Linglong Fang Hua Yihan girl has been secretly observing the ghost hunting seven divisions in Yuezhou City recently.

The mysterious Qisi Buye suddenly became low-key, the white flowers and flowing silver were no longer earned, and he was no longer against the government, and he didn't even see new poems and new lyrics for him to make another one, as if he had changed from the focus of the storm to a mindless and unambitious.

This observation disappointed the flower girl. Maybe she really thinks highly of this step boy, she thinks so.

However, at the beginning of August, she heard that the Seven Divisions had gone out of the city, and the flame that was about to be extinguished in her heart was suddenly blown again.

He's really going to trouble the Lunatic Cult!

But the shopkeeper Sun said: "Song Yinting, the commander of the Seven Fujian Daoists, was born in Qufu Academy, and he has already cultivated as a national scholar, and he is still helpless to take the Moon Worship Sect, and he is just a ghost to catch the Seven Divisions, I am afraid that he will have to go back to his home if he can't get to Zhangzhou." ”

Hua Yihan also understands this truth, but she always thinks that Bu Gongzi will surprise her.

She retorted: "Naturally, the Pacifying Moon Worship Sect can't count on the Seven Divisions, but if Bu Gongzi can judge the situation, help Song Yin Ting rebel with his poetry and wisdom, exert some strength at the key points of the joint, and befriend the Qufu Song Clan, he can prove that he is definitely not a thing in the pool." ”

Shopkeeper Sun nodded and said, "Let's see if this step boy has the wit and ambition." ”

The two waited for the news to come day by day, but a few days later, when they got the news of the Seven Divisions through the channel network of Linglong Fang, they couldn't help but look at each other speechlessly.

The Ghost Hunting Seventh Division did not go to Quanzhou in Zhangzhou at all, but went to Yinzhou Mansion in the east, and made a lot of noise in Yinzhou Mansion.

It all started at the end of July.

After Bu An finished all the more than 700 ghost hunting businesses he had accumulated, he suddenly became idle, and only lined up three or five owners at most every night. When there was no ghost to rub into, he went to Wang He and said that he was going to do business outside Yuezhou.

Wang He was interested when he heard it. First, this is also in line with the meaning of his brother-in-law, in other words, even if he can't drive the Seventh Division away, as long as he leads part of the troubled water to the neighboring state capital, he will also have an explanation; second, because Bu'an promised him that as long as he gets a copy of the official document of the power of the neighboring state capital, he will give him a few dozen taels of silver.

A few dozen taels of silver is trivial, but this silver is not earned in vain.

So, on the head of August, Bu An got a ghost hunting official document from Yinzhou Mansion and had an official certificate for carrying out ghost rubbing business in Yinzhou.

He said that he moved Deng Xiaoxian and promised to come back within two months, and then took all the teams of the Seventh Division, bought horses and prepared saddles, and went straight to Yinzhou Mansion, leaving only Li Da (former Yuezhou Catcher) alone to watch his family in Yuezhou.

None of the people in the Seven Divisions knew how to ride horses, and they learned while rushing to the road, and made a lot of jokes along the way, but they actually insisted on reaching Yinzhou.

This time, Bu An also didn't bother to walk the streets and alleys shouting, and directly walked around the four ghost hunting yamen in Yinzhou Mansion, which was more or less inspired by the rumors in Yuezhou City.

At this time, among the Seven Divisions of Ghost Hunting, Deng Xiaoxian was a Daomen monk in the initial realm of concentrating, and with his talent of "Dao Movement" that could drive spiritual power outside the body, his strength was comparable to that of Daomen Yushi.

Qingshan is a Confucian gentleman in the middle realm of Mingde, but she is a well-known master of music and rhythm in the south of the Yangtze River, and she has recently been inspired by the twelve equal laws, and she will not fall behind in the face of any of the thirteen great Confucians in Tianmu Academy except Tu Yao.

The most incomprehensible is Hui Yuan, who claims to be a Buddhist monk who has just entered the realm, but his strength is obviously comparable to Deng Xiaoxian. Bu An guessed that the reason why the monk's master didn't tell him to be careful about the kind of people in Buddhism was probably because he was. For example, the six roots of innocence are pure?

In other words, even if Lu Feiyang, Fei Yongnian and Zhao He joined forces in Tianmu Academy, they would not be able to bargain in front of the Ghost Hunting Seventh Division.

In just a few months, these three cultivators with very different personalities but outstanding talents could be brought together, and it was no wonder that Miss Hua Yihan expected him so much.

This team almost leveled the ghost hunting team in Yuezhou, and left a wounded in the four ghost hunting yamen in Yinzhou Mansion, and immediately started the name of the Seventh Division.

The next day, a promotional announcement of one or two taels of silver to catch ghosts (this time there was no annual subscription) was posted at the door of the temporarily rented Qisi Yamen, and more than 300 taels of silver were collected within a few days. In the blink of an eye, the evil moon and nine yin, the people of the Seven Divisions finished all the more than 300 haunted families, and before the Yinzhou government had time to react, they roared back like horse thieves in the autumn wind.

On August 19 of the second year of Longxing, I could already see from a distance the official road in Yuezhou, and the people of the Seven Divisions walked on their horses, looking at the golden autumn harvest scene, and even the air was filled with the smell of harvest.

For the Seventh Division, the past six months have also been like a bumper harvest.

Zhang Blind and Luo Qingting tried their best to pat Buye's ass with good words, Deng Xiaoxian was tricking You Ping to go with him to Chunyan Tower, and Su Su recognized which one on the horizon was Tianmu Mountain under the guidance of Qingshan.

Bu An rode on the horse, looking leisurely.

The ghostly aura of more than 300 ghosts made his divine power cultivation go to a new level, and he didn't feel tired at all when he hurried and stayed up late for days.

But in the process of kicking the gym and catching ghosts from house to house, he has never done it.

Everyone thought that he had no talent for cultivation, and if his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds all of a sudden, it might be very troublesome to explain. In addition, Bu An feels that hiding his strength also helps to protect himself, of course, he may subconsciously have a bad taste of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

He also compared his destructive power when he imitated Confucian archery with Zhu Xiuqi, and the conclusion was that it was about the same, even if there was a gap, it was one or two ghostly things. But even if archery is one of the three clumsy of the six arts, it is not really based on brute force alone, at least it has to be accurate.

When Bu An practiced archery in front of everyone for a while, he only used a trace of soul power, not seeking killing, only seeking accuracy, but this was not an overnight thing after all.

As for calligraphy, he finally knew why Cangjie wanted him to write a word, because Cangjie's magic is also the same as calligraphy, the same soul power cultivation, the higher the calligraphy attainment, the greater the power.

Bu An pondered that no matter how much he practiced calligraphy, he could not reach one-tenth of the height of the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi, and it was too troublesome to show calligraphy, so it was better to practice archery, so the effort to practice writing was much less than archery.

"Bu Ye!" Luo Qingting suddenly called out to him behind him, pointed to the sky with a smile and said, "Big goose, shoot down! Let everyone taste the game!"

If she was still in Tianmu Academy, Senior Sister Fang Fei'er would probably say, Senior Brother Bu, Dayan, write a poem......

Bu An smiled and shook his head, it has been four months since he went down the mountain, and he is no longer the little junior brother on the mountain, but the Bu Ye in the people of Yuezhou Jianghu.

He rolled over and dismounted, his bow turned into the air, and there was a thud.

A trace of soul power flew into the blue autumn sky, and I don't know where it flew. Bu An pursed his lips, and said in his heart that he really needed to practice diligently.

Alas, shit luck! There was actually a wild goose planted! He couldn't believe it.

"Bu Ye is good at shooting!" You Ping's sycophants were simple and direct.

"A hundred steps through Yang is not enough to describe!" Luo Qingting is more cultured.

"I'm afraid it's a frightened bird, right?" Haruma looked at Bu An with a smile.

"You're not aiming at this end, are you?" Deng Xiaoxian smiled even more happily.

"Where did you fall?" Monk Huiyuan's question was the most practical.

"It's not easy to find a dead thing, come with me......" Zhang Blind turned the horse's head slowly, not only did he walk without hindrance, but he could even ride a horse, which made Bu An look at Feng Shui, a seemingly dispensable Taoist inner mystery, more than half a month ago.

"Childe, one wild goose is not enough to eat, do you want to shoot another one?" Su Su touched his stomach and asked.

This kid is really ignorant, it's good to walk shit luck once, and if you shoot again, you're not happy.

Even if he knew that everyone was deliberately complimenting himself, Bu An wanted to save face, and he would never shoot again.