When Yan Chixia left, a cloudy wind blew suddenly.

I saw a group of women wearing flowery green skirts, singing and dancing in front of Lanruo Temple, looking at the temple, smiling and discussing.

"Sisters, that hateful bull-nosed Taoist priest has left, and finally has a chance to make a move."

"Today, there are two young people in the monastic house, one of them is a son of a family, who is very handsome, and the other is a scholar, which of you is going to try?"

"There is another scholar, who is useless and is a scholar."

The women covered their mouths and chuckled, but their beautiful eyes were glowing with coldness, in their eyes, whether it was a son of a family or a scholar, it was not a good thing.

Of course, the sons and daughters of the family who dared to come here, they also met for the first time, and while admiring his courage, they were also very curious.

As for the scholars, they have seen a lot.

In the past few decades, there have been many scholars who have come to Lanruo Temple, basically with human faces and beast hearts, and in the end, all of them died in their hands.

At this time, a trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the leading woman, and she looked back at the woman in the white dress with a beautiful appearance at the back.

"Xiaoqian, why don't you try, you are under grandma, and you have made the least number of shots, but it is a good opportunity to hone you."

"Sister Qin, it's better to forget it, grandma is in retreat, and she didn't say that we should come out and harm people."

Nie Xiaoqian bit her pink lip, her beautiful eyes were full of struggle, and she pleaded, which was touching.

Nie Xiaoqian is a female ghost with extremely beautiful appearance, who only lived to the age of eighteen before her death, and was buried next to the desolate ancient temple in the north of Jinhua City, Zhejiang, and was unfortunately persecuted by the monster Millennium Tree Demon.

For this kind of thing, she couldn't bear it, but under the lewd power of the thousand-year-old tree demon, she didn't dare to disobey.

Although he has cultivated the ghost path for decades, he is just a little ghost who has just started, and compared to a powerful monster such as the Millennium Dryad, the gap is not half a star.

"Nie Xiaoqian, they trespassed into grandma's territory without permission, and they died innocently, do you dare to be disrespectful to grandma?"

Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian's delicate body trembled, she naturally knew that the latter was deliberately making things difficult for her, thinking of the terrible tree spirit grandmother, she had to step forward.

"Who else would want to go?"

As soon as the words fell, one of the women in the green dress walked out, the woman was small and exquisite, with a soft appearance, and at first glance she was a woman from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Fluttershy is willing to go with Sister Qian."

After that, the two women glanced at each other, and their figures disappeared strangely, and in the blink of an eye, they had appeared at the door of the temple's monk's house.

Fluttershy looked at the lit monk's house, looked at Nie Xiaoqian, and said with a smile, "Sister Xiaoqian, which one do you choose?" ”

Probably having a good impression of Fluttershy, Nie Xiaoqian said, "I'll deal with that kid of the family, and you go to deal with the scholar, this kind of nerd is easier to deal with." ”

"Sister Xiaoqian, you have to be careful, and when necessary, don't show mercy to your subordinates."

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At this time, the ever-bright lamp illuminated the monk's house very brightly, and Mu Qingxiao sat quietly on the wooden board, like an old monk in meditation.

"Knock-"

At this moment, a low knock sounded on the door, Mu Qingxiao frowned, and slowly opened his starry eyes, and the essence in it flashed.

"Who?"

"The little woman is the maid of Yan Daochang, and when she saw that her son didn't sleep late at night, she specially sent some wine, fruit and meat to her son."

Outside the door, a crisp and tactful woman's voice sounded, like a yellow bird singing, very pleasant.

Hearing this, the corners of Mu Qingxiao's eyes twitched fiercely, it was the first time he had heard that the Bull-nosed Taoist priest would take a girl by his side, it was really a long experience.

If Yan Chixia hears it, I don't know if the seven orifices of anger will bleed to death.

If he is really a child of the family, I am afraid that he will believe it, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth are holding a trace of an inexplicable smile: "There is Miss Lao, the door is not closed, please come in." ”

"Crunch—"

As soon as the words fell, the wooden door was pushed open, and a woman wearing a white skirt and a white silk tie around her waist walked in.

The woman's appearance is stunning, her steps are light, the green silk is pulled high, there is a silver hairpin inserted on it, her black hair is like a waterfall reaching her waist, and she is walking with lotus steps.

Seeing Mu Qingxiao staring at herself, Nie Xiaoqian pretended to be shy and covered her pretty face.

After looking at Nie Xiaoqian for a long time, Mu Qingxiao withdrew his gaze, this was not the first time he had seen a female ghost.

At the beginning, when he was in the ancient sword and strange Tan plane, he also met the female ghost Ye Agarwood in Zixian Villa, which was indeed no different from ordinary women, and had a cold temperament.

When Mu Qingxiao looked at Nie Xiaoqian, Nie Xiaoqian was also looking at him, and said secretly: "It's really as the sisters said, this son is so handsome." ”

"What do you call Miss?"

"The little girl's surname is Nie, her name is Xiaoqian, and the son can call me Xiaoqian."

Listening to Mu Qingxiao's inquiry, Nie Xiaoqian didn't hide her name, anyway, after tonight, the young man in front of him either turned into a pile of dry bones, or had nothing to do with it.

However, she doesn't believe that any man will be indifferent to his stunning appearance.

With that, he turned and closed the wooden door of the monk's house, holding a tray in his hand, in which were a few delicate side dishes and a pot of fine wine.

Of course, how could such a low-level illusion be able to entice him, in Mu Qingxiao's opinion, whether it was a side dish or a fine wine, it was just a few pieces of gravel.

Placing the tray in front of Mu Qingxiao, Nie Xiaoqian looked at Mu Qingxiao seriously.

The young man in front of him was dressed in a white shirt, spotless, and his skin was like jade, which made all women in the world jealous, and he was pampered at first glance.

The black hair is scattered behind him, his face is like a crown of jade, he is sitting cross-legged on the wooden board, his demeanor and tone are noble, and it seems that his family background is not small.

Nie Xiaoqian was born in the capital when she was young, and she has the temperament of a lady, but in front of her, she is like a firefly and a bright moon.

With such a noble posture, it would be a pity to die.

But the skin is good, after all, he is a mortal, if he really moves his mind that he shouldn't move, he can only be buried here as a pile of dry bones.

"Childe doesn't eat it?"

Placing the tray in front of her, Nie Xiaoqian walked to Mu Qingxiao's side, her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she could vaguely smell a strange fragrance on him.

Mu Qingxiao looked down at the few stones in front of her, and really couldn't bear to expose her: "I was full in the town before, and I can't eat it for the time being." ”

"It's a long night, since the son doesn't eat, why don't you let Xiaoqian serve you and go to bed?"

As he spoke, Nie Xiaoqian's delicate body had already leaned up, and the lotus-like jade arm was around his neck, his head hung down, and he exhaled like an orchid.

The pink lips opened lightly, and the fragrance came to his face, which made Mu Qingxiao's nose a little itchy, and he looked at the beauty in his arms, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feeling the soft touch in his arms, Mu Qingxiao said with a ghostly expression: "Is this really good?" Aren't you the maid of Yan Daochang? ”

Speaking of which, he has a lot of wives, but he really hasn't touched the ghost, and he doesn't know what it feels like, which suddenly fills his heart with the desire to explore. Hope.

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(End of chapter)