Although I was a little surprised in my heart, it was pouring rain outside, and it was normal for someone to come to spend the night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Cui Hongjian built a family with four walls, but he was a warm-hearted person, so he went to open the door immediately.

"It's so cold, it's so cold!" As soon as the door opened, an old man with a white beard stumbled in.

This white-bearded old man, who looked seventy or eighty years old, didn't know if he was frozen, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Seeing that the person who came was very old, Cui Hongjian hurriedly stepped forward to help.

This time, as soon as he held the old man's hand, Cui Hongjian shuddered. I only felt that what I was touching was not my hands, but the cold ice in December, and the cold was simply penetrating my heart.

"Uncle, your hands are so cold, it's like touching ice!" Cui Hongjian was mortal with the naked eye, but he just felt that the old man's hands were cold and scary, but he didn't think much about other aspects.

The white-bearded old man standing outside the door nodded with a smile when he heard this, and his eyes couldn't stop looking inside: "Housheng, there are still people inside?" ”

"There are two sleepers, but you don't have to worry about them, uncle, let's drink a cup of hot water first."

Cui Hongjian held the old man's hand, and he didn't notice it at all, and the old man's eyes had a strange green.

The two of them both approached the house, and under the gaze of Wu Ming and Yan Chixia's apprentices, Cui Hongjian poured a cup of hot water for the old man, and covered his own quilt on each other.

After doing all this, Cui Hongjian remembered that he hadn't introduced each other yet, and couldn't help but say: "It's fate that everyone can get together today." My name is Cui Hongjian, what are the names of the three of you? ”

Silence, none of the three people in the room spoke, but looked at each other.

After a while, Wu Ming retracted his gaze and said, "My name is Wu Ming..."

"Nameless!"

Cui Hongjian recited twice, nodded and said, "Those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements." Those who are good doctors have no brilliant name! Nameless, good name, really good name! ”

"Wrong, it's Koutian Wu, the sun and the moon are bright." Wu Ming explained, which made Cui Hongjian, who had misunderstood, somewhat embarrassed.

With a flash of embarrassment, Cui Hongjian turned his head to look at Yan Chixia's apprentice and asked, "This old man, what is your name?" ”

"I was raised by my master, and my master calls me Shi'er, so you can just call me Yan Shi."

Yan Shi is Yan Chixia's apprentice, and Yan Chixia has been bohemian all her life, and this kind of thing is of course simple and simple.

However, Wu Ming, who has watched the movie and the original book, knows that this Yan Shi is not simple.

Those who have seen A Chinese Ghost Story must remember that in Lanruo Temple, the Xiahou swordsman who competed with Yan Chixia for the first place in the world. And this Yan Shi is actually the son of Xiahou Swordsman, who was adopted and raised by Yan Chixia after being abandoned by Xiahou Swordsman.

"Yan Shi, is your master's name Yan Chixia?" Wu Mingzheng was worried that he had no chance, so he made friends with Yan Shi, so he asked.

"yes, how do you know?" Yan Shi was very strange, his master had lived in seclusion for many years, but he didn't expect to be recognized.

Hearing Yan Shi's words, Wu Ming smiled and said: "Yan Daxia is the number one swordsman in the world, I just know that Yan Daxia is living in seclusion in Wumenju and wants to come to visit." So, when I heard you say that your surname is Yan and you are still carrying a weapon behind your back, I asked tentatively. ”

"That's it!" Yan Shi seemed very happy, others admitted that his master was amazing, and he also had a bright face as an apprentice.

At that moment, Yan Shi's good impression of Wu Ming increased a lot, and the smile on his face was so beautiful that he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

"Uncle, are you sick, I see that your face is a little blue?"

Without waiting for Wu Ming to have a relationship with Yan Shila, Cui Hongjian, who was on the side, stood up in a panic.

Wu Ming and Yan Shi raised their eyes and found that the old man's face was blue with iron, and his mouth was constantly rubbing something like eating.

Seeing this, Wu Mingzhi didn't care, but Yan Shi grabbed Cui Hongjian's hand and shook his head at Cui Hongjian: "Don't go over, this old man is afraid..."

"I'm afraid of something, the old man looks sick, let's go over and take a look!"

Cui Hongjian broke free of Yan Shi's hand, walked in front of the white-bearded old man, and reached out to touch the old man's forehead.

In the next second, the old man who was trembling suddenly opened his mouth and bit the outstretched arm at the moment when Cui Hongjian stretched out his hand.

Click...

The old man took a bite into the air, but it was Yan Shi who pushed Cui Hongjian aside at the critical moment.

Cui Hongjian fell to the ground with an "oops", raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Yan Shi holding an iron axe, chopping melons and vegetables and sweeping towards the old man.

"Brother Yan, are you crazy?" Seeing Yan Shi slashing people with an axe, Cui Hongjian's face turned white with fright, and he got up and was about to go over to stop it.

In the next second, without waiting for Cui Hongjian to really rush up, the motionless white-bearded old man rushed onto the beam of the house with a "whoosh".

Seeing this scene, Cui Hongjian was dumbfounded, looked at where the old man was originally sitting, and then looked at the beam of his house.

If he remembered correctly, the beams of his house were more than three meters high from the ground.

At such a height, even a monkey can't go up, how did this old man go up.

"Bold old ghost, you don't practice in the mountains, but you came to harm the world, I really left you today!" Yan Shi's words answered Cui Hongjian's suspicions, and also made Wu Ming nod secretly.

When this old man didn't enter the door, Wu Ming's warning magic outside sent him an alarm.

If Yan Shi is like a burning furnace under the detection of magic, then this old man is ten thousand years of ice, much more powerful than the purple-clothed female ghost that Wu Ming encountered before.

"Scholar, stand by my side." Wu Ming spoke slowly, asking Cui Hongjian to hide by his side to avoid being affected by the fighting methods of the two.

Cui Hongjian nodded again and again when he heard this, among the three people present, he was alone and powerless, so it was better to hide as far away as possible.

Standing beside Wu Ming, a blue enchantment shrouded the two of them.

The white-bearded old ghost on the beam of the house first looked at Wu Ming's enchantment, and then at Yan Shi who was holding an iron axe, and the expression on his face changed and changed.

After a moment's hesitation, the old ghost changed a smile on his face and said, "The water has washed the Dragon King Temple, and since there are two masters present, the little old man will take his leave." ”

"Where to go!"

Without waiting for the old ghost to leave, Yan Shi, who was standing below, flew out with the iron axe in his hand.

The axe that flew out, with a cold light, took the old ghost's head.

The old man had a mockery on his face, and his white hair was like a whip that flew down his head.

Syllable...

With a soft sound, the snow-white hair struck the axe, and the axe snapped back.

Taking this opportunity, Yan picked up a jump, grabbed the axe in mid-air, and casually split Huashan.

... Bang...

With the sound of thunder, the axe did not slash at the old ghost's body, but slashed at the beams of the house.

In an instant, the beam of the house that was struck by the axe made a creaking sound and shook significantly.

"My house!"

Cui Hongjian exclaimed, and then only felt that the scenery in front of him flickered, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing outside.

Two seconds later, the crumbling thatched house collapsed under Cui Hongjian's gaze.

The house fell and was not finished, only two figures were seen, rising from the collapsed house, it was Yan Shi and the white-headed old ghost.

"The mountains don't turn around, the little old man has said goodbye..."The white-headed old ghost laughed, and with the help of the storm outside, he flew towards the depths of the mountains in the distance.

"Let's go, can you go?"

Seeing the white-headed old ghost fly away, Yan Shi's face flashed with three cold colors, and he took out a piece of rune paper from his pocket: "Thunder!" ”

With a shout, Yan picked up the rune paper in his hand and burned quickly.

In the next second, there was a "boom" in the sky, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, knocking the bald old ghost into a fireball.