At this moment, Xue Caiyu only felt comfortable and refreshed, as if he had never been so happy since he could remember.

It is naturally a pleasure to witness the cowardice of ghosts, but not all of her good mood comes from this.

The high place where Xue Caiyu has been standing is where Bu'an's poetry is. The aura of poetry is naturally the richest here, and even closer to her, every word is clear, and the other party's experience of this seven-character poem is the clearest, so among all the people present, the spiritual power she absorbs is naturally the most abundant.

At this time, the soul group in the courtyard dissipated, and she was able to calm her mind, recalling those few lines of poetry, Miss Xue still sighed: Three steps into poetry and steps, and there is no vanity under the fame.

These few short lines of poetry fit the current situation, and they are extremely powerful and complaining.

The first sentence of "sinking the heart of the north, the south and the east" naturally means that the Great Liang is attacking the Rakshasa in the north, the southeast worships the moon and poisons, the country is broken and the people are in difficulty, and the piles and piles are all pressed on the heart of Bu Gongzi;

"Young man Dengjiang Shilang", a "cai" word, and the joy and sorrow that is difficult to distinguish, the Spring and Autumn period penmanship, like referring to "not long", clearly and "just so" meaning, want to step up to the son of the talent, by the title of the nine products of the essay official, or the latter more; and the sentence "scholars taste the style of Jin Xian", and borrowed poems to laugh at themselves, saying that they are a scholar, following the Wei and Jin Dynasty celebrities, and the behavior is out of line, not understood by the world - it is rumored that he is a madman, obviously related to this.

The last two sentences, half of which are Yongzhi, half of which are self-sighs, as if they want to sweep away the Qifu Rebellion with their own strength, but they are not only heroic, but also have a deep helpless heart to escape from the world.

As for the last sentence, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow...... Xue Caiyu couldn't help but blush his cheeks when he thought of this, and hurriedly glanced at the ugly girl beside him, for fear that she would look strange.

Fortunately, the ugly aunt didn't notice her thoughts, she just breathed heavily, and subconsciously murmured: "That ghost...... This poem...... It's so good to give birth to ......."

Xue Caiyu saw that the ugly aunt was out of shape, and reminded softly: "Don't you know, Bu Gongzi is known as the three-step poem and step-by-step road?"

"I don'......t know if you know the three-step poem?" the ugly girl looked at a loss: "Do you know?"

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and they didn't know what the other party said, and there was already a commotion in the courtyard below.

"That ghost is so domineering! After just a moment, the two brothers of King Zhang lost their breath!" Brother Bai Ying squatted under the courtyard wall, supporting the two brothers who got along day and night, and when he saw that they were clearly dead, he couldn't help but cry.

"Master Bu...... Why is that ghost so domineering...... Why are you afraid of Buye?!" Some people were puzzled.

"Our Bu Ye is a Confucian, and he has practiced a breath of righteousness, and the evil does not invade, of course the ghost must be afraid!"

Even if this sycophant is so far-fetched and so nonsense, everyone claims to be it, but only one person is against it.

The person who opposes it is none other than Bu'an himself.

"Fart!" he scolded with a smile: "Haoran righteousness is really so effective, the ghost hunting business in this world is not for Confucianism?!"

The crowd laughed. They are all Jianghu people, and they are used to seeing life and death, even if some colleagues have just disappeared, it does not prevent them from laughing wildly.

Bu'an tore open the long shirt that was already broken and only a few pieces of cloth were left, and said loudly: "That yin spirit is not afraid of me!

Everyone followed the sound and saw that he was wearing a dark wire soft armor, even if the blood-colored moonlight shone on it, there was no trace of scarlet, and their hearts said that this was indeed a treasure.

Bu An only started to speak, dispelled everyone's doubts, and did not continue to explain, but ordered to quickly collect the bodies of the two brothers of King Zhang, so that they could go to the next place.

At that moment, someone stepped forward to pick up a corpse, and was about to run away, when he found that Miss Leng was still sitting against the wall, her face was as pale as paper, and she immediately shouted in a hurry: "Miss Leng...... Miss Leng looks like she's dying!"

In this troubled world, people have died a hundred, even if everyone has some sadness in their hearts, they will not be too sympathetic, but the serious injury is different, after all, the injury can be saved, and it cannot be delayed, not to mention that it is still a girl's family.

The crowd immediately gathered around.

"Get out of the way!" the ugly girl shouted, and flew down the eaves with Miss Xue on her back.

Only then did everyone remember that there was also a healer's holy hand in the procession, who suddenly dispersed and made way for them.

Xue Caiyu hurried to catch up, squatted down, helped Miss Leng up, stretched out her hand to look, and her face was cloudy.

"Step ...... Bu Ye...... ...... in my home There is also an old mother at home...... "Miss Leng has almost never spoken since she entered the Seventh Division, but at this moment she shouted with an anxious face.

Bu An stood aside, his face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, it's not just you, Brother Qisi, if something happens, the relatives who stay in Yuezhou, the Qisi will definitely be able to support them." ”

Miss Leng nodded reassuringly and slowly closed her eyes.

On the occasion of life and death, the people of the Seven Divisions couldn't help but be silent.

But at this moment, Miss Xue's palms suddenly overflowed, reflecting the blood veins of Miss Leng's chest and abdomen clearly. Under the reflection of the glow, those broken bones and clogged blood vessels slowly reset and unblocked at a speed visible to the naked eye...... Even Miss Leng's face gradually became rosy!

The descendants of the medical saints actually have the ability to bring the dead back to life?! Everyone was dumbfounded.

The glow gradually dimmed for a moment, Xue Caiyu caressed Miss Leng's heart, until she spit out a mouthful of black blood, then turned her head and said: "It's just that the muscles and bones are damaged, and it doesn't hurt the soul, so it's okay to rest for a few days." ”

“...... Thank you, Miss Xue. Bu An said sincerely.

The ugly aunt craned her neck and raised her chin, as if to say, "Now you know Miss's ability, right?"

Miss Xue smiled and said, "It's clear that it was the aura that Bu Ye recruited and saved Miss Leng's life." Thank me for what?"

The ugly girl pursed her lips, but she didn't dare to speak—just because what the young lady said was indeed the truth, if it weren't for the aura that the poem had brought in, with the remaining spiritual power in her young lady's body, she would never have been able to perform such an amazing method.

Bu An smiled slightly, and he was not polite.

At the moment, the matter was important, and he instructed Zhang Ziyi (the eldest girl) to carry Miss Leng back to the inn to rest, and then took everyone and rushed to the next place.

The wind and wind are cold, the evil moon is in the sky, and the footsteps on the ancient bluestone streets are chaotic.

The Ghost Hunting Division had just caught a ghost, and rushed to the next place non-stop, as if time had gone back half a load, and re-experienced the scene of catching ghosts overnight at the beginning of the opening of the Seventh Division.

Although the blood moon of Baxi is thicker, and the ghosts of Ningyang are more terrifying, the boy is no longer the boy he was at the beginning. The crowd behind him was huge, not the seven or eight figures who were few and full of complaints.

Not long after, a pitch-black flag embroidered with the golden "seven" character was hung on the city wall of the south gate of Ningyang.