrate on drawing talismans on the back of the paper man.

These talismans are very strange and extremely complicated. I devoted myself to it and compared it with the content in the book. I didn't realize that a person had appeared behind me silently, standing tall and graceful, with a bright red dress hanging on the ground. She was extremely beautiful, but the breath on her body made people dare not approach.

After watching for a while, Cang Yao suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God, are you making a soul-dividing paper man?!"

Cang Yao's eyebrows immediately raised, and he angrily said: "What did you call me?!"

"Uh..."

I immediately put out the fire, and at the same time couldn't help but look back and take a closer look at her.

Let me ask, which man in the world doesn't look at a beautiful girl a few more times? Even if he has no other thoughts, looking at a few times won't cause stye, right?

Unfortunately, this matter is not feasible for Cang Yao.

Later, I thought about it for a long time and finally figured it out. Even if she was approachable, she was a serious ancient person after all, and she was a royal family in a slave society. At that time, there was no such thing as equality between people. In the eyes of the superiors, human life was really like grass. Even if she was a clear stream, she didn't take human life too seriously. In addition, she came out of the battlefield with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There was naturally a kind of evil spirit on her body. The combination of the two made it difficult for people to look directly at her and stay away from her.

To put it bluntly, nobleness is natural and cannot be changed. She stands too high and I stand too low. The distance is too large, and there is no beauty. It will only make it difficult for us to understand each other and we can't have any thoughts at all!

So, I gave her a nickname of Yao Buju. Of course, I cursed her in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it out loud. She almost castrated me before, leaving a heavy psychological shadow. How dare I show it!

Unexpectedly, I was shocked and blurted it out.

I lowered my head, ready to be beaten...

However, Cang Yao did not do anything, but said quietly: "Who can lift it now?"

Instantly, I felt that my chest was stabbed with more than a dozen knives, and I was so depressed that I almost vomited blood.

Cang Yao quickly said: "But don't change the subject. Are you making a soul-splitting paper man? Are you crazy? Do you know that this kind of thing belongs to the black witchcraft of the art of exorcism? Even in the art of exorcism, it is the most evil. How many people have fallen for it? I think you don't want to live!"

I smiled bitterly, and finally nodded silently. After a moment of silence, I said: "I know everything you said, but... I can't live without madness."