If you want to deal with the spectre, it is very important to be able to determine his identity before his death so as to find the spectre smoothly. Although Huo Junzhong doesn’t know how to eliminate the spectre yet, the preliminary work must be done first.
Wei Yuantong, a dangerous serial murderer, looks like a millite Se. No one can tell the difference when he walks into the crowd. No one can think of it. It is so ordinary and has an evil soul.
In the past two years, Wei Yuantong has been hospitalized for three times. His kidney is sick, and his attending doctor is just guessing.
The source of Lian Jing’s data is not mysterious, except that jǐng’s data was stolen from jǐng’s bureau, and some chats in his brain were found on the Internet. It is already very remarkable to organize this information into a picture and block most of the information.
Huo Junzhong said to Lian Jing, "You can be a detective in the future, and you will be the best."
Lian Jing shook her head and said, "I’m not interested. I’ve long thought about it. In the future, I want to be the best game designer on earth and design a program that can be programmed like the mother."
Rick, an American student, raised his hand and said, "I want to be a film director and shoot a real Transformers movie. That guy doesn’t know allspark’s J and jīng God."
Chen Haobo said, "I want to be the owner of a comic book company and make it more popular than the wind and cloud."
Huo Junzhong asked mitarai Qingzhi, who was playing a game, "What about you?"
"I want to be an animation supervisor in the future." mitarai Qingzhi’s round face sparkled on the screen, saying it more seriously.
"Huo, what about you?"
Huo Junzhong smiled indifferently. "I don’t want to do anything. Let it be."
Lian Jing frowned and said, "People have to have dreams to struggle. Why do you sound like a master, Huo? You won’t be born again, will you?"
As a result of chatting, Huo Junzhong finally understood what this community really does.
These are four crazy fans of animation culture. Students who are not interested in communicating with people in the real society are interested in network intelligence information. They originally came to make comic world’s design map. Although Lian Jing is sixteen years old, she has already released two games for sale on the network. Later, by accident, this graphic model found that the classification of network event information can deduce the truth of the event. Just for fun, several talents set this model map of real things just like playing games.
There were seven people in the club originally. This derivation model was originally led by a student, and Lian Jing was his assistant at that time. Now there are four people here, but Yinghui School has its own activity room. If there are at least five members, the activity room will be cancelled. This club, however, few people are willing to attend, which leads to mitarai Qingzhi seeing the new transfer to Huo Junzhong and immediately pestering the reason.
The activity of the club is to study the animation and shadow culture, commonly known as the secondary culture. These people secretly installed a large number of H-game cartoons in their heads. In order to avoid being discovered, it is stipulated that only boys can join the club.
Huo Junzhong is very satisfied with this club where few outsiders join. He doesn’t like to deal with people either. The members of this club are not interested in other people’s affairs, and they don’t associate with outsiders here. It is very quiet and very suitable for Huo Junzhong.
After school, Cymbidium will take Xiaohui home to cook for Grandpa Huo, while Cymbidium will go to the company for night classes. After studying, she can’t send a car to pick her up like the day before yesterday. Although Cymbidium didn’t give up Huo Junzhong, she also left Huo Junzhong and said something was wrong. She left alone.
Huo Junzhong left school for the hospital.
He wants to know what happened to the man who was taken to the hospital last night. Although he still has some fears about the cat Huo Junzhong, it is necessary for him to know the result since he intervened in this matter.
Coincidentally, the man was taken to the hospital, which was the Sunshine Hospital.
Huo Junzhong saw his name in that family last night, and asked about his friend’s identity at the front desk of the hospital. It happened that this front desk was also known by Huo Junzhong. A few years ago, Huo Junzhong was also a frequent visitor to Sunshine Hospital. She didn’t make things difficult for Huo Junzhong, telling him that the patient was out of danger after first aid, and now he has woken up. The hospital informed his family, but no one has visited him yet. There are still 30 minutes before the end of the visit. Huo Junzhong needs to see him as soon as possible.
Huo Junzhong did not enter the ward to visit the man. For Huo Junzhong, it is enough to know that he is fine.
From the hospital, I bought a fish. When Huo Junzhong came to the male residence, the cat saw him. He knocked on the door and walked into a messy room. He handed the fish to the cat. Even if it can understand people’s words and absorb the moon J and jīng, it can be practiced, but it is still an ordinary cat. It always wants to eat.
The cat seemed really hungry. He grabbed the fish in lightning speed and wiped it out. Even the fishbone was chewed clean. Huo Junzhong said to the cat, "Your master has been saved, and there is no danger to his life." When he heard the master, the cat’s ears trembled, and when he got together, he heard that his master was not in danger. The cat meowed and prostrated himself.
"Don’t thank me, you send me Hanyuan jade, and I’ll help you save your master. We’re even." Huo Junzhong didn’t receive it, but asked, "Cat Daoyou, can you tell me how you practice?"
Huo Junzhong’s own spiritual practice is very lucky, but he is vain. He washes his marrow and suffers from illness, which makes him calm and not easily influenced by foreign objects. He is clean in the mountains, and his aura is sufficient. In this way, he is still treading on thin ice when practicing, afraid of one wrong step, and Y and N fire burns us, which makes the previous efforts vain.
If the animal cat learns to practice, this is what Huo Junzhong can’t imagine.
After practicing, you may be able to understand and speak human language, but before practicing, how should you tell the cat how to inhale vitality, such as control?
The cat stared, as if what Huo Junzhong said was too complicated for it to understand.
After a long communication, Huo Junzhong affirmed that the cat can understand some human languages, but just like a human child of five or six years old, his language ability may be worse, so it is extremely difficult to communicate with him.
Huo Junzhong has two puzzles. First, what can this cat practice? Second, when it was called that day, it immediately regarded itself as an enemy and wanted to kill itself.
However, Huo Junzhong finally managed to communicate with the cat, so he could give up his confusion. Maybe it was only after Ri that the cat practiced to spit people’s words that he could answer the doubts in Huo Junzhong.
Two days later, Huo Junzhong came to the paradise club. Zhu Nianneng was still lying in bed, still surrounded by beautiful women waving to let them go out. Huo Junzhong sat down and said, "Zhu Daoyou’s life is really chic, but it won’t affect his practice if he goes deep into the world of mortals."
Zhu Nianneng said, "Unlike your Dan family, we pay attention to quiet inside, and the mortal world is the necessary condition for our cultivation."
"Indulge in me, not fake foreign things" is the core idea of Yang Zhu’s one-line practice.
The core ideas of the two factions are different. As Zhu Nianneng said, he will not teach Huo Jun the imaginary Y and N Yang Dao, because Huo Jun can’t learn.
However, magic is a practice. Although the roots of Taoism are different, it can still be learned.
Chapter flying sword
Zhu Youneng handed Huo Junzhong a finger-size, mahogany made into a blood-stained school sword with a symbol tattooed on it. Zhu Youneng said, "It’s not difficult to practice flying swords. It’s easy to say that it’s difficult. It’s impossible to say that it’s difficult because there is no foundation and you can’t breathe outside. But if you have a foundation and you can breathe, anyone can practice flying swords."
Say that finish Zhu Nianneng fingers, a white light, the room sounded like a thunderous crackle, white light circled around the room, and suddenly flew to Huo Junzhong at a high speed after rotating for a circle. Huo Junzhong’s head was white, and the root didn’t respond. The white light stopped when it came into contact with his throat, and a chill ran down his throat.
Huo Junzhong swallowed saliva, and his neck felt pain slightly. A white Se jade dagger, about a foot long and as thin as a finger, was sharper than hovering in front of Huo Junzhong. If he had to move forward one inch, he would die.
"Zhu Daoyou, what do you mean?" Huo Junzhong quickly recovered and calmly asked Zhu Youneng to raise him ten times. It was a snap to kill him, and panic could not solve the problem.
Zhu Youcan see that Huo Junzhong is so calm, but he also secretly praised "Are you afraid of death?"
Huo Junzhong replied without hesitation: "I want to live, but I am not afraid of death."
"It’s rare to survive and not be afraid of death in your grade. No wonder practice can soon be an alchemist. However, human feelings are warm and cold, which is much more difficult than the demon outside the magic." Zhu Youneng flew back to his palm with a flick of his finger.
Huo Junzhong said with a wry smile, "I’m not good at dealing with people." Thinking that he had just come back and was tempted by Honglan and applauded by Zhao Xueping, Huo Junzhong felt that ghosts were simpler.
"To refine the flyijīng sword, you need to inject your j and ng’s spirit into the sword, so that you can run it. After you practice Yuan Shen, you can attach Yuan Shen to the sword and feel where others are. You can also kill the royal sword with a distance of hundreds of miles, but that is a theory. If you really get to that state, you will go against the fate of heaven and earth, but you will not dare to make it, and you will be detected by destiny."
Huo Junzhong looked doubtfully at the bright red Se peach wooden sword in his finger. "What is wood blade? Can this be there?"
"This is a virtual sword made by me. The sword ofuda is dedicated to hurting souls, and it has special effects on ghosts. If you are stabbed, although there is no trauma, your soul will be hurt, making it dizzy." Zhu Youneng said coldly: "Flying swords must be smelted by yourself, and your soul can be injected into the body of the sword before you can control the royal sword. If someone hits the body of the sword, your soul will also be hurt. Be careful.
Huo Junzhong, Zhenyuan Zhu, was able to get through the meridians, mainly the heart, lungs and meridians, while Zhu Youneng gave him a map and taught him the formula of imperial sword.
After watching the array figure, Huo Junzhong couldn’t finish it, but he didn’t worry. The cloth array is a very advanced Taoist skill, especially the one that makes the abode of fairies and immortals. It’s no use looking at it again.
Flying fencing, Huo Junzhong mastered it. After a few days of practice, Huo Junzhong was able to drive the peach wooden sword with his mind.
On the moonlit night, Huo Junzhong is in the park, and the mahogany school is dancing in the dark. It is quite flexible … The speed is slower than that of Huo Junzhong. When the mahogany sword falls into his hand, he frowned. Although he can use the royal sword, he can fall when he is around 10 meters in diameter. The speed is even faster. Now the speed is about one-third that of bees flying. At this speed, even children can take a wooden stick to strike down the flying sword and act like the wind.
Moreover, Huo Junzhong couldn’t move his feet when he urged the flying sword. He couldn’t help thinking, "This flying sword is not as good as a toy pistol. What’s the point of practicing?" His heart was angry, and the jade tripod in the abdomen rotated, and the fire was injected into the peach wooden sword, and it was thrown with hand.
But I heard a bang, a Lei Guang, a red peach wood dagger turned into a white light, and she flew out. She bounced off a big tree, and the skin of the tree was hurt, but the leaves fell, and suddenly yellow leaves danced. But just now, this big leaf was still green.
Huo Junzhong was puzzled and delighted to pick up the mahogany dagger and watch the big branches and leaves of the tree roll over, just like being hit by lightning.