Chapter 83 Master Master
Alchemist Guild.
On the altar with soul flags all over the altar, Yu Que was sitting cross-legged in the center, his back exposed, and a mark in the shape of a villain was in the middle of his back, which looked bright and red.
There was also strong smoke from incense candles, surrounding him and making him look extremely mysterious and strange.
Huang Guishan was also on the altar, holding a copper coin sword in his hand, carrying the sword behind his back, and pacing around the altar with an anxious look on his face.
"This kid, hey, why hasn't he come to his senses yet?"
Huang Guishan thought in his heart: "I have told him a long time ago. With my level and my relationship with the president's wife, even if I go there in person and encounter a seventh-grade ghost, there won't be any problems."< br>
It turned out that when Huang Guishan kowtowed and was about to reply to the first lady, it was Yu Que who stepped onto the altar first. Unable to bear the danger, he took the initiative to expose his life-saving trap.
After several attempts at persuasion, Huang Guishan really couldn't defeat him, so he had no choice but to agree to his trip to save his life, while he protected him in the guild.
But even so, a trace of Yu Que's soul is hidden in his hair. If he encounters an accident outside, although he won't be implicated and his soul is shattered, his soul will be severely injured and he won't be able to recover for less than half a year.
This is the result of him using the dreaming method of Madam Huichang as a blessing and practicing the visualization method himself.
If it were anyone else, if either one of the two was missing, either the whole Yin Shen would have to travel, and if it died, the whole person would die, or once it was injured, the source would be damaged, which would most likely affect the path to immortality.
Suddenly, the soul flags on the altar flickered, attracting the attention of many people.
Huang Guishan, who was pacing on the altar, also had sharp eyes, staring closely at Yu Que's body.
Sizzle!
I saw that the incense candle smoke wrapped around Yu Que was disappearing at a rapid speed. At the same time, three groups of flames appeared on Yu Que's head and shoulders, and a mysterious aura was burned out of them. In the eight-foot scroll.
"No, it was the president's wife who took action."
Huang Guishan's face was nervous. He could tell at a glance that something happened in the Fu family's ancestral hall. Yu Que could not get rid of the old ghost in the Fu family by himself, so he had to get rid of the old ghost in the Fu family. Please come out.
With this invitation, Yu Que's three treasures of energy and spirit gathered together into candles and burned fiercely to support the fighting skills of the president's wife.
Fortunately, Huang Guishan stared nervously for a few breaths, and he found that Yu Que's energy consumption rate, although it should not be underestimated, did not continue to increase.
This proves that the situation in the Fu family ancestral hall is still within Yu Que's control.
But despite this, Huang Guishan's heart was still beating: "This kid..."
Finally, when he was anxiously pacing back and forth for an unknown number of times, the soul flags on the altar made an unprecedented sound, exploding like firecrackers.
As for Yu Que in the center of the altar, he woke up from his dream, opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This movement surprised everyone who was watching the practice:
"Did this boy fail in his battle of wits?"
Huang Guishan's face was even more anxious. He immediately made the secret and appeared behind Yu Que. He raised his hands and drank softly:
"Boy, don't panic, madam, don't go home. Huang will offer the Three Treasures right now and come to help you!"
But a muffled sound came from the scroll, and a weak shout sounded from the remaining gap:
"It doesn't have to be this way."
Huang Guishan looked hesitant. He held the magic formula and turned to Yu Que. He saw that although Yu Que's face was pale, there was no sadness on his face, but a smile.
The remaining gaps are as thin as mosquitoes and flies:
"The old ghost of the Fu family has been put into the military jar by the younger generation. I also ask Master Huang to take the jar back for the younger generation quickly. Otherwise, something will change later."
Huang Guishan was extremely surprised by this answer:
"If that's the case, why is your soul still damaged and suffering backlash?"
At this time, an angry snort came from the scroll above the two people's heads and rang in their ears:
"That's because this kid put himself into the jar in order to collect ghosts. He's so brave!
And he is really heartless, so he doesn't give any benefits, and even my mother's thoughts are forced to accept it. ”
From the originally blank scroll, a figure of a girl with heavy makeup slowly emerged and became clear, with a slightly sulky face.
The leader’s wife continued to hum:
"Go and get that jar back quickly, otherwise it will be too late. There is nothing wrong with my distracted thoughts, but if a ray of this kid's soul is assimilated by the old ghost in the jar, it will really cost a lot of money."
Although Yu Que was separated from his soul and thoughts at this moment and suffered backlash, if he could get it back in time and refine it back into his body, he would only be in a state of depression for a few days at most, without any serious problems.
But if you fail to get it back in time, you will be guilty. You will not be able to recover your energy for at least three months, and you will not be able to use your spiritual consciousness or open an altar for half a year.
Of course, he was under the protection of the president's wife throughout the whole process, and he knew it well, so he would not hurt his origin no matter what.
When Yu Que heard the words of the president's wife, he did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. Instead, he kowtowed to her with great gratitude: "It is my fault that I have implicated my wife."
When Huang Guishan saw this, he completely understood.
"Huang knows!"
The man's face was straight, and he raised his hand toward the scroll without missing a breath.
Holding the copper coin sword, he stepped out of the altar with a whoosh, his figure was erratic, and there were little will-o'-the-wisps rising from his feet, and he ran straight out of the guild.
The actions of the old man and the young man on the altar made the people watching the action look even more surprised.
"The trick really failed, was someone countering it...Did Huang pick up his sword to kill someone?"
Someone muttered:
"But it doesn't look like it. The little one can still joke, but he looks half-dead."
Around the altar, there were a group of people with narrowed eyes. They looked at the direction Huang Guishan was leaving, and seemed to want to follow him to join in the fun.
However, although people in the guild knew that Master Yu Que and his disciples were fighting in the air, they did not know where the other fighting place was.
This makes them have no idea even if they want to fish in troubled waters.
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After Huang Guishan left.
Yu Que sat cross-legged on the altar alone, extremely weak.
He felt as if he had stayed up all night for seven nights. His whole body was empty, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.
But he endured it, made a fist with both hands, and inserted it fiercely into his thigh, forcing his mind to clear up a little without falling into drowsiness.
Although this place is the alchemist's academy, there is no one close to him, and his uncle's family is still waiting in the quiet room with fear.
If he falls asleep, it will inevitably give Xiaoxiao an opportunity to take advantage of him.
Once someone "kindly" comes to help, it will be troublesome.
Fortunately, it was only more than a quarter of an hour.
Huang Guishan held a sword in one hand and a pot in the other. He flew from the front yard and landed on the altar with a face full of joy.
He was covered in red and sweating profusely, obviously exhausted, but he just excitedly said to Yu Que:
"Boy, Huang is lucky enough to live up to his fate!"
Yu Que's eyelids were already closed nine points at this moment, and his body was swaying in a daze.
Hearing Huang Guishan's voice, he seemed to have regained his consciousness and raised his eyelids three points more.
At this moment, Yu Que's vision was blurred, but he was still able to sense the wisp of spiritual thoughts in the jar of soldiers and horses.
He looked at Huang Guishan with dull eyes, a relieved smile on his face, and whispered:
"Master, thank you..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Que's mind was completely relaxed and he passed out immediately.
This move made Huang Guishan look shocked.
He quickly supported Yu Que's fallen body, took out a ray of soul from the military horse jar, and punched it into Yu Que's head.
Immediately afterwards, Huang Guishan checked Yu Que completely, but fortunately, he found nothing strange.
Yu Que just looked like he had consumed a lot of energy and blood, and his mind was exhausted. It was nothing serious.
But Huang Guishan was still worried, and put his ear next to Yu Que, listening carefully until he heard a purr like a kitten, and he was sleeping soundly.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
On the altar, this man supported Yu Que, his eyes were dazed, and he slowly picked up his beard. He looked happy but hesitated and muttered: "Wait a minute, what did this kid call me just now..."
Huang Guishan glanced at Yu Que curiously for a few times, then coughed slightly and said to himself reservedly: "It's Master."
(End of chapter)