ps: This chapter will be written in detail, which is related to the future. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info have nothing to do tomorrow, so tomorrow is ready to be used for code words, and it can be regarded as making up for it.

The Fang family's house is not small, and the garden is also very large.

Leng Qi was a little disgusted with this kind of weather, and the gloomy night sky couldn't even distinguish the clouds. The wooden planks on the cloister crunch on it because of the age.

As soon as his spiritual eyes opened, Leng Qi chased closely towards the place where the red skirt floated to.

Beyond a pavilion are four houses with elaborate outlines, somewhat resembling the old courtyard houses of Beijing. The last touch of red is gone.

Leng Qi walked to the house, and the half-lit candle in the lantern in his hand flickered twice, spit out the last wisp of green smoke, and then extinguished.

Leng Qi was a little shocked in his heart, and subconsciously took two steps back. If it's just a ghost, it's hard to influence something in the outside world on its own. Because no matter how hard the ghost is, as long as there is no entity, it is nothing more than a stronger spiritual magnetic field, which gives people a stronger sense of terror.

A powerful ghost who can entangle hundreds of lives in a single thought may not be able to carry a bowl of water on his own.

Even at this moment, Leng Qi still didn't feel the slightest resentment or anger that a powerful ghost should have, so he was a little unsure.

But I couldn't retreat if I wanted to, because the two red lanterns under the eaves suddenly lit up, and I looked at the lanterns with holes everywhere in my hand, and then I looked at the two red lanterns that were lit up, and the new ones were as new as they had just been hung.

It can't be said to be weird, the old mansion that has gone through the years, two lanterns with red candles, Leng Qi suddenly had an illusion, the purpose of the things in this house is not Fang Xia, nor is it the developer who died in vain, this thing has been waiting for himself.

It's a ridiculous feeling.

The door opened, it was opened by itself, not even a gust of wind.

Hundreds of red dresses were spread on the ground like that, a thick layer, like a red carpet. The red hazy figure on the red dress was gone.

Everything looks normal.

In fact, Leng Qi really wanted to find someone to say a few words at this time, and he had met Nian Luo, who had become Shura, and had also seen drought and water stiffness. But I don't know how to do it at this time.

People say that the invisible is the most frightening, and the interior of the room is very simple, a round table, two chairs, and a blue mantle embroidered bed.

couldn't leave, Leng Qi stubbornly entered the house, what he didn't see was that when he took a step, the red carpet paved with red dresses under his feet disappeared, and when he walked to the table, the red skirts everywhere were nowhere to be seen.

An oil lamp on the table lit itself again, and the room was brighter.

It's strange that none of the imaginary scenes appeared. This surprised Leng Qi, who was ready to listen to ghosts crying and laughing and watching grimaces and ghosts. The hand that was tightly squeezing the two talismans couldn't help but loosen a little.

The viewing window on the right side of the room suddenly opened, and through the window, Leng Qi saw a bend of the red moon strangely.

The room was a little dazzling, and only then did Leng Qi see clearly that there were two big double happiness stickers on the two open window leaves.

"What the hell is it, leading the little Taoist master here, don't pretend to be a ghost, harm people's lives in vain, I can't spare you!" Leng Qi dropped the broken lantern in his hand and shouted around.

He was answered by the sound of another window opening.

Leng Qi was a little angry in his heart, and overturned the round table, and the oil in the oil lamp dripped, bringing a fire dragon on the ground.

His heart became heavier and heavier, Leng Qi looked at it, and finally his eyes fell on a half-open picture scroll hanging on the wall.

From the half of the painting, he can only see a half portrait of a scarf with his hair tied up, Leng Qi's history is not good, except for the dynasty that should be, he doesn't know anything else, so he can't see what dynasty the people in this half painting are dressed in.

The scroll shook suddenly, and then expanded a part of it, and this time, Leng Qi saw the whole picture of the painting clearly.

A blue-robed back, standing with his hands in his hands, seemed to be standing on a cliff at his feet, a back, Leng Qi had doubts in his heart, not for anything else, just because this back made him feel very familiar.

When he saw the other side of the painting, Leng Qi's eyeholes suddenly shrank, and at the feet of the green-robed man, a fox snuggled on the ground, and its nine tails fanned out. The painting is very simple, but it looks like the fox is alive, and the tail is automatically windless.

Leng Qi suddenly remembered the fox he met when he was an educated youth in Gong Niutun. It's like, but no, the fox only has three tails.

The Nine-Tailed Sky Fox only exists in legends, and the uncertainty about its existence even exceeds that of the Ten Hall Yamas.

The rest of the scroll unfolded again, and below it was not a picture, but a book written by a wolf like splashed ink.

The brush character is the most basic kung fu of the Taoist family, and Leng Qi naturally recognizes the words on it, which is not more than a hundred crosses, but occupies twice as much as the volume of the painting.

At the beginning of it is a line of bold and bold letters:

"The Mo master is like jade, and the gentleman is unparalleled in the world."

The ten characters are very long, and the last stroke leaves a very thick ink spot on the scroll, and it seems that the writer is a little hesitant to finish writing this sentence.

Leng Qi, the traditional classic, has read a lot under the compulsion of Old Man Liu, including the Four Books and Five Classics, but it has been a long time, and he only vaguely remembers that this sentence was written by a woman, and he has forgotten the source.

When Leng Qi thought that it should be a woman who painted this picture, he knew that he was wrong when he saw the words below.

It reads below:

My life is approaching, but I can't sleep at night, only Du Kang can help Zhou Gong. In my life, I have achieved fame and fame, and the only dream often appears in the dream of this life. When I wake up, I don't understand its meaning, but the limit is approaching, painting to find the fox for remembering, every time I look at this painting, the sorrow can not be resolved.

-- In the seventh year of Qingli, Jinling Chongyang, night. Han Yunchao.

After looking at the whole painting, Leng Qi's heart was even more puzzled, he had never heard of this person who painted, and it was not the Fang family, but this house was the real Fang family's house.

And then there is the text above, it can be seen that this is just a painting of a literati when he was rising, and it can't be related to the fact that this house is causing people to kill now, Leng Qi can't figure it out, but he can't think about it anymore.

The two red lanterns outside the house had gone out for some time, and the strange red moon outside the window was gone, and the house became dark for a moment, and Fang Xia's eager shouts came from outside.

"Leng Qi, Leng Qi brothers! Where are you? The uneasiness in his voice was undisguised.

Leng Qi went out and saw Fang Xia holding a lit table leg looking around in the corridor like a headless fly. The rain hit his face, and he felt a slight coldness.

Before he had time to ask more, Leng Qi snatched the fire stick in his hand and rushed into the house regardless of Fang Xia's puzzled gaze, the room was already covered with dense cobwebs, and the round table that had fallen to the ground was covered with a layer of dust.

The overturned oil lamps on the floor were covered in dust and the colors were indistinguishable, and a pool of dry oil stains tore out a long irregular pattern.

A picture on the wall has rotted because of the years and the humid climate in the south of the Yangtze River, leaving only a scroll hanging on the wall alone, without looking carefully, you can't see that there is a painting on the wall.

Fang Xia ran to Leng Qi as if relieved, but was hurriedly interrupted by Leng Qi before he could speak.

"Is there a painting on this wall before?"

"What painting?" Fang Xia was confused.

"Tell me everything you know about this house!"

Leng Qi felt very uncomfortable in his heart, for no reason, he suddenly remembered his master Liu Yuanqing before leaving, and said with tears in his eyes: "Qiwa, I should go, you should go too!" ”

PS: Get some sleep, wake up and continue. The line after that may be complicated, but I will try my best to write clearly and present what I am ready to write to you as it is. Of course, it may be limited by the writing, and if some things are expressed bluntly, please forgive me and bear with me.