Chen Ziang sat on the seat, and he could still smell the fragrance of talking on it, which was not the incense in the incense burner but the body fragrance on Xiaoqian's body.

"Oh~Oh~Oh~"

Chen Ziang took a deep breath and focused all his attention on the piano, playing a tune that he had learned later.

Xiao Qian listened, the smile on her face gradually converged and became serious, and she couldn't help but be stunned, stunned, and stupid.

After playing the song, Chen Ziang went to look at Xiaoqian again, but found that two lines of tears in her eyes couldn't help but flow down, ticking to the ground.

"A song of Yiren breaks the intestines, and a song of beautiful people's hearts die"

"A song of yin and yang separates, a song of heaven and earth"

"A song of broken hearts, a song of flowers falling and dying"

Chen Ziang played "Butterfly Loves Flowers", but looking at Xiaoqian's appearance and remembering her life experience, he couldn't help but make a poem.

"A song of yin and yang separates.... A song of the sky is on each side" Xiao Qian thought about it and left tears even more, and finally she simply hugged Chen Ziang and became painful.

Stroking Xiao Qian's back, it was very cold, although he knew that she was a ghost, but Chen Ziang did not have the slightest fear at the moment, but had some pity.

Yes, pity.

Xiao Qian was originally the daughter of an official eunuch, and after being killed by robbers blocking the road, his father and mother buried her ashes under a locust tree, but he didn't expect that this locust tree has gone through thousands of years, growing into essence, and was called the tree demon grandma.

The tree demon grandma holds the ashes of Xiaoqian and other female ghosts, prevents them from being reincarnated, and controls them to catch a strong man every once in a while for her to absorb essence and strengthen her strength.

Every time she catches someone for her grandmother, Xiaoqian will feel very guilty and sad, but she can't beat her, so she can only be her accomplice.

Xiao Qian cried heartbreakingly, she hugged Chen Ziang tightly, tears wet his cloth clothes, she hadn't cried like this for nearly a hundred years.

Too much time has passed, and her father and mother have slowly grown old, and finally become dry bones, and her soul has been reincarnated, but she still has to suffer the beating and scolding of the tree demon grandmother and the torment from her heart in the world.

"It should be better if you cry," Chen Ziang asked softly in her ear.

"Do you know who I am?" Xiao Qian's voice was a little cold, Chen Ziang's poem had been written clearly enough, wasn't it her?

"Your name is Xiaoqian, you have been dead for many years, I didn't want the showdown to be so fast, but the tune you played just now is really.... It's so sad that I want you to vent, so here I am and play this tune! Chen Ziang said with emotion.

"Thank you," Xiao Qian said tremblingly, looking at Chen Ziang's handsome face, she couldn't help but offer her red lips and put her hands around his neck.

Although Xiao Qian's mouth was cold, she tried hard to make Chen Ziang feel her enthusiasm, and kept stretching out her fragrant tongue and entangled it with his tongue.

One person, one ghost, kissed affectionately in this pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Chen Ziang wanted to make the next move, but was gently pushed away by Xiaoqian, she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, "Childe, I found that I fell in love with you a little"

"But you're still going to leave, aren't you?" Chen Ziang said with some reluctance.

"You're right, if we are together, we can't escape the palm of grandma's hand" Xiao Qian sighed, unable to express the distress in her heart, the first time she met a man who made her heart move, but she couldn't be together.

"I'll help you kill her and give you back your freedom!" Chen Ziang snorted coldly, killing the tree demon grandma is one of the tasks announced by the system, and he must complete it!

"Childe, don't joke with Xiaoqian, grandma's cultivation is unfathomable, I haven't heard of anyone who can hurt her" Xiaoqian's eyes flashed with hope, and then dimmed again.

"Tomorrow, I'll learn a few tricks from Yan Chixia tomorrow and then I'll help you" Chen Ziang wanted to prove it to her now, but in order to be on the safe side, he was still ready to learn how to deal with ghosts from Yan Chixia's side, and then come to trouble the tree demon grandma.

"But Yan Chixia, the number one swordsman in the world?" Xiao Qian asked with some fear.

"Yes, that's him"

"He may be okay to deal with other little demons and ghosts, but grandma has a thousand-year-old way, I'm afraid..." Xiao Qian shook her head and said that she was not optimistic about Yan Chixia.

"Isn't there still me? You just wait for me" Chen Ziang knew that Xiaoqian didn't believe it, so he had to prove it to her with his strength.

"Sand! Sand! Sand! The sound of the leaves being driven and rubbing was heard.

"It's not good, Yan Chixia is coming, let's leave it at that" Chen Ziang walked out of the Huxin Pavilion with some regret, and then looked back at the empty pavilion, Xiaoqian obviously walked away.

"Boy, did you notice anything wrong?" Yan Chixia flew in front of Chen Ziang, her nose kept sniffing, and her eyes kept looking at the small pavilion in the lake, but she didn't find anything.

"No," Chen Ziang said calmly.

"Then what are you doing at the lake in the middle of the night, fishing?" Yan Chixia said angrily and continued to run into the distance.

Chen Ziang carried Tiyunzong, and it didn't take long for him to return to that small village and find an inn to live in.

It is naturally not a problem to deal with those living dead corpses in Lanruo Temple with charms and demon sticks, but after all, there are too many people who have died there, and the yin qi is too heavy, so it is naturally best to be able to return to the village to rest.

The sun rose the next afternoon, and Chen Ziang hurried to Ruolan Temple.

When he arrived, Yan Chixia had already arrived, but he saw that his right arm was a little red and swollen, and he didn't have it when he saw it yesterday, so he thought that he should have fought with the tree demon grandma, as for the old demon of Montenegro, it should be impossible, if it was him, Yan Chixia might not be able to escape.

"Who did you fight with yesterday?" Chen Ziang asked.

"Tree.... What do you care about so much" Yan Chixia just wanted to answer, but felt that it was inappropriate, so she changed her words.

It turned out that Yan Chixia had really fought with the tree demon grandma, but I don't know if she was injured there.

"If you want me to teach you the spell of subduing demons and subduing demons, it depends on whether you are qualified or not, there are some low-level skeleton dead ghouls and monsters in Lanruo Temple, you go and destroy them for me" Yan Chixia looked at the inside of the temple and said lightly.

"Okay" Chen Ziang happily agreed, if you can't even kill these dead corpses, then how can you talk about killing the tree demon grandma and killing the old demon of Montenegro?

In the play "A Chinese Ghost Story", these dead bodies hide on the ceiling of the temple, they look like charred corpses, and unknown black particles wrap the skeleton, which can be said to be the lowest level of ghosts in this world.

Chen Ziang walked into the lobby of Lanruo Temple, and with his hearing, he could hear the terrifying sound of bones on the ceiling touching the ground, and the dead body was on it!

He took out a high imitation magic stick from the third space and held it in his hand, and pushed it upwards to make a large hole in the ceiling, and then there was a chaotic stirring like a mountain and a sea.

The old wooden blocks of the ceiling were shattered by the wands, and nine emaciated corpses fell from the ceiling.

The dead body that fell to the ground staggered and wanted to get up, Chen Ziang frowned, and the magic stick in his hand poked at the zombie's ribs by waving, and the poked zombie instantly melted like a high-temperature lard and decomposed into bubbling black water.

Chen Ziang immediately unleashed the Wulang Bagua Stick Method, and swept away the thousands of troops with one move, so that the rest of the dead bodies were all broken up, and at the same time decomposed into viscous black water, which was a little more disgusting than the modern industrial wastewater.