The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 81
In the master bedroom of the Sun family, there was silence.

The old man on the bed was in a deep sleep, snoring slightly, he didn't seem to be sick, it seemed that he just slept a little deeper.

"The soul is separated?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had his hands behind his back, his eyes were slightly fixed, and his eyebrows were raised.

He has become a yin god, and he is proficient in the way of souls. He has a lot of knowledge about ordinary people's souls, so he can see that the symptoms of the Patriarch of the Sun family are caused by the uncondensed and scattered souls.

The reason why ginseng soup and other things can work is because ginseng has the effect of calming the soul and calming the essence. In addition, the ginseng of the Sun family is not low-grade and aged, so it has a miraculous effect.

However, at present, it seems that the soul of the Patriarch of the Sun family has become more and more scattered.

At this point, even if you take thousand-year-old ginseng, you can't gather your soul, and it won't have much effect.

With his methods, he couldn't cure practitioners who had achieved Yin God, but it could temporarily gather the souls of ordinary people and make them sober. But he didn't figure out the reason, and he didn't act recklessly after all.

After all, there must be a reason for the separation of souls.

He was thinking like this, turned around to look, and said lightly: "When did this head of your family behave like this?"

The chief officer hesitated for a moment, and immediately waved away the doctor and the maid, then bowed and said: "A few days ago, the head of the family found out that the house had been stolen, and he was so out of breath that he passed out."

The corner of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's mouth twitched into a smile, and said, "What has been lost that can make the anger rush to the head and disperse the soul?"

The head steward was startled, he didn't dare to mention Polygonum multiflorum, he just said in a low voice: "I don't know, it's just that the head of the house did know that the house was stolen, so the symptoms appeared."

Speaking of this, the chief manager suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice: "However, the Patriarch has been restless and often angry in the past few days."

"Oh?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar murmured, "Have you offended anyone before?"

The chief steward thought about it for a while, then was startled suddenly, and said: "The head of the family once met a young man, and he got angry at what he said, and then he became depressed."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned and said, "Young man?"

Those who can really cast spells to harm people must have the ability to cast spells. How can a mere young man have such abilities?
Even those disciples of the great sect were nothing more than that when they were young.

He was about to ask, when suddenly his brows raised, as if he remembered something strange.

He looked at the Patriarch of the Sun family, slightly surprised.

"The soul is scattered, but it is not the soul that has been seduced by someone, and it has not reached the point of losing the soul."

His sect belongs to the northern sect, they practice Gu Dao, and they also have sorcery that is similar to seducing people's souls... Often they directly seduce the soul, making people immortal physically, but they can never wake up again, just becoming a living dead.

Originally thought that the Patriarch of the Sun family was the same, but looking carefully, his three souls and seven souls were all in his body, but they were separated from each other.

"The three souls and seven souls have not been hooked away?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had some guesses in his mind.

In this situation, there are several possibilities.

For one thing, the other party didn't want to kill him, but just let him fall asleep.

Secondly, Ben Dang really contracted some kind of disease, which can make him depressed and cause his soul to start to scatter. This kind of disease is not without precedent.

As for the third type, with his way of reaching the human realm and his vision, he really can't figure it out.

Maybe there will be more advanced methods, which can be used to harm people without removing the three souls and seven souls, but that kind of method is already beyond the scope of his master's cognition.

"If it's caused by a disease, it doesn't matter if you save him... If someone hurts you, but the other party hasn't seduced his soul, it's obvious that he didn't intend to kill someone. If I save someone, it doesn't count as offending someone in this way."

After some thought, the middle-aged Confucian scholar felt a little relieved.

He has come from a long distance, and he can never return disappointed.

Wanting to ask some questions, the steward, as a servant, doesn't know anything, so he can only save the Patriarch of the Sun family and ask.

After thinking about it this way, he looked at the chief steward and said: "I will give you a prescription. You go and get the medicine, boil it and take it, and take care of him. You will stay until tomorrow night, and you will have to take the medicine for three to five times. My lord Then gather souls for him."

The manager of the Sun family was overwhelmed with surprise, he quickly kowtowed and kowtowed, "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

……

Su family.

In the past few days, Su Ting has been proud of himself.

After breaking through the second layer of heaven, he stole the human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum.

He is practicing now, and his Taoism is advancing by leaps and bounds. In just a few days, the ball of thunder in his body has grown from the size of a fingernail to the size of a pigeon egg.

He entered the realm so quickly that he could clearly detect the progress of his daily path.

It should be noted that ordinary cultivators can only practice daily, but it is difficult to notice the growth of a trace of true energy, and can only be accumulated gradually, and the growth can only be seen when it reaches a certain level.

But now Su Ting practiced in one day, far better than others in many days.

This is because of the extraordinary skills he obtained and the extraordinary opportunities he obtained, but it is also because of his talent for cultivation, which is indeed among the best.

"The refining of the magic knife has been completed initially, and now it is nourished by Polygonum multiflorum. The prospect is good."

"Using sliced ​​​​polygonum multiflorum to stew soup, after my cousin drank it, her body seemed to be recovering day by day."

"On the contrary, I have also refined a lot of the gold and jade water in the darkroom below. If this goes on like this, it will take at least a year and a half to refine all of them."

"The water of gold and jade, and the human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum are all rare opportunities, which are enough for me to practice in the second heaven without any worries, and save me a lot of hard work."

He only felt the lightning flashing in his body, pointing out a bright path.

"When I have cultivated to the peak of the Second Heavenly Layer, I will polish the foundation and consolidate the foundation, then I can try the condensing method."

"After condensing the method, the water of gold and jade, as well as the human-shaped fleece-flower root, can still enhance my mana, and push me to the peak of the third heaven as soon as possible. At that point, it is the limit of the human body and the boundary of the world."

Now Su Ting is in a very good situation, after all he can cast spells, no one in Luoyue County can avoid his spells except Song Lao.

As for the frontal fight, with the Five Element Armor in hand, there is no need to be afraid even if the great master of martial arts comes.

In this one-acre three-point land in Luoyue County, he has no worries.

Even if it is a big family like the Sun family, its patriarch is under his nail-headed seven-arrow book, and his soul is scattered, and his death is approaching.

Now Su Ting walks on foot every day, burns the seals of calligraphy and seals, and worships three times a day without interruption.

Soon, it will be time to die.

"Little Court."

Just when Su Ting was feeling proud, his cousin's voice came from outside the door, calling: "Come and eat soon."

Su Ting responded with a smile, took away the Polygonum multiflorum, put away the jade box in which the magic knife was placed, and walked out of the room, there was a scent wafting from it.

"Sister, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Su Ting came over and said with a smile, "What did we eat today?"

(End of this chapter)