dragon hunter

Chapter 124 Yin Yang Sword Art

Full of wine and food, I leaned back on the chair and recollected it. The name of Huangquan cuisine is well-deserved. The dishes served later are more bizarre than the last, and the ingredients are even more strange.

"Mr. Zhang, do you still remember my last proposal?" Mr. Lai refilled us with a cup of tea.

"Of course I remember, what's wrong with Mr. Lai?" I was curious.

This mysterious Mr. Lai is worth a lot of money and is not weak. I don't know if there is any need, I, a little physiologian, can help me.

Mr. Lai was about to speak when the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly. He smiled apologetically, took out his cell phone, and connected the call.

Before he could say a few words, his face suddenly changed, he stood up hurriedly, said he understood, and hung up the phone.

"Sorry, something happened at the hospital, I have to rush there immediately." Mr. Lai apologized to us.

"Is there anything we can do for you?" I asked politely.

"Mr. Xiao Zhang is a guest today. I will handle the matters at the hospital by myself. Chun Niang will entertain everyone." Mr. Lai apologized again, and left in a hurry after speaking.

I looked at the back of Mr. Lai, dazed. The last time I dealt with the girl who had never complained, he was in a temporary situation. It seems that the psychiatric hospital is not as simple as it appears on the surface, and it probably hides some secrets.

"This guy Lai San, I persuaded him not to care about that incident back then, but it's a pity..." Lang Xingsong seemed to understand a little bit of the inside story, he hesitated to speak.

"What is it, so mysterious?" Lang Ying asked curiously.

"It's a long story, you are a girl, don't be too curious." Lang Xingsong glared at his niece, full of feudal patriarchal style.

I was pricking up my ears, ready to listen to the story, but I didn't expect that old man to be too patriarchal, making it inconvenient for me to ask questions.

"Hey, what's wrong with your eyes, didn't you sleep well last night?" Zhen Qingyi sighed slightly, and leaned over with a pretty face.

"I had a nightmare last night, and my eyes were bloodshot?" I don't know what happened to my eyes.

"It doesn't look like a blood streak, it's a vertical blood line, which is a bit strange." Zhen Qingyi frowned and thought.

"Vertical blood lines, that's because I was hit on the lower head, don't move, let me see." Lang Xingsong walked over with a serious face.

My heart tightened, thinking of the nightmare last night, the evil and it was so frightening, it was able to fall in sleep.

"What kind of head-down is this? It doesn't seem to be recorded in the medical scriptures." Zhen Qingyi said with some concern.

Lang Xingsong walked up to me, took out a small box, opened the lid, took out a green leaf, and wiped it on his eyes.

"There's a heavy smell of blood. This is blood falling from a sea of ​​blood. There are people at the level of a grand master who have fallen for you." Lang Xingsong's eyes flashed away.

"Master Puzan!" Lang Ying exclaimed and stood up.

"Puzan..." Lang Xingsong repeated the name, staring back at his niece, "Is that the evil monk you mentioned on the phone?"

"Yes, the pair of fetuses in the stone that became the dragon stone were snatched from him." Lang Ying explained.

"Dare to collude with the scum of the Lang family, this Nanyang monkey is too dead." Lang Xingsong slapped the table, with a hint of anger on his face.

"Tsing Yi, give me a mirror." I couldn't see my eyes, and I didn't feel any discomfort.

However, regarding the horror of the sea of ​​blood, I have already learned from the four-faced Buddha sculpture last time, so I dare not take it lightly.

Taking the makeup mirror from Zhen Qingyi, I picked up the mirror and looked at my eyes. A thin blood-colored vertical line passed through the pupils and appeared in the middle of the eyeballs.

"Things are a bit tricky. The blood drop is very mysterious, and I don't know how to solve it." Lang Xingsong rubbed his hands with an anxious expression on his face.

"I have a solution." A chubby figure walked in with a kitchen knife.

"That's right, I almost forgot, Huangquancai for healing diseases and eliminating misfortunes is not called for nothing." Lang Xingsong patted his thigh.

"Come with me to the kitchen." The fat cook waved to me.

I was puzzled, I didn't know why I had to go to the kitchen to get rid of the lower head, but I followed obediently.

"Hey, the kitchen helpers are all ghosts." Lang Ying followed behind, muttering in a low voice.

When I saw those two transparent figures in the kitchen, I was actually quite curious. The aura on their bodies was very clean, without the hostility of ordinary ghosts.

"Go and stand in front of that mirror." The fat cook pointed to an ancient bronze mirror in the kitchen.

"There is a mirror in the place where the cooking is done?" Zhen Qingyi couldn't see the ghost, so he looked at the bronze mirror strangely.

"Huangquan cuisine is made in a special way, and the handling of ingredients is very strict. I have limited ability, so I have to use props to make qualified Huangquan cuisine." The fat cook was so patient that she explained a few words in detail.

I looked at the bronze mirror, which had an extraordinary shape. It should be an old object with a history. I walked over and stood in front of the mirror. I was taken aback by myself in the mirror.

The face in the opposite mirror had bloodshot eyes, a secretive smile, and dark purple lips, which made one's heart palpitate.

"Stand still and don't move. The master said back then that all spells in the world need to be drawn by the energy mechanism. I will help you cut off the evil energy mechanism first." The fat cook mentioned the master with a respectful face.

I stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the kitchen knife in the hands of the fat cook, with an uncomfortable expression on my face, feeling like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be chopped into pieces.

The fat cook lady chanted a spell, the kitchen knife in her hand shimmered, her movements were as fast as lightning, and she swung the knife across my head.

I vaguely heard a crisp sound, like a taut string being cut with a knife.

Then, I saw myself in the bronze mirror, with a ferocious face, I even raised my arms and strangled the fat cook's neck.

"Be careful!" I shouted, pointing to the bronze mirror, reminding the fat cook to watch behind her.

The fat cook sneered, and said that you are the one waiting for her, she turned around and swung her knife, cutting off the head of the evil spirit that had just emerged from the mirror.

The two ghosts standing aside rushed over, dragged the headless evil spirit to a corner of the kitchen, punched and kicked it.

"The yin-yang saber technique is well-deserved, lower your head and get rid of it, right?" Lang Xingsong, an old man, can actually lower his face and flatter the fat cook.

Just as the fat cook was about to speak, a sudden change occurred, and a cloud of blood mist appeared in the void, wrapping me tightly inside.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough, bit my tongue hard, spurted out a mouthful of pure Yang blood, and said aloud: "Pure Yang is infinite, all evils will be dispersed."

The blood mist around the periphery dissipated part of it when it came into contact with the pure Yang blood. I seized the precious opportunity to take out a few pieces of yellow talisman paper from my waist, and stuck them on my shoulders and between my eyebrows.

Just after doing this, the surrounding blood mist quickly poured into my body, and a powerful idea was competing with me for control of my body.

The talisman paper on his body was shimmering, protecting the Yanghuo on his shoulders, as well as the Ming Palace between his eyebrows, from being invaded by evil spirits.

"No, the other party wants to seize the house directly by lowering its head." The fat cook chanted a spell and pointed at the bronze mirror.

A few cyan runes flashed on the mirror, and a gleam of light emerged from the mirror, competing against the weird blood mist.

"Nanyang monkeys turned the sky upside down." Lang Xingsong's expression changed, he took out the dragon stone, and walked towards this side quickly.

I gritted my teeth tightly, with a trace of cold sweat oozing from my forehead, I concentrated my mind, and engaged in a tug-of-war with the evil thoughts in my body.

Lang Xingsong walked up to me, bit his finger, drew a strange pattern on the Dragon Transformation Stone, and shouted: "The Humai Lang family, use the secret method of blood veins to adjust the energy of the ancestor dragon's earth veins."

The dragon stone floated up and twirled between my eyebrows, a familiar and familiar aura emanated from the stone.

The Qianlong tattoo on the back seemed to be summoned, and it was hot, and then there was an itchy feeling on the back, as if the tattoo was moving.

A vast energy flew away from his back, turning into a miniature dragon, entangled with the dragon stone.

The sleeping dragon fetus in the Dragon Transformation Stone unexpectedly opened its eyes, and two golden lights flew out of the stone and merged into the body of the miniature dragon.

"Sure enough, the descendants of the Xunlong Zhang family have a natural affinity for the dragon energy of the earth veins." Lang Xingsong's tone was a little bit painful.

A black and white Tai Chi gossip flew out from the Dragon Transformation Stone, and slowly rotated above my head, centering the vast energy, covering my whole body and slowly blending into my body.

The evil thoughts in my body panicked, rushing left and right, trying to escape from my body, but with the air of Tai Chi shrouded outside, the evil thoughts could not escape.

"Dahei Motian, no suffering, no pain, no birth and no death." A strange voice sounded above his head.

"Ah, why can't I see anything?" Zhen Qingyi exclaimed from the kitchen door.

It was dark before my eyes, and I felt that the surroundings were gloomy and cold, and the air became extremely thick, as if I was in a quagmire.

"Everyone, don't panic, don't move around, everything in front of you is just an illusion, that evil monk won't last long." Lang Xingsong shouted loudly.

"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving. I don't believe that you can break through the feng shui situation where purple air comes from the east." The fat cook said angrily.

My forehead was sweating like rain, two evil thoughts, one internal and one external, echoed each other, trying to merge together, like ten thousand ants crawling inside my body.

Fortunately, every time the powerful evil thought outside touched the top of his head, he was blocked back by a neutral and vast aura.

"Forget it, I'll let you go this time, and enjoy the little life you have left." A thought came into my mind.

The darkness that shrouded the surroundings dissipated, and the powerful evil thoughts disappeared.

The weak evil thoughts in the body lost the external support and were quickly wiped out.

The miniature dragon with a trace of gold thread on its body circled around the dragon stone, flew back to my back, and poured into my body.

An indescribable trickle flowed along the meridians in the body and flowed into the Ming Palace between the eyebrows, and a tingling pain came from the center of the eyebrows.

"Hurry up and sit down cross-legged, calm down, and don't think about anything." Lang Xingsong said hurriedly.

I didn't know what happened to my body, subconsciously followed Lang Xingsong's words, and sat down cross-legged, with more and more pain between my eyebrows.

An unbearable swelling feeling came from between the eyebrows. I resisted the pain and gritted my teeth.

(End of this chapter)