Exorcism

The winter in the land of monsters has lasted for several years. It is still cold in August. It just snowed. It is cold enough to make the blood of living people coagulate. Lao Zhuang has thick skin and feels a little stiff after standing outside for a long time. So he wrestled with the big tiger. This was not a joke, but a fight with all his strength. There were no taboos except not using magic.

A monster and a tiger rolled in the snow, roaring louder and louder, shaking the snow on the trees to fall in pieces. After half an hour, they stopped. The big tiger lay in the snow and panted with tongue out. Lao Zhuang leaned on it and laughed foolishly. The two monster horns on his head flickered.

Lao Zhuang stretched out his hands to grab a piece of snow, rolled it into a snowball, and threw it to a nearby tree. This snowball was bigger than a human head, and the target of the attack was a head.

The bald man on the treetop heard the sound of wind behind him, jumped up and dodged the snowball, but the snowball was attached with a little magic, and exploded with a bang, and the bald man's head and face were covered with snowflakes. He turned his head and was about to shoot out red light, but when he saw that it was Lao Zhuang who was making trouble, he put away the red light and snorted coldly, "Aren't you crazy enough yet?"

"Boring." Lao Zhuang said with a smile.

"We are here to keep watch, but you are giving the enemy a tip-off." The bald man has always been conscientious in the tasks assigned to him, and he is dissatisfied with Lao Zhuang's casual attitude. He has been staring at the distance.

It has been a while since the animal trainers returned to the mainland. Mu Xingqiu needs time to absorb the magic calamity, and Yang Qingyin and others also need to practice the method of refining beasts, so they hide in an extremely desolate forest. There are few traces of birds and beasts here. There is no sign of any human or demon tribe within hundreds of miles, so Lao Zhuang is very relaxed.

"There's not even a ghost, who can I tell? Besides, I'm also practicing."

"You think this is practicing? What's the difference between fighting with wild kids? Even I don't play this game." The bald man flew over. Although his appearance was still childish, his expression was trying to be mature.

"The Spirit King said that the Great Dao has been lost for a long time. Sitting and thinking is practicing, and fighting in the snow is also considered." Lao Zhuang fiddled with the ears of the big tiger and tickled it.

The bald man flew around Lao Zhuang and the tiger king, "Speaking of cultivation - I don't think I see you very often. You two are either fighting or hanging out. You even hug each other when you sleep. What is your relationship?" Lao Zhuang sat up straight, staring, "What 'what relationship'? What do you want to say? What did others say? It's a male tiger..." The bald man was startled and stepped back a distance, confusedly saying, "I want to say that you two are like brothers, not like a beast trainer and a strange beast." Lao Zhuang grinned and leaned on the tiger king again, "We are brothers, but unfortunately I am not a tiger demon. It's not certain. The bloodline of the demon race is very complicated. Maybe I really have some tiger demon bloodline. Otherwise, why did I feel very familiar with the king when I met him, remember? I was the first to try the telepathic technique, and the king immediately chose me. "

The bald man didn't remember, and he thought that the big tiger was an easy-to-tame beast. No matter who used the telepathic technique, it would accept it foolishly. "Strange, since you can establish telepathy, why don't you use your imagination to help the king cultivate the demon pill? If it gets stronger, it means you get stronger."

Lao Zhuang waved his hand disapprovingly, "Neither the king nor I are good at being sorcerers. It's enough to know some small spells. Why refine demon pills? Sitting there motionless, I'm not interested."

The bald man moved closer, "There are no outsiders here. Tell me the truth, don't you know how to imagine?"

"Who said I can't?" Lao Zhuang blushed and straightened his chest again, "Didn't I establish telepathy with the king?"

The bald man glanced at the big tiger who was licking its front paws with its tongue, "Put your imagination again and let me see."

Lao Zhuang stood up, "I'm on guard, how can I have time to imagine? "

The bald man flew up and looked at Lao Zhuang, "Don't pretend, do you think you can really fool me? And I can help you."

"You?" Lao Zhuang didn't believe it. He was a beastmaster after all, and the bald man was just a flying head.

"After all, I was... a disciple of Pangshan. I read a lot of Taoist books in Laozufeng and I have studied meditation. When Xiaoqiu was a Taoist priest, he often asked me for advice." Bald man did read a lot of books. Although he preferred to look at the pictures in them, he also remembered a lot of cultivation methods.

Lao Zhuang looked at Bald Man in doubt, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Can you really help me?"

"I'm idle anyway. I can't practice myself, so I'll just realize my dream on you, but you have to tell the truth."

Lao Zhuang raised his hand, scratched one of his horns twice, and smiled foolishly: "I don't know what's going on. I can succeed in meditation occasionally, but most of the time it doesn't work. To be honest... I have never understood what meditation is. What's the difference between it and sleeping? "

"Why didn't you ask before? There are so many Taoists on the ship."

"The Taoists on the Feilong ship are all good people, but I don't like dealing with them."

"There are also independent cultivators and monsters. Everyone can think."

"Lao Zhuang scratched his horn again, "It's because everyone can do it that I don't want to ask. After establishing Lingxi with the king, I don't want to ask anymore. You will doubt the authenticity of Lingxi and maybe take the king away."

"Of course it's true." Lao Chong roared, "Didn't I say that occasionally I can enter a state of thinking? I don't know what's going on. Anyway, when I get confused, I close my eyes and open them. I thought it was over, the longest time I lasted was almost a quarter of an hour.”

The bald man smiled and said, "It's only been a quarter of an hour. In Pangshan, the disciples who farm are better than you."

"Haha, who told me to be a beast monster? Beast monsters are not good at thinking by nature." Lao Chuang found a reason for himself.

"Feifei is a cicada-winged demon, and he can also be considered a beast demon. Look at him, he can think while flying in the sky, and he can hold on for two or three days without any problem."

Feifei is so obsessed with practice that he even puts himself to shame among the Taoist priests among the beast masters. Lao Chong is even more impressed with his admiration, "Feifei was born in the wrong place. He should have been born into a human family and then become a Taoist priest. Otherwise... "

"There are not so many 'otherwise's. It's the difference between being serious and not being serious. Do you want to learn Cunxiang from me? Feifei also learned from me back then." The bald man was very proud. Indeed, a group of little demons once learned cultivation from him. , Feifei is one of them.

"Learn." Lao Chong said through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat people. He also hoped that the big tiger would be stronger.

"Cun is hard to say, easy to say. Let's start from the easy place first. Sit down, close your eyes, don't rush to clear your mind, just think about one thing first..."

"So there is still such a step, let me just say..." Lao Chong was already sitting in the snow. When he noticed that the bald man had a stern look on his face, he hurriedly shut up and closed his eyes.

Thinking is the basic skill of most cultivation methods. Casual cultivators and magicians can do it. The Taoism is just very demanding. Lao Chong is a beast demon and has a natural demon elixir. When other beast masters close their eyes, he also closes his eyes, but he always I couldn't get in, and I was too embarrassed to ask. As a result, I took the wrong seat even in the simplest first step.

Being able to establish a connection with the King Tiger was truly an accident and also his luck.

"Just think about one thing, the simpler the better, but don't fall asleep. Keep at it. When your thoughts are extremely simple, you will naturally enter a state of thinking."

Lao Chong groaned and tried his best to think about the big king tiger. The big king tiger was touched by the spiritual connection and lay there drowsily.

The bald man stared at Lao Chong and spoke softer and softer, "Don't open your eyes. No matter what happens, don't open your eyes. Keep thinking. Don't open your eyes..."

I can't make any sound anymore. Although I haven't entered the thinking state yet, I have found some clues.

The bald man landed lightly on the ground, and three strands of hair were scratched back and forth in the snow, more nimble than five human fingers. Soon, he twisted it into a snowball twice the size of his head.

"Let you have a taste of this." The bald man said in a very low voice. He still remembered his grudge. He couldn't use spells on his companions. In a fight, a hundred bald men were no match for the beast monster, so he could only fight with wits. "I A head doesn’t grow in vain.”

The bald man grabbed the snowball by his hair, raised it carefully, and flew until he hit his head. Just thinking about the scene where the snowball would hit him later made him want to laugh.

Everything is ready. As soon as you let go of your hair, Lao Chong will turn into a face full of snow.

But the bald man didn't move, because he saw a strange demon standing on the hill a hundred steps above. He and Lao Chongguang were chatting without anyone noticing.

It was a beast monster, not too tall, with no horns on its head, extremely thick and fluffy hair, covering most of its face, revealing dark eyes and long fangs. He was wearing tattered leather armor. , the left hand is the same as that of a human being, but the right hand has a shaggy wolf claw.

The beast monster appeared so suddenly that Bald Man forgot how to deal with it.

Moreover, this beast monster is very strange. It doesn’t look like it is here for a sneak attack. Its chest is rising and falling, and white steam is constantly coming out of its mouth. It looks extremely tired. It relies on the crazy energy of the beast monster’s instinct to persist until now. .

"Ho ho..." The beast monster stretched his arms forward, as if seeking help, and then he slowly knelt down, the fatigue and madness in his eyes disappeared.

There was a figure standing behind the beast monster, holding a fresh heart and staring at it.

"Oh my God." The bald man was shocked. Three strands of his hair were involuntarily released. The snowball fell and hit him between the two corners. He jumped up and suddenly flew the unprepared bald man more than ten feet into the air. .

Lao Chuang also saw the fallen beast monster and the standing figure on the hill, but his reaction was inexplicable. He wiped the snow from his face and asked blankly: "Mu Xingqiu, what are you doing... aren't you practicing? ? "What are you doing here?"

The figure on the hill is almost exactly the same as Mu Xingqiu, but his upper body is naked, his hair is disheveled, and his temperament is completely different from Mu Xingqiu.

The bald man descended from the sky, "That's not Brother Xiaoqiu! That's a brocade!"

Lao Chong also recognized him, and just as he was about to greet him warmly, Jin Cu came closer in a flash, holding his heart with one hand and grabbing Lao Chong's chest with the other.