Sister, you miss me

Seeing Yang Feng's intimidation, Jing Song laughed loudly: "Who wants to kill you? Who wants to kill you?"

"Then what is your purpose?"

"Let me ask you first, how did you get the Spirit Devouring Orb?"

Yang Feng curled his lips: "The Daoist is an expert outside the world, so what else do you not know?"

Jing Song chuckled, "Even though Pang Dao has some tricks, it's not everything."

"If I said that it fell from the sky and hit me, would you believe it?"

"Believe!" Jing Song nodded, "I can still see your truth and lies."

"you……"

"carry on."

"Continue what?"

"How do you know that you are a pure Yin body?"

"My dad told me."

"My father?"

"Yes, he is a doctor."

Jing Song nodded slightly: "My father is not an ordinary doctor."

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Dao Master, you guessed wrong this time. My dad is a thief and ordinary doctor, and his medical skills are also very unsatisfactory. If it weren't for me to help..."

Having said this, Yang Feng stopped immediately, and he secretly accused himself of being young, without the slightest city mansion, and straightforward.

Jing Song really grasped the key: "How do you help?"

"Oh! Dao! Master, anyway, you basically know everything about me, so I'll tell you everything, but when I'm done explaining, you have to answer a few questions to me. You must make me understand."

Jing Song smiled: "Your answer satisfied me."

"I know everything I can say, and I can't say enough. This bead from the sky broke my head for the first time, and I almost didn't want it."

"so close."

"Yes. Take it home, and I found it is not an ordinary bead."

"Why not ordinary?"

"I can see and absorb sickness."

"and then?"

"You can also release the sickness and attack the enemy according to my will."

"Then you know it is called Spirit Devouring Orb?"

"I didn't know, maybe it was because I absorbed enough sick energy, and the beads gradually changed. After the mottled shell was removed, I saw the two words."

"The results of it?"

"As a result it followed my tendons and entered my brain."

"In addition to being able to absorb sickness, what else do you find?"

Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "My reaction speed is much faster."

"Oh, how fast?"

"Almost to be able to see the trajectory of the free fall."

Jing Song was slightly surprised: "What else?"

"Never forget."

Jing Song nodded slightly and was satisfied with Yang Feng's answer. He looked at Yang Feng and said, "With the Spirit Devouring Orb, you have completed the Diaosi counterattack. Are you having a good time now?"

"Uh...The Daoist really keeps pace with the times."

"Don't interrupt, are you satisfied with your current life?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "What's the matter now? But the road still has to go step by step. Go to university, finish university, start a business, build a financial empire..."

"Ambition is high." Jing Song smiled and nodded, "Ambition is good, but the road is tortuous."

"Of course I know."

"You don't know!" Jing Song shook his head slightly: "You must be very confident, even arrogant, pretentious, thinking that the world is invincible."

"I……"

"You are born with a pure Yin body. Because of this, you can fuse the Spirit Devouring Orb. Now you are no longer an ordinary person, and you will slowly see a new world that is different from your ordinary people. world."

"you are right……"

"Xiujie." Jing Song shook his head as soon as he finished speaking, "It's too early to tell you this. Now you can speak up if you have any questions."

Yang Feng sorted out his thoughts and said, "What is the body of pure Yin?"

"Didn't your father tell you?"

"Speaking, I don't know if it is credible."

"How did he say?"

"He said, this constitution can't do anything until it is cured."

"So what? What?"

"You cannot break your body, you cannot sleep with a woman."

Jing Song chuckled and said, "Your father was right, Yuan Yang let out, and immediately died.

"So dangerous?"

Jing Song smiled and said, "Clean yourself and take care of yourself. The next question."

"The origin of the Spirit Devouring Orb."

Jing Song squinted his eyes, seeming to remember the past. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "The Spirit Devouring Orb has a long history. It is said to be a token of the head of the ghost doctors.

"Ghost Doctor?"

Jing Song nodded: "The line of ghost doctors originated in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The Patriarch is Guiguzi. The world only knows that Guiguzi cultivated Su Qin and Zhang Yi, but he didn't know that he also founded the ghost doctor school."

Yang Feng heard a mush in his head: "You mean the ghost doctor school is still there?"

"of course."

"Then why doesn't his boss take the tokens seriously, but use them to smash the heads of passersby?"

Jing Song laughed loudly: "If the current ghost doctor hears you, he will vomit blood and die. This Spirit Devouring Orb is spiritual and will automatically recognize the Lord."

"Since I have got the treasure of the head, can I sit as the head of the ghost doctor?"

Yang Feng has no time to consider the authenticity of Jing Song’s words, but he has already begun to think about things. If he becomes the head, he must get four servants of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum, winter plum.

Seeing Yang Feng's wretched face, Jing Song sneered: "Daydreaming! Yang Feng, haven't you heard a word, everyone is not guilty and guilty?"

"of course."

"After you get the Spirit Devouring Orb, you are overwhelmed, don't know how to converge, don't know what low-key is, your ability has been paid attention to by relevant departments.

"what?"

"I am by no means alarmist." Jing Song paused, "It's more than that, a few families are already eyeing you."

"What? Family?"

"Su Family."

"The Su Family?" Yang Feng was surprised and inexplicably: "What is the Su Family?"

"The Su family can be regarded as a deeply rooted family in southern Shun Province. The family has a history of more than a thousand years. It is intricately rooted and has strong financial resources. It has been engaged in the traditional Chinese medicine business for generations and has a strong voice in your place."

"Is Su Qinxin from the Su family?" Yang Feng blurted out. The reason why he asked this was because Su Qinxin knew his diet well after thinking of one thing.

Jing Song shook his head: "I don't know this person. Well, there is one last question."

Yang Feng has many questions, but Jing Song only asked to mention one. Yang Feng weighed it up, and finally asked: "Why did you come to me? What is your purpose?"

Jing Song smiled and said, "If I say you are the person I am looking for, do you believe it or not?"

"Believe! It's like believing that I am a pure Yin body."

"So you still don't believe it."

"No way, I only know if I try."

"That way you will die."

"I haven't seen ghosts, I never believe in ghosts."

Jing Song sighed, "You are quite stubborn."

"No, I seem to think that is nonsense."

"I'd rather trust it to have it than you can't believe it. Life is precious, only once."

"What should I do then? I am a normal man. When I see a woman I like, I will react. Would you let me be a monk and guard the boy for the rest of my life?"

Jing Song shook his head: "That's why I am looking for you. We are destined. This is a cause and effect, and you can't escape."

"What do you mean?"

"This school has a set of secret books, called "Nine Yang Gong", only you can practice it with pure Yin."

"and then?"

"After the cultivation, the yin qi is gone, and the pure yin body will heal without treatment."

"And then?"

"Take my mantle and inheritance."

"You let me be a Taoist priest?" Yang Feng exploded as soon as he heard it: "If you are from Wudang, Emei, Qingcheng, etc., I will pick you up. You can see what your Luofeng Guanchao is like? Hurt me?"

Jing Song laughed and cried, "Yang Feng, so you think so. Those sects have clear rules and precepts. Even the head of the school has no freedom to go. It's like this school has no rules, a single sword, and thousands of miles."

"What you mean is that you are the only one in your school. Dare to ask what's your name?"

"Qionghua."

"Never heard of it." Yang Feng couldn't help shaking his head.

"There is another name, you must have heard it, called Kunlun."

Yang Feng curled his lips, full of disapproval, Kunlun?You dare to call!

Of course Jing Song could see Yang Feng's thoughts, and said: "This matter is beneficial to you without any harm, you might as well consider it again."

"I don't believe that there are free lunches in this world."

"Of course you have obligations, but it is not practical for you now."

Yang Feng wavered a little: "Would you like me to watch "Nine Sun Gong"?"

"Okay, give me your cell phone, and I will send you the electronic version."

"Huh?" Yang Feng's eyes widened: "Aren't you saying that this is a secret, there is an electronic version?"

"Advance with the times!" Jing Song slapped his head: "I have forgotten what you have done before, wait a moment."

Yang Feng watched Jing Song turn into the back hall, and soon held out a jade box in both hands.The jade box was like a drawer, Jing Song opened it and took out an ancient book from it.

It is not so much a book as it is a jade.

A few pages of palm-sized jade pieces, punched on one side and fixed with jade rings for turning pages.

The jade pieces are as thin as paper, crystal clear, and warm to the touch.

Holding "Nine Sun Gong", Yang Feng is already a little moved. If this few pages of jade book is really real, the workmanship alone would be breathtaking.

The title page is engraved with the three seal characters "Nine Yang Gong", but when you turn the title page, it is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Yang Feng looked at Jing Song in surprise, but Jing Song looked up at the sky, and then said: "The hour is almost the same, look again."

Yang Feng raised his hands slightly, it was the setting sun at this time, and a ray of sunset projected in from the skylight, covering the jade book.

Suddenly, the pages of the book were so flourishing that people couldn't look directly at it. Yang Feng closed his eyes and adapted to it. When he opened it again, he saw an unbelievable scene.

The setting sun was launched onto the shadow wall of the Taoist temple, and each oracle bone inscription seemed to be printed on it.

Yang Feng has not dabbled in oracle bone inscriptions, but he clearly understands the meaning.

As time goes by, the position of the sunset keeps changing. Every word Yang Feng has just read will disappear by itself.