First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 32: Ghost in the Wood

The afternoon sun shines on the courtyard, warm and comfortable.

Su Yi is sitting in a bamboo chair, tying up a bunch of green wicker.

The courtyard has been thoroughly cleaned and is spacious and clean.

Hu Quan also carefully added bedding, bedding and other items, and repaired the vegetable border and pergola.

Wu Guangbin and other three doctors have returned to Xinghuang Medical Center for consultation.

On the contrary, it was Su Yi, the shopkeeper, who became more relaxed.

"Brother Su, what is this rooster for?"

Not far away, Huang Qianjun is boringly teasing a rooster he just bought.

This bird is extremely ferocious, with sharp claws and beaks, walking like the wind, and singing loudly.

Huang Ganjun brought more than a dozen servants together, and almost dug the city market three feet, only to find such a majestic big rooster.

"Kill, let blood."

Su Yi casually ordered.

After going through today's events, he suddenly discovered that it is not bad to have a chorus by his side, which can save a lot of time and energy.

"Okay."

Huang Qianjun took out a short knife from his waist and began to get busy.

Not long after, he brought a bowl of bright red chicken blood to Su Yi's side.

"Okay, it's none of your business, you can go home."

Su Yi picked up a bundle of tied willow sticks and dipped the tip of the willow in the bowl of chicken blood.

Huang Qianjun hesitated: "Brother Su, in my opinion, all the people who worked for Wen Changqing in Xinghuang Medical Center were all driven away by you. If Wen Changqing knew, he would definitely not give up. Do you want me to find my father? To warn Wen Changqing?"

Su Yi glanced at him and said, "If you are interested, go and find out for me, who is the best at casting weapons in Guangling City."

Huang Qianjun lifted his spirits and said, "Brother Su, this is so easy to handle. My Huang family monopolizes the artifact refining business in the city. There are more than 30 artisan refining masters! Whatever the weapon, I promise to let the best refiner work for you!"

It was only then that Su Yi realized that the three clans in Guangling City, the Wen family monopolized the herbal business, the Li family monopolized the grain and grain business, and the Huang family monopolized the refining business.

"I plan to forge a sword." Su Yi said.

Huang Qianjun immediately smiled and said: "Casting swords? Then go to Wang Tianyang, Wang Lao's way of making swords is a must in Guangling City, and many people from other places come here, just to ask Wang Lao for one. A good sword."

Su Yi nodded and said, "You come here tomorrow morning and take me to see him."

Huang Qianjun readily agreed and said, "Brother Su, is there anything else?"

He is extremely enthusiastic when it comes to doing things for Su Yi.

"Go home."

Su Yi waved his hand.

"Brother Su, then I'll come back tomorrow."

Huang Qianjun saluted and left.

He is very funny, and if he sticks to Su Yi's side all the time, he will also provoke the other party's annoyance.

Like when he used to go to the brothel, the most annoying thing was the squires his father sent to him...

After soaking the tied wicker in the rooster's blood, Su Yi picked up another knife and chopped it on a three-foot green peach wood.

As the fine wood chips flake off, a mahogany sword soon takes shape.

Afterwards, Su Yi got up from the bamboo chair, held the peach wood sword in front of him and looked at it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Just waiting for tonight."

Su Yi casually waved the peach wood sword, and glanced at the green wicker soaked in the blood of the rooster.

The gaze shifted immediately and landed on an old locust tree not far from the courtyard.

The locust, the ghost in the wood!

This tree is yin, and it is most likely to attract ghosts and evils to parasitize on it.

And the layout of this courtyard is bad on the side of the locust tree. There are wells dug out, and the yin and evil spirits are rising from the ground, which will only turn this courtyard into a "haunted house" in the eyes of ordinary people.

"This well is obviously blocked, so it seems that someone has already noticed that there is a problem with this well."

"However, no one told me this..."

Su Yi was thoughtful.

……

Wen Jia.

Wen Changqing's residence.

"Father, just got the news, that **** Su Yi took over the business of Xinghuang Medical Center on the first day, and kicked all the servants of our family away. Isn't this a slap in the face of our family?"

Wen Jieyuan said angrily.

He is the son of Wen Changqing. He is nineteen years old and full of vigor. He has the perfect cultivation level of "refining meat" in the blood-moving realm.

"I didn't expect this trash to be so cruel."

Wen Changqing frowned and said, "Where is he now?"

Wen Jieyuan said: "It is said that he settled in the haunted house behind the Xinghuang Medical Center."

"Huh?"

Wen Changqing's eyes flashed a strange color, and the frowning brows also stretched, and said, "If this is the case, we don't need to do anything at all, then the waste will not survive tonight!"

"Why is this?" Wen Jieyuan was startled.

Wen Changqing recalled: "Nine years ago, there was a tragic incident in that haunted house, and a doctor and two medicine practitioners who lived in it all died suddenly and violently overnight."

"This incident has caused uproar in the city and has seriously affected the business of our Xinghuang Medical Center."

"I spent a lot of money on a well-known wandering Taoist priest."

"This person's name is Wu Ruoqiu. When he entered the haunted house, he said that there was a ferocious ghost attached to the well next to the old locust tree!"

"According to Taoist Wu, unless you have a master-level cultivation, no one will be able to descend that ghost!"

Hearing this, Wen Jieyuan was startled and said, "What happened later?"

Wen Changqing said: "Wu Daoist asked me to forge a batch of chains, and sealed the well with the secret technique of Qimen, saying that as long as the living people do not live in that courtyard, that ghost will never be seen again. appears."

When Wen Jieyuan heard this, he suddenly understood, "So, as long as Su Yi lives in that haunted house tonight, he will surely die?"

Wen Changqing laughed, "It should be like this. In the past year, I have not understood why the old lady insisted that Ling Zhao marry this Su Yi. But no matter what, if Su Yi dies just like this, it will be a great deal to us. As far as the writer is concerned, it is also a good thing.”

Wen Jieyuan nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, now cousin Lingzhao is about to become a 'master disciple', how can such an identity be matched by Su Yi's waste? A good thing."

Wen Changqing suddenly became serious and said: "This matter must not be leaked to others, otherwise others will know that if we don't remind Su Yi that there is a problem with the haunted house, we will inevitably be affected. "

Wen Jieyuan replied with a smile, "I understand, this is calling him to kill himself. Do you really think Xinghuang Medical Center is so easy to get? Speaking of which, it should be his mother-in-law Qin Qingcai who killed him Su Yi. Yes."

Wen Changqing scolded: "Don't be presumptuous, that's your third aunt and Ling Zhao's mother, remember to show some respect in the future!"

Wen Jieyuan nodded in disapproval.

Night is falling.

The Xinghuang Medical Center has closed after a busy day.

In the courtyard, Su Yi was sitting alone in the room, breathing and meditating, with qi and blood circulating all over his body, constantly kneading the fascia of his whole body.

This is the third level of "strengthening tendons" in the blood-moving realm.

The so-called strengthening of tendons is to use qi and blood to temper the fascia of the whole body, making it as tough as a bowstring and as soft as cotton wool, so that the body becomes as flexible as a civet cat.

The so-called rise like an arrow, fall like the wind, move like a civet cat, and can do things that are difficult for ordinary people to do.

The core of all this lies in "strengthening the tendons".

After the fascia is exercised, the strength of the whole body will also skyrocket.

In the cultivation of the blood-moving realm, it has been recognized since ancient times that "it is easy to refine the skin and flesh, but the muscles and bones are difficult."

For a long time, Su Yi got up from the meditation and drank the prepared cup of ginseng tea, feeling the boiling power of the whole body, and he couldn't help but look forward to his actions tonight.

Since his reincarnation, he hasn't really fought a real fight.

Who would have thought that the first opponent could be a ghost?

Next, Su Yi picked up the bundled wicker and peach wood sword, walked out of the room, moved a bamboo chair, and sat casually in front of the stone steps.

The bundle of willow sticks was soaked in the rooster's blood for several hours, and the green willow leaves and branches had faintly glowed with a faint blood color, and it was held in his hand like a soft whip.

The peach wood sword was leaned against the side of the bamboo chair by Su Yi.

When he really needs a sword, it means he needs to be real.

"If you change to other blood-moving realms, even if you encounter ordinary ghosts, I'm afraid they will not be your opponents. However, I had a fight with the Ximing Ghost Emperor in my previous life. Asura Sutra] Give it to me, it is said to be the supreme Taoist scripture in the eyes of ghost Xiuyi..."

Su Yi sat there, his thoughts were flying.

The night wind is blowing, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

It was almost early morning, and the lights on the streets of Guangling City had been extinguished one after another, and the darkness was like a tide, submerging the earth.

The whole city seems to have subsided from the lively and fell into sleep, only the occasional barking of dogs can be heard from afar.

Tonight the sky is cloudy, obscuring the stars.

In the courtyard where Su Yi was, only a candle in the room was flickering, and it looked dim and dim through the window paper.

He holds a wicker in his hand and sits quietly in the darkness of the night.

Only that pair of eyes had a little bit of anticipation permeating.

Suddenly ~IndoMTL.com~ on the old locust tree in the courtyard, the branches swayed, the leaves rustled, and in the night it was like a whispering sound.

On one side of the ancient well, the rusty and mottled chains on the manhole cover are like a group of awakened snakes, rubbing and squirming with each other, making a sound like a night owl's neighing, which makes one's teeth sour.

The air suddenly turned cold, like a cold snap in the middle of winter, piercing the bone marrow.

Hoo~

On the ground, as soon as a locust leaf fell, it was swept up by a gust of wind, flying in the ink-like night, like countless shadows dancing wildly.

Su Yi's cyan robe was rattled by the wind.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

When a gust of wind blew the fallen leaves, he finally moved.

Right arm raised, wrist shakes.

A bundle of soft wicker with a faint blood-colored luster suddenly stretched and lashed down in the void.

Clap!

Crisp like thunder, exploded in the night.

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