The three of them rolled in front of Mi Xiaojing and looked at him in horror one by one.

Mi Xiaojing said: "Which manor is he from, you should know, right?" ”

"Know, we know ......"

"It's Lu Liuzhuang's!"

"He is the steward, the great steward of Lu Liuzhuang...... His name is Qian Youwei...... Money Butler ......"

Mi Xiaojing nodded and said, "Carry him and go to Luliuzhuang." ”

The three of them were frightened, even the big housekeeper Qian was frightened, whether he beat or not, he still had to go to Luliuzhuang, what was he going to do?

Under the persecution of Mi Xiaojing, the three of them could only carry Qian Da Butler, because Qian Youwei's limbs were broken, when the three of them lifted, they pulled their arms and legs, and immediately screamed in pain, and was pointed by Mi Xiaojing, and suddenly couldn't call out, but the voice was blocked, but the pain was still there, and it was really uncomfortable to die and live.

Along the way, many people looked at this group of strange people in surprise, because the big housekeeper couldn't scream, so he kept twisting his body, it was too painful, but the more he twisted his body, the more serious the pain, halfway, the big housekeeper Qian finally fainted, but also relieved his extreme pain.

Lu Liuzhuang is located by a small river, not far from a small lake, this area is the land occupied by Lu Liuzhuang, and the owner of Lu Liuzhuang is a little deacon in charge of the medicine garden in Caorentang, he is responsible for managing all the cultivation of elixir, and is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

In the Jianxin Sect, once it reaches the early stage of foundation building, then the status will change dramatically, and the cultivators at this level are the backbone of the sect, as for the Dan period, it is even different, once the Dan is formed, it must be the top of the sect.

In the Kenshin Sect, rank represents a lot of things.

Just like Lu Yu, the owner of Lu Liuzhuang, when he was promoted to the foundation building period, this manor belonged to him, the original owner died due to an accident, this manor has always been managed by the sect, until Lu Yu was promoted, it was transferred to his name, of course, if he died, this manor is still the sect's.

is also a person from Caorentang, Lu Yu's status is higher than Mi Xiaojing, but Mi Xiaojing is Chen Shouyi's person, so he is not without a little status, and he can also communicate with the other party.

Three ordinary people, plus the big housekeeper Qian, as well as Mi Xiaojing and others, there are a lot of people in this group, and when they came to the gate of the manor together, they immediately alarmed the gatekeepers, and the gatekeepers were also frightened when they saw the appearance of the big housekeeper Qian, and immediately went in to report.

Soon, Lu Yu walked out, he knew Mu Xiaoyin and Mi Xiaojing, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the two of them on the side, he asked, "You two, why do you have time to come to my manor?" Then he saw the big butler Qian lying on the ground.

"Ah Wei, what's wrong? Who hit it? ”

Mi Xiaojing said lightly: "I hit ......"

"What?"

Lu Yu is stupid, what is this for? You hit people and you carried them over, are you here to demonstrate? Why? His face was gloomy, and his huge momentum was suppressed.

Rob retreated again and again, and Mu Xiaoyin also retreated, neither of them could resist this coercion.

Although Mi Xiaojing also felt a certain amount of pressure, he could still resist it, he just looked at Lu Yu very calmly.

After all, Lu Yu is the deacon of Caorentang, although he is only a small deacon below, but he knows a lot of things, especially the matter of Caorentang, if he is not familiar with Caorentang, it is estimated that he will not use coercion, but directly attack. The guests saw at a glance the obvious wear marks on the parts, and they immediately lost interest, and their eyes looked at Qianye with some disdain.

A young mercenary glanced at the Force gun on the counter and said, "Damn, what a rotten shop." I can't even find a second-level good product. ”

Yiye's face suddenly sank, and he pointed to the broken canvas bag in front of Qianye, and said, "I have a fierce cargo here that is more powerful than the second level!" ”

The mercenaries looked at the broken canvas bag, and then at the old parts in Qianye's hand, which were badly worn, and immediately laughed, just as this old man was already poor and crazy.

Waiting for this group of people to leave, a sneer appeared on the corner of Qianye's mouth.

This part is actually almost brand new, but the surface is aged with a special technique. This Eagle Strike as a whole is roughly 70% new, but several key components are 80% new. These few parts alone can improve the accuracy of eagle strikes by about 10%.

These mercenaries may not see an Eagle Strike once in their lifetime, and it is certainly impossible to recognize the unique parts of Eagle Strike. However, Qianye has learned the use, maintenance, and internal structure of all the standard firearms of the Empire, and almost all the guns below level 5 on the side of the Eternal Night camp are also in the learning content. Therefore, for the Red Scorpion Warrior, even if the scorpion needle in his hand is destroyed, he can use it immediately when he picks up any gun of the dark race.

Qianye inspected the parts of Eagle Strike one by one, and the eyes of Yiye looking at him became more and more strange.

When Qianye put the last part back in the bag and buckled the buckle, Yiye finally couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to assemble it and try it?" ”

"The parts are all there, so there's no need to assemble them." Chiya carried the canvas bag behind her.

Yiye's eyes flashed with essence, and he said with ulterior motives: "There are very few people who have seen Eagle Strike." Even fewer people can understand its inner workings that way. ”

"There aren't many people who can get Eagle Strike, aren't they?"

An old man and a young man stared at each other for a while, and then a thousand nights walked away.

Back at the small inn, Chiya ordered some food, and after eating, he changed his appearance again, and then began to assemble Eagle Strike.

A moment later, a sniper rifle nearly two meters long appeared in Qianye's hand.

Qianye slightly entered the Force, and the dark and heavy body of the gun did not even reflect the light, but he could feel that the Force array in the energy compression chamber was lighting up in turn, and he had to face the muzzle of the gun to see that the barrel contained a ball of green light, and there was not the slightest light leaking out. This is the real murder weapon! Chiya was very satisfied with the condition of the gun.

It's late at night, but the city is bustling with activity. In this city, there are a lot of people who are looking for pleasure at all times. Mercenaries, hunters, and adventurers are all professions that walk on the line of death all the time, and they don't know if there will be a tomorrow after today. So these people will indulge their own ** even more wantonly.

In this city, the status of the expeditionary force was also not much higher than that of the hunters. The garrison of the expeditionary force is fierce, but the military discipline is sloppy, and the major legions are divided into factions, which are like a big gang. From the officers to the soldiers, the meager allowance was not enough to support them. Therefore, it is an open secret that everyone in the garrison from top to bottom is showing their skills and making extra money. If it weren't for that, this Eagle Strike wouldn't have fallen into the hands of Qianya.

Qianye wrapped the eagle strike in a cloth, carried it behind her back, and left the proprietress in the night, a woman with a wheat complexion, who obviously looked quite sturdy, but she looked weak, and she couldn't get on the horse after raising her legs and kicking a few feet.

Miao Yi couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to reach out to help her, but she shrank to the side, bit her lip and said shyly: "Men and women don't kiss." ”

"I'm ......" Miao Yi almost fainted, you are going to ride with me, and you will come to this set.

The proprietress climbed and climbed with the saddle again, but she couldn't climb up, Miao Yi was about to faint, when was it.

couldn't hold back the anger for a while, and Miao Yi slapped her straight buttocks with a heavy 'snap', which was loud enough.

The proprietress was like a lightning strike, covered her ass and turned to look at him with wide eyes.

The Liba, Confucian students, and cooks who carried the sedan chair also widened their eyes one by one, their eyes almost didn't fall off, and their mouths were even more open enough to fit an egg.

Miao Yi didn't think about it so much, he was purely angry with this troublesome woman, if it weren't for the kindness of this group of people to remind him that he had escaped a catastrophe, he really wanted to leave them alone.

He didn't seem to realize what he had done, so he directly picked up the stunned proprietress and put her on the horse.

Just as he was about to turn over and get on his horse...

"When... While... When..."

A faint pipa sound suddenly sounded in the empty temple, startling Miao Yi suddenly stopped, and quickly pulled down the proprietress who was staring at him in a daze, covered behind him, and looked around with a pair of magic speeds.

He was nervous alone, and everyone else was looking at him dumbfounded, still shocked by the image of the slap on the boss's ass before him.

Under the cold moonlight after the rain, the overgrown temple is empty and secluded, and no one can be seen, but the sound of the pipa is constantly reverberating in the whole temple, I don't know which direction it comes from, mixed with the sound of the eaves tinkling and dripping water, it is good, but who cares whether it sounds good or not.

Miao Yi didn't judge where the sound of the pipa came from, but the proprietress and the others, who gradually came to their senses, subconsciously glanced at the ancient well in the courtyard, and quickly pretended to be frightened and looked around, mainly to see what Miao Yi would do.

The sound of "Dangdang" is endless, and the throat is long, as if there is nowhere to complain about the heart.

Miao Yi raised the silver spear in his hand, pointed to the four directions and shouted: "Who is the demon, pretending to be a ghost here!" ”

A woman's sigh sounded in the sound of the lute 'hey', the plucking of the strings did not stop, and the woman's voice gently echoed in the temple: "There are friends from afar who are very happy, since they are here, why rush to leave, you might as well stay and listen to me play a song." ”

The sound of the pipa paused slightly, and Miao Yi suddenly stared at the ancient well in the courtyard, and the silver gun in his hand quickly pointed out to be on guard.

I saw a blood-red mist coming out of the ancient well, and a gray-white bead the size of a quail egg flashed out of the ancient well, floating in the middle of the courtyard with a burst of blood mist.

The blood mist quickly converged and condensed, turning into a quiet and beautiful woman with high temples.

The woman was dressed in a bridal red dress, and a white bone pipa floated in the courtyard, sitting on a wormwood plant on her knees, holding the pipa lightly and playing it by herself, and the sound of the pipa in her throat started again.

At the same time as the woman appeared, the three horses seemed to feel extreme fear, neighed uncontrollably, spread their hooves and hurried around the woman in red, and ran out of the yard. As soon as the words were spoken, when the three horses passed by the two ponds by the gate of the courtyard, several pairs of fierce hands suddenly stretched out from the ponds, grabbed their hooves, and dragged them all into the pond in an instant.

The horses in the pond tumbled and neighed, stirring the pond with a tumultuous sound, but soon they were pressed down by many pairs of large hands, and immediately blood continued to flood from the depths of the pond.

The frightened look on the faces of the proprietress and the others did not dissipate, and they were all trembling with fright.

Miao Yi glanced at the two ponds, but he didn't expect that the other party still had a lot of helpers, and he felt that it would be difficult to be good today.

But his surname, coupled with the fact that he has been trained by Lao Bai for so many years, is not a person who is afraid of things at all, and he shouted angrily: "You are a ghost cultivator!" We didn't come to this deserted temple to hide from the rain, and we have no grievances with you, why did you kill my mount. ”

The woman in red ignored his reprimand, but raised her head and looked at him with a desolate look in her bright eyes.

The slender ten fingers in his hand plucked the strings continuously, fitting the mournful pipa sound, and said quietly: "There is a bride in the Moshang farmer's family, asking for a son to pray for blessings and worship the Buddha, I don't want the Buddha to be all beasts, unjustly humiliated and defiled, and a wisp of the soul of the dead is sent to the water house... Since then, under the old locust tree, he has played the pipa on his sleeve, faintly lingering with residual incense, and he is sad and sad, but he has put his mind into a thousand zhong, who knows that the tears in the red face song ......"

Miao Yi was stunned, but fortunately he learned a little culture from Lao Bai, and probably understood some meaning.

The female ghost seemed to be referring to the fact that she was the new daughter-in-law of a peasant family who came to the temple to pray for her son, but she was defiled by the disciples of Buddhism and died in the well......

Thinking of this, Miao Yi couldn't help but feel a little sick, he had eaten the food cooked in this well.

The faces of the proprietress and others also changed slightly, and they also felt a little sick to their stomachs after they had also eaten the rice cooked in this well.

Everyone was disgusted, but compared to the miserable life experience of this female ghost, everyone reluctantly accepted it.

"You want us to help you get revenge?" Miao Yi tried to ask.

In the sound of the pipa, the woman in red shook her head and sighed: "I have avenged my revenge, and now I just want to find a soulmate to listen to me." ”

Miao Yi's face turned a little pale, he looked up at the sky, and said in a hurry: "Okay!" We'll listen to you here tonight, and we'll leave when it's dawn. ”

He hadn't fought with the ghost cultivator yet, so he was going to stabilize it first.

The proprietress hid behind him and made a mouth shape at his back, not knowing what she was talking about, and she had the feeling of greeting Miao Yi's mother.

"If you come, you will be safe, why rush to leave when you come, the concubine is lonely here, can't you accompany the concubine more?" The woman in red looked at Miao Yi with a look of resentment.

Miao Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "How long do you want us to stay with you?" ”

The woman in red complained: "Naturally, I hope you can accompany me for a lifetime and listen to me talk about my heartfelt feelings every night." ”

"For a lifetime?" Miao Yi asked in a deep voice.

"What? Don't want to? The face of the woman in red swelled up with grievances again, accompanied by the sound of a faint lute, looking very pitiful.

Miao Yi looked back at the few people behind him, stared at the female ghost and smiled: "It's okay, but they still have urgent matters, you might as well let them leave first, I'm here to accompany you, do you think it's okay?" The panicked expressions of the proprietress and the others flashed with surprise, they were all looking at Miao Yi, and they all heard that he wanted to drag the female ghost alone, so that they could get out smoothly, but with his cultivation, I am afraid it is difficult to predict what the consequences will be.

The proprietress looked at Miao Yi in her eyes, and finally there was no hint of banter, this kind of monk in the cultivation world is rare.