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"Momo!"

The Remnant Sword did not move, as if the soul hidden in it was exhausted.

How to do?

The Taoist priest injected internal energy into the residual sword, and the lustrous luster overflowed from the silver blade, spreading out without a trace, cutting off the bamboo branches outside the building.

The invisible sword aura, the realm that countless swordsmen dream of, can easily be achieved with this residual sword.

Is the material of the sword peculiar?

The Taoist priest fell into deep thought again, but fortunately, he recovered again.

Now is the time to save the swordsman Momo, not the time for curious babies.

Well, the sect predecessors have said that it is like being detached from the soul, but it is not detached from the soul, so it is certain that at least Bai Zimo's consciousness and body are separated.

So how do I contact Momo?

It's useless to call upon souls. I have tried all kinds of spiritual calls, but it is useless.

So do you have to try the risk?

Taoists have the method of yin god coming out of the body, and Wang Ping'an knows how, so do you want to give it a try and use yin god to check this broken sword?

It's too dangerous.Wang Ping'an felt numb in his hands and feet when he was scared, and now his hands are already numb.

But Mo Mo couldn't help but save.

Let others come?

There are only a few people who have cultivated Yinshen, except for him, who are all elders, and it is impossible to help.

Then, try and try.

...

Fu Xixi once again ran away from home.

She was still worried about the swordsman, and was going to Guangdong to find Li Dingxun.

This year, the robbers on the road basically disappeared, so it is safe to travel. She followed the station to Guangzhou smoothly.

Why not go directly to Lianhua Mountain?

Because there is no money.

She decided to work in Guangzhou to earn a fortune before rushing.

Fu Xixi’s cooking skills are not what it used to be. Even simple dishes can be cooked with endless aftertaste. In the days when she was a cook in a Juxianlou, the business was booming, and the restaurant’s threshold was changed three times. Piece.

In July, the scorching sun is like a fire, walking on the street, if it is not cloudy, the strong glare can make people coma, not to mention the humid south, it is really stuffy and hot, like a steamer, everyone is like shrimp dumplings, old It's honestly spreading out, only when he is squeezed by his lips and teeth can he make a Q bomb sound.

The lip-tooth squeeze here is multifaceted. When the seller meets the buyer, it is squeezing. When the seller and the buyer are fighting, it is also squeezing. It is difficult to say which of the two is more different. The amount of sweat is almost the same anyway.So everyone is like a glutinous beef ball, sweating out when you move...

The only thing that can add sauce is herbal tea.

Everyone is drinking herbal tea.

Rich people have ice cellars, so come to iced ebony soup.

Fu Xixi also learned to make various Cantonese-style refreshments in the restaurant. In her eyes, the faces of pedestrians on the street melted under the strong light, like a group of walking char siu.

At this time, a piece of barbecued pork fell to the ground.

It just happened to be in front of the restaurant, this big sun, no matter what it is, it will kill people.

So a few children brought the people in, there was no place to put them, and they temporarily put them in the corner of the back kitchen, near the vent, where the masters of Bai An made ice drinks, and the temperature was still low.

Fu Xixi looked down at the man in white.

He is not heatstroke, he was injured and unconscious.

Chapter 157 The Yin God Out of Aperture, Taiwu Heritage, Reincarnation of the Swordsman

The Taoist murmured, "Ling talisman, method, soul-drawing flag..."

He stood at a table with many odds and ends, candles, incense burners, tributes, talisman paper, inkstones, etc.

There is a risk for Yin Shen to get out of his body, so you have to call in a protector.

The procedure is very complicated. Once started, almost every step has a corresponding spell to be recited.

Read the quiet incense mantra before the incense, make the inkstone curse in front of the inkstone, recite the Chinese ink curse before lifting the pen, recite the Chinese ink curse before dipping the ink, and write the magic curse before moving the pen...

At the end, recite the Master Curse of the Gods, summoning the guardian generals enshrined by Ranshan, but he is a great general, brilliant and majestic.

When Wang Ping'an saw the courtesy god general, he ordered his own affairs, saying that he would protect his Yin God from the evil wind by the army, and the god would agree one by one.

"Okay, Mo Mo, I'm here now." The Taoist was so scared that his lips were white, but he sat down cross-legged and fell into a calm state in an instant.

An aura of light rushed out from his fontanelle, trance like a small human figure, thin and translucent, like a crystal carved with a few rays of light, brilliant and bright, it was the yin god of the Taoist priest.

This Yin God has a perfect body and is not afraid of strong winds, which shows that the Taoist priests have superb cultivation.

The god will wave the flag and countless talismans flew out, and turned into a round golden ring around the small yin god. It is safer now.

Yin Shen flew to the remnant sword on the table and hovered for a while, hesitating, and finally plunged into it suddenly.

At this time, the door of the small building was kicked open, and a few old Taoists rushed in, "Peace! What are you doing!"

"Oh, he's out of his mind!"

"What is this, what is this!" His master was crying like a jackdaw with a grin.

...

Fu Xixi had planned to leave the restaurant, but because of taking in the white-clothed man, she stayed for a while longer.

It was really badly hurt and fever, so I was sober in the evening, and I was talking nonsense all night, and lost my breath before dawn.

The guys left in the middle of the night, staying alone, with the poor man by the bench in the back kitchen.

He was lying half-legged on a narrow wooden bench, his legs were still on the ground, and his head was slanted to one side.

"Xian'er... don't blame me." This man just dreamed, his lips were ticking, soaking his lips, and a layer of sweat on his body. In the light of the fire and the moonlight, his head seemed to be one. The porcelain ball is indeed bloodless.

Fu Xixi looked curious, who is Xian'er?