Destined for people......

The cold sweat that Ning Caichen had just stopped began to flow again.

However, after all, he was a scholar and polite, so he still responded with an embarrassed smile: "Boss, why are you here?" ”

"Brother Tai, don't you know, although my family has been a businessman for generations, I have always considered myself a craftsman, and my pursuit of craftsmanship to the extreme has never stopped." Qi Zihuan enthusiastically led Ning Caichen into the temple, and his mouth gushed endlessly, "So I come to this Lanruo Temple to live for a while before and after the Bon Festival every year, just to understand and experience, in order to make better works." After all, this is the only place within a 100-mile radius that is notoriously haunted. ”

Ning Caichen's face froze, and he looked around, as if he also felt that there was a cold aura everywhere in this dilapidated temple.

"Zi is silent, and the strange force is confused." He hurriedly straightened up.

In fact, Confucius also believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, he just advocated that we should worship ghosts and gods and stay away, and not gossip about ghosts and gods.

Qi Zihuan smiled and said, "It's me who is arguing in vain, discussing."

"But boss, what kind of craftsmanship did you just say? Why do you have to come here for an epiphany? Ning Caichen couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Zhang Ziheng, and everyone else calls me Paper Man Zhang. The so-called craftsmanship is just a paper tie person, and the last way is just a small way. ”

I have to say that Qi Zihuan is obsessed with the name of the paper man Zhang, just like some people have to name themselves "Bloody Hands and People Slaughter".

Ning Caichen was picking a corner of the room to clean up, and he was speechless when he heard this.

In these years, is even a paper-binding person so self-motivated?

Also epiphany......

However, out of courtesy, he still exchanged names with Qi Zihuan and said a few polite words.

Who would have thought that Qi Zihuan really climbed along the pole, took out a small paper figure from his arms and handed it to him.

"Now, this is a clumsy work, a little gadget that I just made in the past two days."

Ning Caichen took it and took a look, although this little paper figure had no face, its posture was realistic, and the joints of its limbs were extremely flexible.

couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Sure enough, you are the champion in the industry, Brother Zhang, your skills are comparable to Lu Ban." ”

"I'm ashamed, if you like this little paper figure, I'll give it to you." Qi Zihuan was a little proud on his face, "But speaking of Lu Ban, I also have a lot of experience with puppets, and I'll make another one for you to see when I catch up with Ming'er." ”

Although Ning Caichen felt that it was a little strange to receive a paper figure as a gift, he really felt that this little thing was exquisitely made, so after thinking about it, he put it in his bookcase.

In the wild forest deserted temple, the candlelight was flickering, and in the idle talk of having a match, the two men also began to get acquainted.

Ning Caichen began to narrate that he took over a debt collection job in order to make up enough money to go to Beijing to catch the exam next year, but today all the accounts were wet and blurred due to heavy rain on the road, and now the merchants who owe debts refuse to admit their accounts and are distressed.

"It is only natural to repay debts. Brother Ning, in fact, sometimes we can take some extraordinary measures for the sake of a righteous result. For example, can you redo an account ......" Qi Zihuan was calculating the time in his heart, and casually came up with a bad idea.

Ning Caichen is not a pedantic person, his eyes lit up after hearing this, and he immediately turned out his pen and ink and prepared to start work.

Qi Zihuan saw that he was concentrating on making counterfeits, and he didn't bother, so he found an excuse to come out of the temple and went straight to the stream west of Yelin.

He's going to see another beautiful face.

……

The mountain stream is cold.

Xiahou lit a bonfire by the stream, hastily ate some dry food, and was treating the wound on his left arm.

The wound was deep, the musculature turned outward, and the blood had stained the entire arm.

His parents died when he was a child, and he learned the sword from a small sect, and he has been obsessed with kendo for so many years, constantly practicing hard, and finally formed his own set of swordsmanship.

Seven years ago, he came out of the mountains and defeated fifteen famous swordsmen in a row with one person and one sword, and since then he has become famous.

Later, on a whim, he killed a group of thieves entrenched on the chessboard mountain, and met Yan Chixia, the head catcher who was ordered to investigate the case at that time, and lost by a narrow margin after a battle.

After that, no matter where Yan Chixia was, Xiahou would find him every year to fight again.

Fought for seven years and lost for seven years.

This year is no different.

Xia Hou didn't feel too depressed in his heart, but calmed down and pondered the gains and losses of the battle just now.

In the end, he had to admit that after Yan Chixia let go of all the fetters of the temples and rivers and lakes, a brilliant sword was even more integrated.

Just as he was frowning and pondering, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound from the stream.

When I turned my head, I saw a woman in white bathing in the stream. Although the clothes were not removed, the wet clothes were close to the body, revealing the graceful curves of the upper body.

The woman buried her head in the water, and after a moment raised it again, three thousand green silk threw out a puff of crystal water droplets.

Xia Hou finally saw the woman's face clearly.

Extremely beautiful!

Xia Hou looked at it twice, only to feel that a ball of heat came out of his chest, circulating all over his body, ready to move.

The two were not far away, and he had a bonfire burning here, and he was very eye-catching. This woman dared to bathe in front of him in the middle of the night, and it was not a good family to think of it.

In addition, he is a person who has no moral constraints, and he acts and speaks with his own heart, both good and evil.

So he swept up, took her into his arms at the woman's exclamation, and swept back to shore.

The bonfire was crackling, and the woman below was only slightly panicked, and more eyes were wandering, wanting to refuse and welcome.

Maybe it's because she just took a cold shower, and the woman's body is cold, without a trace of warmth.

But this coldness couldn't resist the fire in Xiahou's heart. Looking at the snow-white skin exposed under her messy clothes, Xia Hou couldn't hold it anymore, and buried his head and kissed it.

A gentle warbler's cry.

The woman also seemed to be moved, hugged Xia Hou tightly, and a pair of well-proportioned calves crossed his waist.

The crystal clear bare feet wear a string of bells that jingle and jingle.

Xiahou didn't realize it, but licked the water droplets on the woman's neck hungrily.

The wind blows in the dense forest, blowing the fallen leaves all over the sky.

A withered vine the size of a small arm scurried out of the forest like a giant serpent clinging to the ground.

The woman's face was pale, and she pushed Xia Hou away hard, rolled and jumped again, and disappeared.

Xia Hou only discovered the abnormality at this time, and was about to lean out and draw his sword from the bag not far away to defend against the enemy, but the vine was extremely fast, and it was about to attack him.

It's too late.

Suddenly, two small figures appeared on the ground, one leaped, and two paper knives cut the vines.

No one paid attention just now.

Under the withered yellow leaves in one place, there are still two rescuers buried.

Two little paper figures.