The old Taoist priest Xu had never met Nanfeng who dared to scold him in front of so many people, and he was so angry, he blew his beard and said: "Wild woman in the mountain village, didn't your parents teach you etiquette, righteousness and shame?"

"I don't have parents. Nanfeng said with a stalk around his neck.

Although it was the truth, it made the old Taoist priest even more angry, he pointed at her with floating dust, and his beard was blown high: "Forget your ancestors and relatives, and care for people in vain!"

He thought that he had exhausted the most vicious abuse, but unfortunately it was not an abuse on Nanfeng's body. She is alone now, where is there any "humanity" that can be ignored?

Nanfeng said: "The so-called human ethics should also be human first. Wait for the old horseman, no one is worthy of it, what kind of people are you talking about?"

"You...... You are really ......" The old Taoist priest wanted to scold a few words back, but he was so angry that he didn't stand firm and sat on the ground.

The disciples of the old Taoist priest hurriedly rushed up to pat him on the back, and did not forget to echo the old Taoist priest and scold her.

The people in the audience stood on the sidelines, like ducks with their beaks bolted, not knowing which side to help.

Taking advantage of this time, the south wind walked towards the little scholar.

Obviously she couldn't see his face, and she didn't hear his cries for help, but Nanfeng always felt that this boy was attractive to her. The ghost sent the gods, and the south wind ruffled the little scholar's messy hair.

The little scholar felt that someone was approaching, and reluctantly raised his head, and the interesting thing is that at the moment when he collided with the eyes of the south wind, the little scholar's eyes suddenly brightened from dimness, like dusty pearls, polished by silky satin.

Not only that, the little scholar began to twist violently, looking very excited, but he couldn't speak.

Nanfeng finally saw him in his full form. Thin, weak, but full of scholarly temperament, with good facial features, and an indescribable style.

Such a face, especially such a pair of eyes, extinguished the fire that was burning vigorously in the south wind at once. She has the illusion that she is passionate, and this face was born specifically for her.

Based on his appearance, Nanfeng also subjectively believed that he had been wronged. She proudly believes that well-informed centenarians are better than those stinky Taoists who blow their beards and stare at them.

"Are you alright? I'll untie you!" Nanfeng put it into practice as he soothed him.

But one of the young disciples of the old Taoist priest stopped her.

The little Taoist priest had a big mole on the corner of his mouth, which hung on his face like a dry boogio, which made people feel disgusting when they saw it.

The little Taoist priest rudely pulled Nanfeng aside and said, "What are you going to do! Do you know how difficult it is for us to arrest him? Don't make a mess!"

"He's not a demon!" Nanfeng said firmly, "He has flesh and blood, and he doesn't have a little resentment on his body, how can he be a demon?!"

"What a mess, you wild girl, do you know what a ghost is?"

The spectators also chimed in: "Little girl, something like a demon and a resentful spirit would rather be killed by mistake than let go." If he is really an evil ghost, once he is released, he will kill us!"

"Do you hear that, wild girl!" the big mole suddenly rose with someone cheering.

The little scholar seemed to want to defend himself, but his mouth was dry, and he only let out a short "heh...... ...... sound, followed by a cough.

Nanfeng kindly patted the little scholar's chest and comforted him: "I know, I know, don't be afraid, I'll save you, save you." Then he quarreled with the little Taoist priest and said: "Dare to call me a wild girl, you are shameless one by one! Don't you want to catch evil ghosts? When my aunt and grandmother were evil ghosts, my grandfather was afraid that he was not born yet!"

"Unreasonable, uneducated!" said the big man with disdain.

Nanfeng explained to the audience: "Most of the evil ghosts are possessed for revenge, have you done something wrong? Are you afraid that others will seek revenge? Besides, if he is an evil ghost, why do you let a strong person like you not entangle, but possess such a dying scholar?"

The big mole said, "What do you know about a girl? In recent years, this has happened several times in the neighborhood, and it has happened to people who are dying......

"Then you're going to burn everyone down? If you burn it, it will have an effect? In this way, there are so many evil ghosts in the world!"

"Not ......"

"Big mole, I really hope that you and your master will become evil ghosts and resentful spirits, and taste the taste of being burned to death. Your master has a handful of old bones, I'm afraid he doesn't even need firewood and grass, the fire will definitely burn vigorously!"

The big mole's temper skyrocketed by the south wind, and he didn't pay attention to it, but he laughed angrily.

South Wind: "......"

After laughing for a while, he suddenly raised his big hand and slapped it towards the south wind. Nanfeng didn't expect that a cultivator who claimed to be a pure cultivator with six roots would "hit a woman", so he forgot to dodge and shrank his neck fiercely.

At the same time, the little scholar who was tied into a zongzi actually snorted, struggled hard, broke the rope into pieces, and broke free from the altar!

The people present, including Nanfeng, were stunned.

The little scholar was unstable, without the restraint of the rope, and almost fell headlong, but fortunately, the south wind helped him in time. To her surprise, the little scholar who had broken free did not immediately go to his grandmother, but took her hand and hurried out of the crowd.

He was sick, he had no strength, he walked a little shaky, but he still held her hand tightly, and she was in pain. She tried to shake off his confinement, but who knew that he was pulling tighter, ignoring her screams of pain, and only buried her head and ran away.

His body was weak, and he staggered as he fled, and his emaciated body shook in front of Nanfeng's eyes, like a bamboo pole that had become fine.

Seeing that they had lost their "prey", the little Taoist priests rushed to catch him, and several spectators also participated in the operation to capture them. Luckily, Nanfeng was quick, so she grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at them, or picked up a stone and threw it at them. The little scholar was very familiar with this area, so he hid on a secluded path, turned left and right, and they really got rid of the little Taoist priest who was chasing.

They ran into a dense forest, and when they couldn't hear any noise at all, he finally stopped.

He was panting and sweating, and his hair was now sticking to his skin, looking even more haggard and embarrassed. He turned his head to look at the south wind, not blinking, and even holding his breath on purpose.

He didn't speak, just stared at her. She was stared at by him, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Little brother, hehe, we are safe, you ...... You don't have to be afraid......"

The little scholar didn't speak.

"I know I'm good-looking, so don't keep looking at me," Nanfeng quipped.

The little scholar didn't say a word.

This embarrassed Nanfeng, and she laughed dryly: "Are you scared by me?" Hehe, I'm kidding you - you go, your grandmother is still waiting for you......"

He didn't speak, but still looked at her like a wild duck that would fly away at any moment.

Suddenly, he opened his arms......