Deng Xiaoxian grinned like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and said: "It's not ashamed for the students to say it......

The fat man who watched feng shui leaned over and said, "Scholar, you can't really be from Tianmu Academy, are you?

Deng Xiaoxian waved his chopsticks and said: "Go and go, what is rushed out, even if the broken Taoist temple is lifted eight times, you won't be able to return to me...... My little brother is still a student. Haven't you seen it, when his two senior sisters returned to the academy a few days ago, they cried so much that pear blossoms brought rain, and said, 'I don't know how sad it is for the master to see it'...... "He followed the steps to settle down at the opposite door, and when Lou Xinyue came over that day, he happened to be there, and at this time, he imitated Fang Fei'er's tone of speech, but he learned vividly."

Bu An glared at him and said coldly: "If you don't say a few words, you won't die." ”

Deng Xiaoxian was still a little afraid of him, knowing that he had made a joke, he shrunk his neck and said, "Yes, yes, yes, if you don't say a few words, you won't die." ”

At this time, even the man of the owner family was a little puzzled, and said curiously: "Little boy, are you really a student of Tianma?"

Before Bu An could answer, Gongsun Pang answered: "Then can there be a fake? Our three evil divisions hide the dragon and crouching tiger, which is known to the whole of Yuezhou." ”

The man of the proprietor nodded his head again and again, but his face was still a little disbelieving, and he asked tentatively: "Little boy, do you know that this month, there is a scholar surnamed Bu who shocked the world and caused the vision of heaven and earth?"

Deng Xiaoxian's eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed, "My little brother is surnamed Bu!"

The man of the proprietor's family also changed his face greatly, and said, "Could it be that you are the three-step poetry step leader?!"

Bu An'an thought that this reputation had actually spread to Yuezhou, and he was hesitating whether to admit it, Deng Xiaoxian was already like a deflated ball, shrunk back on the stool, and said stupidly: "That's not it." He only knew that Bu'an was called Bu'an, but he didn't know that he had a wrong word called Zhidao.

The man of the proprietor grinned, feeling that he had taken it for granted, how could a Confucian genius who became a poet in three steps come to Yuezhou City to catch ghosts, and when he saw that Bu'an did not react, he asked again: "Little boy, if you are really a student of Tianmu, you should have heard of this, right?"

At this time, except for Deng Xiaoxian, everyone looked towards Bu'an, after all, Deng Xiaoxian usually doesn't have a few words of truth in his mouth, maybe what Tianmu said is also bluffing.

Bu An was stuffing a chopstick dish into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Don't listen to the sound of Lin beating the leaves......, right?

The girl in cloth suddenly showed disdain, and said sarcastically: "The great talents who become poems in three steps are not remarkable, and the great ones have come to catch ghosts......"

Bu An glanced at her and thought: This woman must have been poor at home when she was a child, and she was heartbroken when she saw that others obviously had books but didn't cherish them. Anyway, I was going to make a bad reputation, so I looked at her with a smile and said, "I just don't want to be motivated, please help me publicize everywhere, so that I can become notorious." ”

The girl in cloth was a little confused by what he said, and "Qi" turned her head away and said softly: "I don't know shame." ”

Bu An nodded and said: "Yes, yes, when promoting, don't forget to add this sentence." ”

When the two were arguing, everyone else looked at them with a smile. Gongsun Pang learned that the helper he invited was actually a scholar of Tianmu, and he felt that there was light on his face, so his attitude towards Bu An was much better.

Everyone laughed and ate dinner, and the man of the proprietor saw that the sun was already in the west, so he hurriedly took his leave and left, leaving only one person here to watch.

As soon as he left, the conversation became even more lively.

Only then did Bu An know that although the fat man was not a cook, the nickname in the Yuezhou cultivation circle happened to be called a cook, so Deng Xiaoxian would laugh out loud when he heard it.

The girl in cloth is surnamed Luo, and her skills are already well-known in Yuezhou, and her family is a family of Taoist cultivators, not so poor that she can't afford to study, but she has an upright personality, she can't pretend to be in her stomach, and she has any thoughts written on her face.

The middle-aged Dao aunt's surname is Zhang, and she is a relative of Gongsun Pang, similar to the niece of the mother-in-law of the third uncle's cousin and nephew.

The topic goes back and forth, and it is inseparable from silver. Bu An finally saw that the core contradiction between these people was the contradiction between labor and capital: everyone wanted to pay more, Gongsun Pang didn't do it, but they all wanted to save face, and they didn't say it straight when they went back and forth.

As the sky gradually darkened, the subordinates of the proprietor trembled and lit the oil lamp, and stood at the dining table in a daze, not daring to stay too far away from these cultivators. Bu An also shook his spirits, thinking that it was finally time to wait for the time to rub the ghost. On the contrary, a few people who are dedicated to ghost hunting seem to be careless, as if they don't care at all.

Bu'an waited left and right, and there was no ghost. There was no shift on a cloudy night, and even the time passed in a daze. He was dozing off with his head when he suddenly heard a strange noise, opened his eyes, and saw a very strange scene.

Not far in front of everyone, a woman in a long red dress hung on the beams of the room, her body swaying gently in the wind, her face was white, her facial features were dripping blood, her tongue was spitting out, hanging half a foot long, and her mouth made a moan of "hehe".

Gongsun Pang said lazily: "It's really a hanged ghost......

Bu An heard his tone of nonchalance, and his mood calmed down a little, and said softly: "This is a terrible ghost, right?"

The cook said leisurely: "This ghost has three souls, and he is a powerful ghost, but he was not a cultivator before he died, and he never devoured his soul after death. ”

Bu An nodded, thinking that these ghost hunters were indeed professionals, and their understanding of ghosts was much more advanced than that of several of his peers.

He sat on the bench, his body instinctively leaning back, and the hanged ghost hanging from the beam was less than a foot away from him, and could be seen clearly by the candlelight. This ghost has a melon seed face, only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she should be regarded as a beauty before her death, with a thin red dress covering her body, lining her bewitching curves with extraordinarily exquisite.

Bu An looked carefully, only to find that the female ghost was not swaying with the wind, but struggling, and her body was twisting and probably trying to get off the beam, but every time she shook, the cinnabar runes on the peach stake on the ground would flash slightly, obviously suppressing her ability to move.

Deng Xiaoxian picked up the wine glass, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity, such a beautiful woman hanged herself ......"

The girl surnamed Luo snorted and said, "Don't be sentimental, people may have been dead for hundreds of years." ”

Deng Xiaoxian smiled sheepishly: "I'm just sorry for the beauty, in my eyes, the Qingting girl is the most beautiful, Yuezhou is full of spring, and it can't match your smile." ”