Found another book-wearer today

Chapter 22

Mei Xizhou is a disciple of Wan Jianshan's growing elder lineage. He has been a disciple for 30 years and has never seen the first elder himself. Now that he is suddenly summoned, he is inevitably a little uneasy.

"Are you the one haunted by demon energy?"

"Brother, disciple is useless, ashamed to teach the teacher..."

Ouyang Haoyuan interrupted lightly: "Put out your hand and let me have a look."

Mei Xizhou didn't dare to delay at all, and immediately removed the bandage wrapped around the palm of his right hand, revealing the wound pierced by the mountain charm vine three years ago.

The wound no longer bleeds, but it still cannot heal. Even if all kinds of panacea are exhausted, the effect they can produce is extremely limited.Wisps of devilish energy flowed between the necrotic flesh and blood, like some kind of invisible curse.

If a teacher hadn't discovered and imposed the sword intent restriction early on to lock the demonic energy within a fixed range, she might have been corroded long ago and degenerated into a humanoid monster who only knew how to kill.

Ouyang Haoyuan touched the edge of the wound with his fingertips.

Immediately, a ray of devilish energy followed the trend, like a greedy little beast, eager to get into his spiritual veins.

Ouyang Haoyuan sneered.

He allowed the devilish energy to penetrate below the skin, and before it started to wreak havoc, he devoured it in turn.

The so-called magic cultivator is naturally a practitioner who absorbs the magic energy into his body.

This is not to say that they practice purely with demonic energy. In fact, there is still plenty of spiritual energy circulating in the demonic cultivator's body. They just create an inner world in the space of the sea of ​​consciousness, absorb the demonic energy into it, and then create supernatural powers.

This method is no different from walking on a tightrope. If you are not careful, you will be doomed, and you will fall into the quagmire of bloody madness.

But if it is used properly, it can exert a more powerful destructive power than ordinary practitioners of the same realm, and it can also repair body damage like aura and strengthen the flesh and bones.

When Ouyang Haoyuan left the test this time, the injuries caused by the previous thunder calamity had all recovered to a good degree, and the magic source in his body was also unprecedentedly powerful, almost on par with the spiritual source.

Because of this, he is very familiar with the magic breath.

What I said before with the sect leader was just to find an excuse to go to the abyss of demons.

According to the memory of the person who traversed the book, the art of summoning souls is an ancient forbidden art of ghosts and gods. Its essence is to destroy the Six Paths of Reincarnation. It consumes an extremely large amount of magic energy.Therefore, he needs to catch some high-level monsters in case of emergency.

Since the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons was sealed off, it was difficult to find traces of monsters anywhere in the mainland. If you want to catch more advanced guys, you can only go to the Great Crack in the west.

Of course, he can also go directly without saying hello. Looking at the entire Wanjian Mountain, no one should be able to stop him.

However, Ouyang Haoyuan has no intention of conflicting with the sect leader for the time being, firstly, this place is his sect after all, and secondly, he needs to use Wan Jianshan's strong spiritual veins to nourish Zhong Weiwan's body.

And he knew that the leader had other intentions this time.

Ouyang Haoyuan laughed a little in his heart, but he didn't quite resist.This situation touched a certain part of his memory. When he and Zhong Weiwan were trapped in the monster cave, it was he who used his sword intent to remove the poisonous barrier that penetrated into the palm of the other party.

The bento is selling the old guy a favor, he thought.

"It may be a little uncomfortable, bear with it."

Mei Xizhou's expression was slightly startled, not because of the content of Ouyang Haoyuan's words, but because of his tone of voice, which sounded a little gentle, which made her feel flattered.

"Okay, okay, disciple... hiss!"

The severe pain suddenly hit, Mei Xizhou gasped, and even the fabric of the clothes tightly held in the other hand was torn into pieces by the uncontrollable vibration of the spiritual energy.

Ouyang Haoyuan practiced the cold snow sword, and he was best at breaking the dividing line between Jing and Wei. In addition, his cultivation was so unpredictable that he could do what others couldn't.The head of the sect is probably aware of this, so he hopes to use his hand to help Mei Xizhou get rid of the evil energy.

One after another, tiny sword intents fell around the wound, cutting off all the necrotic carrion. Following this action, the parasitic demonic energy here immediately became agitated.

Ordinary monks can only feel the existence of demonic energy, but Ouyang Haoyuan has already become demonic, and his cultivation level is extremely high, so in his field of vision, these invisible and intangible things have a concrete form.

At the beginning, they were like flowing black clouds, covering the penetrating wound in vain. After being stimulated by the sword intent, they immediately turned into innumerable threads like gnats. One was cut off, and many roots emerged.

Ouyang Haoyuan squinted his eyes: "Interesting."

At this moment, his finger turned into a sword edge. Wherever it landed, there seemed to be the sound of gold and dagger colliding in the void, and the devil energy gradually changed from the turbulent and arrogant at the beginning to a stubborn resistance, until a moment passed, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Mei Xizhou was already trembling with pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

Ouyang Haoyuan glanced at her, barely satisfied with her performance, and asked, "How did this injury come about?"

Mei Xizhou regained his strength and found that he could no longer feel the nightmare that had entangled him like a gangrene for three years. He was overjoyed and bowed deeply to the elder.

Hearing his question, Mei Xizhou sorted out his thoughts, and explained in as simple a language as possible how he hunted Shan Mei back then.

Ouyang Haoyuan: "Is there someone to guide you?"

Mei Xizhou nodded. At this time, she was not as nervous as she was at the beginning. The first elder's aura was much gentler than before, which allowed her to return to her usual calm state of mind.

"It was a kind fellow Taoist. He said that he could see the black lines flowing in the air. We went to the place where the black lines converged, and we really found the mountain charm itself."

Ouyang Haoyuan listened, and suddenly became interested.

A mountain charm that can be killed by a group of little guys must not be very strong, and the magic energy it can control is also very limited, not to mention it has to be divided into countless paths to go in all directions, so it should become quite thin.

So does the kind-hearted person she refers to have excellent eyesight and perception, or is he a powerful demon cultivator?

Mei Xizhou has always been good at observing words and expressions, so he could naturally see the probing in Ouyang Haoyuan's eyes, and blurted out: "At that time, my junior brother used a photo stone to record some clips, so that I can finish the task when I come back...Elder, do you want to see it?"

Ouyang Haoyuan raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

Until now, his mood is still calm, with a bit of curiosity that is not necessary.

However, when those star-like light spots escaped from the photo stone, flowing and changing in mid-air, and slowly showing what happened three years ago, his expression suddenly changed.

"Who is this guy?"

Mei Xizhou followed Ouyang Haoyuan's line of sight, realized that he was referring to Zhong Weiwan who showed half of his face in the current picture, and said, "It's the fellow Taoist who is leading us."

Ouyang Haoyuan's voice sounded a little weird, as if it came from the deepest part of his chest: "Name?"

Mei Xizhou was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I didn't ask..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Because she saw Ouyang Haoyuan's eyes.

In the dark and deep pupils, there was something unknown surging, condescending, cold and ruthless, making her feel as if she had become some kind of dead thing.

"Elder, elder..."

Ouyang Haoyuan suddenly smiled and said, "It might be a little uncomfortable, bear with it."

The exact same words, the tone was even softer than before, but exuded an extremely strong and dangerous atmosphere.

Mei Xizhou shuddered, subconsciously took a few steps back.

However, Ouyang Haoyuan is in such a state, his movement is as swift as a sharp sword, he went to her in a blink of an eye, and put one hand on her forehead.

At the last moment, Mei Xizhou finally saw Ouyang Haoyuan's eyes clearly.

What surged in it was extremely rich blood color, so bewitching and evil, it seemed to be able to swallow people up.

Enchanted!

The first elder has become possessed!

This was the last thought that flashed through Mei Xizhou's mind. The next moment, from the place where her palm and forehead met, some kind of extremely cold and violent energy surged, instantly occupying her entire sea of ​​consciousness.

It seemed that the body no longer belonged to him, and all his memories had been snatched by others. Mei Xizhou only felt a severe pain in his head, which was much more severe than when he just got rid of the demonic energy.

She couldn't take it anymore and passed out completely.

*****

The next day.

When Zhong Weiwan came to Wenxia Yandong Mansion, he was still thinking about the parting with Jiang Lin last night.

The back of the other party was in a hurry, and for some reason, he could see a bit of fled.

The more Zhong Weiwan thought about it, the more strange he felt, because he felt that such a thing as running away from the desert would never happen to Jiang Lin.Brother Jiang has always given him the impression that he is poised, unhurried, and quite a gentleman.

It wouldn't be the past that he mentioned last that troubled him, right?

Zhong Weiwan thought about it carefully, but couldn't figure it out.

He walked into the cave slowly. It was rare for Wen Xiayan not to be busy in the pile of magical artifacts. She waited in front of the hall ahead of time, with some kind of unexplained eagerness in her gentle eyes.

"It's Zhong San, right? Come, come, come and sit down." Wen Xiayan waved at him, "It's not good for me to be a teacher. I'm too busy these days, so I don't have time to have a good chat with you."

Zhong Weiwan: "..."

Wen Xiayan: "Since you have entered my lineage, it means that there is a fate between you and me. As a teacher, I will definitely do my best to help you go further on the journey of cultivating immortals."

Zhong Weiwan said euphemistically: "Actually, you don't have to be polite..."

"How can this be considered polite? Disciple, don't be too generous!" Wen Xia raised her slender hands, and tea and dishes appeared on the stone table out of thin air, "Come, come, let's talk while eating."

Zhong Weiwan watched as she took out a square object the size of a fist and threw it into the air.

The object immediately unfolded into eight smaller squares, scattered in all directions, hovering around them leisurely.

Zhong Weiwan:?

Zhong Weiwan: "This is..."

"Isn't it just to teach my senior brother..." Wen Xiayan snorted, realized that she had slipped her tongue, and quickly changed her words, "The meaning of being a teacher is to use this magic weapon to record the daily life of our master and apprentice. It’s also wonderful to wait for many years to bring back memories.”

She looked at Zhong Weiwan's expression while she was talking, the latter didn't seem to find anything strange about this remark, but asked seriously: "What is the difference between the function of this thing and the Photo Stone?"

Wen Xiayan was stunned, and said subconsciously: "Its image is more comprehensive and three-dimensional, and the sound reproduction method has been improved, which can reduce the impact of environmental noise."

Curiosity appeared in Zhong Weiwan's eyes: "Can I take a look?"

Wen Xiayan felt a strange feeling in her heart, but she still said, "Of course there is no problem."

Zhong Weiwan took off one of the small squares, looked along the rune pattern intently for a moment, and suddenly said: "There seems to be some repetition here."

Wen Xiayan: "...what?"

Zhong Weiwan pointed to some of the interlaced runes, and motioned her to look: "After merging into a walking circuit, it should be able to save more than half of the spiritual energy consumption."

Wen Xiayan: "..."

Wen Xiayan's face was full of surprise.

She had indeed discovered before that the magic weapon she researched was a bit too energy-intensive. Each time she used hundreds of spirit stones, she could only last for less than half a quarter of an hour.

Now that she heard Zhong Weiwan's words, she didn't feel any offense, on the contrary, she seemed to be suddenly enlightened, and immediately took a cube into her hand, and performed calculations according to his proposal.

After a while, Wen Xiayan said pleasantly, "You are right!"

But not long after, she frowned again in distress: "In this way, the noise reduction effect will be much worse than before."

Zhong Weiwan also started to think about research, and got together with Wen Xiayan to fiddle with the small cube.

"Maybe it can be changed like this..."

"Then it's better to connect here directly..."

……

"If you can't reduce the loss, why not consider embedding a spirit-gathering array?"

"Aura conversion at any time? It makes sense!"

……

From noon to sunset, the two people's intense research finally came to an end.

Even if they were half of the same class, they naturally had a lot of common language. When the magic weapon was completed, they could see a bit of sympathy from each other's eyes.

Wen Xiayan had long forgotten what Mo Chengshu had explained, and she also forgot that the young man in front of her should be her apprentice, so she enthusiastically sent him to the gate of the cave, waved goodbye like she would treat a bosom friend, and said, "In the future, I will often Come and play!"

Zhong Weiwan readily agreed, and looked at the few disciples passing by not far away very inexplicably.

"Isn't that Elder Wen?"

"Isn't Elder Wen always indulging in his own world and being indifferent to others?"

"And that seems to be a second-generation disciple?"

"It's still the one who cheated in class..."

Zhong Weiwan walked on the mountain road, and vaguely heard their discussions, but he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't pay attention to the strange eyes they cast.

Halfway up the mountain, he ran into several other young boys and girls, all of whom looked worried, as if they were very worried.

"Is Senior Sister Mei alright?"

"It is said that the space of Consciousness Sea was invaded by demonic energy, and his life is safe, but he has some mental problems."

"It's all my fault. If I had been stronger back then, I would have been able to protect Senior Sister from harm, and such a thing would not have happened..."

"What are you thinking? It's useless to blame yourself now, I just hope she can get better soon."

Zhong Weiwan brushed past several people and suddenly slowed down.

He felt familiar to the chubby young man who looked depressed just now.