Zhu Xiuqi shouted: "Don't be distracted!" and turned around and shot a few arrows in a row, "bang ......".

Bu An couldn't see the arrow intent of spiritual power condensation, only saw Zhu Xiuqi's childlike empty slingshot string, but the evil ghosts on this side dissipated one by one, and after a few breaths, only the female ghost with clear facial features remained.

Zhu Xiuqi drew his bow like a bead and shot it, and shouted: "It's a terrible ghost!"

On the other side of "Hu ......", Fang Fei'er waved her hand and scattered the word "Ding" written by Lou Xinyue one after another. A dozen demons trying to climb ashore were stained with these papers, fixed there, and disappeared into thin air. Lou Xinyue immediately wrote the word "stop" in regular script on the remaining rice paper.

On this side, Zhu Xiuqi shot a few arrows in a row, and there were blood stains on his fingers, and the "terrible ghost" was shot by him to pieces, like a bunch of plastic bags tied together, staggered by the wind, but the hideous gray eyes on his face were even more terrifying.

"Where did this town get such a big grievance!?" Song Qing shouted, and pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist in a huff, ready to help at any time.

Fang Fei'er had already sprinkled a stack of the word "stop", and Lou Xinyue looked at the only small stack of rice paper, and the brush tube in her hand trembled slightly. Zhu Xiuqi was busy coping with the gap, quickly glanced back, and shouted with concern: "Xinyue don't be reluctant!"

The thick fog fluttered on the surface of the river, and the word "stop" flying in the air was gradually torn apart by the blood-colored mist that escaped from all directions before it was stained with evil ghosts.

Bu An vaguely guessed that the power of these words might be related to the strokes, from breaking to fixed, and then to stopping the words, Lou Xinyue's spiritual power may not be enough.

Lou Xinyue looked at the ghost mist, frowned and gritted her teeth, the tip of the pen stretched out to the inkstone again, but it stopped halfway, obviously stopped by Fang Fei'er with the technique of controlling things, she frowned and said, "Fei'er let go!" Fang Fei'er shook her head and shouted: "Senior sister, don't do it reluctantly!

Song Qing cursed: "There are really ghosts in this town!" His sentence "there are ghosts" of course did not refer to these ghosts in front of him, but to say that there was something wrong with the town, and according to common sense, there should never be such a big grievance.

Zhu Xiuqi was still trying his best to shoot arrows, and the arrow intent condensed by his spiritual power was much weaker, but he was still in front of Bu'an, and even Lou Xinyue, whose spiritual power was about to run out, didn't have time to care.

Seeing that the senior brothers and sisters were already difficult to parry, Bu An looked down at Su Su, and the implication was nothing more than that: If you have any ability, hurry up. Ke Susu trembled and sobbed in a low voice: "Childe...... I'm afraid ......" Bu An saw that she was trembling as if she was sifting chaff, and she was lucky that she was not scared back to her original form, and finally gave up the last illusion that she would hide her strength.

Zhu Xiuqi was so exhausted by that powerful ghost that he couldn't pull out his hand, Lou Xinyue's spiritual power was empty, and Fang Fei'er had nothing to do. Seeing that the situation was extremely dangerous, everyone did not retreat at all, and Bu An shouted anxiously: "The people in the town must have something to hide from us, senior brother, don't hold on, let's hide!"

Zhu Xiuqi shouted: "The ghost has eyes! If you don't kill it, you can't hide!"

Only then did Bu An know the current predicament. Ordinary evil spirits have no eyes on their faces, and are probably driven by pure instinct, while evil ghosts can see them, and if they don't kill them, they have nowhere to hide.

Lou Xinyue knew that the situation was irreversible, and said softly: "We're fine, Song Qing, Bu'an, you guys take Su Su away." Zhu Xiuqi hurriedly answered: "Don't let this ghost see where you are going......

Bu An was a little moved in his heart, but he didn't have any cultivation, and he couldn't help a little, so he was anxious and gritted his teeth, and suddenly thought of something, and the dead horse was like a live horse doctor, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted:

"Colorful sleeves diligently hold the jade bell!

The scene was slightly stagnant, Zhu Xiuqi, who was bending his knees and holding his bow, looked up at Bu An, looking extremely surprised, in his opinion, this sentence was clearly talking about: just before the banquet, when Lou Xinyue held the wine glass and handed it to him, he was already overwhelmed with wine, and he wanted to take it over and drink it.

How frighteningly sharp and delicate it must be to be able to appreciate the minutiae on the other side of the wine table in the midst of laughter, and then describe it beautifully. From this point of view, there may be a turning point tonight! Zhu Xiuqi thought of this, glanced at Lou Xinyue, and found that the other party was also looking at him, with the same shock in his eyes.

Bu An didn't stop in tone, as if begging for something to the sky, and chanted in a low voice: "Dance low in the heart of the willow building, and sing the peach blossom fan at the bottom ......of the wind."

At this time, Song Qing and Fang Fei'er were shocked, and they turned their heads abruptly. The situation is critical, and they may not be able to hear anything in just a few sentences, but the three words "Lou Xinyue" are too harsh.

Fang Fei'er immediately thought that the poem that Senior Brother Bu was reciting at this time must have been written by him during the banquet just now. It's just that he didn't say it at the time, and now that he sees that the situation is critical, he suddenly took it out. Of course, she is not the only one who has such thoughts, and Zhu Xiuqi, Lou Xinyue and Song Qing are no exception.

Only Su Su was still holding Bu'an's thighs and trembling, as if the sky was falling, as long as he hugged this thigh, it would be safe.

At this moment, the spring breeze suddenly became soft and intoxicating, gently blowing the willow branches beside the riverbank, and in the air with a faint smell of wine, came the voice of a woman from nowhere, and the song carried a heart-wrenching sorrow, but no one could hear what was singing.

Even the ghosts in the street seemed to be immersed in this sad mood, and they all froze in place.

"Since farewell, memories have met, and several times the dream soul has been ...... with you" Bu An was affected by the surrounding atmosphere, and his tone became soft and sentimental.

These words are pleasant to Lou's heart, and every sentence goes straight to the most secret corner of her heart, as if she is telling her own heart. She looked at Zhu Xiuqi, the two looked at each other, and tears were dripping silently, as if after the upcoming parting, the long and sad lovesickness had begun from this moment.

Traveling through the land of China, the poetry penetrates into the souls of almost all people, and when this song of Yan several eternal swan songs about lovesickness is recited by Bu'an, in addition to attracting the resonance of the wandering spirits of the heavens, giving birth to the vision of intoxicating the night, it also touches the lonely ghosts of the whole street.

They were either thrown into the river or martyred, nothing more than trapped by love, and at this time, this poetry evoked the deepest memory of the remnant soul, in contrast, many resentments and hatred have temporarily faded.

And when Bu'an recited the last sentence "There is a silver and red light left tonight, I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream", the original faint warm light of the two lanterns under the eaves suddenly shined brightly, illuminating the ancient bluestone street of Liudian Town, and also illuminating the small river flowing in the spring and autumn on the side. The light then dimmed and returned to its original state, but the travelers and ghosts in the streets, and the wandering spirits gathered in the night, were still deeply immersed in this boundless sorrow.

The wandering spirits who shared the same feelings threw themselves at Zhu Xiuqi and Lou Xinyue, the ghost mist on the river gradually disappeared, Su Su's hands that hugged Bu'an slowly relaxed, and Fang Fei'er and Song Qing looked around as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Bu An covered his forehead and comforted himself in his heart, although he still didn't get any benefit from reciting poetry this time, it was much better to save the day than the white-eyed wolves in the academy last time.

I don't know how long it took, the tears on Lou Xinyue's face had been dried by the wind, she glanced at Bu An with gratitude, turned around, and wrote the word "love" on the rice paper rustled by the wind.

The moment she lifted the pen, Fang Fei'er waved out her hands and sprinkled this stack of "love" words all over the sky.

"Bang......" The longbow string in Zhu Xiuqi's hand sounded again, this time I don't know if it was because his spirit arrow became more powerful, or because the ghost had become weaker, and only one arrow shot the ghost into pieces.

As soon as the ghosts died, the scattered evil ghosts were killed cleanly in a short time, and the street that was still noisy just now reverted to the scene of a breezy spring night with light lanterns, and it seemed that even the blood-colored moonlight was a little lighter.