"Fu Tianqiu?"

He Cheng looked up at the man in the carriage who was smiling at him, his head scratched, and he instantly remembered who it was.

An important person in A Chinese Ghost Story 2, who committed a crime and had to be escorted back to the capital to beheaded, met Ning Caichen on the road, which led to the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story 2.

Remembering the second part of A Chinese Ghost Story, I can't forget the big centipede spirit in it.

He Cheng is now in a hurry to find a thousand-year-old demon heart, Cheng Fei stiffened, and from then on he swam in the sky and in the ground.

met Fu Tianqiu by chance, and it was also regarded as sending him a letter.

With a smack of her tongue, Yahuazi "tsk" and inhaled two breaths of wind.

"Centipede spirit! I don't know which is more powerful, the corpse Buddha or the demon Buddha? ”

It's a pity that he hasn't done it now, and it's troublesome to go to the capital to find centipede spirits on other people's territory.

When the team saw that the young man in the dress was wearing and bowed his head to think, waiting for half a cup of tea, the man only picked the boat board with his fingernails, and his thin fingers were like sharp knives, "Zi" inserted into the boat board, and there was no meaning to answer.

"Hey! Do you know the Ancient Sword Villa? ”

The chariot haughty asked.

He Cheng looked up in confusion: "Didn't you say it earlier?" I don't know."

Could it be that this group is going to stay and let him drink blood? A group of corrupt officials and corrupt officials can detect the stench in the blood through the smell of the water, and if he is not hungry, he really won't take a sip.

"You!" The groom was about to come over with the whip to teach him a lesson, and the general in golden armor on the horse snatched it away.

"Excuse me, the next person is not sensible!"

The golden armor general arched his hand solemnly at He Cheng, and slapped a whip on the horseman's shoulder.

Seeing that the groom's eyes suddenly turned red, he didn't dare to respond.

On weekdays, the fox is used to the fake tiger, how has he experienced this kind of thing?

"Master Fu, let's set off to find the Ancient Sword Villa."

"Let's go!" Fu Tianqiu nodded.

The brigade walked along the river for more than 20 miles before stopping.

Listening to the slow sound of the horses' hooves, the dust flying on the dirt road stopped with the iron hooves, and Fu Tianqiu lifted the curtain of brocade.

"General, but do you see what's wrong?"

"The man on the boat is not ordinary" General Jin Jia's eyelids lifted slightly, and his lips pursed, "The wood used to make the ship is often soaked in water, which is more difficult to chop than dry firewood, but the man easily poked the ship's board with a finger, and some generals who specialize in foreign skills also don't have this ability."

"That's all?" Fu Tianqiu frowned, and running away with these alone would inevitably fall too far for him Fu Tianqiu's name.

The generals around him are all good in the army, and they can exterminate the traitorous bandits with one enemy or ten, dozens of people, but now they are afraid because of the other party's fingers?

"We traveled all the way for fourteen or five miles, and the surroundings were deserted, but there was a young boatman on the river full of dense fog, and it was better to be cautious according to the subordinates."

When soldiers march and fight, they often see some demons and monsters, but Fu Tianqiu is pampered, when have you seen these?

Hearing what General Jin Jia meant, Fu Tianqiu didn't break it, but his face was displeased.

"Let's find a place to settle down first, this place is very close to Taiyuan, let's go and rest first"

"Yes, sir!"

The water rippled, and a lonely boat burrowed into the thick fog.

Thump!

The fishtail disrupted the surface of the water, finally bringing some noise to the quiet water.

He Cheng watched the team leave, stood up and suddenly said, "Ancient Sword Villa? Where. ”

Yan Hong stood behind him for some time, and when she heard the inquiry, she immediately bowed her head and replied:

"Gujian Villa is a mountain villa in Shanxi, which is said to be the inheritance handed down by the ancient god Kuafu, and there is a legend that the dead come back to life, and the ghosts and gods are unpredictable to chase the sun. On weekdays, the villa takes it as its mission to destroy demons and monsters and protect the people around it."

"Praise the father chasing the sun?"

He Cheng looked at Montenegro, there are not only demons and monsters in this world, but also immortals, it is difficult to do.

He went too far and provoked the gods to descend to earth, and it is estimated that a few heavenly soldiers and generals can ask for his head.

"Yan Hong just learned through the surrounding ghosts that the sword god Feng Qingtian, three years ago, fought with the tree demon grandmother in the Black Mountain for three days and three nights, and almost lost one move, he is a master who shocked the world, and he has accepted three apprentices, and after being defeated by the tree demon, he has no fighting spirit, and he is already a wasted person."

"Have you ever heard of Yan Chixia?"

"Yan Chixia hasn't heard of it."

"Tsk"

He Cheng smacked his lips, "It's early?" ”

Fu Tianqiu was not taken to behead, it is estimated that Yan Chixia is still working as a head catcher somewhere.

However, the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story does not happen and he has nothing to do with him, at most two or three monsters in it can attract him.

Yan Hong stood quietly behind He Cheng, waiting for him to think.

"Looks like we're going to have to meet Grandma Dryad"

If you can't walk steadily, you have to try dangerous tricks.

Since that night, Luo Zhiqiu has followed the banshee Xiaoxue away.

The two were destined to live together as they were destined in their previous lives.

The bamboo house on the hill, during the day, there is the sound of the piano, chanting poems, painting, so unhappy.

It's monotonous at night, but it's happier to listen to.

On this day, Luo Zhiqiu, who woke up in the soft pillow of his jade arm, woke up and looked at the beauty beside him. Her face was sad, and there was a sorrow hidden between her eyebrows.

"Xiaoxue, why doesn't your face look good?"

"Don't make a sound of what you see!"

"What's wrong? Tell me, what's your problem? Luo Zhiqiu grabbed the white arm and shook it gently, the more he shook it, the more he could see Xiao Xue's eyebrows locked.

"Don't make a sound!"

Xiaoxue advised, got up from the bamboo bed, turned around and put on a white skirt, and lifted the white curtain.

The wooden door of the bamboo house slammed open, and a gust of wind slashed in like a steel knife.

The sleeves of the blowing little snow fluttered, and the black hair was flamboyant.

"Xiaoshuang, why are you here?"

The wind stopped, and the banshee Frost stopped at the door.

"Sister, you've been gone for many days!"

"I'm not feeling well, that's why"

Xiaoshuang's hand was faster, and with a wave of his hand, the wind opened the curtain and blew out Luo Zhiqiu, who was hiding in the soft blanket.

"He's human! You're a demon! I didn't expect you to really fall in love with someone! ”

"Xiaoshuang, don't tell grandma, grandma will definitely kill him when she finds out!"

"Humph!"

Outside the door, there was a cold snort like rolling thunder.

"Eat inside and out!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiaoxue suddenly saw a figure in front of her, slapped her on the chest, and flew out upside down like a cloud.

"Grandma! Beg him by, I promise you never to see him again! ”

The tree demon grandmother was angry, and was about to kill Xiaoxue and the unproductive acid scholar behind, but she was suddenly stunned.

"Okay, scholar, as long as you swear that you will never tell anyone what happened in Montenegro, I will let you live!"

Luo Zhiqiu got a chance to live, of course, and hurriedly agreed.

"Remember what you said, or I will kill you, and you will be scattered!"

After a flicker, when he came back to his senses, he found that the bamboo building, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting had all turned into white mist and dispersed, leaving only a dilapidated house with a damp and smelly smell.

"This ghost fairy suddenly visited, what did you do?"

Grandma Dryad appeared, looking at the female ghost standing in front of her, as for the little zombie behind her who exuded a stiff aura, she was not taken into account by Grandma Dryad.

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