"Jun Dudu, this name is very ugly, how did your teacher teach you......"

I rolled my eyes, and I still thought it was your son, and you sarcastically mocked me for not reading a good book?

I twitched the corners of my mouth with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm a scumbag, I'm proud, you're so knowledgeable, you get up!"

Jun Yuan was silent for a moment, as if thinking of a name, and said after a while.

"Fu Chang sword Xi Yuer, Xuan Qiang Mingxi, famous Jun Yuxi."

He paused, his gaze seemed to linger on my face for a moment, and then said, "Word toot." ”

Although my grandmother didn't have much requirements for my academic performance, she often asked me to memorize some sacrificial words, yin and yang gossip and so on.

And what he said, I just happened to memorize.

This thing always stumbled on me, and this time I also said to him coldly.

"I thought that the great god of the monarch had experienced a hundred battles and was full of love, isn't it just the resignation of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi in the Nine Songs, and I will carry it when I wear open crotch pants."

As a result, the figure of the black brocade robe swept in front of me, and the long, cold fingers lifted my chin.

"Whether I'm experienced in a hundred battles, you will know when you try."

……

When Lin Meimei woke up, we went to her house together.

Along the way, she worshiped Jun Yuan in various ways, and his trick of ambushing ten thousand ghosts in the hospital was really too popular.

Lin Meimei almost didn't hold his leg and call the god.

But I'm a little strange, Jun Yuan's strength is so strong, those ghosts are not his opponents at all, what else does he want these ghosts to do?

But fortunately, with Jun Yuan and Dudu, Lin Meimei and I didn't have any evil to harass her on the first day at home.

Lin Meimei was not a serious Taoist aunt in the first place, she was interested in all kinds of strange things, and as soon as she heard that I was going to raise ghosts, she volunteered to take me shopping.

The two of us took a taxi and came to the bazaar in the west of the city.

I'm a lazy person, I often stay in my dormitory, and I don't know that there is such a big shopping mall in the city.

I followed Lin Meimei, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden.

She led me to the innermost part of the mall, and since it was a Sunday, the mall was very popular, and there was a lot of shouting along the way.

She found a shop with an old signboard and a kind-looking boss, and asked the boss if he had old yellow paper, good cinnabar and pens.

There are a lot of such things in the city, and the boss quickly came up with several.

Lin Meimei originally wanted me to use her materials, after all, those were given to her by her master Yu Qingzhen, and both the effect and workmanship were better than those bought outside.

But grandma's spell codex said that the production of the soul urn must use your own things, and what others have used, if it is stained with that person's breath, it will affect the accuracy of spell casting.

Under the guidance of Lin Meimei, I picked out the oldest and most expensive aged cinnabar, a pack of old yellow paper with a long storage life, and a special pen.

Just a little bit of something, I spent all the 1,000 yuan I had spent on my work-study program.

As for the yin soil needed to make the soul urn, I originally bought some at the funeral home, and tried to make a simple small earthen jar for Dudu to stay in it first, but as soon as he entered, it exploded directly.

Lin Meimei said that maybe it was because Dudu's ghost qi was too strong, and this relationship between the earth and yin qi was not enough.

I simply took out my grandmother's yin and yang compass, Lin Meimei's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the compass, and she hurriedly said several times that even his master didn't have such a good thing.

She happened to know a few places where the yin qi was heavy, and coupled with the guidance of the yin and yang gossip plate, it was already a little late when everything was ready.

After casually eating some takeout, I moved the tools for making the soul urn to the living room, put on gloves, and began to dilute and sift the yin soil.

Lin Mei's aesthetics is Maoshan Taoism, and she has never seen the production of soul urns, so she came around like a curious baby to see what I was going to do.

The urn for raising ghosts can be large or small, and I plan to make a bell-shaped one that is easy to carry. When making a soul urn, the rune pattern drawn must be accurate, and there must be a rune gall.

Without gall, the soul urn will have no effect, and it will not be able to attract ghosts and gods.

I opened the pottery wheel, put on plastic gloves, and started to make the prototype, but I couldn't grasp the speed of the turbine, and as soon as I used my hand, the prototype collapsed into a lump.

I didn't give up and continued to make clay embryos, but the tragedy was that I tinkered with them all night, and they couldn't even control the shape, let alone make any shape.

My hands were already shivering with cold, and the yin soil itself contained resentment, trembling as if I was self-conscious, causing me to be unable to gather.

Lin Meimei couldn't stand it anymore, she packed up and prepared to sleep, just when I was worried about a pile of soil, a pair of cold hands grabbed my left and right hands respectively and led me to the clay wheel.

My fingers pinched out various postures under his control, and with just a few strokes, the clay embryo that I couldn't pinch at all just now was automatically formed as if it had life!

Only then did I notice that I had been completely encircled by Jun Yuan, and his cold breath was blowing in my ears, but I felt that my ears were involuntarily hot, and even my heartbeat was out of rhythm.

"Yin clay pottery is unusual, your Taoism has not been completed, and there is no ghost power, failure is reasonable."

A low, magnetic voice rang in my ears, my breathing was chaotic, my heart was beating uncontrollably, and even my palms began to sweat.

Is this a comfort to me?

Out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but glance at his face, still hazy, and I didn't know what his expression was now.

I swallowed as I swallowed as I thought of the blushing intimacy that I had blushed and heartbeat before.

In fact...... That one...... It feels like it's really good.

"That, Jun Yuan, where is your head?"

Jun Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect me to ask such a question, and then there was a chuckle.

"You always thought the deity had no head?"

I nodded.

He didn't speak, but his long, cold fingers led my hand, and I could clearly feel his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his thin lips, his cheeks.....

The atmosphere is nice and ambiguous.

Can...... I rolled my eyes helplessly and yelled behind me.

"Lin Meimei! Can you turn off the music that is still in love with people! It's so late to the neighbors! ”

Lin Meimei stretched out half of her head from the room and said shyly.

"Hehe, isn't this creating an atmosphere for you guys...... Shut it down now! ”

But fortunately, she made such a fuss, and those thoughts in my heart disappeared completely.

I went into the bathroom and washed my hands while throwing cold water on my face in an attempt to bring the unusual heat down.

I kept telling myself in my heart, Zou Ning, Zou Ning, people and ghosts have different paths, are you stupid?

Whether it is Jun Yuan or Shen Yan, their purpose is only the blood of the virgin, and after a year, the secret marriage will be automatically dissolved, and they will no longer be able to find you, don't die!

After some psychological construction of self-hypnosis, when I returned to the living room, I had calmed down a lot, but when I saw Jun Yuan, I still couldn't control my heartbeat.

At this time, the clay embryo of the Yin Earth Bell has been prepared, and it has to be baked and dried, and then the runes are carved on it.

I plugged in the electric stove and put the bells in and turned them on to dry them on low temperature.

Taking advantage of the time difference in baking, I picked up the clay puppet that I had prepared a long time ago and tried to carve some more advanced runes on it.

The result is still the same tragedy, there is no need to mention the complex pictures and texts, the simple pictures and texts are crooked, either the pen is slid or directly penetrated, and it takes a lot of effort to draw one, just like a dog gnawed.

Dudu pointed to a snake-shaped pattern I had drawn, and said innocently, "The sausage you drew is so cute......

With such a smart and vibrant brushwork, where do you see the cuteness?

"The pictures and texts you draw are wild with innocence, and innocence with chic, which is very incomparable."

It's obviously a serious word, why did it come out of his mouth and add to the blockage?

Jun Yuan's fingers hooked, and the carving knife came to his hand, and the knife held several beautiful sword flowers in his hand, and with a few simple scribbles, he directly copied a spell that I had spent a lot of effort drawing!

Hey, I'm so tired!

"Ahem, it's not bad, it's considered to have thirty percent of my skills."