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Polluted Keel

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    The forest tends to be calm, as if nothing happened, quiet and peaceful, no one would have guessed that in this small forest close to the village, there was a locust tree spirit.

    Zhao Yu rummaged through the ashes for a long time, and found a palm-sized green and black stone-like object. He pondered for a while with the object that was suspected to be a stone, and then turned his head to Zhao Xuan who was waiting by the side: "Master, I  Found this, what is it?"

    Zhao Yu walked up to Zhao Xuan with the stone, and handed it to her.

    Zhao Xuan took it, regret flashed across her almond eyes, she sighed softly, and explained to her apprentice: "This is the keel that was sucked by the locust tree. Although the time for this locust tree to mature is short, its starting point  very high."

    The locust tree is not refined enough to absorb the entire keel, so it wants to refine it with its own cultivation, let the keel fit into its body, and become one with it, but it is just a wild way, and the keel is it  Can be refined?

    This piece of keel was polluted by the yin and evil spirit of the locust tree spirit, and the evil spirit was so heavy that it lost its original jade bone charm and was covered in dust!

    "Dragon, keel? Are there really dragons in this world?" Zhao Yu was startled, his black eyes widened.

    Zhao Xuan put away the contaminated keel, looked at the shocked apprentice, and joked: "Aren't you the descendant of the dragon!"

    Zhao Yu: "there is a dragon! Master, is the dragon the same as in Journey to the West, with antlers on its head and five claws?"

    Zhao Yu was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was very curious. Although he looked calm on weekdays, when he encountered such a miraculous thing for the first time, he couldn't hold back and jumped out.

    When Zhao Xuan heard him mention Journey to the West, Bai Run's cheeks twitched without a trace, she gave a faint "um", returned Qingfeng to her apprentice, and walked out of the woods.

    "Hey, Master, wait for me, tell me about the dragon!" Zhao Yu wrapped the sword in his arms and chased after him, yelling as he walked.

    Dragon The legendary dragon is so exciting. This kind of mythical beast really exists, not a myth!

    Well, Zhao Yu obviously forgot his identity at the moment.

    "What do you want to say, don't you know it by watching TV?" Zhao Xuan didn't want to talk to him.

    "TV is just an adaptation of a script, so it can't be true." Zhao Yu persisted.

    "No matter how it is adapted, it is derived from real events." Speaking of this, Zhao Xuan thought of the recent Journey to the West that was broadcast wildly on a certain station.

    She seriously doubted whether Mr. Wu, who wrote Journey to the West, was the apprentice of some immortal, or why he wrote the part about Sun Monkey making trouble in the Heavenly Palace in such detail.

    Hey, the one surnamed Sun and she actually share the same illness, and they are not seen by those self-proclaimed immortals in the heavenly court.

    During the conversation, the two walked out of the woods. As soon as they reached the edge of the woods, they saw three Yang family members lying on the ground.

    Yang Dashu and his two brothers wanted to follow Zhao Xuan and his disciples into the woods to see how they catch monsters, but they didn't want to. They were attacked by black mist as soon as they entered the woods. The unlucky Yang brothers fainted without even knowing what happened.

    Zhao Xuan looked at the situation of the three people, and saw that they were just evil spirits entering their bodies, and there was nothing serious about them.  She swept their hands across their faces to get rid of the evil spirit in their bodies, and together with Zhao Yu, they brought the three of them back to the village.

    The Yang family who were waiting at the entrance of the village were scared and nervous when they saw the three brothers who had been hunchbacked back.

    "Tianshi Zhao, who are they?" Uncle Yang walked up to Zhao Xuan and asked shyly.

    "Evil energy has entered the body, it's no big deal, just get some sleep." Zhao Xuan handed the person over to their family members.

    He said again: "The locust tree is gone, the sun is good today, you find someone to come out, and accompany me to the graveyard to light the Yin acupuncture point!"

    "Okay, okay, I'll let his uncle go with you." Uncle Yang didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly agreed, and then called Yang Dashu's uncle over and asked him to accompany Zhao Xuan and his apprentice to the cemetery.

    After arriving at the cemetery, Zhao Xuan squinted her almond-shaped eyes and glanced around, and then determined the location of the yin acupoint, "Let's just go here. The funeral will be at Yinshi tomorrow, and the burial will be at three quarters."

    The funeral and burial are all very particular. It is best not to have a funeral when it rains, but the opposite is true when it is buried. Rain is the most auspicious.

    ?It will rain again at around 6:30 am tomorrow morning, which is a good time for burials. The rain drenches the tombs for generations to come, and future generations will have the opportunity to make a fortune.

    Zhao Xuan asked the uncle of the Yang family to ask for the horoscope of the deceased's birthday, arranged them, and instructed: "Those who belong to the rooster and the dragon should avoid it tomorrow."

    Uncle Yang's face was full of respect, and he firmly remembered Zhao Xuan's confession. At this moment, he firmly believed in Zhao Xuan's words.

    Although when she tapped the acupoints, her handMr. Destiny's must-have food guy - there is no compass.

    After Zhao Xuan tapped the yin acupoints, she and Zhao Yu went back to the town.  As for the funeral tomorrow morning, she didn't have to go.

    There is a Taoist priest who sings the road for funerals in Longyin Town, so there is no need for her to show up.

    After Zhao Xuan left, something big or small happened in the Yang family village. For some reason, many of the people who helped deal with the descendants of the Yang family had diarrhea in the middle of the night. Fortunately, they only needed to send the funeral home the next day.  Spirit, there is no need for them to carry the coffin.

    Now that the millennium has just passed, the government is vigorously promoting cremation, but the profession of coffin bearer still exists and has not withdrawn from the stage of history.

    After the master and apprentice returned to the town, it was almost noon, and the first thing Zhao Yu did after returning home was to wipe his sword carefully.

    This sword was given to him by Zhao Xuan when he was twelve years old. It was his favorite. He still felt a little uncomfortable that his treasure was defiled by evil things.

    "The store will not be open for business during this time. I will be closed for half a month. You can go back to school today." After returning home, Zhao Xuan took a shower and changed clothes, washed her hands and smelled the fragrance, and stepped out of the bedroom.

    "Oh! Then I pack up and go back to school."

    Every time the master starts, he will retreat and adjust his breath for a period of time, Zhao Yu is used to it.

    Zhao Yu hung the sword on the wall of the main hall, then went back to the house to pack and change clothes, carried his schoolbag, greeted Zhao Xuan, and went to school.

    Zhao Xuan sent her apprentice away, locked the shop, and sat lazily on the rocking chair in the yard, stepping on the slab, slowly rocking the chair to play leisurely.

    She has this kind of skill, and she is still closed to ghosts. Her strong bad luck will be useless until the end of the world.

    Why!  Or, when Zhao Yu stopped studying, he would just move in with Ying Zheng as a neighbor, and let him help him suppress his luck by the way.

    In this world, there are only two people who don't shy away from her bad luck. One is Ying Zheng, who was supported by her immortal blood, and the other is the apprentice who is connected with her luck.

    Since Zhao Yu worshiped her as his teacher, the fate between the master and the apprentice is naturally closely linked. Of course, this situation is only in daily life.

    After she made a move, even Zhao Yu couldn't resist her bad luck.

    Therefore, I can only send him to school to avoid her most unlucky half a month.

    But even so, Zhao Xuan is very satisfied, and her bad luck is just minor troubles, and nothing major will happen.

    Zhao Xuan was bored on the rocking chair, she took out the keel she got from the locust tree spirit today, and observed it carefully.

    After a long time, her eyes drooped slightly, with a trace of regret.

    When she settled down in Longyin Town, she sensed that the town was covered by a faint dragon's breath. She originally wondered if there were dragons like her who had fallen to the mortal world.

    But I didn't expect that it was not wandering, but falling.

    Judging by the appearance of this keel, it should have been dead for some years, and I don't know why it died.

    A "beep" bell rang, bringing Zhao Xuan, who was immersed in her own thoughts, back to reality. She frowned slightly, put away the keel, got up and went to the store.

    Didn't she pull the phone line?  Why is it ringing again?

    Immediately after thinking about it, she knew what was going on, she shook her head and chuckled, it must be Zhao Yu who installed the telephone line!

    Forget it, I won't pay the phone bill next month, and I'll see who can still call me then.

    "Hello, who is it?" Zhao Xuan picked up the words and asked calmly.

    "Zhao¡ªXian¡ªJun." A stiff voice came from the other end of the phone without any ups and downs.

    Hearing the sound, Zhao Xuan knew who it was. Her eyes cut water, she smiled softly, tiptoed onto the high stool, and teased the other party: "Oh, the sun is coming out in the west, you are finally willing to leave your dead man's tomb  !"

    "My - coffin seems to be broken!"

    Zhao Xuan blinked her starry eyes, touched the jade ear, and said in disbelief, "It's only been a few decades, how could it be broken? Hey, don't fool me, how can the things produced by this great immortal be broken?"

    Hell, it's made by a fairy, but it's still broken?

    It doesn't make sense!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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