Yang Er had already guessed that he was from an extraordinary background when he saw that Bu'an's body was recovering so quickly, but he never thought that he could kill the black bear monster with a single move and effortlessly.

I heard him say that he had a good future, and I was even more excited. It's just that the monster ate people, and the woman and the villagers who came out after him were taking a hoe and sickle, and they were angry at the black bear, and he was not happy.

When the people in the village heard that it was the descendants who lived in Yang Er's house who killed the monster, they were grateful, and their eyes looked at Bu'an, which were a little strange, probably related to the previous rumors.

Bu An didn't bother to explain to them, and walked back to the hut by himself.

In fact, with his current physical condition, he could have left Niuwei Village, went to Jiangning or Yuezhou, and summoned the old department of the Seventh Division, so as not to worry about Qingshan and Song Manqiu, but it was the eighth yin of the evil moon, and as soon as he left, Yang Er's family would be in danger.

God knows if the black bear spirit is on good terms, and whether he will come to this village to seek revenge.

Bu An could take Yang Er away, but he couldn't take a baby who was only more than two months old on the road, so he had to stay for at least two days and wait for Evil Moon to go down the mountain before making plans.

This night was uneventful, and the next morning, when Yang Er came to deliver the porridge, it was still the same big bowl as before, and it was still brown rice porridge, and he was not given special treatment because of what happened last night.

Bu'an was not unhappy when he saw this, but was a little relieved, and the reasons were very complicated.

Yang Er put down the pottery bowl and asked cautiously tentatively while Bu'an was taking a sip of porridge, "Brother...... It's a practice, isn't it?"

Bu An was a little unfamiliar with his wording, but he felt that only in this way did he look very refreshing, put down the porridge bowl and said: "It's a ...... of cultivation."

Yang Er grinned and said, "I'll guess it is!"

"What, you want to learn to practice too?" asked Bu An with a smile.

Yang Er's face froze when he heard this, and he said nervously: "I'm at this age, I can't cultivate, right?"

This is not wrong. Yang Erda doesn't know a single word, learning Confucianism naturally can't be, with his such upright character, most of the monks have no future, follow the monk Huiyuan to learn Buddhism, maybe there can be a small success, but he has the old and the young, how can the six roots be quiet?

Bu An didn't want to break his thoughts, and said casually: "It is natural that you can't cultivate to the heavens and the earth, but it's not difficult to deal with a monster." ”

Yang Er was overjoyed when he heard this, and was about to ask again, but he heard another commotion outside the house, and quickly ran out.

Bu An listened to the voices outside the house, vaguely a Taoist priest sent by the town to catch demons and eliminate ghosts, so he had no intention of taking care of it, taking care of his own breath, and collecting the wandering spirits scattered in the veins.

After noon, Yang Er came to clean up the porridge bowl, Bu An saw him with a bitter face, asked the reason, and learned that the Taoist priest came today, not because of the black bear spirit in the village - Niuwei Village and Gu Town are separated by more than ten miles, and no villager dares to go to the town to catch the market in the past few days when the evil moon is at the head, so the news can't spread so quickly - but it is related to the town's recruitment notice.

In short, the battle has not yet been fought, and the recruitment of soldiers has not yet reached the level of going door-to-door, but the recruited soldiers have to eat food, and the imperial grain paid last year has been transported to Bianjing, and the treasury is empty, so additional grain must be levied.

The Taoist priest was raised in the town, and he came to just spread a word, so that the villagers could prepare first, so as not to be caught off guard when the soap officials went to the countryside to collect grain, which would affect the political performance of the county and cause Li Zheng to eat the board.

Bu'an lives in Yang Er's house, not to mention the situation of other families in the village, he can empathize with the predicament of Yang Er's family, it is good to be lucky to survive, what is the difference between running to collect food at this time and urging life?

Since ancient times, wars have been fought for money and food, and these academies on Jianghuai Road have to support their troops and stand on their own, and it is understandable to levy grain. However, it is not uncommon for officials and lords to go out of the door, only know the layers of apportionment, and the soap officials from all over the country have to pump oil and water from them, and in the end they force the poor people to sell their children and daughters and be displaced, which is also a common thing.

Bu'an is not a bodhisattva in the temple, nor is he a master of the blue sky, this kind of thing is not his turn to take care of, but Yang Er is kind to him, and he always has to help.

Then he couldn't wait any longer. First, the officials in this place don't recognize him, in case the little official who collects grain comes, the little ghost is difficult, and it is always difficult to kill people at every turn; second, even if he recovers his injuries and then takes Yang Er out, he must also arrange the safety of the Yang family, lest he fail to help and harm Yang Er.

So late that night, Bu An took advantage of the fact that Yang Er's family was already asleep and quietly went up the mountain.

He didn't go far, but in the blood-colored moonlight, he could see the village below the mountain, and he could rush back to it in just a few jumps, and searched for half an hour to catch a white rabbit that came out to forage at night.

"Well, it's you......" As soon as he said this, a chill suddenly ran down his spine, for both his tone and voice were the same as what the man in his dream said to the white cat in the mountains.

Bu An persuaded himself not to think nonsense, sat down on the spot, took weeds and braided a rope indiscriminately, trapped the white rabbit in his limbs, and said softly: "Don't move for a while, miss a creation." ”

The white rabbit seemed to be able to understand human speech, and when he heard the sound, he fell down in the grass, motionless.

Bu An looked at the village under the mountain, thought sideways for a moment, sighed, and secretly wasted shame, but finally chanted softly to the night:

"Xinniang has been able to sing and dance since she was a child. The move is all good. Explain the heavenly slave shame, not afraid of the jealousy of the swallow in the palm. ”

"Exquisitely embroidered fan flower Tibetan. Like a turn of incense and clouds. If Wang Sun plans to give a thousand gold, he will only live on the east side of the painting building. ”

This "Magnolia" is made by Liu Sanbian, written about a woman in the Goolan Fence, in addition to summoning the wandering spirits in this barren mountain and wilderness, Bu An really doesn't think it can be of any other use.

With the birth of the whole word, there is a dense mist in the mountains, not far in front of Bu'an, there is a vague female figure dancing in the smoke, graceful, graceful.

The village below the hill is still quiet, and the villagers obviously won't notice the wonders here.

Bu An hurried up the time, drummed up his divine power to leave his body, and wrapped the figure of the woman who was dancing lightly in the azure divine power bubble - if it weren't for the fact that his divine soul had not fully recovered now, he could have held more spiritual energy. That's why he lamented the shame of waste.

I have the experience of the last time, and I have the ability to see the soul, and Bu'an will not go wrong, but he is also cautious and does not seek quick success.

Seeing that the part with the strongest aura was enveloped, and gradually shrunk into a ball, Bu An slowly squatted down, approached the white rabbit that he had just caught, and when he looked at the eyes of the white rabbit, he could clearly see the tension and expectation in its eyes.

Separated a trace of the soul, approached the pupil of the white rabbit, compared to the weeds last time, the spirit of the white rabbit is too strong, a moment later, Bu An saw the signs of the soul trembling slightly, so the enveloped, rich as pulp aura, along the silk trembling poured into the ......

Suddenly, the white rabbit's eyes became blurred, and then there was a hint of fluttering agility.

Only a moment of effort, where is there the shadow of the white rabbit in front of me, there is only a wisp of body left, the skin is as white as jade, the blow bomb can be broken, the figure is graceful, the slender waist is a hand, slowly bowed to Bu'an, and whispered softly.

"The host ......"

Bu An swallowed his saliva, very disappointed in his concentration.

"Go find your clothes to wear, I'll be waiting for you here. He deliberately avoided his gaze and commanded casually.

Seventeen said that the spirit infusion will take away a trace of the soul, temporarily inhabiting the spirit of the monster, and maintain it for several years, until it dissipates and returns to the demon master, the spirit of the demon can probably be regarded as the gift of the master, and then the temperament and wisdom depend on the nature and creation of the monster.

Therefore, as soon as this white rabbit becomes a demon, she can speak, and she recognizes Bu An as her master. If she is talented, and her soul is recovered in a few years, she can still be a qualified demon servant, otherwise, she can only take action by Bu An herself to "clean up the portal".

Of course, the reason why Bu An chose this "Magnolia" to help her become a demon is not only because of a trace of the evil taste cultivated by the demon servant, but also because of the two sentences at the end of this que, the description of self-cleanliness - whether it is useful or not, you must always try, so as not to create a copy of Yu Ji to ruin the door.

"Xin'er understands......" The rabbit demon bowed, turned around and jumped a few times, and disappeared from Bu'an's sight.

Heart...... Bu An was secretly amazed that the aura attracted by the poems had such a miraculous effect on the creation of monsters. The little rabbit demon knows that she calls herself "Xin'er" without anyone teaching her, doesn't it fit the sentence in the word "Xinniang can sing and dance since she was a child"?