I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Li Qingfeng drank three glasses of wine in a row before letting out a sigh of relief.

The originally pale face became more rosy.

Everything that just happened was far beyond his knowledge.

He had only heard of ghosts and spirits before.

Reading novels and listening to storytelling can make you scared, but it is not as impactful as seeing it in real life.

He also nearly died.

It was truly a walk through hell.

Looking at the picture scroll hanging on the wall, the initial fascination and obsession are gone when I look at it now.

Although the painting was painted by Xu Ziming, a master of the previous dynasty, it was just an ordinary painting.

Looking at the four friends lying on the ground, Li Qingfeng could only feel lucky.

Fortunately, he became a Qi Practitioner and had the sacred weapon, the Soul Flag, in his hand. Otherwise, he would probably not be able to get through this hurdle today.

Fortunately, he woke up in time and saved four friends from being killed.

Little did he know that if it hadn't been for the fact that he had become a Qi practitioner and had the aura within him, he would never have attracted the attention of the mandrill ghost in this scroll.

One drink and one peck are all a given.

But what concerned Li Qingfeng the most was the green-faced evil ghost that jumped out from the Soul Flag.

The evil ghost was tall and majestic.

A fierce aura hit his face, and his terrifying eyes were like lightning.

He always felt that the evil ghost looked at him with deep meaning, but because of the short time, he could not communicate.

Just now he was so frightened that he dropped the Zunhun Banner, but now he picked it up again.

Look at the small flag in your hand.

Now the face of the Zunhun Banner has been fully opened, with a ferocious evil ghost drawn on it.

At the same time, he was a little worried.

It is said in the Blood Evil Dharma that the evil ghost of the Soul Banner will bite back the owner of the banner.

If you don't have enough strength, it's best not to use a soul banner that is stronger than yourself.

So he was worried that he would be bitten by the evil ghost, what if that glance was a sign of the evil spirit coming back to bite him.

The evil spirit inside the soul flag easily captured the spirit, and the monkey-shaped spirit had no room for resistance.

If it comes back to bite you, can you hold on?

cannot.

Li Qingfeng still knew how much he weighed.

Facing the ghost-faced spirit and monster, he was so frightened that he could only rely on the divine weapon to save his life.

If the evil ghost inside the artifact backfires, he will definitely die.

However, Li Qingfeng still felt that the Zunhun Banner would not backfire on him.

At least not now.

Otherwise, the Zunhun Banner would not have given a warning.

And with the evil ghost's crisp and clean style of acting, he would not leave out the overnight meal, so he would definitely have taken action long ago if he wanted to backfire.

Li Qingfeng wrapped up the soul flag and put it in his arms: "There must be a road for cars to reach the mountain, and for ships to reach the bridge, it will be straight. It is useless to think too much. You still have to work hard to improve your strength."

There is no need to hold this literary meeting again. Just let the four people leave when they wake up.

The sun sets.

The four unconscious people finally woke up.

There was no suspicion between them. This kind of drunken unconsciousness often happened at cultural gatherings.

It's just that they just don't feel very happy, and their bodies are tired and uncomfortable.

Li Qingfeng didn't want to say anything. The truth was often cruel and unbelievable, so he just let them think of it as the discomfort caused by being drunk.

Normal people will be affected if they stay with ghosts for a long time, not to mention if they are stunned by ghosts.

Liu Chuang collected the painting, and all five of them had nothing to think about.

Originally, Li Qingfeng persuaded Liu Chuang to burn the painting, but found that he could not give an explanation.

Since the evil ghost in the painting has been eliminated and the beauty scroll has lost its magic, it is better to let Liu Chuang go back with the scroll.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries again.

Since it was almost dusk, we left in a hurry.

However, there are still two people who are planning to stay in Yuefu Building.

I also advised other friends to stay.

Li Qingfeng didn't have this intention, he still needed to go back to practice.

This battle made him realize that he was still too weak.

After all, you can't just shake the soul flag and lose strength and fall down, unable to fight anymore.

When I read the stories and stories in this journal, I always felt that those who stood in the way were stupid, bad, and holding me back.

He always curses to relieve the depression in his chest.

You can't become the person you least like. You must know that if you miss a good opportunity, you will lose your life.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what Li Qingfeng was thinking.

He was pleasantly surprised that he finally had a bridge to communicate with the banner master.

The mandrill ghost's skill is to enter dreams, create dreams and then sneak into them.

Now that Tushanjun has learned this skill, he can access the dreamland of the banner owner through the soul-respecting banner.

In this way, communication can be achieved when the banner master is weak and does not have enough magic power to manifest outside the world for a long time.

Not only teaching martial arts and martial arts, but also telling the banner owner what to do to advance the Soul Banner.

Wubao didn't know why his young master was so worried after leaving Yuefu Tower, so he could only follow him silently.

It's better not to disturb Li Qingfeng at this time.

When I returned home, I was told that the master and his wife had already been waiting in the main hall.

Li Qingfeng rushed to the main hall of his home without thinking too much.

It seems that the parents have been waiting for a long time.

"Son, you are finally back."

"I have a great news to tell you." Father Li stood up with a smile on his face, and his bloated body looked even more shiny.

Li Qingfeng suddenly felt confused: "I wonder what my father said?"

"Three days ago, the Bafang City County Sheriff posted a notice that the squires of Bafang City and the four counties under the county can send their children between the ages of eight and twenty to the County Sheriff's Mansion for examination."

"The term of the Immortal Master guarding Bafang County has expired. During the handover, the children with spiritual roots will be taken away to worship the Immortal Sect."

"Son, you are the only one in the family who meets the standards."

"Father has already secured a test spot for you."

When this information fell into Li Qingfeng's ears, it was like a thunderous explosion.

He was shocked.

I didn't expect that the immortal master who had been invisible for so many years would actually test mortals with great fanfare.

After careful questioning, he realized that each immortal master would stay for many years and then select a group before leaving.

This term seems to be ten years.

But he didn't look happy at all. If he hadn't gotten the Blood Evil Sect secret book and the Soul Reverend Banner, he would have gone happily.

Now that he has reached the first level of Qi training, he still practices demonic techniques.

There is no guarantee that those righteous immortal masters will behead him on the pretext of slaying demons.

Sometimes the explanation is vague.

In the end, strength must speak for itself.

Tu Shanjun listened carefully and also pondered undecided.

Looking at Hou Boxu's attitude towards evil heretics, he would rather kill by mistake than let go.

Extremely strong.

When fighting, they even resort to killing each other, even if they both die together.

I am ashamed to enter the Zunhun Banner and risk my life. I would rather lose my soul than fall into the devil's path.

What a cruel person!

Tushanjun cannot do this.

If people in the righteous way were like this, Li Qingfeng would probably be chopped down with a sword if he went there rashly.

Tushanjun is a time traveler, he doesn't take good things seriously, and he isn't even hostile to ghosts, ghosts, and monsters.

He just wants to survive.

But it is difficult to ensure that the righteous monks are like him.

Li Qingfeng is also weighing.

The defenders of the Taoism are all lunatics, not to mention the evil demon who is the opposite. The best case scenario is that his cultivation is abolished and he starts practicing again.

But with five spiritual roots, will he have a chance to enter the Immortal Sect?

Li Qingfeng felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to get in.

Five spiritual roots are very inferior spiritual roots.

Three months of feeling qi is already the limit.

I was able to practice qi for a month because Dun Dun had some meat, and it was easier to practice qi at the first level, so I reluctantly got in.

"Father, I...think about it."