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Chapter 171 Great Merit, Deafness of the Pentatonic Nan Xinhuan

"Good wine!"

Mr. Zhu was full of praise and couldn't help pouring another glass.

"As long as Grandpa Zhu likes to drink it, I'll bring it to you next time after I finish it."

Nan Xinhuan arranged the affairs of the Nan family and the tribe, and when she got home, she saw Lu Wangchuan and Mr. Zhu talking happily.

"Although I don't object to your drinking, you should drink less."

Nan Xinhuan walked over, and Mr. Zhu immediately hugged the wine jar in his arms, fearing that she would take it away.

Nan Xinhuan took his actions into his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

After dinner, Nan Xin sent Lu Wangchuan off.

"Is this considered meeting your family?"

The two walked side by side, one on the left and the other on the right. The snow on the path was shoveled off, and there were still snowflakes in the sky.

Nan Xinhuan was wearing a hat, and her skin looked even fairer under the reflection of the white snow, "Of course, it can be seen that they have a good impression of you."

"When can I officially meet your family as a boyfriend?" Lu Wangchuan held her hand.

His hands were wide, with slightly rough palms, but very warm, and her hands were immediately warmed.

"Besides." Nan Xinhuan tilted her head and stopped, "I'll send it here. I'll be very busy recently, and I need more merit. You can contact Hanamaki for some things, and he will help you."

Hanamaki and Lu Ha both followed behind, and stepped forward when they heard their names.

"Don't worry, boss, I will cooperate with him." Hanamaki nodded slightly to Lu Wangchuan.

Lu Ha looked at Hanamaki, and he was not cowardly at all when facing Wang Ye, it was not easy.

After seeing off Lu Wangchuan, Nan Xinhuan returned home.

"Mom and Dad, I will be in seclusion for a few days. During this time, no one should disturb me except three meals a day will be delivered to my room."

Nan Shaobai and Zhu Minglan nodded.

"Don't be idle, both of you, you are still weak, you two have to take a medicinal bath every day, I will increase the dosage, Nan Jinghao, how is your meditation mantra?"

"It's still fluent." Nan Jinghao clenched his fists.

After he came back last time, he began to endorse seriously, at least he will have the strength to protect himself next time he encounters such a situation.

"Well, take this exercise to practice, remember to progress step by step, and don't be greedy for it."

This kind of exercise was left by Xuanlingguan. Since the creation of Xuanlingguan, there is only one master and uncle who has different pupils. This exercise is written down by him.

"Got it, sister!"

After Nan Xinhuan explained the matter, she entered the secret room and began to practice.

After stepping into the realm of real people, the spiritual power of the earth is too scarce, and the cultivation base has been stagnant for so long.

Practice the exercises well first, and then collect the power of merit.

This retreat lasts for three days.

Nan Xinhuan felt that the realm was more stable, but the spiritual power was not enough, so she couldn't advance.

She got up and stood in front of the spirit altar, offering a stick of incense to the ancestor.

"Master, this disciple will definitely bring her to justice and won't let her harm the world again."

Nan Xinhuan's gaze fell in front of the portrait, her eyes were deep and cold.

The jars on both sides began to shake.

"What? Even you guys feel that the world is going to be in chaos?" Nan Xinhuan's eyes turned cold, "I haven't refined you for so long, and you still want to escape. If that's the case, I will help you!"

Nan Xinhuan put on the Taoist robe, quickly squeezed out the magic formula with both hands, dipped the cinnabar with a Langhao pen, quickly wrote down the talisman, laid out the killing array, and took out the soul-killing sword!
There was a sudden gust of wind in the secret room, and the jar shook even more violently. The ghosts inside seemed to know what Nan Xinhuan was going to do, and they tried desperately to break through the jar and escape.

As she swung the soul-killing sword, all the lids on the jar were opened, and all the ghosts inside ran out.

In the secret room, she has already laid a net, and the room is full of paper talismans and formations. Once she comes out, she will die!

"what!"

A terrible sound came out.

The ghosts that came out were knocked down to the ground by formations and talismans, but even the ground was written with runes by her, injecting powerful mana, even the most ferocious ghosts would surely suffer backlash!

They can only be forced to retreat into the jar, and the jar is the safest for them.

Nan Xinhuan controls the soul-destroying sword to kill these ghosts, and with one stab of the sword, the evil ghosts will be wiped out in ashes!
The girl's eyebrows are as cold as snow, her eyes are as black as a blade, and the righteous and murderous aura on her body makes these ghosts shy away.

"Is she crazy? She's killing so much!"

"It's terrible, it's still the safest in this jar."

"I can't escape at all, even if I didn't die under the sword of Miehun, I would lose a few layers of skin."

"Anyway, it's a death, everyone joins forces to fight her, I can't believe that so many of us are not her opponent alone!"

"Yes, fight her!"

These ghosts were all captured by Nan Xinhuan, and they had more lives in their hands than He Yueling. Back then, Nan Xinhuan couldn't summon the gates of hell, so he could only put them into a jar to refine them.

It's just that so long has passed, a small number of ghosts have been refined into a ball of water, and the rest of the ghosts are stubborn evil ghosts who still want to escape and do evil.

Nan Xinhuan held a sword in her right hand, her slender hair fell on her cheeks, her slender and slender neck was extremely beautiful, and her eyes were sharper and more terrifying than a sharp blade.

"If you mend your ways, I can summon the gates of hell and let you enter the underworld for reincarnation, but if you are stubborn, you will be wiped out!"

The sound echoed in the secret room like a tripod bell.

"The gates of hell! Can she summon the gates of hell?!"

"Don't listen to her. If she could summon the gate of hell, she would have summoned it long ago. Why wait until now, she must be bluffing us. I really believe that she will definitely die!"

"But I think what she said is true, she doesn't need to lie to us."

"Even if she can summon the gates of hell, so what. The sins we have committed have been recorded in life. We can only go to the eighteenth level of hell. How can we be reincarnated as human beings!"

"It makes sense. I can't bear to go up the knife mountain or down the oil pan. I might as well fight to the death."

"The underworld has long stipulated that as long as you have the idea of ​​reforming yourself, earnestly reform through labor, and accumulate good thoughts, your sins can be alleviated, and those who have made great achievements can enter reincarnation."

Nan Xinhuan looked at these ghosts, and it would be a waste of spiritual power to eliminate too many ghosts at once, and it would be a great merit to persuade them to be kind.

Hearing Nan Xinhuan's words, they hesitated one by one. If they can really fall into the path of reincarnation lightly, they really don't need to seek their own death.

"Okay, I believe you!"

A female ghost spoke out, she just went astray, if she could do it all over again, she would naturally be willing.

"In that case, I believe you too!"

"Do you really believe her? She is a mysterious teacher, how could she let us go! She really wants to enter the eighteenth hell of the underworld and wait for us. I can't survive!"

Nan Xinhuan's brows turned cold, and he immediately struck out the Soul-Exterminating Sword, "If you don't go, you will die!"

The ghost was instantly wiped out.

Seeing her strike so hard, everyone stood shivering.

"We believe in you!"

Just like she just spoke with actions, she can kill them directly, there is no need to deceive them.

Nan Xinhuan glanced around and made seals with both hands to summon the gate of hell.

When they saw a majestic and solemn hell gate full of dead silence, each of these ghosts was terrified.

When they died, they saw this gate of hell, but they didn't choose to go in.

With a single thought, he became a lonely wild ghost, doing evil in the world, otherwise he would not have been caught by her.

The gates of hell open.

Black and White Wuchang came out from inside, and the two of them were wearing a black and white down jacket.

Nan Xinhuan raised her eyebrows, "There is also winter in the underworld?"

Heiwuchang nodded, "That's natural. The underworld has also improved with the trend of the times these years, okay? What's in the yangjian, there's what is in the underworld. Look at the latest version of the chestnut phone."

As Heiwuchang said, he pulled out the latest version of Lizi mobile phone, which was still the Pro version.

Nan Xinhuan: "6."

Even the old cell phone she used.

"What kind of car, airplane, high-speed rail villa is this?" Bai Wuchang said, wanting to drag her in to have a look, "Sir, would you go in and have a look?"

Nan Xinhuan shook her head, "No, these ghosts have the idea of ​​reforming themselves, please accept it."

Black and white impermanence looked behind him, a room full of evil spirits, suddenly startled.

"so much!"

The two of them took out the book of life and death and looked for their names one by one.

"Your Excellency is so amazing. It is a great merit to catch so many ghosts at one time! It must be recorded!"

Nan Xinhuan was a little surprised, "Are you still in charge of the merit book?"

Isn't this all under the control of Hades?

Black and White Impermanence said with a bitter face: "Your Excellency, I don't know. Hades went to the world to play, and he doesn't know when he will come back. He left all the work to me, but it's miserable, and there is no holiday at all!"

Counting, they have not had a holiday for more than 20 years!
Nan Xinhuan: "... I can't tell, the King of Hades is pretty good at playing, is he a calamity or a reincarnation?"

Black and white impermanence shook his head.

Well, it seems to have sneaked down.

"Okay, then remember it well for me, don't miss anything." Nan Xinhuan has many merits and virtues, as much as he has.

"Don't worry, my lord, I'll record everything one by one." Hei Wuchang took a brush and dipped his tongue with ink, and then wrote it on the merit book.

Bai Wuchang registered these ghosts one by one, and then led them to the gate of hell one by one.

The moment the door closed, a large amount of merit poured into Nan Xinhuan's body.

A thousand merit powers have just recovered the spiritual power that was consumed just now.

Then how long does she have to accumulate to improve her cultivation?

Looking at the mess in the secret room, Nan Xinhuan sighed.

If I had known earlier, I would let those ghosts clean up the house before returning to the underworld.

She casually made a few paper figurines, poured spiritual power into them, and each of them began to move as if they were alive.

"Clean up the house." Nan Xinhuan stroked the little paper figurine's head.

The little paper figurine rubbed her hand comfortably, and then started to move.

Nan Xinhuan walked out of the secret room.

Outside, Nan Jinghao and Nan Jingxuan paced back and forth anxiously.

"Sister, are you okay?" Nan Jingxuan immediately stepped forward to ask when she saw her come out.

"What's wrong?" Nan Xinhuan was a little surprised, what are these two people doing standing outside?
Nan Jinghao raised his head and said, "Just half an hour ago, I felt the yin in your room rising, and ghosts were crying and howling. I guess the ghosts in your secret room must have escaped, but once the secret room is locked from the inside, there is no way to get in from outside. The two of us can only worry outside."

"It's a good thing you're fine."

Nan Xinhuan touched his head and knew that he had different pupils and was very sensitive to such things, "It's all right now, those ghosts have been dealt with."

"That's good." Nan Jingxuan is just an ancient warrior, not a mysterious master, even if he encounters a ghost, he can't help him.

The first thing Nan Xinhuan did when she came out was to contact Hanamaki.

Knowing that there is nothing abnormal these days, I didn't ask any more questions, and called Xu Xin again.

"You finally called back. You haven't answered your calls or messages for the past three days. It's because Chu Xia told me you were resting at home, otherwise I really thought something happened to you."

"Sister Xin, what's the matter?"

"Something's wrong. Didn't "The Concubine" start broadcasting? The response was very good, and then I wanted you to broadcast it live, to promote "The Concubine", and increase the popularity by the way."

Live broadcasts are popular now. Firstly, it can allow more fans to interact with celebrities, and secondly, it can also increase eye contact and popularity.

"Live broadcast?" Nan Xin's smile deepened, "I just wanted to discuss this matter with you, but I didn't expect you to bring it up first. I don't have any questions. What platform do you use for live broadcast?"

"Shake it, this platform has the highest number of users, and it is also the hottest platform in recent years. Your number of fans on this platform is not low, already 1000 million. Thanks to Su Duo's good operation, you have to give this girl a raise."

Su Duo's working ability is really good, and she can do some things well without her telling her.

"This girl is really nice, I have no objection to a salary increase." Nan Xinhuan sat on the sofa, flipping through magazines lazily.

"The response from SS.H magazine last time was good, and many ladies in the circle were encouraged to pay for it. The brand side is also very satisfied with this cooperation, and hopes to cooperate with you again."

"No problem, just watch it, when is the live broadcast?"

Xu Xin felt that she seemed to be particularly concerned about the live broadcast, but she was a little worried.

After all, she has always been cold and doesn't like to talk. If there is no interaction in the live broadcast room, it would be too embarrassing to let her sit in front of the camera and let the audience see that face.

"When I prepare for the preparations, the crew of "The Prodigal Daughter" will broadcast live together, and they will also conduct mics. Some details must be prepared, and the script and program effects also need to be designed. No matter what the live broadcast is, it will be broadcast live."

If ordinary people say live broadcast, it will be broadcast live, but the small details of celebrity live broadcast will be magnified by the audience, so naturally we can't be sloppy.

"OK, just let me know when you're ready." Nan Xinhuan was always assured of her work.

"Don't be idle at home recently, remember to practice singing more."

"Although I'm not a professional singer, I still need to sing when I attend festivals occasionally. You can't run away!"

She wasn't worried about anything else, but what worried her most was her voice.

God did give her a perfect face and figure, but gave her a throat that a dog has gnawed on.

Nan Xinhuan: "."

sing really
Nan Xinhuan cursed in her heart.

Xu Xin specially found a singing teacher for her to teach her to practice singing, and she couldn't hide it even at home.

It was the first time Nan Jingxuan remembered that she could sing so badly.

The image of perfection and omnipotence in his heart collapsed in an instant, just thinking of her unpleasant voice was worse than a mouthful of phlegm.

"Brother, when will school start? I can't stay here any longer." Nan Jinghao covered his ears.

Nan Jingxuan looked hopeless, "There is still half a month left."

Nan Jinghao: "."

(End of this chapter)