"Yan Daxia, which one are you?"

Liao Wenjie looked at Yan Chixia speechlessly, the old Taoist priest was either sulking all day long, or possessed by the drama spirit, I don't know if it was really childlike or the cultivation of the brain was confused.

Suddenly playing blackface, what is the picture?

"Less nonsense, hand over the money!"

“……”x2

After a long period of silence, Liao Wenjie clenched his fists and coughed lightly, waved his hand and sprinkled hundreds of copper coins: "The younger generation's net worth is all here, and I hope that the strong man will surround me with his life." ”

“……”x2

"What's the matter, Yan Daxia, didn't you say that?"

"No, just test your guts and see if you're qualified."

Yan Chixia put away her sword, looked at her nose and nose, looked at her heart, looked like you had passed the test, and sat down calmly with her knees crossed.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed person is someone else.

"It seems that the younger generation passed the test by luck."

"Ah......h

Yan Chixia scratched her head, she really couldn't take it anymore, and frowned: "The rivers and lakes are sinister, people's hearts are vicious, you and I met in Pingshui, and without saying a word, you dare to confess to the old bottom, are you really afraid that I will kill people and sell goods?" ”

"Yan Daxia laughed, when I first met last night, I said that Yan Chixia is known as a chivalrous person, she is upright, and her righteousness is famous all over the world, I yearn for it and admire it very much."

Liao Wenjie's old fart remake: "There is no vanity under the fame, how can I question your character!" ”

"You ...... that way"

Yan Chixia was unmoved, and shook her head again and again: "To be honest, I can't guess whether you are sincere or a traitor." ”

"It's good to be a big traitor and a big evil, in this world, you can be good, but you can't be too good."

"You can see through it."

Yan Chixia skipped this topic and told Liao Wenjie the uncut version of the mental formula: "This mental method is aimed at sharpening mental power and cultivation, and attaching oneself to things is secondary, you have good qualifications, and diligent practice will definitely gain something." ”

"Juniors understand."

Liao Wenjie nodded, Professor Yan Chixia's mental method is similar to the one in the white paper, so he attaches more importance to the effect of attaching himself to objects.

He asked, "Can this mind attach my mind to living creatures?" ”

"I can't."

Liao Wenjie nodded, it doesn't matter if he can't, he will do autocharism, catch a head of three black and four black, and kill it attached to it, the distance is no different from a living thing, and he can't tell the truth from the fake.

"There is one more thing that juniors should ask clearly."

Liao Wenjie continued: "Yan Daxia promised to instruct me, and the swordsmanship will also be taught? ”

"Yes, anyway, I picked up all my skills, and I can teach you what you want to learn."

Yan Chixia didn't care, and raised her eyebrows: "However, the imperial sword technique is not something that can be practiced with any sword, do you have a magic weapon?" ”

Liao Wenjie was silent when he heard this, and took out a giant sword made of one hundred and eight copper coins: "Yan Daxia, can this sword be used to practice swordsmanship?" ”

I know that you kid is not honest, and there is still stock.

"Show me it."

Yan Chixia glanced at Liao Wenjie, reached out and took the large money sword, and with a flick of her fingertips, she easily broke the red line.

He shook his head again and again: "It's too brittle, you can't withstand the sword technique at all, you use this sword against the enemy, I'm afraid that before you hit the enemy, the sword will disintegrate on its own." ”

As he spoke, he directly placed the large money sword behind his buttocks, no other meaning, just missing a money sword.

Liao Wenjie didn't care, the goal was achieved, the value of the copper coin was no longer there, Yan Chixia wanted it, even if she took it.

"Yan Daxia, where is the divine soldier who can take advantage of it?"

"You can build it with your own hard work, find a sect disciple to snatch it, and if you're lucky enough to pick it up on the side of the road, it's all fine."

“……”

Said or didn't say it, Liao Wenjie nodded, thinking about it as soon as possible...... Ge is a powerful weapon.

Before leaving, he made a cliché, wanting to put a mental formula of swordsmanship from Yan Chixia's mouth, and practice with the money sword at night.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chixia turned over the floor and threw an ancient book directly into his arms.

"Read it yourself, write it down if you don't understand it, and I'll answer your doubts one by one tomorrow."

Yan Chixia waved her hand to drive Liao Wenjie out of the quiet room, took out the wooden box from the hidden box on the wall, and after opening it, there was a roll of gold thread inside.

He lit the candle and broke the red thread from the original money sword and re-woven it with gold thread, then the bronze coin armor.

The line in the hands of the loving father, the shirt of the wandering son......

……

On the other side, Liao Wenjie returned to his room with the ancient book, lit an oil lamp, and remembered all the pictures and dates in his mind regardless of whether he could read it or not, and then turned back to the first page and read it slowly.

"Wait a minute, did I forget something?"

After a while, he got up and walked to the next room and released Xiaoshuang from the humanoid silkworm chrysalis.

This time, Xiaoshuang was a lot more honest, and she was placed for most of the day, far less excited than before.

I'm so hungry.

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to hold a cloud of water mist, covering her head, and with a fluttering sound, Paper Crane brought steamed porridge and a plate of pickles from the kitchen.

"Your sanity has been restored, it is dark at this moment, you can stay for the night after eating, and go home tomorrow morning......"

Xiaoshuang nibbled on the steamed bun in small bites, her eyes followed closely the back of Liao Wenjie leaving, suddenly increased her speed, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

Three times five divided by two to fill her stomach, she knocked on Liao Wenjie's door, couldn't wait for a response for a long time, gritted her teeth, and dared to push the door in.

In fact, this wooden door, as well as the window, is it the same, and Liao Wenjie can also be seen reading a book outside the door, and knocking on the door is purely polite.

"Fairy ......"

"Don't kneel!"

Before Xiaoshuang knelt down, Liao Wenjie raised his hand and shouted to stop: "First of all, I am not an immortal chief, just a young Taoist priest who has just started, I have no ability and no money, and I can't afford the title of immortal chief." ”

"Secondly, you kneel and you are happy, but don't kneel to me, otherwise the end will be the same as during the day, and you will continue to lie on the bed."

"In the end, I know what you're trying to say, and I can't do anything about it. People don't commit ghosts, ghosts don't offend people, yin and yang are not in the same world, no one can save your young lady. ”

“……”

Xiao Shuang was silent when she heard this, and after a while, she sobbed in a low voice: "Immortal Chief, my young lady is a good person, she is always kind and generous to the poor, she should not suffer this disaster. ”

"Be quiet, don't disturb me reading."

Xiaoshuang nodded, took two steps forward, and cried quietly: "I saw it all last night, and I knew that it was the Immortal Commander who saved me and picked me up from the mountain." If the fairy can pull my young lady, I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the kindness. ”

To be a cow and a horse, you have to give grass, what are so many good things.

"Fairy ......"

"If you talk again, I'll tie you up!"

“……”

Xiaoshuang bowed her head and was silent, sobbing louder and louder.

"Cry and tie up!"

“……”

Xiaoshuang hurriedly covered her mouth, didn't change her breath well, and coughed violently a few times.

She stared at Liao Wenjie for a while, left the room after a while, and returned with a wooden basin in her hand, wring out the linen and cleaning it around.

It's actually a maid who can do housework!

Liao Wenjie tilted his head, seeing Xiaoshuang's fine skin and tender meat, he thought that it was raised by a big family for the young lady to block the cannon, looking at this skillful posture, he thought too much.

"Immortal Chief, there are no servants in this mansion, if you don't dislike it, I am willing to stay and serve you."

Xiaoshuang stroked the long hair next to her ears and said with a serious face: "Immortal Chief, I am very beautiful, and my palace sand is still there." ”

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes, Xiaoshuang looked like she was sacrificing herself for righteousness, she was really wronged.

Seeing that Liao Wenjie didn't respond, Xiaoshuang plucked up her courage, took two more steps forward, rolled up her sleeves and showed the small red dot on her arm.

"Immortal Chief, look."

Look at your sister!

Liao Wenjie waved his hand and asked the maid with a touching IQ to stay where it was cool, and at this moment, a cool breeze blew in along the broken window, making him immediately vigilant.

Ghosts.

What the hell, so bold as to dare to break into Yan Chixia's lair?

Could it be the vixen?

Liao Wenjie muttered in his heart, he had already seen that Yan Chixia must have had an unknown past with the fox spirit when she was young, and if she couldn't keep it, Yan Chixia was no longer a child.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain Yan Chixia's lack of work, and in the end, she released water to let the fox spirit escape.

So, tonight the fox fairy came to repay the favor?

Liao Wenjie's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand to extinguish the candle flame on the table, he wanted to enjoy this scene.

The room was dark, and Xiaoshuang immediately trembled, crying with a hint of trembling: "Immortal...... Immortal ......"

"Don't talk!"

"Hmm."

Xiaoshuang gritted her teeth and nodded, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Liao Wenjie was full of expectations, waiting to see Yan Chixia's gossip, but the result was disappointing, just an ordinary female ghost, following the scholar Cui Hong gradually.

"It's so daring, Yan Chixia's lair dares to break into, this must not be a local ghost......"

……

Cui Hong gradually carried the burden into the doorless house, and said hello to Shi'er with a spring breeze, the latter lit the lamp and boiled oil in the pavilion origami cranes, engrossed in ignoring the outside world, not to mention the ghost entering the door, even Cui Hongji, a big living person, did not notice.

Today, Cui Hongjian went to the small lake again, and saw Mo Chou again, and the two of them looked at the mung beans and met each other.

Cui Hong gradually took a slow step, and when he ran to the water pavilion in the middle of the lake, he lost Mo Chou again.

Not only was he not disappointed, but he was also very happy, and the blind could see that the young lady was waiting for him, and it was clear that he had ideas.

Coincidentally, he also had an idea, so he almost hit it off.

Back in his room, Cui Hong gradually lit the candlelight, spread out a blank piece of paper, and smirked while recalling Mo Chou's voice and smile.

The inkstone grinds the fog, and the pen dyes the clouds.

He slowly put down his pen, sketched the appearance on the white paper, and drew a plain white portrait of Mo Chou.

Cui Hong gradually became enthusiastic about painting in the house, and he didn't know that the woman in the painting was peeping at him outside the window.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, Mo Chou stands outside the window and peeps at Cui Hongji, thinking that no one knows, but he doesn't know that Liao Wenjie is standing in front of the window with a hole in his hand, holding a money sword in his hand.

There are female ghosts who covet the beauty of scholars, and they still come to the door, what should I do?

Of course, he was killed, but he couldn't pretend to be a scholar!

"Little ......"

Xiaoshuang took a few steps forward, looked at the back of the female ghost, her face turned from fear to shock, and finally turned into ecstasy, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she was covered by Liao Wenjie's raised hand.

"Don't argue, you stay honest here, I'll go and kill that harmful female ghost."

"Woo woo woo ———"