When Bu'an stood there whispering to the female ghost, Xue Caiyu noticed it, and when he saw him writing poetry, he thought that he was just reading the manuscript alone.

It's just that this poem is very different from the previous one, and the first two sentences seem to say that Bu Gongzi has been accustomed to this long night since he set up the Ghost Hunting Seven Divisions this spring, because of the need to catch ghosts;

The latter sentence "vaguely motherly tears in the dream", but I don't know if he is talking about himself, or he remembers the scene when the cold girl entrusted her widowed mother, and he felt it;

The last sentence "the city head changes the king's flag", the shallow meaning means that the yellow and red flags have just been hung on the head of Ningyang City, and the deep meaning is that this Ningyang County, from tonight, will no longer be a place to worship the moon.

Miss Xue tried her best to understand the meaning of the poem, not only out of admiration for the poem, but also because she knew that the deeper the understanding of the poem, the better the effect of absorbing the aura.

Therefore, she almost subconsciously walked forward with Bu'an until she was pulled by the ugly girl.

"Miss...... Watch out. ”

Xue Caiyu said "um" casually, and then was startled by the oncoming majestic momentum.

"This ghost is still sane!" the blind man's hoarse and anxious cry seemed extremely abrupt in the calm night.

Miss Xue almost didn't even her breath, and her body was pulled back sharply by the ugly girl, but she caught a glimpse of an extremely thrilling scene in her eyes.

I saw that at the end of the long street where the blood-colored moonlight and the clear aura intersected, the figure of the young man walking alone was suddenly shrouded in a strange black fog that appeared out of thin air, and then the black fog exploded "boom", spreading, rolling, and rotating, instantly turning into a hurricane, gathering from the ground to the sky.

At the same time, Bu Gongzi had a long sword in his hand, piercing the sky, and the whole person jumped out of thin air and plunged into the black mist.

He rose to the sky, but his mouth did not stop, and his voice was clearly mixed with anger.

"Endure watching your peers become new ghosts, and angrily look for small poems in the knife bush......"

A boundless aura surged around the ghost, slowing down the violently swirling black mist.

The black mist seemed to know that it was powerful, so he got out in a hurry, fell to the ground obliquely, and condensed into an entity in just a moment, turning into a white-faced scholar!

"There is no place to write after the low eyebrows, and the moonlight shines on the clothes like blood. After Bu'an finished reading this sentence, he landed on the ground, only to see his long sword dragged upside down, hanging diagonally on the ground, staring at the scholar.

"Childe be careful! it has not been refined by the Yin Evil, it is already the body of a ghost male!" Zhang Blind couldn't help but remind.

"Interesting, really interesting...... white-faced scholar suddenly laughed, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he couldn't tell that it was a ghost at all, and even the tone and voice of his voice were the same as that of a living person, "I haven't come out for more than ten years, not only does it coincide with the prosperous age of the evil moon, but I also met many living people who are not afraid of death, which is interesting enough, and there is one of them who can devour ghosts." What kind of method are you cultivating? No, it's the black clothes you have ...... ghost on you."

Bu'an turned a deaf ear and walked slowly towards him.

The ghost scholar seemed to have no fear, shook his head and smiled: "Don't waste your time, you can't catch up with me......" Before the words fell, he turned into a cloud of black mist, quickly swept out more than a dozen steps away, and condensed the human form again.

He wasn't wrong, at this speed, Bu'an really couldn't catch up.

In fact, if it weren't for the ordinary ghosts being bound by the Yin Gathering Cave, where would a mortal cultivator in the flesh be able to catch up with the ghosts that exist purely in the form of Yin Spirits.

Bu An simply stopped, and said with a smile: "You were also a Confucian when you were alive?"

The scholar thought for a moment and said, "Yes...... It seems to be a Confucian. ”

"That's good, since you are a Confucian, you will naturally learn benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, and you will not harm the innocent. You and I have no enmity in the past, no injustice in the near future, and there is no need to see each other in life and death, so don't live and die. Bu An suggested with a smile.

The scholar seemed to be dismissive of his proposal, and grinned: "Do you know how I died back then?" Then his face turned cold: "I returned to my hometown with my family, and I was poisoned in wine, and I saw my wife and children die tragically, and the person who poisoned me was my friend from the same village...... Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith? It's just ridiculous. ”

When the scholar said this, he drifted away again, and retreated a dozen steps in the blink of an eye.

Bu An realized that he saw that the aura on his side was gradually thickening, so he retreated again and again.

"So you see, what does it matter to me whether the world lives or dies...... No, no, I'm happy to see them die tragically, and it's better to die so that you can be happy enough......" The white-faced scholar's face gradually gave birth to an intoxicated look: "Why don't I kill all these people around first?"

"How dare you?" Bu An took a step forward.

The white-faced scholar seemed to like to see him now, pointed at Bu'an and laughed: "Are you anxious, are you scared, are you scared......?"

"Leave now, you and I can still get along in peace," Bu An said expressionlessly: "As long as you dare to kill me, I will search all over the world, and I will let you lose your soul." ”

"The color is strong on the inside, and the outside is strong in the middle. The scholar shook his head, commented with contempt, and then suddenly disappeared.

Then there was a scream from somewhere around the street, and the scholar reappeared, as if he had never disappeared at all.

"Now that I've killed your people, what can you do with me?" he looked at Bu'an's face, as if waiting to see how angry he looked.

Bu An held back his anger, but his face was still calm.

The ghost scholar stared at him with interest, as if to find a trace of pain on that calm face.

Bu'an has crossed so far, and it has never been so difficult to ride a tiger, and it is difficult to advance and retreat, this ghost scholar is clearly an "antisocial personality" because of his life experience, and he can't cure him now, if he has the intention to do it, the seven divisions will no longer be at peace.

He was furious in his heart, and he wanted to strangle the other party, but he had to deal with it carefully.

At this moment, the ghost scholar suddenly slammed, and was shrouded by a ghost shadow that suddenly loomed behind him.

"Master, on the occasion of separation, I will give you a big gift......" is the voice of the female ghost!

This female ghost actually quietly touched the ghost scholar and entangled with him.

"Skyfire...... Soul Refining?!See ...... "The ghost scholar was careless, and he was attacked by someone, anxious and angry.

The female ghost was originally on the verge of promotion, and the moment she was entangled with this ghost scholar, she broke through the boundary and hooked up a green flame like phosphorus fire. The two ghosts were entangled with the heavenly fire, and even the sound became intermittent.

"Master...... Take the aura to town it...... I left ...... A trace of residual thought...... In the Armor...... Just to die with him......"

Is this female ghost so kind?!

Bu'an rushed forward quickly, and before he had time to think about it, the poems that rose in his heart had already blurted out.

"Life is a hero! Death is also a ghost! So far, I think of Xiang Yu! I refuse to cross Jiangdong!"

This five-character quatrain, which has been passed down through the ages, is much more clever than the two poems he copied before, so every time he recites a sentence, the aura is a little stronger. When the poem was written, the aura had enveloped the entire street, not only was the blood-colored moonlight gone, but the sound of the aura surging in the ears even sounded.

The sound of the waves is rattling, like the water of the Wujiang River beating on the riverbank, which makes people can't help but think back to the scene when the overlord of Chu crossed the river and bid farewell to Yu Ji.

"Hahahaha...... So far, I think about Xiang Yu...... Refusing to cross the Koto ...... What a refusal to cross the Jiangdong ......" The female ghost's voice was like a fascination, as if full of grievances, all of which were aroused by this verse.

Two ghostly shadows were haunted together, and at the corner of the street, like headless flies, they crashed everywhere, the masonry was splattered, the dust was flying, and in a moment the eyes were full of ruins.

The ghost scholar clearly wanted to escape, but every time he was dragged back by the female ghost.

Under the suppression of the rich and pulp-like aura, the violently entangled black mist gradually slowed down, as if it was becoming more and more sluggish. However, in the entangled and concussive black mist, a small cloud suddenly escaped, and as soon as it got out, it flew into the distance.

Bu'an yelled badly, and wanted to catch up, but it was too late. Even if this ghost scholar escapes, even if his strength is greatly damaged, he will have endless troubles.

But at this moment, a string of swift and high-pitched piano sounds sounded, as if the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone into the night.

This sound of the piano seems to be familiar, it seems to be the original, on Zijing Street opposite Linglong Fang, in the interval of Bu'an's storytelling, in order to attract the attention of Qingshan, the song "I just caught a few demons, and a few demons were lowered, why is he so much of a ghost", but it is not exactly the same.

The moment the piano sounded, the fleeing black mist scattered into wisps as if it had been sifted through a sieve, and then all of them bounced back.

Bu'an strode over, jumped up and spun, and swallowed the scattered black mist cleanly. When he landed and stood firmly, he saw that not far away, Qingshan was holding the guqin, looking at him with a light smile.

“...... Is it out of the customs?" he asked with a long breath and a smile.

Qingshan nodded with a smile, and a faint blush flew up on his cheeks.

"Thank you, Childe, for fulfilling ......" The voice that suddenly sounded did not come from the mouth of Qingshan.

Bu An turned his head to look, and saw that where the two black mist were fighting, the ghost qi had dissipated, and there was only one woman standing, who was the ghost...... Or should it be said: is it Yu Ji?

"You...... Are you alright?" Bu An exclaimed.

"That poem...... stabilized the soul of the concubine's body...... "The female ghost is blessed."

"So, you don't have to sleep for a hundred or two years?"

The female ghost suddenly disappeared out of thin air, only a lazy and tired voice whispered in his ear: "Not only do you not have to sleep, but you also have a blessing in disguise, swallowed that scholar, and thus promoted the ghost male...... In the future, you can escape from this broken armor during the day and come out to play with your son. ”

"Is it so miserable?" Bu An suddenly felt a trace of remorse.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, he put aside the female ghost, and was about to walk towards Qingshan, only to see this beautiful pianist, and suddenly said lightly: "I heard Ziyi say that the son made a new poem tonight, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow." ”

"Beautiful ......" Bu'an was speechless for a while, and said in her heart that why is the big girl's mouth so fast, and it is really a stupid thing to let her send Miss Leng back.

"Bu Gongzi ......" This time, it was Miss Xue who rushed over: "Who is that woman just now? Why did she suddenly disappear out of thin air? Is it a beautiful female ghost?"

Why is it endless...... Bu An's brain was buzzing, he coughed dryly, and said with a straight face: "Take advantage of the strong aura, let's hurry up and practice!