The woman plucked the strings, mixed with a delicate voice.

The end of the song.

The "thin" scholar held his knees in his hands, buried his head in his arms, breathed evenly, his black shirt undulated, and it seemed that he was already asleep.

It's about to dawn, these days, this woman named "Fu Qingfeng" appears here every day, and the two don't do anything, just chatting, playing the piano, singing, and chanting poetry.

"Ning Gongzi...... It's not too early, and the breeze is leaving. Fu Qingfeng stood up and spoke in a very soft voice.

looked at the sleeping "scholar", his eyes were full of softness.

She didn't disturb Ning Yi, gently took off the red gauze covering her shoulders, covered Ning Yi's shoulders, took the guqin, and got up to leave.

......

......

The light falls into the woods.

Ning Yi slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm and calm.

As before, Ning Yi's soul could not sense the traces of this "Fu Qingfeng" when he left.

"It's not a ghost cultivator, it's not a monster, what is it?"

The scholar's face is no longer soft, but confused, these days together, he found that "Fu Qingfeng" is not a bad person, and seems to be a little too good to himself, every time they meet, they will always bring some gifts, similar to hand-painted calligraphy and paintings, personally polished objects, such as hairpins, jade bead necklaces, pendants and so on...... These things are made carefully, but they are very good-looking, Ning Yi did not refuse, but silently accepted them, put them in the cage, and waited for the day to return to the Jinhua City Inn, and then study them carefully after taking them out.

There is no ghost cultivation, and it is not the spirit of the demon clan.

All in all, if Fu Qingfeng is a person, she must be a "good person", at least a person who is very good to "Ning Chen".

But it's a pity...... The stories in this world are not always so beautiful and simple.

If Ning Chen is really a poor scholar, and Fu Qingfeng is really the daughter of a big family, in the nightly "tryst", the two may slowly develop some different feelings, because of the disparity in status, they will inevitably encounter a lot of trouble...... But as long as you are sincere and believe that the final outcome will be favored by God, it will not be too bad.

Fu Qingfeng gave Ning Yi carefully selected gifts every day, and of course Ning Yi also gave a ...... A "sachet" that he made with his own hands, spent a lot of effort, and took several days to make, looked simple and innocent, and inside was crushed talisman powder.

You gave me a white hosta, a piece of kindness.

It's just a pity that I can't be tempted.

As long as the sachet is worn by her, then Ning Yi can track it all the way, and he wants to find out the origin of "Fu Qingfeng", not because he can't get used to those inhuman things that can't appear in the sun, but all this may be related to the mountain scroll.

The surroundings of the mountain scroll are full of aura, and the dying old devil who escaped from southern Xinjiang can use this to heal his wounds, and if he gets closer, I don't know if he will nourish monsters and creatures that should not be nourished.

Leaning against the tree, Ning Yi sighed softly.

Sniffed his nose.

A faint feminine aroma came.

Ning Yi lowered his head, a thin red yarn was in his hand, and before Fu Qingfeng left, he deliberately left this red yarn for himself.

The woman in red, who plays the piano every day, has drifted away.

His eyes flashed with some subtle and indescribable light, and he silently lifted the cage, folded the red yarn neatly, put it in the bookcase, and then left silently.

This time was different.

He did not rush to leave the mass grave and returned to Jinhua City.

Instead, using the tip of the fine snow umbrella as a crutch, step by step, he walked towards the pagoda outside the city.

The scent of the sachet is there.

......

......

It is said that the mass grave is extremely evil and needs to be suppressed by the pagoda.

But in fact, this thousand stupas have long been abandoned, if the practice of people set foot in it, it is not difficult to see, the thousand stupa of the evil spirit, than the mass grave is even more than a cut, the light in the daytime is great, the sun falls on the spire, the whole stupa seems to be glazed and clean, at night, it will be the yin wind attack, yin and yang upside down.

If nothing else, there have been ghost cultivators who have desecrated this place and defiled the Buddha statues, making Lingshan have been built here for many years in vain.

The black-shirted scholar with fine snow as a staff silently stopped here, he climbed a small barren mountain that was not high, overlooking the pagoda in the distance, and his mood was complicated.

There is an ancient temple next to the stupa.

The dilapidated temple, withered vines entangled around the courtyard, the plaque that is about to fall, the rusty copper lettering, engraved with two words.

Lan Ruo.

Lanruo Temple.

Flowers bloom and fall, I don't know how many years.

The dust of the day is gone, the temple is empty, and the breath of the incense sachet stops at the Lanruo Temple, and there is no trace.

The temple was empty.

The scholar with a compassionate expression stood on the small barren mountain, calmly looked at the ancient temple, and then looked up at the sky.

Really...... Isn't it human?

......

......

A heavy rain without warning.

In the afternoon, it was pouring in.

The sky above the entire Jinhua City was shrouded in a dark cloud, and the young Taoist priest of Bulao Mountain was thoughtful, no longer lighting candles to read books, but blowing out candles and silently walking out of the Taoist temple.

The mountains are full of thunder, bright as day.

At the gate of Jinhua City.

A column of iron horsemen rushed out, the sound of horses' hooves muffled, trampling the mud in the heavy rain.

Seven or eight hideous-looking middle-aged men, tall, short, fat and thin, riding on horseback, looked gloomy when they raised their heads, they were local Jianghu people in the east, originally just passing by, anxious to send some "goods", but never expected that it would suddenly rain heavily here.

A moment later.

The raindrops, crackling and smashing on the roof, fell down the scale-like tiles like a waterfall.

The dilapidated ancient temple was rejuvenated in the heavy rain, and even the crumbling "Lanruo" plaque, at some point, was re-righted, and the thousand Buddha pagoda next to it emitted a faint holy light in the rain.

Eight black horses were tied to the outside of the temple, and they found an eaves that could barely shelter from the rain.

Eight people picked a few large banana leaves outside the temple, barely able to cover one or two.

A white fat man holding a large banana leaf, with a pale face, muttered softly.

"Ancient ...... As the saying goes, no one enters the ancient temple...... Do you really want to go into this place to take shelter from the rain? How do I feel like there's an evil breath?"

is wiping the silver blade of the "ancient big", the full name is Gu Huo.

Gu Huo was thin, wearing a tattered linen robe, tied with copper arm guards, his wrists and waist were tied tightly by a circle of hemp rope, and his whole temperament was gloomy, and his cheek had a long, horizontal scar, without any expression, it was hideous enough, and his expression was calm at the moment, raising his eyes to look at the plaque in front of him.

The seven fat and thin men behind him are all brothers under his command, and they all come out together on weekdays, and they all make ideas and decisions.

Gu Huo slowly put the knife into the sheath, squinted his eyes, and thought thoughtfully.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said softly: "The demon collection order of Liuli Mountain in the eastern realm has been issued, and the Three Holy Mountains have killed the demon head of Daze, so it should be unlikely that there will be ghost cultivation here...... Those proverbs, just listen to them, you don't need to take them seriously, let alone ......"

Gu Huo raised his finger and pointed to the "Thousand Buddha Pagoda" not far away, and said with a smile: "Do you see that pagoda? Pure glass, not stained with dust, how can there be any filthy thing in the world, dare to take root here? ”

The seven brothers, looking at each other, still nodded in belief.

Eight people, led by Gu Huo, slowly stepped into this "Lanruo Temple".

The temple is really peaceful, there is no defeat in sight, the vines that climb on the courtyard wall, in the autumn rain do not show the slightest sense of gloom, but a piece of spring, when entering the temple, there is a brother who shouted a few times, but no one responded.

There is no one in this temple...... But it didn't look like no one, there was a scoop next to the well, a brand new well rope, Gu Huo narrowed his eyes, looked around carefully, the brother who had traveled all the way, shouted a few times, and after getting no response, he squatted down and hit a scoop of well water.

When walking, be careful and cautious.

The brother took out a ladle of well water and gave it a look to Guhuo, and the well water was clear.

Sure enough, it's not a dry temple.

"Somebody lives here, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. ”

I don't know if it's a sigh of relief, or a tight grip...... Gu Huo rubbed his eyes, he had heard many rumors, the nameless lonely temple in the east, the deserted temple, don't live alone, there are many ghost cultivators, Buddha statues are difficult to shelter, if you encounter them, those ghost cultivators like to scare people's guts, and then take away the five internal organs...... He didn't have any bottom in his heart, but in his waist bag, there was a "talisman" that a cultivator's predecessor had given him, which was said to be able to explore yin qi, and those ghost cultivators would avoid one or two, and he could also feel it, and he had trekked all the way without any risk, which was the effect of that talisman.

Slowly and cautiously, the group stepped into the Lanruo Temple and found that it was not a small temple.

In the depths of the inner courtyard, there are pavilions, and in the midst of thunder, the lights are swaying, and the candle shadows can be faintly seen.

There is also a faint symphony of pianos and strings, and the soft and ethereal voices of the women.

The candle flame is ethereal.

Someone saw these graceful shadows through a layer of window paper, and their eyes were a little trance-like.

Gu Huo frowned, tiptoed, quietly leaned against the wall, just approached the pavilion, the group looked at each other, extremely tacit, with a finger lightly dipped in saliva, poked the window paper.

Check it out.

Everyone was amazed...... There is a pool of spring water in the pavilion, the fog is filled, three or four young women who have taken off their gorgeous clothes, laughing and leaning over in the pool, the scenery is beautiful, and the face is beautiful.

Lying beside the pool, just within reach of the door, a woman with a beautiful face and extremely soft eyebrows and eyes in red gauze was defenseless, only wearing a red veil on her shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, the red yarn was slowly lifted by another pitiful girl, revealing the snow skin on the fragrant shoulders, as well as the big red peony tattoo, the fog in the pool was a little thick, and the woman leaning behind her held a pen to slowly outline the peony on the shoulder of the red gauze girl, and gently depicted it, but the wolf was a little sharp, and it actually brought out a touch of blood.

"Ah......h

A soft scream, with a little pain.

The woman who leaned behind her back abandoned the wolf and licked the blood with the tip of her tongue.

The two beautiful women of the country are entangled together, but they haven't had time to do anything more entangled......

In the next moment, the door opened.

Outside the pavilion, there was a violent storm, and several figures crowded in front of the door, looking stunned, and the women in the pool covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to look.

"It's a man......"

"A lot of men ......"

The voices in the pool were frightened, panicked, and more curious.

The pool was long, connecting the two rooms in the pavilion, and the girls reached out and pulled the veil from the side of the pool, covered their bodies perfunctorily, and swam into the depths of the pavilion.

"Bang".

The door of the pavilion was reopened, and the wind and rain and thunder outside were gone.

The pool water splashed, the mandarin ducks were everywhere, a laughing and angry scolding spread, and the eight men, including the extremely vigilant "ancient big" before, were all boiling in their eyes at the moment, completely forgetful, soaked with clothes, and walked hard in the pool, "walking" to the next room.

The wind and rain outside the house are mixed, and the inside of the house is like spring all year round.

"Come on...... Come and be happy......"

"Childe...... Come in a little more......"

The curtain hangs over the pond and sways constantly.

The soft woman's delicate gasping voices came and went.

The group chased away, those fresh flesh, like a swimming fish, extremely flexible, they couldn't touch those graceful women even if they tried their best, their hearts were anxious, and they chased deeper and deeper.

End of the pool.

The person sitting on the big chair, with his back to everyone and the big red robe behind his back, rolled down from the big chair, spread to the ground, and finally half of it was covered in water, sinking and floating.

The eight men raised their heads in amazement, wanting to see how good-looking the "big beauty" who ranked at the top of the country at the end of the country's heavenly fragrance was born, and whether she was even better looking than the red gauze girl?

The mist surged, and several bald heads suddenly appeared in the pool, looking hideous, and came out of the big red robe, with a miserable expression, red lips, and a smile on their faces, and their heads only reached the knees of adults, and their feet kicked the pool water, and one person held up a small corner of the red robe, and climbed up to the pool bank with great difficulty, and gathered the robe.

The "woman" sitting on the high seat of yellow wood finally turned her face sideways, the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, her big red lips were pursed, the fog was too thick, she couldn't see her face clearly, she could only see a general outline, the "big beauty" had her hair tied in a very strange bun, and no one had used such a heavy and huge bun in recent years......

There was no time to find out, and there was a woman entangled around everyone, like a ivy around a tree.

The men looked selfless and immersed in it.

Suddenly, a person's eyes widened, his hands clutched the waist of the young girl wrapped around him, his ten fingers were like hooks, embedded in the snow-white skin, three or four breaths, his pupils contracted, his lips were filled with affection and honey, and he couldn't even make a sound, and then the whole person's chest dried up, and he fell into the pool with a pop.

Silently.

And then the second, when the lips and teeth met, the white fat man who had hesitated in front of the temple suddenly woke up from the big dream, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, and his fingers touched the saber on his waist, but the woman who had just solved the first man slowly came out of the pool, and the snow hand pulled the fat man's fingers that tried to draw the knife, and wiped it deep into his chest.

The sobriety in the fat man's eyes was like a flash in the pan, fleeting, and the whole person continued to be confused.

One after another in the pool, someone fell.

The woman who was wrapped around the "ancient big" was none other than the most beautiful red gauze Fu Qingfeng among them, she put her hands on Gu Huo's shoulders, but frowned, unwilling to do more too deep movements, and when she hesitated, suddenly a wisp of strong wind on her waist.

The blade slapped at her, sending her flying upside down and slamming against the stone wall beside the pool.

Gu Huo, who shook his head suddenly, looked extremely gloomy, he never thought that he had the blessing of the "talisman", and he was unconsciously fascinated, and when he came here, the talisman in Gu Huo's waist continued to tremble, obviously this place is extremely fierce!

This gang boss who has been in the rivers and lakes for 20 years, looking at the four directions, and three or four brothers who are addicted to it, at this moment his expression is sluggish, depressed, these demon girls are sucking, fat people are floating in the pool, and the corpses of several brothers......

"Who are you?"

Gu Huo stepped on the bottom of the pool, a finger against the knife, the tip of the knife faintly thunder flashed, several naked girls who were close to saw the thunder, screamed in horror, gave up the "prey" in their hands, and rushed ashore.

"Grandma......

The maidens flocked to the yellow wooden seat.

Gu Huo finally saw clearly the so-called "great beauty" on the city, and the person who was called "grandma" by these young women turned around slowly, and turned out to be an old and withered man's cheek, smeared with big red lips, and opened a big smile at himself.

The bald heads carrying big red robes, numbering seventeen or eighteen, were densely packed together, dressed in extremely small monk's clothes, and they all grinned at this moment, and their voices echoed throughout the cramped and cramped room.

Gu Huo's heart chuckled, and he grabbed the "talisman" in his waist bag with two fingers, and when he took it out, it was not like before, when he encountered a ghost cultivator, the light bloomed, and it directly attracted Lei Fa to the top...... This invulnerable talisman turned out to be scarlet at this moment, the handwriting was blurred, and it had been trembling and struggling before, and it was finally polluted by the pool water.

The originally crystal clear water of the pond had wisps of bloody smell coming out.

The bodies of those brothers who had once roamed the rivers and lakes together floated up one by one, and even the strongest white and fat man was sucked into a dry black corpse at this moment.

Gu Huo gritted his teeth and said, "You ......"

The sound did not fall.

The "demonic grandmother" who smiled at himself quickly, her whole cheeks quickly enlarged in front of her, and the strong wind blew, Gu Huo didn't have time to retreat, and there were already two bald heads on the soles of his feet, which were already under the water, clutching his legs tightly, making him unable to move.

"Grandma" eyebrows and eyes are soft, scarlet blood is squeezed out of the folds of his eyes, he speaks softly, his voice is soft, but when he speaks, he is as hoarse as an old monk.

"You say you're good, why don't you want to continue to enjoy it...... Fu Qingfeng is the most beautiful girl in my hands......"

Speaking of this, Fu Qingfeng, who silently climbed up to the side of the pool with his waist covered, was silent.

Everywhere in the pool, there were different meanings, but most of them were disgusted glances.

Guho's breath became short.

He couldn't believe what he saw, the man who called himself "Grandma" was still sitting upright on his seat, his neck stretched out at the level of the pool, and then he pulled his knife out of its sheath with one hand, and the sheath thundered with a thunderous wind.

There was no explosion of the pond at all.

A cold snort.

Grandma left her seat in an instant, and in the next moment, she was already standing opposite Gu Huo, with an indifferent expression, pressing the man's hand with one hand, and pressing the narrow knife back into the sheath inch by inch, the blade rubbed against the sheath, the thunder continued to splash, smashed into the pool, and women kept screaming everywhere.

"The Great Monk of the Ten Realms gave you a life-saving talisman and a treasure knife that carries the power of wind and thunder, which is really a blessing, but you think so...... Is it possible to run rampant in the Eastern Realm?" Grandma's voice was indistinguishable, and she shouted: "It's a pity that the Great Monk didn't come in person, otherwise I would have liked to taste the heart, liver, spleen, and lungs of the Ten Realms Monk!"

The further the voice went to the back, the more angry, hoarse, and deep.

Gu Huo's eyes flashed two bright reds.

The grandmother who pressed the Wind Thunder Treasure Knife with one hand, and she was irrepressibly injured in her palm, and at this moment she raised her sleeves, like thunder, and smashed on both sides of Gu Huo's cheeks, and ten slender fingers pressed on both sides of the man's head.

The two of them were face to face, and grandma's eyes were gloomy, and she pressed Gu Huo's head and her lips pressed up.

The sword, which carried the power of wind and thunder, sank into the pool.

The ancient big body twitched for a while, and continued to dry up, and finally grandma couldn't vent her anger, and continued to exert her strength, sucking the whole body to pieces-

The pool splashed everywhere.

Fu Qingfeng had a smear of blood splashed on her cheeks, she lowered her eyebrows, and silently wiped her sleeves dry.

The corpses that fell into the pool, soaked in blood, rose and fell, and were shocking.

There was no sound in the dead silence.

This line was on a cloudy day, and the visitors who strayed into the ancient temple were all killed.

Grandma snorted coldly, holding the "treasure knife" that carried the power of wind and thunder in one hand, and looked at it for a moment, the "master" who gave the knife and the talisman seemed to be in a good state, and he could hurt himself now, if he wanted to seek revenge for this unknown man, maybe he would get into some trouble.

"Ah Qing...... This knife will be sent to my house, and I will seal it up and cut off all traces of it, so that I will not trouble the door. Grandma Muran waved her sleeves and gave the knife to a trembling woman in Tsing Yi.

The woman in Tsing Yi took the knife, lowered her head in response, and left silently.

"Since the Taoist priest who doesn't know the depth lives on the other side of the mountain, there are fewer and fewer people in the temple. Grandma gently wiped the corners of her lips with one sleeve, and her voice was no longer as hoarse and thick as before, but gradually became slender and soft, like a young woman, but the man's face was still the same, he glanced at the red-gauze woman kneeling on the ground, and said: "Qingfeng, these days, let you go to explore the Taoist priest of Bulao Mountain, have you ever been there?"

Fu Qingfeng's expression froze, then he came back to his senses and said, "That Taoist priest rarely goes down the mountain...... Can't find out what ......"

Grandma snorted, and said indifferently: "Also, people don't offend me, I don't offend people, there is no good old man who walks for heaven in these years, he cultivates his way in Bulao Mountain, and I testify to my Fa in Lanruo Temple, which is the best." ”

Then he frowned and looked at the red gauze woman's waist, where a scarlet scarlet oozed out, apparently injured by the wind and thunder of the blade.

Grandma said indifferently: "Why are you absent-minded today?"

Fu Qingfeng shook his head and said bitterly: "Not next time...... Grandma......"

Since at the foot of the Ageless Mountain...... A night party with a scholar named "Ning Chen".

She never thought of getting close to other "men" again.

I can't do it......

Grandma snorted, suddenly narrowed her eyes, and raised a hand.

The whole pavilion, all the sounds were silenced.

Outside the ancient temple in the distance, there is a scholar carrying a heavy cage and holding a simple oil-paper umbrella.

He raised his head, looked at the intact "Lan Ruo" plaque, and reached out and knocked on the temple door.