King Jian's mansion is very large, and Ran Jia follows the prince around, but she has practiced the formation since she was a child, and her memory is good, so she can naturally remember the route she has walked clearly.

In the end, it is the palace, the layout of the buildings in the palace and the placement of flowers and plants in various places are exquisite, and I have asked a feng shui master to see it. It's just that this palace is the same as Kyoto, it is a cover to prevent the invasion of demons and monsters outside, but the layers of locks can trap things that escape the defense and come in.

Maybe the light is too prosperous, and the ghosts and spirits don't need to bother with people, but there are not so many miserable things happening in the house, at most, they are unwilling to be lonely and play tricks on people.

A hint of interest flashed on Ran Jia's face, it seems that the days ahead will not be too boring.

The courtyard where Jane Hall is located is surrounded by plants that ward off evil spirits, such as peach trees, willows, mugwort, dogwood, gourds, cypresses, ginkgo biloba, etc. The yellow rune paper was also scattered everywhere, and even if the courtyard was full of flowers, the ground and the house were clean, and the servants were crowded, it was still full of desolation.

"Ahem...... But cough, cough, cough, cough, cough ......" A heart-rending cough came, and she coughed twice with an itchy throat.

She wondered if the man had lung disease, and she couldn't wait to cough it out.

"Hall'er's illness is getting worse and worse," the prince's face flashed with pain, "Little master, to tell you the truth, that head is almost our last hope." Hall is only nineteen years old, he has not stepped out of this courtyard gate for a day, the outside world is so exciting, he has no chance to see it.

Probably, there may not be many days left......"

Ran Jia was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the beam of brilliance is so dazzling, Jian Hall should be the reincarnation of a certain immortal in the sky, with the immortal yuan body left in the soul, it shouldn't be so miserable. Unless his life has been tampered with! If this were the case, ordinary people would have gone to the underworld a long time ago.

She walked in slowly, and looked at the flowers and plants, the red, yellow, and purple, and the little elves all sat on the petals and held their cheeks and stared at her.

Almost all the flowers and plants in the courtyard have condensed spirits, or the spirits of the entire capital have fled here to settle down.

Over there, the prince had already strode into the house, and Ran Jia also turned around and followed.

"Why are you reading again, kid?" The prince couldn't help but reproach distressedly, "How do you take care of the prince? I don't know if the imperial doctor said that your master can't think too much......"

"Father," said a slightly weak voice with a hoarse cough after a long cough, "I just read some travelogues, and I don't need to use my brain."

Besides, I asked to see it, and they couldn't stop it if they wanted to! ”

"This is," Jian Hall's indifferent eyes saw the person who turned out from behind King Jian, trembling slightly, and asked quietly.

Ran Jia was wearing clothes purchased from the Southwest Market, the color was not bright, the workmanship was rough, and there was a lot of dust all the way. The beggars in Kyoto were all dressed neatly than her, but her skin was fair, her eyebrows were clear, her eyes were clear and bright, and her smile was like a handful of moons, which sprinkled into his gray world.

"This is the ghost hunter of that house, and he will be by your side for the rest of the year."

While Jian Hall looked at her, Ran Jia also chuckled and tilted her head to look at him.

The person in front of him was nineteen years old and still called a young man, his hair was black and soft, and his face was sickly pale, so that his eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose were like jewels inlaid on them, with a thrilling handsomeness.

Ran Jia nodded with satisfaction, she thought that her father was the best-looking person in the world, and it turned out that there was someone who was on par with her father's appearance. Staying by the side of such a handsome person for a lifetime, she is much less resistant than before.

"Hello, my name is Na Ran Jia, and I will be with you for the rest of my life!" She bowed at Jane Hall in an orderly manner.

Jian Hall pursed his lips, and there was an imperceptible sarcasm on the corners of his lips, the father and mother still didn't give up, but they didn't know how many nights this little boy could last.

He nodded lightly, "Father is looking for me to start this matter?" ”

The prince coughed lightly, "Hall, this little master is the ghost hunter of that family, and the head personally selected it, you should ......"

Jian Hall interrupted him, "Father, let's all go with the flow, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment in the end." Maybe I'm destined to be like this, but we might as well see it. ”

The prince clenched his fists, he is the younger brother of the former emperor, the current regent, and he has real power in his hands, so it can be said that the entire Xia Kingdom is his own decision. But no matter how powerful he is, he wants his wife and children to be well-being.

Every time he saw his son's sick and weak appearance and comforted him, Prince Jian was no longer the fierce and resolute regent in the court, but an ordinary and powerless father.

Leaving almost embarrassed, Ran Jia watched Prince Jian leave with her hands behind her back, and when she couldn't see him, she giggled and began to wander around.

The study in Jane Hall was huge, five times larger than hers, with three walls of large bookshelves from the floor to the roof, filled with books. She couldn't help but itch her hand to stretch it out, but was stopped by Jian Hall.

"You can't touch the things in my bedroom and study," he said, taking a sip of tea, his voice returning to its former warmth, "There are some unclean things that like to cling to them." ”

Ran Jia paused, but still stretched out, aiming at a somewhat yellowed travelogue.

She habitually took the book and flipped through it very quickly from beginning to end, looking at the thickness of the book, the pictures and texts in it, and she had the patience to find a comfortable place to read it. Only five pages had passed, and she saw a lifelike old man lying on a stone with a painting of the southern courtyard.

He stared at himself, his beard fluttering almost imperceptibly, as if he was unhappy with her interruption.

Ran Jia couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips and wink at him, it was the first time she had seen Xian'er in the book. It's quite embarrassing to say, as the future head of that family, a generation of powerful ghost hunters, she has no theories and spells, but before going down the mountain, and even before entering the capital, she has never seen the tail of a demon or a monster.

However, after less than half a day of entering the palace, she saw a dozen.

They weren't the abomination of what the world had described, except for the female ghost she felt in the princess, the rest of the spirits were just a little naughty like her.

Seeing that Ran Jia was still moving, Jian Hall immediately stood up and stepped forward to take the book in her hand away.

Ran Jia smiled and hid with the book, "Shizi, how many years have you had these books?" Why did you even raise the immortals in the book? ”

Jian Hall was stunned for a moment, chewing on the three words: "Immortal in the book? ”

He reads a lot of books, but he rarely dabbles in ghosts, but this world ghost catcher is quite mysterious, that bit of ability has to be hidden, and it is easy not to show it to outsiders, and even some outer disciples have no chance to read it, only listen to the master's words and deeds.

People with spells like to boast of being half-immortals, superior to others, and they are touted wherever they go, even the royal nobles are not taken seriously. So even if Prince Jian covered the sky with one hand, he couldn't find anything useful for him, and there were wild history legends written by ordinary people, which couldn't be true.

When he reads a book, he often feels like he is there, as if he is the author. But a few of the little guys who used to take care of his study, as long as they touched the book, they would behave strangely, sometimes they were women, sometimes they were arrogant, and sometimes they were drunken old men.

Everyone said that these books were attached to the dirt, and no one dared to come forward to organize the books for him.

Immortals in the book, heh, isn't it? The boys' bizarre behavior matched the characters in some of the books he had read.

"They don't affect you?" Jian Hall had not had a ripple for a long time, and he was curious, he looked at Ran Jia's somewhat messy hair, and called the little servant to carry water to prepare clothes for Ran Jia.

Ran Jia shook her head, her hand slowly pulling a few beautiful spells, and the faint and almost imperceptible fluorescence jumped on her fingertips, and finally condensed into a bead of light as big as a grain of rice.

She flicked the light beads towards the peach tree on the painting, and in the disbelief of the wide eyes in the hall, the ripples of the painting actually came alive.

A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms full of branches drifted down one after another, and went to the old man who scolded angrily at the forked waist, stuffed him, dropped him, and sprinkled him.

"Ahh Are there corrupt children who have so little respect for the elderly? Spit out a mouthful of sweet peach blossoms, the old man was very angry, and continued to blush and roar.

Ran Jia smiled, flicked his finger again, and a boulder fell from the sky and fell into the pond, splashing a huge splash and drenching the old man in soup.

"You are disrespectful to the elderly," she rubbed her hand a few times on the painting, and the words the size of rice grains appeared in rows, and disappeared very quickly, "You can spy on the Heavenly Dao in the ink fragrance and are fortunate enough to cultivate Xiaocheng, you should cherish it and continue to work hard." You can't afford to disturb the slightest bit every day, and it is difficult to achieve success if your heart is uncertain, and if you go crazy again, then I will not treat the old man with a stone in a gust of wind. ”

Feeling the pressure of Ran Jia's handwriting getting heavier and heavier, the old man shuddered, the immortals in the book are very rare, but once they open their minds, they are faster than other spirits to cultivate, and their mana is pure, about they are born from people's wisdom, and they are extremely suitable for mortal cultivation.

But only if they can resist all kinds of temptations and go all the way!

The old man was afraid of the incense on the ghost catcher's body, but he also listened to Ran Jia's words, yes, he was too comfortable with the status quo, and only greedily sucked the immortal qi from Jian Hall, which was more delicious than the essence of heaven and earth, but forgot to precipitate it into his own things, and did not improve his spiritual power to match his cultivation.

It almost belongs to the vicious circle of eating meat without exercising, and only gaining weight without growing tall.

His face was full of chagrin, he was blind to so many immortals!