Late at night, in the main house deep in the courtyard of the Seventh Division of the Ghost Hunt in Yuezhou.

Su Su weighed the last penny, contentedly put it into the elm box covered with copper coins, closed the lid and locked it, and began to sort out the silver.

The silver is all broken silver, not even a small ingot, but it is all in a pile, and the visual effect is still very shocking.

Bu An took off only a pair of pants up and down, soaked in the big wooden barrel that was about to overflow with hot water, resting his head on the edge of the bucket, looking at Su Su Count the money with a comfortable face, and the mood was wonderful.

For the first time since the crossing, I took a bath and felt comfortable, from the breeze on my sleeves when I walked out of Tianmu Academy, to now I have a few hundred taels of silver, and the poor are rich.

These are still secondary, and thinking that there are so many ghosts waiting for him to rub from tomorrow night is the most satisfying thing for Bu'an.

In this world, power is more effective than money, and cultivation is more direct: Yu Zhaozhongguan is sealed with two products, and it is not because of the Buddhist cultivation of King Fuming. Huaicang can be the mountain chief of the Mu Academy on the day, and it must be because of his transcendent strength.

If he can blow Yu Zhaozhong into slag with one punch, why bother to deviate from the scriptures and become a madman? In the final analysis, for Bu'an, cultivation is the first priority, and everything else is an expedient measure of last resort.

But Su Su doesn't seem to think so, I don't know if she is like this by nature, or if she was cultivated step by step by Bu'an, she looks like a little miser who is already alive.

Watching her little hands gather pieces of broken silver with similar shapes piece by piece, one by one, her movements were gentle and devoted, and Bu'an was also happy to look at, as if these broken silver were endowed with magic under her hands.

"Childe...... Is the water cold?" asked Su Su without raising her head.

"It's not cool, it's just right. Bu An took a cloth towel and rubbed it his body with hot water, and it didn't take long to rub himself red.

"I heard from the blind man that Childe is a great and good man. Su Su said while packing up the silver, which did not affect the efficiency at all.

"You listen to him talk nonsense!" Bu An blurted out, and felt that it didn't seem very kind to scold the blind man for talking nonsense.

Su Su probably heard the coincidence inside, grinned, and sorted out the silver, and it didn't take long for her to weigh it all, and the amount was a total of copper coins, which was slightly different from the five hundred and fifty-seven taels on the account, but it was not much different.

"Childe has a lot of silver all at once. She smiled and flattened her mouth again: "But it's not all son's, it should be distributed to the flower priest and Miss Luo...... I have to pay the ghost quote money for the next month. ”

Bu An half-jokingly scolded the "little wealth fan", and asked her to quickly hide all the money and come over to rub the back of the son.

"Don't be too heavy!" He knew that this little girl's strength was exaggerated, and he was afraid that she would rub off a layer of skin, so he commanded, and then leaned forward and exposed his back to Su Su.

Su Su took a dry cloth towel and rubbed it, rubbing a lot of dirt.

"Childe, you're so dirty......"

"You think you're not dirty? ”

"Su Su is not dirty, I don't believe in the son, you can rub it. She said and handed her lotus-like forearm over.

Bu An rubbed hard, rubbed hard, but really couldn't rub anything, thinking that this little cat demon was different from people, probably not a mortal fetus, pretending to think, Leng Buding pulled her arms and sleeves into the water.

Su Su screamed "ah", and then laughed and splashed water on Bu'an's face.

The two made a fuss for a while, Bu An estimated that the hour was not early, and asked Su Su to hide in the corner of the room not to peek, before he stood up from the bathtub, dried his body, and changed his pants three times and five by two.

"Childe...... I'm a little homesick. Su Su sat in the corner, her voice very soft, just like when she was caught red-handed when she was red-handed for delivering wild fruits to Bu'an that night.

"Which home?" asked Bu An casually.

"On the mountain, the home where Childe and Su Su stayed for one night. ”

Bu An was slightly stunned, and said in his heart, why are you so nostalgic for this little girl, that dilapidated house has only lived for one night, and she will never forget it. I don't know why, when Su Su said this, he seemed to be a little touched. Probably that is the first party in this world, its own world.

He smiled a little lonely: "Senior Sister Lou and Senior Sister Fang will clean up that house for us, and when we go back, maybe it will be better than before." ”

Su Su happily said "um". What a very coaxing child.

After cleaning up the bathtub, Su Su climbed into her small bed, but Bu An was not in a hurry to sleep.

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In the courtyard of the Seven Divisions in the dead of night, Bu An sat with the pipa in his arms.

The ghost aura he came from when he went to the countryside to hunt ghosts, coupled with the original one, was able to support him to play a short simple melody, about a few bars long.

But over this time, he has tried various styles of music fragments, and also tried to play with strong emotions, no matter what he did, the warm light from his fingertips did not change significantly.

Spiritual energy is spirit, it can move with music, and ghost energy is the soul, isn't it okay? What is the function of ghost energy?

This is another problem in front of him that needs to be solved urgently, in addition to covering his head and rubbing ghosts.

After brewing for a while, Bu An lowered his head and plucked the strings, and the faint warm light suddenly rippled from his fingers, no different from when he tried it every night.

One note, two notes...... The warm light of the ghost looks mysterious and magnificent, like a living thing, but it also looks like a deaf person who can't understand music at all.

The ghost qi was exhausted, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Bu An looked at the fading warm light, put down the pipa in boredom, reached out to pluck it, and stirred it up like a dye in the clear water.

"Will it move?" he first found that the ghost warm light would move with his hands.

Almost subconsciously, with a flick of his hand, the warm light that was about to disappear slammed out, cutting across the low hanging branches of a locust tree.

Like an autumn wind, the branches trembled slightly, and an inconspicuous leaf fell.

Bu An reached out and pinched the leaf, put it in front of his eyes and looked closely, it did not wither, nor did it become stronger, the starlight was too dim to see any change in this leaf.

He got up and went into the house, and looked under the oil lamp, and saw that the leaves were covered with even and subtle scratches, all in the same direction, as if the most patient craftsman had spent a long time carving them.

Is this what ghosts do?

Like a dense array of throwing knives?

The scratches on the leaves are the power of when it fades to the point of near disappearing, so wouldn't it be much more powerful to wield it earlier?

Bu An didn't have answers to these questions, but he vaguely realized that his method was wrong, and the ghost qi was not suitable for practicing music, and the method of driving it should be more direct, much more direct than music.

Bu'an blew out the oil lamp and climbed into bed.

Tomorrow night...... Tomorrow night, when the evil moon rises from the East Mountain, it will be a new round of ghost rubbing season.