I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 12
When encountering a demon, yin and yang alternate.

Li Qingfeng finished today's practice and lay down on the bed.

Against the dim light of the oil lamp on the table, the Zunhun banner was arranged over and over again.

His eyes were not focused, and he had already lost his mind.

The once-in-ten-year handover task, the immortal masters in Bafang City are finally leaving, and they also promised to take away a group of people with immortal fate.

It's a pity that the news was four months late.

"Hunban, do I want to meet the Righteous Immortal Master guarding the county?"

Li Qingfeng eagerly wanted to meet someone of the same kind, but was worried about his own cultivation skills.

The issue of orthodoxy is not a small issue.

Many people, what kind of master they worship, will be marked with what kind of mark in this life.

Is it possible to change the court at will?

What's more, he is the root of five spirits.

Is it possible to practice fast without using magic skills?

The side effects of the blood-bale Dafa are already considered small, and it only needs the blood-bale energy to assist in the practice, so that people can quickly accumulate mana.

The disadvantage is that the evil spirit of blood affects the mind, and it is easy to have a violent breath in the heart.

Most of the orthodox immortal arts are known for being peaceful and peaceful.

Hearing Li Qingfeng's nonsense, Tu Shanjun said nothing.

Although Tu Shanjun already had an idea when this question came up, he still thought about it carefully.

In the end, he clearly opposed Li Qingfeng's contact with righteous monks, at least not now.

After a while, there was a slight snoring sound in the room.

Wubao blew out the oil lamp, closed the door and went to sleep in the side room.

Li Qingfeng, who was lying on the bed, was breathing steadily, and he did not let go while holding the banner of the soul.

It just happened to provide convenience for Tu Shanjun.

"Dream."

Dreams are not complicated.

Tu Shanjun only needs to reproduce one scene.

The scene he reproduced was a clearing on the top of a mountain.

Clouds and mists linger, the sky is blue and the sun is white.

Surrounded by cliffs, it seems that the whole world is only left with this square inch.

Li Qingfeng felt that he was falling, opened his eyes halfway, and appeared on this inexplicable mountain top.

At the end of the cloud and mist stands a figure from behind.

Now that the scene has been constructed to make the Banner Lord fall into a dream, then a cut-in identity is also needed.

Tu Shanjun considered whether to use Zhao Shixian's identity.

Since Li Qingfeng filled Zhao Shixian's grave as a tomb, and obtained Zhao Shixian's immortal cultivation skills and magic tools, he should always get close to Zhao Shixian, and even treat him as a master.

If contacted in such a capacity, it will undoubtedly get twice the result with half the effort.

But in turn, he was overthrown by Tu Shanjun.

Using a lie as the basis of everything often requires countless lies to make up for, and even natural cracks in existence.

It would be too inexplicable if someone from outside the world cuts in.

As long as Li Qingfeng's logic is correct, he will wonder why there is a Dream Fairy.

Five spiritual roots belong to false spiritual roots.

Experts outside the world would never pay attention to such a talented person.

In the end, he might only get close to the ghosts and ghosts, thinking that he was bewitched by ghosts.

So, after thinking about it, Tu Shanjun planned to meet Li Qingfeng in the original form of the main soul.

Li Qingfeng felt that the back was very familiar.

Suddenly the wind blows and the clouds fade.

The figure turned around.

Blue face and red pupils, red hair loose.

It looks like a ferocious ghost.

Immediately frightened Li Qingfeng, he turned around and was about to run away.

But he remembered what happened at noon, the more he couldn't escape at such a time.

He was about to use his mana, but he found that he couldn't seem to mobilize it.

The inability to mobilize mana immediately made Li Qingfeng flustered, he hurriedly groped into his bosom, but it was empty.

The soul banner that was supposed to stay there quietly disappeared.

"The artifact is gone?"

Without the honored soul flag in his hand, Li Qingfeng suddenly felt flustered.

After retreating only a dozen steps, there is a cliff with no way to retreat.

The ghost was dressed in a black robe, and the light black mist was lingering, making it hard to see clearly.

The appearance of the evil spirit is very clear.

If you take a closer look, it's not the main ghost of the evil spirit that jumped out from the banner of the honored soul.

"It's you."

Li Qingfeng's heart was still in his throat, but he was much calmer than before.

At least he has recognized the true face of the ghost in the dream.

Tu Shanjun sized up Li Qingfeng.

A fair and clean scholar with a handsome appearance and heroic eyebrows.

It looks imposing.

Li Qingfeng tensed up, his maroon pupils narrowed slightly, and the arm hidden under the sleeve robe trembled uncontrollably.

This is a face-to-face with a fierce evil spirit.

Even if he knew it was the main soul in the Zunhun Banner Magical Artifact, Li Qingfeng had no idea.

All the calculations and estimates in the past have now become floating clouds.

The front line of life and death is tied in the hands of evil spirits.

How can this situation not be fearful?

Tu Shanjun walked up to Li Qingfeng and looked down from a high position.

Li Qingfeng only felt that the ferocious ghost in front of him was so tall, it was seven feet tall under visual circumstances.

It should be noted that his height is only five feet six inches.

The sinister and ferocious aura coming towards his face made him feel very uncomfortable.

The tall evil ghost did not make things difficult for him, but made a gesture of raising his hands.

He glanced at him like a martial arts instructor.

Li Qingfeng didn't know why he felt this way.

But looking directly at those scarlet eyes, and all the linked actions, all showed that the evil spirit seemed to want to teach him something.

"No way."

Li Qingfeng forced a smile, but his stiff body did not move as he wished.

The evil ghost seemed to understand this, and patted him on the shoulder.

With this beat, all of Li Qingfeng's tension dissipated in an instant.

The evil ghost gestured against the sky, the black mist condensed into words, and the scriptures and manuals of Demon Ape Determination Fist appeared in front of Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng paused every word: "Devil Ape Determination Fist."

"It's really a boxing book!"

Read it well, memorize it by heart, and remember the three moves.

The evil spirits even corrected his actions one by one.

Don't stop until the action is completely in line with the standard.

Even a martial arts school that has paid money does not have such a master who teaches people by hand.

Martial arts are like scriptures, which should not be passed on lightly.

Pass on the inside without wearing the outside, pass on the son but not the daughter.

In fact, reading also has interpretations of the scriptures. His family spent a lot of money to learn the scriptures from a down-and-out scholar's family.

But those are not as absurd as they are now.

It turned out to be an evil ghost passing on boxing and teaching in a dream.

No one will believe you when you say it.

Before that, if someone told Li Qingfeng that he was taught martial arts by a ghost, he would think that the other party was probably suffering from hysteria.

Or they provoked demons and ghosts, and fell into a dream to take people's lives.

How could I have thought that I would have such a bizarre experience.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng has already familiarized himself with the boxing manual, and practiced the three forms well, Tu Shanjun also felt that the time was almost up.

With a wave of hands, the clouds and mist swirl.

The blue sky and the day turned into fresh air.

Li Qingfeng opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly opened his eyes.

He woke up.

"It's a dream."

Li Qingfeng was quite puzzled why he had a dream, and it was such an absurd dream.

Is it day thinking and night dreaming?
But that dream was too real.

Putting on the boots, Li Qingfeng lit the oil lamp, and hurriedly wrote the boxing score silently.

Actually wrote it out.

Destroying the written boxing score, Li Qingfeng recalled in a daze.

The things in the dream are vivid.

Exercising the three-style boxing method is unfamiliar, but I feel as if I have practiced it many times.

Li Qingfeng suppressed the excitement in his heart, and held up the soul banner.

Not only does his own respectful soul banner master soul not bite him, but he also teaches him boxing scores. This is simply a kind treasure.

When facing the evil spirit of the main spirit, he knew that he was not an opponent, it was too oppressive.

But this also confirmed his idea even more.

The main spirit and evil spirit didn't want to bite him back.

Even though the evil spirit possessed such a high spiritual intelligence, he was surprised and even terrified when he thought about it, but at least it proved that the evil spirit, the main soul, would not harm him rashly.

Open the window and observe the sky, it is already half past three.

Another half an hour will usher in a new alternation of yin and yang, Li Qingfeng simply didn't fall asleep again, and began to refine his qi with exercises.

Daily life is to study scriptures and refine Qi.

The basic spell of the spirit official's eye can be easily cultivated, and it is the most basic spell.

The second technique of controlling the banner requires at least the third level of Qi training, and now he can only use his power to perform simple sacrifices.

All in all, it is still necessary to improve the basic cultivation.

(End of this chapter)