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In the broken temple, Yan Chixia's face was very strange, looking at the scholar who was familiar with handling wolf meat, adding some ingredients from time to time, and even changing the soup at the bottom of the pot, he really didn't know what he should say.

The scholar knew that there were ghosts in the temple, and he also knew that the woman he had just met was a female ghost.

But instead of being sucked dry, he was willing to drink it, and even looked forward to this treatment!

What could be weirder than that?

You know, it's a ghost....

Yan Chixia is the first disciple of the Xuanxin Sect, after cultivating the congenital, he also wandered in the red dust for a period of time, he was a court official and a gold medal catcher, and he didn't see too many readers.

Because of professional reasons, the scholars Yan Chixia has seen go up to the nobles of the palace and the poor scholars, ten years of experience, and ten years of seeing through the red dust.

During this period, the scholars' views on the theory of ghosts and gods are nothing more than "Zi is silent, strange and chaotic", or "respecting ghosts and gods and staying away", like the white-faced scholar in front of him, Yan Chixia has seen it for the first time in her life.

Call him stupid? This scholar was not afraid when he saw a female ghost, but he was looking forward to more female ghosts to make up for him, isn't this stupid?

But he was able to survive from the female ghost's remedy, is this scholar really stupid?

This feeling is simply too strange, after guarding this Lanruo Temple for eight years, Yan Chixia has not seen anyone who escaped from the hands of a female ghost, nor has she never seen someone who escaped her life but still thinks about a female ghost, but there is no trace of being mended up on her body, and she is still looking forward to the female ghost coming again, and coming more, Yan Chixia really can't understand it.

That gaze was like... It's not a female ghost who picks up, but a fat sheep sent to the door?

I don't know how she came up with this idea, Yan Chixia thought in her heart, and took a bowl of wolf broth handed over by the scholar in her hand.

took a sip, and Yan Chixia, who was still wondering if "the scholar had a bad head", her eyes lit up.

"The technique is good, this broth stew is so fragrant!"

He didn't have the beard on his face, but his heroic temperament was not reduced at all, so he saw that after drinking the broth, he grabbed a piece of wolf meat directly from the sea bowl, and regardless of the greasy hand, he grabbed it with his hand and ate it.

A heroic swordsman who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in a blue and white robe, ended up grabbing wolf bones and gnawing meat with his hands.

Zhao Han, who saw this discordant picture, was overjoyed, and the movements in his hands did not stop, and when he saw that the meat in Yan Chixia's bowl was empty, he bought him a few more pieces.

It is said that dog meat is fragrant, but in fact, these wild wolves living in the mountains and forests are the real delicacy in the world.

There is no special processing, as long as some green onion and ginger are used as ingredients, plus some subtle spicy seeds, the stewed meat is a good taste in the world.

Not to mention that this wolf itself is still a fat wolf, and the meat on his body also has a lot of oil and water, which is called a fragrant taste!

Zhao Han ate very fragrant by himself, and Yan Chixia on the side was even more full of oil, and after eating a pot of meat for half an hour, most of it went into Yan Chixia's stomach, but he was not satisfied, and actually kicked off a few ribs from the wolf corpse, cleaned it, and threw it into the iron pot.

The oil is moist, but the fragrance is overflowing, and it hooks people's taste buds.

Where was Yan Chixia in front of the iron pot waiting for the meat to be cooked, but at this time, there was a shouting sound outside the door.

"Yan Chixia, what are you stewing, why is it so fragrant?"

Zhao Han raised his head and saw a man in a coarse cloth coat walking in from outside the door.

How to say that?

The man had a twig in his mouth and a gray-looking bladeless sword behind him, and the first impression at a glance was that "this is a down-and-out swordsman", or the kind that you can't find when you throw it into the crowd!

However, the man's pace was very steady, so steady that Zhao Han felt surprised.

The lower body is surprisingly stable, and it is estimated that a galloping horse crashes into him, and he can also use his strength to stop the horse!

"Xiahou Yuanrang, why don't you circle in your tree hole and run to this temple?"

Seeing the man with the sword on his back walking in, Yan Chixia said coldly, but he didn't raise his head, just stared at the wolf meat in the pot.

This man is Xiahou Yuanrang?

Xiahou swordsman?

It should be, because outside Lanruo Temple, Zhang Chujing, who was dressed in plain clothes, was waiting there.

She seemed to be a little jealous of this temple, so she didn't come in with Xiahou Yuanrang, and when she saw Zhao Hanzheng and Yan Chixia in the house, she also glanced at him, apparently planning to let him come out quickly.

Get out? Do you want to go out of Lanruo Temple?

Zhao Han chuckled, just as if he hadn't seen it.

His appearance made Zhang Chu calm and glared at him fiercely.

Who would have thought that at this time, Yan Chixia, who was talking to Xiahou Yuanrang, suddenly turned her head to Zhao Han and asked, "Do you know the female cultivator outside the door?" ”

"I know, but she's timid and afraid of ghosts, so she doesn't dare to come in"

Zhao Han replied with a smile.

Looking at Zhao Han's smile, Yan Chixia felt that he looked like a fox, not the kind of fox with fake tigers, but a nine-tailed fox who came out of the Qingqiu tomb and knew everything about the gods and ghosts in the world!

The demon fox is in troubled times and feeds on the heart of the emperor.

After a pause, Yan Chixia thought about it and asked him, "Are you a scholar?" ”

"Reader? Sort of" Zhao Han nodded, his face smiling.

"Do you know how to write a book?" Yan Chixia asked again.

Do you know how to write a book?

That's a good question!

It is estimated that in the entire main plane, there is no scholar who dares to say that he is more "expressive" than he writes!

Seeing Zhao Han nodding again, Yan Chixia smiled and said casually: "If you have a big life and have the opportunity to get out of this mountain, you can write a book about what happened in this temple, barren mountains, broken temples, swordsmen, female ghosts, readers, and stories should sell well."

I have to say that Yan Chixia's brain is so big, she actually thought of coming here.

Zhao Han's face became strange, and he looked at Yan Chixia as if he was looking at a cherished animal.

Seeing this, Xiahou Yuanrang on the side snorted in his mouth, first took out a torch from the fire and flirted around, and laughed loudly after seeing the residual yin qi: "Not a bad fart!" Even if this kid has a big life, he didn't die tonight, but he can escape today, can he escape tomorrow night? ”

Obviously, Xiahou Yuanrang said this to Yan Chixia, and the "he" in the words was undoubtedly Zhao Han.

Xiahou Yuanrang's words made Zhao Han glance at him lightly, and his mouth opened and spit out a sentence.

"Looking at your complexion, your Yin Tang is black, and your body is surrounded by yin qi, you won't be able to live for a few days."

"Poof!"

Yan Chixia, who was drinking soup with a bowl, heard Zhao Han's words, a mouthful of soup squirted out of his mouth, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Zhao Han's face full of seriousness, and opposite him, Xiahou Swordsman's eyes widened with iron.

"You kid say it again?" Xiahou Swordsman's face was full of threat.

"You're dying, let's prepare for the aftermath early"

Zhao Han really said it again......

This time, Yan Chixia couldn't hold back, and directly pointed at Xiahou Swordsman's nose and laughed.

While smiling, Yan Chixia patted Zhao Han's shoulder with more interest and asked, "Little scholar, have you ever learned to face each other?" ”

"No" Zhao Han replied casually, and after seeing the anger on Xiahou Yuan's face getting stronger and stronger, he also added a sentence: "But I said that he would die, then he would definitely die."

"Why?" Yan Chixia asked with a little curiosity.

"Because that's what I've said"

When Zhao Han answered, he had a rather self-righteous momentum.

Yan Chixia, who heard this, laughed again.

Yan Chixia smiled, Xiahou Yuan couldn't laugh anymore, and saw that he first glared at Yan Chixia fiercely, and then turned his head and showed a very reluctant smile to Zhao Han.

Seeing Xiahou Yuanrang asking: "Little scholar, why do you say that I am going to die, isn't this a curse?" ”

"Because you're out of luck"

Zhao Han said this, and seeing that Xiahou Yuanrang was not angry, he gave another sentence: "You have recently been in conflict with scholars and beautiful women, and it is best to avoid them after seeing them."

The scholar is Ning Caichen, the woman is Zhang Chujing, and if Xiahou Yuanrang follows them, he will definitely die a miserable death.

Who called this a Chinese ghost story?

If you Xiahou swordsman don't die, can it be that you can still let Yan Chixia die?

Zhao Han said that it was a cloud mountain fog cover, but there was some truth in it, but unfortunately the Xiahou swordsman didn't listen to it at all, and when he saw Zhao Han saying that he was in conflict with the scholar, he directly pressed the scholar's name on the top of Zhao Han's head.

With a cold snort, Xiahou Yuanrang directly reached out and grabbed Zhao Han.

"Little scholar, I'm not telling you... Ahhh ”

Seeing that Xiahou Yuanrang wanted to make a move, Yan Chixia, who was originally drinking soup, wanted to stop it, who wanted to wait for him to make a move, but Xiahou Yuanrang shouted first!

The outstretched hand was being grabbed by another hand as white as jade at this time, and there was not much contrast between the two, but Zhao Han's hand, which was obviously smaller, grabbed Xiahou Yuanrang's wrist without moving.

Just with a slight force, Xiahou Yuanrang screamed with sweat on his forehead.

"I'll tell you, the gentleman doesn't move his hands"

It was obvious that he was bullying people, but the words in Zhao Han's mouth seemed to be that he was being bullied, and Yan Chixia couldn't cry or laugh while listening to it.

After a long time, this scholar is also a monk?

What's so special about individual cultivation?

No wonder I wasn't sucked dry by the female ghost, it turns out that people are not afraid of these little ghosts at all!

After thinking about this, Yan Chixia didn't care about the two people on the side, but instead took care of a bowl of wolf meat in the pot and ate it so deliciously.

Although this scholar is a physical cultivator, his opponent is Xiahou Yuanrang!

Xiahou Swordsman, who has the reputation of the No. 1 swordsman in the capital, doesn't need him Yan Chixia to worry about......