On a spring night, the breeze blows lanterns and figures, and the aroma of wine and food fills the empty streets.

Zhu Xiuqi was slightly drunk, but Lou Xinyue still served him the wine with a smile, the two whispered a few words, and Zhu Xiuqi took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Fang Fei'er occupied a bench with a golden knife, talking and laughing freely; Song Qing rested on the bench with one foot, her body swaying, looking extremely comfortable; Su Su burped, her eyes half-open and half-closed, fighting with sleepy insects.

In this situation, Bu An was also in a happy mood, and left behind all the deviant and shy things in his pocket.

Fang Fei'er suddenly proposed: "Senior Brother Bu, tonight, we will use the banquet of ghost hunting to see off Senior Brother Xiuqi, and they all say that you can become a poem in three steps, so it is better to write a send-off poem for Senior Brother." ”

Bu An shook his head and smiled: "I said earlier that I have no poetic talent, and besides, tonight is not a send-off night...... "He smiled at a pair of jade people across the table and said, "It's a love night." I also drink this wine as a happy wine. ”

Lou Xinyue's face was slightly red when he said it, but Zhu Xiuqi said generously: "Then the junior brother should compose a poem." ”

Bu'an leaned on the table, smiled and waved his hand: "The poems of love and love are all miserable, and they are not suitable for use here." ”

Fang Fei'er said unyieldingly: "Love is only miserable in the depths, Senior Brother Bu writes it directly, the more bitter the better, Senior Brother Xiu Qi will not mind." ”

Bu An used Tai Chi Kung Fu again, no matter what they said, they couldn't write anyway.

was prevaricating, Zhu Xiuqi suddenly turned pale and said, "It's here." ”

Bu An followed the direction of his gaze and saw a layer of mist on the river beside the street, and in the dark and dreary water, a white figure was climbing the stone steps next to the river beach. The white shadow was covered in mud, and the hands, feet, torso, and loose hair were constantly dripping down, and his face was blurred, and he clearly had no facial features.

Bu'an saw that his scalp was numb, and the bone-chilling coldness rushed down, and the wine suddenly dissipated, and then looked at the river in the distance, it seemed that there were also ghost pupils, as if there would be evil ghosts crawling ashore at any time.

Zhu Xiuqi picked up the longbow resting on the table, and shouted in a calm tone: "Don't panic, everyone! Song Qing and Fei'er looked behind me, and Bu'an packed up the pen for your senior sister Xinyue!"

"Bang!"

The female ghost who could climb onto the shore let out a scream of "Ah......", shattered into countless white spots, and drifted away in the white mist.

Everyone moved with Zhu Xiuqi's order. Song Qing took out the bamboo flute and stood behind Zhu Xiuqi with Fang Fei'er, staring at the street on the other side; Bu An and Su Su together hurriedly helped Lou Xinyue clean up the messy dishes on the table.

When Lou Xinyue opened the four treasures of the study room and began to study the ink, Bu An took the time to look behind him, only to see that a thick white mist had floated on the river next to the street, and the mist was illuminated by the blood-colored moonlight, which looked eerie and terrifying, and five or six ghosts appeared from the fog and climbed to the slippery river bank with great difficulty.

Zhu Xiuqi saw that Lou Xinyue was ready, and said in a loud voice: "Senior Brother Bu is behind me!"

Bu An knew that he was trying to protect himself, so he hurriedly dragged Su Su over and stood between Zhu Xiuqi and Fang Fei'er. He watched the white mist rise on the river, only to feel that the air around him was suddenly cold, and the sound of the wind in his ears became terrible.

At this time, Lou Xinyue suddenly spread out a roll of rice paper with a "sigh", like a small beast that wakes up leisurely in hibernation, or a bud that blooms on the branch instantly, the whole person stretches out from a gentle and introverted state, and scolds Fang Xuan to dip the pen in ink, and draw a horizontal line on the rice paper in one go.

Bu An could feel that with Lou Xinyue's horizontal stroke, a strange aura appeared around him, as if a stone was thrown into the air, and there were invisible ripples rippling!

Lou Xinyue's pen moves with his wrist, and the pen and pen have the momentum of extreme stretch and the opposite restrained strength. What is written on the white rice paper is a one-foot-square cursive "broken" word, and the handwriting does not have the graceful sense of an ordinary woman, but is chic and magnificent.

Bu An was fascinated, thinking that even if he could copy the shape of this word, it would be difficult to imitate the charm of this word, as for Lou Xinyue when he wrote the word "broken", the momentum and beauty contained in the waist, shoulders, arms, wrists and wrists were pushed and rotated, and the momentum and beauty contained in it were beyond his reach.

After Lou Xinyue finished writing this word, she retracted her original state from her unrestrained and stretched state, and said softly: "Fei'er help me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the rice paper on the table in front of her flew out with a "whew", shooting towards the evil ghost who climbed ashore not far away, and the word "broken" before the ink dried dragged out an elegant light and shadow in the blurred crimson night, and the moment it was about to come into contact with the evil ghost, there was a "snap" sound, and the entire rice paper and the body of the evil ghost collapsed into countless pieces together.

Fang Fei'er stood beside Bu'an, waving her hands and shaking her sleeves like a dance, every time she took a piece of rice paper in front of Feilou Xinyue out of thin air, and the word "broken" was printed on every piece of paper, but it gradually faded, and after more than a dozen pages, the handwriting disappeared completely.

Bu An watched these rice papers smash the ghosts without exception, gasped, and said in his heart: "The power of the pen soaked through more than a dozen pages of rice paper at once, how can it be described by the power through the back of the paper?!"

Lou Xinyue took advantage of Fang Fei'er's skills to shoot out more than a dozen pieces of rice paper and rested for a while, then lifted the pen again, the tip of the pen was dipped in ink, and pointed down on the blank rice paper, and then folded it horizontally and vertically, and wrote down the word "Ding" in regular script.

"Bang!"

Zhu Xiuqi drew the bow and shot, and the suddenly straightened bowstring still vibrate, making an aftersound of "buzzing ......" in front of Bu'an.

A white ghost figure who grabbed the gap in Lou Xinyue's writing, climbed onto the street, and was standing up straight, was shot by Zhu Xiuqi's spiritual arrow, and before he could scream, it was as if the flames were burning rapidly and dissipated with a "whew", turning into countless pale red micro-powders, flying on the long street, and then disappearing without a trace.

Bu An watched Lou Xinyue, Fang Fei'er and Zhu Xiuqi cooperate seamlessly, both amazed and admired, thinking about when he would be able to learn these skills, he suddenly felt a tightness in his legs, looked down, and saw Su Su curled up, hugging his thighs tightly.

This cat demon is so useless.,When you encounter danger, you only know how to hug your thighs.,I can't even figure out which thighs are worth hugging.。 Bu An rolled his eyes, he had originally had a glimmer of hope for Su Su's ability, but now he was completely disappointed.

Just when he was disappointed, he suddenly heard Song Qing shouting, "Senior Brother Xiuqi, there are also here!" Quickly turned his head to look, only to see that on the other side of the street, more than a dozen evil ghosts dyed with blood-colored moonlight were also climbing on the shore, and one of them could even see the outline of his facial features.