Hua Yi walked through the backyard of Linglong Fang with a cold face, and the shopkeeper Sun and the thin maid, who were sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, glanced at each other with a smile.

When she entered the house, the thin maid said softly, "Shopkeeper, do you see it?" ”

Shopkeeper Sun shook his head with a serious face: "Be quiet, people are the owners." ”

The thin maid "Qi" said: "It's not the big owner of Yuhang and Jiangning, I really think of myself as a family." ”

"Young man, high spirits. Shopkeeper Sun smiled: "The Shenzhou Dynasty is unified, and now where is there a place for vertical and horizontal cooperation, it would be good to be able to do it in all directions." ”

"The flower girl dreams of returning to the Seven Kingdoms every night......" The thin girl was halfway through speaking, and the door behind her creaked open, and she quickly stuck out her tongue and bowed her head silently.

"Shopkeeper, come here, I have something to discuss with you. Hua Yihan stood inside the door, his face still not good-looking.

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Shopkeeper Sun listened to Hua Yihan explain the ins and outs of the matter, frowned slightly when he heard it, and said in his heart that it was no wonder that this woman had changed her temperament today, and she would find herself to discuss things, and it turned out that she had lost a lot in front of the scholars.

"Jiaxing Fang has ironclad evidence of Bu Hongxuan's 17 crimes, which is enough to kill him, I thought that with this condition, I could firmly pinch the scholar to death, who would have thought that he didn't care......" Hua Yihan was puzzled: "Could it be that he is famous and does good deeds in Yuezhou, not to avenge revenge?"

"Impossible," Shopkeeper Sun shook his head and said: "Killing his mother and taking property and forcing him to become rich, this is the revenge of the family, he is only afraid of sleeping with a knife every night, and there is no possibility that he does not want to take revenge." But ......"

He paused, and said in his heart that I would let you know today, the little girl, that my shopkeeper was not done for nothing, and shook his head and said, "But the flower girl still underestimated this scholar." He went to Tianmu to worship under Tu Yaomen, which was borrowed from the power of the right minister's court, and then went to Yuezhou to recruit Deng Xiaoxian, and then borrowed the power of Kunlun...... The flower priest couldn't control anyone, but he was the only one who obeyed him. ”

Hua Yihan was shocked when he heard it, the matter of the flower Taoist being accepted as a registered disciple by the Kunlun Daoist, others don't know, but Linglong Fang knows, a few years ago, the former owner of Yuezhou also tried to recruit Deng Xiaoxian, but there was nowhere to focus at all, the scholar and Deng Xiaoxian were good friends, so it seems that it is not as simple as smelling alike.

"I was careless...... I just think it's all a coincidence. Hua Yihan's expression was solemn.

"When he came to the workshop that day, I thought he was a street artist who sang and commented," Shopkeeper Sun sighed: "Flower girl, you and I have lost our eyes." I asked someone afterwards, and his story of laughing and scolding seemed to be in line with the dispute between the court...... This scholar is a character and can't be underestimated. ”

A hint of shame appeared on Hua Yihan's face: "So, I deliberately said that his poems were worthless, but in fact, he had already seen through his intentions?"

"Picking goods is the buyer, and the more you devalue his poems, the more he will be emboldened. Shopkeeper Sun thought thoughtfully: What this scholar wants is not silver, and it is not just for revenge, I am afraid that he is ambitious. At this time, all sects and factions, including the imperial court, are watching the trend of the evil moon, but it has given him a chance to come out!"

He suddenly said, "Flower girl...... The evil moon is coming, but it is the opportunity for the hero to be born. ”

Hua Yihan was excited when he heard this, as if he smelled a trace of the smell of Xianqin Zhang Yi and Su Qin's vertical and horizontal shutting, leaned over and said, "So, we should change our approach, not to solicit, but to help him?"

"Just show sincerity, if he really has the appearance of a hero, it is not a matter of Yuezhou Linglongfang. Shopkeeper Sun said in a deep voice.

Hua Yihan thought about it sideways, and was thinking about whether to report the matter to the hall master, when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

The thin maid shouted through the door: "Shopkeeper, flower girl...... Go and see, there's a disturbance outside the door! The people who say we're going to kill the ghosts and catch the Seven Divisions won't give the poor a way out!"

Shopkeeper Sun looked at Hua Yihan with a surprised expression.

Hua Yihan said bitterly: "I just said it casually...... Why did he take it seriously?!"

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Bu'an is a little serious, but he doesn't take it too seriously, especially when he heard Zhang Blind say that the Zongheng family has long been in decline, and now it can't be long, only Linglong is left, so he doesn't take the flower girl too seriously.

The woman was very inward-looking, like a girl who was lying in front of a small stall, threatening to smash the stall, but her eyes were staring at the clothes she fancied.

If you want to talk about the ability to immunize negative energy and poisonous chicken soup, in this world, he really doesn't target anyone.

Moreover, the ghost qi of thirty households in one night was more than the total amount he had accumulated before, and the coolness condensed in the dantian had turned into a pill with distinct edges, and the results were really gratifying.

This sense of accomplishment and the hunger and thirst of wanting to continue to rub ghosts spurred him, and he used the temptation of silver and aura to spur the ghosts to hunt the people of the Seven Divisions.

On the night of the third day of the junior high school, Luo Qingting finished the first household and shouted to leave. Bu An persuaded her to walk down with her again tonight, and she would share difficulties and share blessings in the future. Luo Qingting was unrelenting, but he didn't really leave.

This night, Deng Xiaoxian complained, although he was dragged by Bu'an to complete the full thirty households, but with the help of Qingshan and the help of You Ping's drawing talisman, the flower Taoist priest still succeeded in killing four households, and caught the ghosts of nine households in one night, but Hui Yuan honestly finished all the shares he promised.

After finishing the last family, Bu An said: "Miss Luo and Miss Qingshan don't rush back tonight, go to the yamen to sit for a while." ”

Deng Xiaoxian was pleasantly surprised: "Are you going to compose poetry again tonight?" As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and it was obvious that half of his previous tiredness was faked.

Luo Qingting also seemed to realize what "there are difficulties to share, and blessings can be shared", and his face was full of expectations.

Bu An smiled and said, "I'll know in a while." ”

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Back at the Yamen of the Seventh Division, before dawn, Bu'an closed the gate tightly and gathered everyone into the courtyard.

When everyone sat in a circle, he said mysteriously, "Mr. Haruyama has a new song to play for everyone." ”

Everyone looked at Qingshan, but Qingshan looked at Bu'an.

She had been waiting for this moment for several days, and it had been unclear why Bu Gongzi didn't let her play the song "Moon Splash Galaxy", and vaguely felt that Ying Bo might have guessed correctly, he really hung his appetite with this song, and it was only then that he realized that things were not what he thought.

Walking through the streets and alleys for these two nights, Qingshan can also see that after two more nights of tossing like this, I am afraid that the people of the Seven Divisions will really not be able to survive, fatigue is still one thing, and too much spiritual power consumption is the real reason.

It turns out that you want to treat everyone with this song, so that you can hold on to this breath again? Haruyama couldn't help but feel a little nervous in her heart, when she just finished composing this strange new song, she wanted to play it right away, but the longer it dragged on, the less confidence she had.

Bu An is not worried at all, if the song is not effective, it is a big deal to copy a poem to save the scene.

But Qingshan didn't know what he thought, but when he had a relaxed face, he had a full grasp of the tune.

"Are you so confident?"

Harumayama smiled, and became relaxed, and stretched out his hands to the strings.

The prelude sounded, which seemed familiar, but not exactly the same, and Bu An closed his eyes with great enjoyment and sat back on the bamboo chaise longue.

"The moon splashes the galaxy, and the road is long. The wind and smoke are gone, and the shadow is ......"

“...... The illusory world is empty, and the grievances are resting. Abandon enlightenment and leave the confusion, and the six dusts will not change. Angry, sad and crazy, it is a human being, a ghost or a monster, but there is a demon debt in his heart. ”

This is like the song that reappeared yesterday, sung in the clear mountain, the clear spirit is like the echo of the empty valley, and the sorrow is like the cuckoo crying blood.

Bu'an closed his eyes and listened, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and when he was about to fall asleep in the haze, he opened his eyes suddenly, and was startled by the scene in front of him.

The Milky Way in the night overhead was shining, and a layer of thick fog floated in the courtyard at some point, Qingshan was like a Yaotai fairy sitting in the clouds, twisting lightly and slowly, playing a melody that should not have appeared in this world, and Deng Xiaoxian and others around him had closed their eyes and sat cross-legged.

After playing the song, Qingshan looked at Bu'an like waking up from a dream, with tears in the corners of his eyes, surprise, emotion, and a hint of shyness in his eyes.

"Thank you. Bu An smiled contentedly.

"Haruyama, thank you, Childe. Haruyama smiled beautifully.

Bu An leaned back on the recliner, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Practice, girl...... I'm going to practice too. ”

Actually, he just wanted to sleep for a while. It's so tiring.