"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: Eight National Flowers": "Peony, orchid, green lotus, moon season, golden chrysanthemum, rhododendron, plum blossom, laurel." The eight great flowers of the dynasty are also. ”

This kind of flower and plant is lucky to absorb the demon energy or aura into essence, usually transformed into a beauty, or dignified and generous, or beautiful and elegant, or charming and natural, and so on.

Nine of the ten flower ghosts are good-looking, and one is extremely good-looking.

In some poignant legends about scholarly female ghosts in ancient times, the heroine is often a ghost born of flowers, who is generally very weak, not good at fighting, likes to demagogue, and secretly inhales yang energy.

It is also a rare wonder that a Lanruo Temple can completely gather eight kinds of extremely famous flower ghosts.

At this moment, in Ye Ling's eyes, the appearance of these flower ghosts was naturally extremely beautiful, except that their faces were slightly pale.

However, Ye Ling also saw a picture of their true faces behind each of them, the night was heavy, the dark clouds were overwhelming, the swamp mist was fangs and claws, and the round paper money was flying in the wind.

A delicate flower in full bloom.

Born on a lonely grave.

There was even a choking sound of the wind in his ears, which made a chill rise in the hearts of those who heard it.

This picture is very terrifying, if a mortal who has drunk the tea of the land god, when he sees this treacherous scene, he must be so frightened that he turns around and runs, and he does not dare to approach this group of female ghosts at all.

"Flowers on the grave are not auspicious elephants. ”

Ye Ling sneered in his heart, his gaze shifted slightly, and he looked at the center of the group of ghosts, which was the real female ghost.

A lonely and cold female ghost under an ancient oil-paper umbrella, with a beautiful face, bright eyes and bright teeth, long hair and waist, white clothes like snow, graceful and elegant temperament, and extremely classical charm.

"She is similar to the soul of the soldier saint mountain, after the death of the ghost, the soul will not enter the Lechuan due to fate, and it will be contaminated with demonic energy, so it becomes a ghost. ”

There is a lonely grave behind the female ghost.

Nothing else.

"Ghosts are born in a desolate grave, this eight-flowered female ghost, I'm afraid it's not a good person. ”

Ye Ling's belly scolded, before entering Lanruo Temple, these evil demons had already come over.

His gaze then fell on the oil-paper umbrellas.

I heard that ordinary ghosts and ghosts are low in cultivation, and as long as the sun shines, they will disappear?

How about cutting off the oil-paper umbrella that shades the sun with a sword?

Suddenly, there was an anxious panting sound, interrupting Ye Ling's thoughts.

"Childe, don't do it!"

The laurel woman in apricot yellow clothes, after being helped up by Song Zhili, for some reason, her delicate body seemed to have lost her strength, and she was paralyzed in the man's arms, her head lying on Song Zhili's shoulder, and her face was crimson.

A few petals of yellow osmanthus were faintly visible in her eyes, and the oil-paper umbrella clenched by her slender white hand swayed, as if she was experiencing the impact of wind and waves.

"Little lady, I only helped you, and with a gesture, you have to throw yourself into your arms......?

Song Zhili said righteous words, and his face was serious.

But one of his hands was wrapped around the woman's slender waist, constantly wandering and rubbing oil, and the other hand rested between the two chests, like holding an object, not knowing what action was made.

"Prodigal son, well-dressed beast!"

When Ye Ling and the rest of the female ghosts saw this scene, this idea popped up in their hearts at the same time.

Song Zhili, a scholar in green shirts, looks dignified, but he is impatient, his behavior is really indecent, and he does not show the demeanor of a real scholar.

Could it be that he couldn't see the strange thing in this? Or did he not drink the land tea, and he had been bewitched by the laurel ghost?

"Sister Xiaoqian, sisters Hua, please save me......"

The woman in the apricot yellow laurel crossed her red cheeks, her eyes were like water, as if she was suffering a great insult, and pleaded with a cry to the group of female ghosts.

"The little lady is shy, don't worry, good brother will take you to the secluded grove......"

Song Zhili spoke softly, and gently broke the woman's head back on his shoulder with one hand, and the smile in his eyes was very strange, like scorching heat, like sarcasm.

Ye Ling stared at Song Zhili's every move, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right, and his gaze couldn't help but lower slightly.

Sure enough, there is a situation!

He found that Song Zhili's hand that was in front of the woman's shirt was like a fist, not holding hers, but a little golden light spilling out between the fingers.

But the golden light was hidden by the color of the apricot yellow clothes, and it was not conspicuous.

Yuegui is not pretending to flirt, but she is really begging for mercy and help!

"Yuegui, you little girl, when you see the green shirt bookbox, the handsome boy can't walk with weak legs, and now is it an ancient time?"

Under the oil-paper umbrella of a beautiful peony, the phoenix hairpin swayed, and the woman in the red brocade dress walked over, looked at the laurel with beautiful eyes, covered her mouth and laughed softly.

Peony flower ghost!

Ranked first among the eight famous flowers, Lanruo Temple deserves to be the Oiran!

"Sister Danzhu, no, I, ah! Childe stops......"

Yuegui's face was buried in Song Zhili's shoulder, her chest seemed to be burned, and her body was soft, so she could only beg for mercy.

When Danzhu passed by, her beautiful eyes were full of charm, but she didn't look at her again, just turned her head to look at the white-clothed female ghost Xiaoqian, and got a tacit attitude.

The laurel drama has been sung.

Peony is making its debut at this moment.

Oiran Dan Zhu Lian moved slightly, the precious jade jue between her slender waist swayed, and she came to Ye Ling, gently cast a blessing, and said softly.

"This son, didn't you come to Lanruo Temple in the realm of Guobei City to have fun?

What a heavy yang energy!

How could there be such a wonderful person in the world?

The weight of yang energy, the quantity and the quality are so high that she is so hot that her face is flushed, and her heart is swaying.

As soon as Dan Zhu approached Ye Ling, his heart immediately palpitated, and his gaze towards Ye Ling became much more intense, and he couldn't help but lightly open his lips and said.

"Childe, the concubine is quite proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially flute skills, the best Lanruo Temple, do you want to give it a try?"

She even spoke with some trills at the moment, which was quite nice.

"You're actually good-looking, and you seem to know a lot. It's a pity that the brain is too stupid. ”

Ye Ling replied casually, and then looked up at the sky.

The afternoon sun poured down from the sky, but through the dense branches and fell on this mountain road, cutting only sparse spots of light and scattering them all over the ground.

In this rather claustrophobic environment, ghosts don't play umbrellas, so they shouldn't be hurt much, right?

Danzhu was a little annoyed when he heard this, but he didn't have a seizure.

She gently rotated the oil-paper umbrella, her beautiful eyes flowed, and there were some magnificent peony petals floating in them, a faint bewitching power, secretly diffusing from her eyes, she said with a smile

"As long as a woman is good-looking, a little stupid is more likable. Childe, isn't it?"

"Oh?

Ye Ling was noncommittal, staring at Danzhu's delicate face and those pale red eyes.

The facial features are really good.

In ancient times, this peony ghost is estimated to be born in the prime minister's Shangshu family of a famous lady, in the future will not be a concubine, or a queen, there is a kind of national color and fragrance, graceful and luxurious atmosphere, giving people a strange feeling of wanting to conquer.

But it's a bit of a pity.

Flowers in your eyes, trying to bewitch me?

Don't say that I drank the tea of the land god?

"What's the matter with your eyes? I'll help you see it. ”

Ye Ling said this, rubbed his wrist, clenched his five fingers, and his body instantly transmitted from his spine to his arm.

Straight punch.

Crisp and neat, the momentum is heavy, the wind is howling, and he is facing Danzhu, who is suddenly wide-eyed.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

The beautiful woman didn't have time to dodge at all, and immediately fell to the ground on her back.

Smoke and dust ripples in all directions.

Some magnificent peony petals were splashed out, as if they were raised by the wind, and the brilliance danced.

Ye Ling grinned, withdrew his fist, and shook his slightly numb wrist.

Look at the delicate female ghosts who are watching the excitement in the distance.

"I'm sorry, I don't like her looking at me with her eyes. ”

Ye Ling didn't need to use the power of the Fushan style, but now with the strength of his strong physique, this punch knocked down a strong tiger and brute bull, and it was easy.

It's even easier to deal with a little flower ghost in the Blood Realm who is not good at fighting.

Song Zhili has a sentence that is right, when you meet a demon, it doesn't matter if he is a man or a woman, beautiful or ugly, kind or malicious, dare to bewitch first?

Then let's talk about it.

What is this called?

Knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, and put an end to the danger in advance?!

“？？！！”

In the distance, the remaining flower ghosts were frightened by Ye Ling's actions, and one by one the flowers lost their faces and screamed again and again.

Don't like to flatter your eyes? You just say, why do you hit people?

Too brutal, right?

Sister Danzhu, don't be beaten to death by a punch......

The white-clothed female ghost in the lead stared at Danzhu who fell to the ground and fainted, and some peony petals were surrounding, quickly making up for the injury.

She was covered with frost, her eyes were fixed on Ye Ling, and she asked knowingly.

"This guest, why did he hurt people for no reason!"

Song Zhili happened to see this scene, and he was also dumbfounded, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Ye Ling, you ...... Spicy hands destroy flowers!"

Just a neat punch and knocked down a delicate little lady? in the face, or in the eyes?

If you break someone's face, how will you pick up guests and meet people in the future?

The beauty is in front of her, the warm fragrant nephrite, and she is not an ugly land god, what can you not say well, you have to use your fists?

"Good chance!"

Yuegui found that Song Zhili was in a trance, and took the opportunity to break free from his arms, a fragrant wind was born on the soles of his feet, and his body slid out backwards, and his clothes fluttered, like a yellow butterfly dancing.

As a result, just a few steps away.

"Boom!"

A golden word "town", dazzling, as big as a house, falling from the sky, like carrying boundless weight, pressed into the ground in an instant.

In the cracked underground, the bright petals of osmanthus flowers poured out wildly, desperately resisting the suppressive power of the golden words.

"Demon, did I let you go?!"

Song Zhili's raised hand fell, turned his head to look at Ye Ling, looked helpless, and complained repeatedly: "This move is insulting to Sven, insulting to Sven." ”

the feathers?

Brother, you haven't had enough fun!

Seeing this, Xiao Qian, the female ghost in white, danced with her long hair like a waterfall in anger, stared at the two people in front of her with brutal personalities, and gritted her teeth and said.

"Are you men who deliberately make trouble?!"

Ye Ling raised his fist at her, with a smile in his eyes: "Why don't you try it?"

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