In the pavilion, there is silence everywhere.

Grandma, who squinted her eyes, continued to slowly wipe the corners of her lips with her cuffs, and commanded softly: "Qingfeng, you go and have a look." ”

Fu Qingfeng nodded and floated out.

......

......

Push open the temple door.

The scholar with the cage on his back pursed the corners of his lips, and after collecting the umbrella, he stood under the eaves of the temple, one hand seemingly casually resting on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella on the pestle.

Ning Yi knew better than anyone what kind of place this was.

On a cloudy day, the evil aura here is particularly hidden, shrinking into the inner courtyard, which was originally a decayed old temple, but at this moment it is as new as yesterday, with red walls and white tiles.

The sword qi in the scabbard of fine snow flowed slowly.

If Ning Yi drew his sword at this moment, he could split the ancient temple in front of him with a sword.

It's just that he doesn't have that in mind.

One is to see what is sacred here, and the other is to ...... After all, he is "Ning Chen", just a weak scholar who is "powerless", and he wants to see how the "Fu Qingfeng" girl from a big family explains this after the "visit".

If the mountain scroll derives from the spirit of the ghost, he really wants to cut it with a sword, not just for the heavens, the bamboo slips of the sword bearer are left behind, after all, it is not a good thing.

There was a slight pause, and no one came out.

Ning Yi continued to move forward, without using his divine thoughts, just thinking that he was an ordinary scholar, but his six senses were still keen, and the wind and grass around him could not avoid his induction.

Beyond the inner courtyard, a faint smell of blood echoed in the rain.

He walked along the promenade in the pavilion, the rain gradually subsided, and the "small waterfalls" at the corners of the eaves on both sides were no longer turbulent, but ticked to the ground.

In the gloomy weather, through a layer of window paper, the lights flickered and blurred.

Before he reached the main courtyard, a wooden door suddenly opened inward, Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, and a "red yarn" as fast as a thunderbolt shot out, instantly wrapping himself and pulling inward, he subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but the breath of the sachet flowed in the scarf-

It's Fu Qingfeng.

Ning Yi didn't resist, the whole person was rolled up in red yarn and fell into the door, and the door suddenly closed.

Inside Lanruo Temple, there is silence again.

......

......

"Ning Gongzi?"

Fu Qingfeng couldn't believe her eyes, she looked at the scholar who fell to the ground.

The lid of the bookcase was tilted open, the books, and the calligraphy and painting pendants he gave were scattered all over the ground, and the scholar rubbed his head, smiled distressedly, and hurriedly squatted down to clean up the "objects" on the ground.

"Ning Chen" cleaned up one or two in a mess, took out an inch of neat red satin scarf from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Qingfeng girl...... Your stuff has fallen on me, and this red yarn will be returned to you. ”

Fu Qingfeng didn't pick up the red yarn, stared at the scholar, and said angrily: "Ning Gongzi, you came with you?"

Ning Yi shook his head, didn't explain anything, but looked up, it was warm here, the red gauze scarves were swaying in the wind, and there were neat ancient books at the head of the bed.

This is a private boudoir.

"Qingfeng girl......" As soon as he spoke, Fu Qingfeng waved his sleeves coldly, wrapped around the red scarf, and flew backwards with Ning Yi, smashing into the wooden barrel used for bathing in the depths of the house.

"Shhhh ”

Fu Qingfeng raised a finger and lowered his voice: "Don't make a sound...... Otherwise, you'll die. ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

Fu Qingfeng hurriedly said: "I'll leave here quickly, grandma is very powerful, I can't protect you for too long." ”

After saying this.

The wind is getting louder.

Ning Yi looked at the red gauze woman immersed in the water, turned around and turned her back to herself, soaking wet, the curves were undulating, the layers of red yarn were swaying, Fu Qingfeng raised his hand and dragged it, the heavy cage trembled slightly, as if it was grabbed by someone at a distance, and countless silk threads were born out of thin air between the two.

The cage and the bucket made a soft muffled sound.

At the same time, the door opened.

The woman in Tsing Yi who helped "Grandma" deliver the sword came here silently and suddenly pushed open the door of the house.

She looked hesitant.

The red yarn is layered, and it is not real.

The graceful woman in the bucket got up slowly, and said Mu Ran: "Sister Xiaoqing, you don't go to help grandma send the sword, what are you doing here?"

Fu Qingfeng. Xiaoqing didn't have the slightest respect for the tone of the people in the house, and she said coldly: "I just saw some movement outside your house...... Someone's coming?"

Fu Qingfeng pressed one hand on the top of Ning Yi's head.

"Ning Yi" who was drowning in the bucket did not speak, he raised his head and nodded at the red-gauze woman, signaling that he would not speak.

He waited for the follow-up.

"Whew-"

The water curtain is lifted.

A pair of slender snow-white jade legs were raised in front of him, Fu Qingfeng hugged the red cloth wrapped in his chest with one hand, got up slowly, stepped out of the barrel, and after getting up, the pool water slightly overflowed with bloody breath, which was not strong...... But Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

These are blood ...... Fu Qingfeng is injured?

"Grandma said that there was movement outside the temple, and I just went to see it. ”

Through several layers of red yarn, Fu Qingfeng's voice was extremely calm, but her fingers trembled a little, she stood silently in front of the wooden barrel cage, without showing any traces, quietly put her heel against the cage, and let it move gently to a safe place where it would not be discovered.

"How?"

The woman in Tsing Yi with empty hands obviously had sent her sword back to the pavilion, and at this moment she folded her arms and leaned against the door, narrowing her eyes.

"No one, it's just a false alarm. Fu Qingfeng's voice was a little weak, after doing this, she walked out of the red gauze shrouded area, came to Xiaoqing, and said helplessly: "The man's knife just now was too fast, and it hurt me." Xiaoqing, you help me go to my grandmother's place and report the situation outside the temple...... By the way, ask for some elixir. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi glanced down at Fu Qingfeng's wound, and said with a smile: "My good sister, on weekdays, my sister cultivates, and grandma praises you for your highest talent and fastest cultivation, how can you still miss and be so embarrassed by that knife?"

Fu Qingfeng was silent.

The two of them left the place silently, one after the other.

Ning Yi got out of the water tank.

He smiled and muttered, "This Fu Qingfeng is kind from the bottom of his heart...... Merely. ”

Fu Qingfeng persuaded himself to go...... He had come here with great difficulty, how could he leave so easily?

Ning Yi shook his head.

Before entering the temple.

He once saw eight horses outside the temple, and apparently someone entered the temple first, and he must have died at this moment.

"Looking for the Dragon Sutra" once said that at the bottom of the tomb, in the place where the yin and evil are extremely heavy, many strange and unexplained phenomena are often born, and some "yin things" are born in the place where the evil qi is condensed.

It seems that in this ancient temple, all the living things are some feminine things.

These yin things are cultivated against the sky, sucking up the yin qi, this place is close to the mass grave, the practice has been so far, the yin qi has been almost absorbed, if you want to go further, you have to eat the spirit of people, suck out the yang qi of the living, the light is too much in the daytime, the yin things dare not do anything, you can only wait until the evening, and then "steal life", if you are not mistaken, just now among the people, there is a person who is good at the art of wind and thunder, the knife is sharp, and Fu Qingfeng was shocked, leaving the scar on the snow-white waist.

The man was dead.

Among these yin things, the highest cultivation is "grandma", I don't know what way to do it, but it is unlikely to be the "big devil" who is beyond the realm of the life star.

These little femininities are extremely beautiful, and their cultivation is average, and Fu Qingfeng, who is "the most talented and the fastest in cultivation" in the mouth of the woman in Tsing Yi, is only comparable to the cultivators of the sixth realm among human beings.

The strength of the small is average, and the old thing is estimated to be not much stronger.

Ning Yi silently operated the starlight in his body, evaporating the water vapor in the soaked black shirt, the fog was rising, he raised his head and looked at this red boudoir, although the sparrows are small, they have all the internal organs, these yin things gather here, heavy rain, cloudy days, the pavilion is just emerging, ordinary human beings whose divine thoughts are not firm enough, maybe the humble cultivators who have strayed into this place, and heard the sound of the piano and the singing, I am afraid that they will be confused by the "woman".

One wrong step, one wrong step.

"The mountains and fields are gorgeous, and the spirit is indeed like the unintentional product of the mountain scroll......" Ning Yi let out a breath and silently looked at the ornaments in the house of "Fu Qingfeng", he raised a hand, the cage was windless and automatic, the hijab was lifted, and seven or eight small things flew out and swept into the palm of his hand.

The hairpin, which was as smooth as jade, was gently wiped by Ning Yi's fingers, and the blazing divinity broke through all the vanity.

The white hosta revealed its original form, just a white bone hairpin.

The same is true for everything else...... It's just that although the material is gloomy, the girl Fu Qingfeng has indeed put a lot of effort into carving and polishing, all of which are handmade, and there are polishing tools on the table in the room.

These gadgets are extremely time-consuming, and Fu Qingfeng still has an unfinished female red on the table, this needlework is not made of those ninth-rate filthy things, every stitch and thread is the human thing she stole from the outside.

The painting is a lantern and a guqin.

An elegant scholar sleeping peacefully with a side face.

and the smiling red gauze girl.

Ning Yi's eyes moved.

He put all these small things that Fu Qingfeng sent to him back in place, for this yin thing, he has never thought about it, rather than "deception", he is more inclined to this is his forced "disguise", if he uncovers his face and lets Fu Qingfeng know his true identity, she will never believe it as stupidly as before.

Now it seems that Fu Qingfeng seems to be ...... to himself Moved sincerely.

It's a pity that he is not a scholar "Ning Chen" who is ignorant of the world.

Ning Yi's fingers moved slightly, raising his eyebrows.

He found that under the paper on the table, there was a letter with beautiful handwriting.

"Mr. Ning Chen...... These days, we talk very happily, just like when we first met. ”

"Qingfeng doesn't know, where have I seen Mr., I always feel familiar, kind, if there is really reincarnation here, maybe you and I have met in our last life, I don't know if Mr. feels this way?"

"If we meet again tonight, there is something that is difficult to talk about, so I can only send this letter to inform my husband...... Qingfeng is not a big family, let alone a young lady......"

The woman's words came to an abrupt end, and the pen and ink were still resting on the table, apparently only having time to write here, and then left in a hurry.

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

Outside, the wind became rapid.

......

......

Ah Qing helped Fu Qingfeng and came to the pavilion door.

Fu Qingfeng pushed open the door of the pavilion.

The woman in Tsing Yi next to her did not step in.

"Sister Qingfeng, you and my sister have a ...... Why bother?"

Fu Qingfeng's pupils constricted.

Ah Qing smiled and said, "You and grandma reported what you saw outside the temple, I want to see it...... What is hidden in your house, there are good things you want to swallow for yourself, do you want to hide even my sister?"

Before he had time to turn back, Ah Qing closed the door.

In the pool in the distance, two small bald heads, with big red robes, paved a long road on the pool.

The sound of feminine and hoarse voices came from afar.

Fu Qingfeng...... Explain, what is it?"

The red gauze woman gritted her teeth, covered her waist with one hand, and slowly stepped on the red veil on the water, with difficulty in her steps.

When she walked to her grandmother's seat, she looked at the huge black shadow that turned slowly, and her face turned pale in an instant.

The five fingers are as slender as a hook, and they are playing with a sachet.

She subconsciously touched the sachet she was carrying...... It's gone, was it smashed by that knife?

Fu Qingfeng's mind went blank.

Grandma's very light and thin voice smiled: "Sachet ...... It smells so good...... Or the smell of the outside......"

In the next moment, the man's face was surprisingly angry, and he grabbed the sachet in one hand, clutching it into powder, and the fragments of the talisman fell one by one.

"This is made of the Great Sui monk's talisman paper, Fu Qingfeng, are you guilty?"