Chapter 12 Ghost

Gan Ping got up in the morning, looked at the fire that was still dormant, put it in a more comfortable place, and walked out of the door. As usual, I wandered around the village. In these days, the people in the village have accepted this little beggar who came to Majiaji. There are not many people in the village in the morning. Many of them are women who get up early and cook like Ma Zhang. Gan Ping greeted them one by one and slowly walked to the west square.

It's still early now. Above the square, it was empty. Seeing that there was no one around, Gan Ping quickly walked to the huge stone in the field, turned around the stone twice, rolled up his cuffs, and raised his arms. He estimated that he was right. There must have been something that he didn't know last night, which deepened Binghuo Rongyuan's decision a lot, and the strength of his body also greatly increased. Now he lifts this thousand catties of boulder like pinching a stone.

Carefully put the boulder back in place, he couldn't help but stand there and think about it, because Binghuo Rongyuan Jue was only a forging body, and there was no real mana, so Gan Ping didn't know how much progress he was. I only know that my physical strength has increased significantly, but I don't understand why. Last night, thanks to the fire monkey's innate power to control fire, I absorbed the endless spiritual power of the fire attribute in my body. Otherwise, Gan Ping would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

After thinking for a long time, he had no clue. He simply didn't think about it. Seeing that it was getting late, Gan Ping turned around and walked back. Along the way, I thought to myself that I should find a method to cultivate the true element of fire nature to practice, so that both inside and outside can we make rapid progress. But this method can't be obtained casually. Such skills can't be found at all in the secular world. Even the royal family of the Tang Dynasty can only send their children to visit the immortals in the mountains in the extreme west, which is favored by immortals. Ordinary people don't even think about it.

I only hate the evil magic that Xuan Mingzi has practiced. Otherwise, if you change any yuan god master, you will definitely remember a few fire skills. Thinking of Xuan Mingzi, Gan Ping suddenly remembered the ring hanging on his chest. In his memory, this is Xuan Mingzi's storage ring, which has the magic power of the mustard seed to absorb the world. Xuan Mingzi The continuation of my life is all in it. The accumulation of thousands of years is not small. I can only hate that what I practice is only the forging method. The magic power of Zhenyuan in the body is weak, but that trace of Zhenyuan is far from enough to open this ring.

Gan Ping, who was thinking about it, suddenly remembered something and couldn't help smiling happily. He suddenly remembered that if he branded the ring with the power of the soul, it didn't take much real power to apply the storage ring at will. In Xuan Mingzi's memory, there happens to be a secret magic of the ghost of Wangya Mountain in Dacuize. This heart method is the secret of Wangya Mountain.

Most of the evil methods practiced by the evil sect are evil, and there is a danger of counter-eating at any time. This ghost silk art is the secret method that has been passed down for thousands of years in Wangya Mountain. After practice, the power of the divine soul far exceeds that of the monks of the same level, which is enough to suppress evil objects and counter-eating, because after this secret method is practiced, it is mostly used to suppress those evil magic weapon spiritual decisions, which can The power of the soul drawn from the enemy is only a small part, so when the disciples of Wangya Mountain walked down the mountain, no one found the strangeness of this method.

Thinking of this underworld silk art, Gan Ping's heart can't help but be eager. This is one of the few magic decisions that can be practiced without killing and setting fire in the vein of Wangya Mountain. If you practice Xiaocheng, you can use the power of the soul to imprint the soul on the ring, so that only a trace is used. Zhen Yuanli can open the ring. Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to fly home and practice this underworld silk.

While thinking about it, Gan Ping heard the crying of women and couldn't help frowning. After living in Majiaji for more than two months, Gan Ping also has some understanding of this small village. The people in the village are simple and kind. They are as close as a family. Even if the two families have any disputes, they will negotiate peacefully. Even couples rarely quarrel. The village is very small. When it comes to the village, it shouts loudly. The front of the village can be heard clearly. The quarrel between the couple in the family is louder. Half of the village knows it. What disputes between husband and wife have, they all closed the door and secretly said in the house. Now this woman is crying like this for the first time that Gan Ping has heard it.

Following the sound, I found that there were three floors outside the house full of people who were crying. Gan Ping was small. Although he was strong, he did not dare to squeeze, so he had to walk around outside the door. Listening to the heartbreaking crying of the woman inside, mixed with shouting and scolding, I couldn't help but be surprised. What Gan usually knows is the cousin's house of the village head, Mr. Ma. The village head is named Ma Xiuyuan, and the old man in this family is named Ma Xiuming. Two days ago, the family had a wedding. His youngest son married a girl from another village and came back. Why did the family start to make a fuss in a few days?

While Gan Ping was turning around outside and couldn't break through the crowd to enter, Mr. Zhang's voice came from behind: "Gan Ping, what are you doing here?" Gan Ping quickly put on his clothes and saw Mr. Zhang standing with the old horse. He quickly said, "My disciple got up in the morning and heard a cry here, so he looked for it to see if there was anything that could help."

The old horse head next to him saw Gan Ping standing there like a little adult, and his words were also rigid and eye-catching. He couldn't help but find it interesting. He said, "What can you help, a child? But my heart is good." Mr. Zhang looked at Xiao Ganping with bright eyes. He knew that his disciple was extremely intelligent and in the old city. Although he was young, he could not be underestimated.

At this time, the old horse tiptoed up and looked inside, reached out and patted the tall young man in front of him, and asked loudly, "What's the matter? It's noisy." The young man was looking inside because of his height. He felt that someone was patting himself. Looking back, he quickly bowed down and said, "Good morning, second uncle, ah, sir. Good morning, Mr. Zhang." Mr. Zhang has been teaching books in the village for nearly ten years. Many young people live under the power of Mr. Zhang when they are young. The young man in front of him must have suffered a lot in those years.

Mr. Zhang took a look at him and asked, "Ma Yangzong, let me ask you, why is it so noisy inside?" With this inquiry, Ma Yangzong couldn't help shrinking his neck. He hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "I'm telling you, my disciples are not very clear. I just saw that the new daughter-in-law of the fifth uncle's family seemed to be crazy, crying and scolding there. And... Well, the disciple felt like this..." At this point, he looked up at the old horse next to him. Seeing this, the old horse slapped him on the head fiercely and scolded, "Sir, what do you think I'm doing?" The young man ate it for no reason and couldn't help saying a little aggrievedly, "My disciple feels like he has been evil."

Ma Yangzong was looking inside just now, but he saw the new daughter-in-law of the family sitting on the ground crying and making noise, and her clothes were torn apart, revealing a large area of white skin. He was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and his family was not married. He had never seen this situation. When he stared at the exposed white meat, he was caught by his second uncle and husband. Of course, he hesitated when he spoke, and he knew that his husband didn't believe in these strange things the most, so he looked at the old horse and ate it. A slap for no reason.

As soon as the old horse heard this, he quickly stared at him. Ma Yangzong touched his nose and felt particularly wronged. I didn't want to say it. You insisted on me to say it. Why did you blame me? The old horse said, "Mr. Zhang, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. I'll deal with it. You can go back and teach the children." This is also said reluctantly. Gan Ping and others have to go to class every afternoon. It's time to practice boxing in the morning. It's still early. What class do they have?

Mr. Zhang also saw what he meant and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. It's still early. I'll let you see what's going on later." The old horse stopped him in a hurry and said, "Oh, my Mr. Zhang, this thing is not clean. We are not afraid of this. You, a teacher, don't go there." The old horse knows that hitting evil is not a good thing. There is only such a teacher in the village. In case something happens, what will happen to the dolls all over the village?

Hearing this, Mr. Zhang looked awe-hearted and said, "How can ghosts be trusted? Even if there is a ghost, Gan Ping, how do I usually teach you? When Gan Ping heard the words, he immediately straightened his chest and answered in a crisp voice, "The people of our generation have a magnificent spirit in their chests. They are upright. Why are they afraid of ghosts?" It was Mr. Zhang's words a few days ago.

Mr. Zhang took a look at the village head and said, "Village Ma, let's see how the situation is first." Seeing that he could not persuade the stubborn scholar, the old horse had to stamp his feet, separate the crowd, and take Mr. Zhang in. Gan Ping took the opportunity to follow them and followed them in.

Seeing that the village head was coming, everyone hurriedly got out of the way. At this time, Gan Ping saw the situation in the room. A large family surrounded a woman in red. The woman sat on the ground crying and cursing. It seemed that she was the new daughter-in-law who had passed the door two days ago. The woman was not very old. Her hair covered her face and she couldn't see her face clearly. Her red clothes were torn and tattered, revealing the white clothes and pieces of white flesh inside, which could see the men around her swallowing saliva.

After Mr. Zhang came in, he regretted it. He hurriedly turned his eyes and looked aside, muttering words such as rudeness. Seeing this, the old horse immediately took out the majesty of his village head and turned to the onlookers behind him and shouted, "What are you looking at? Is there no work left? Disperse, disperse, do what to do, hurry up, who, close the window for me, you, you, close the door for me, yes, talk about you, open the door on this cold day, open the window, go out. Ma Yangzong, come here."

The old horse head kicked the onlookers out and saw Ma Yangzong running over and nodding for a while, "Uncle, what's the matter?" With that, he poked his head and looked at the little daughter-in-law crying on the ground. Seeing him like this, the old horse reached out and slapped him on the head again. "Go, find Li Erniang for me, you bastard, look at the ball."

Ma Yangzong shrank his neck, turned around and ran away. After finishing this, the old horse turned his head to look at the people in the room. Just as the village elder Matou was doing these things, Gan Ping had already seen the situation of the woman in front of him. Although Binghuo Rongyuan is a special method forging, there is also a trace of true Yuan's spiritual power in his body for so long. He is clear and clear, which is clearer than these ordinary people.

The woman in front of him lowered her head and cried and cursed, but in Gan Ping's eyes, it was another scene. A layer of gray smoke was covering the woman. He frowned slightly and ran the spiritual power to his eyes. He couldn't help but be surprised.