Even if Master Ziyun didn't speak, I was already so vigilant in my heart. Without thinking, I quickly spoke and stopped him: "Wait a minute, I have a story."

Pu Songlin stopped hearing this and looked at me with excitement.

"You have a story?"

"yes."

I nodded with a temporary stance and asked back, "You just said that as long as we tell a story, we can answer a question, isn't it true?"

"Of course it's true! You can start." Pu Songling gently put down the small notebook in his hand and picked up the brush he was about to put down again, as if he was ready to record.

His appearance is exactly the same as the legendary one. It is said that when this old man was alive, he was particularly interested in some folk ghost stories. He often carried a stool and a coffee table and sat on the roadside for a day, looking for passersby for the best of his time.

He told some stories about strange elves. No matter whether the story was wonderful or not, it must be served by good tea and water.

But I didn't start right away and quickly took out my concerns, "Thank you, there are many stories here, I just don't know if your old man has the news I can want here?"

When Pu Songling heard this, he laughed and showed a disdainful expression. Xiao Xiu shook her, "Just, there is no news in the world that I don't know yet."

My eyes lit up and I quickly asked, "I want to know, what is your relationship with Zhang Tianqi?"

"Oh, you talk about him, we and even...!" Pu Songling suddenly stopped when he said this, showing anger.

"How can you break the rules? According to the rules, you clearly told the story first."

I didn't care too much about his anger, but thought about what he hadn't finished. If he guessed correctly, he should actually want to say that they were friends. This answer was a bit beyond my expectations.

But then I thought about it and it was reasonable, otherwise how could the first person in the Life and Death Book be his name?

Seeing that I didn't answer his question, the old man became even more angry, "Hmph, the little baby dared to lie to me. Since that's the case, I'll catch one first."

Before he finished speaking, the old man started to do it directly. He saw the brush in his hand gently tilted forward in the air. It looked like he was playing, but Zhao Wuji, who was wrapped in a wall, was hummed without warning.

With a sound, the whole person straightened up like chopsticks, his legs tightly closed together, and his hands were also pressed against his body, as if he was tied up hard by an invisible rope.

Zhao Wuji's face changed drastically and he struggled hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of such a posture, and then he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Damn, this old man is very weird. He tied me up!" The old man's face showed a look of horror for the first time.

We were also secretly shocked, and I had never seen such a strange method.

Taoist Ziyun beside him even exclaimed, "This, this... he is a true spirit!"

As soon as I said this, I took a breath.

The so-called true spirit is actually a kind of ghost, but it is indeed an extremely special ghost. Because if you want to become a true spirit, you must have a rigid requirement, that is, you must have a certain speciality in the soul itself.

This particularity has nothing to do with the strength of the soul, but is different in a certain aspect. It must be to achieve the ultimate, understand a certain truth of heaven and earth, reach a certain resonance with the heaven and earth, and then obtain the way of heaven or earth.

Only by acknowledging can one achieve the so-called true spirit body.

Once you become the body of the true spirit, you can get the blessing of heaven and earth, and from then on, you can live in heaven and earth, and you can even say that you are immortal.

It sounds a bit terrifying, and even infinitely close to the gods. However, the true spirit is different from the gods, because the gods need to be granted titles and are granted by the world, and they exist in the minds of all living beings, and can accept incense worship and believers' worship.

The true spirit can only rely on its own perception, and there are basically no so-called believers and incense, so in terms of quantity, the scarcity of the true spirit is definitely above the gods.ωωw..net

However, even so, it does not necessarily mean that the true spirit is worse than the gods, because the two are not on the same path, and the things involved are naturally different. Although gods are often extremely powerful

Divine power, but there are also many candids. Take the fallen flower cave god as an example. He can travel through the mirror and shuttle between each other in different spaces. This ability is already weird enough, and has great combat power, but it still

The loss was in Zhang Tianqi's hands.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that although the body of the true spirit is not as good as a god, it is almost the same. Especially every true spirit is an extremely special existence and often has very strange abilities, so compared to the gods, the true spirit

It is often harder to deal with.

It's like the old scholar in front of me who lived all his life. What I know is to write the world-famous Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. It has been popular in later generations for hundreds of years, so his ability seems very strange, just like before me

In this way, you can't even touch the mind.

So at this moment, his label in my heart is definitely no less than that of Zhang Tianqi.

Even though we wanted to rescue Zhao Wuji, we had no ability at all for a moment. Seeing Pu Songling smiled and put the brush in his hand around him, Zhao Wuji's body appeared there strangely.

He fell on the big rock with a head facing down, and directly planted Zhao Wuji's old bones, and his eyes were filled with stars.

"I've tried it for you!"

Zhao Wuji let out a loud roar, and the black snake spirit suddenly appeared behind him, and the big snake roared in the air.

"Hey, there is also a snake spirit! This must be hundreds of years of practice, right?" Pu Songling's eyes lit up, and he looked at the snake spirit in front of him.

"Old guy, now you know how powerful I am. Let me go quickly, otherwise I will let him eat you." Zhao Wuji threatened proudly.

As he finished speaking, the fierce gaze of the snake spirit also fell on Pu Songling's body, with awesomeness. It seemed that it was ready to swallow the enemy in front of him at any time.

But when the beast saw the old man in front of him clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then his aura shriveled like a balloon. Then he turned his head and his body quickly became smaller, and he penetrated into Zhao Wuji's body.

Inside, the speed is so fast that it seems like it has never come out.

Zhao Wuji was stunned and a big question mark appeared on his head. It was obvious that he was not sure what was going on?

In desperation, he quickly called out to his immortal family, but no matter how he called, the snake spirit would never come out again.

Pu Songling looked at Zhao Wuji's hard call while stroking his goatee with his hands, smiling proudly.

"No need to shout, it will definitely not dare to come out."

"Fart! Why should he listen to you?" Zhao Wuji asked angrily with red eyes.

Pu Songling's nature seems very good, so he patiently explained: "You just said that I have understood the true spirit of ghosts and spirits, and have the power of thick soil, so all the mountain spirits and wild monsters in this world can

I sensed the breath of my body, you beast is born in the mountains and grows under the soil, so you are naturally controlled by me and dare not attack me."

This explanation is very clear, but Zhao Wuji only heard four of them clearly, you beast.

So his face turned green and he started to curse: "You are the beast, who are you scolding the old guy?"

This opening immediately made Pu Songling so angry that he pointed at Zhao Wuji and scolded him tremblingly: "The rural village man, his dirty words are simply insulting and insulting..."

While scolding the old culture man, he picked up a brush and ticked Zhao Wuji's mouth. Zhao Wuji suddenly felt as if he had died and could no longer speak.

Pu Songling was satisfied and clapped his hands, put the brush in his hand back on the small table in front of him, and his eyes left Zhao Wuji and fell on me again.

"Little baby, tell me a story quickly. If you tell me well, I will let your friend go!"

When Zhao Wuji heard this, he quickly cast a look of help at me. Although he couldn't speak in his mouth, his nose was humming non-stop, obviously asking me to save him quickly.

I nodded, wondering what kind of story I wanted to tell?
Chapter completed!