The fog droplets outside Yizhuang are like rain, and the wind is blowing.

The ghosts in Yizhuang are full of ghosts, the torches are swaying, and the wind is hunting.

There was an old man in the courtyard, and the blood flowing from the old man's body had solidified, and a faint smell of blood entered his nose.

A mere Yizhuang night watchman was not enough to attract Jun Haoran's attention, and the people standing there in the row of nine black gauze hoods on the left side of the courtyard were the ones who slowed down his pace.

Although these nine people did not wear any blades, they could not feel the breath from those nine people, and Jun Haoran was jealous.

Wang's Yizhuang is built very spacious and spacious, and the front hall is the front hall after the courtyard, and the front hall is generally used to deal with all kinds of white things, corpse coffins and other things, and is parked in the back hall.

At this time, the front hall was brightly lit, the soul flags were fluttering, and the money was all over the ground.

Jun Haoran entered the front hall, and saw that the two rows of chairs on the left and right were full of people, he glanced around, and the people he knew here were also in official positions, including Kong Rongzhi of thousands of households, the four stall heads, and Zuo Zixiong of the hundred households who had just opened the door for him.

He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and waved at them: "Kong Qianhu, Zuo Baihu, a few stall heads." ”

As for the other people in the hall, they are just some reckless, maybe they are strong in martial arts, and they may have quite a status, but they are not enough to make him bend over.

"Sit."

Kong Rongzhi pointed to the chair at the end and motioned for Jun Haoran to sit down.

Jun Haoran's ass had just touched the chair, and someone said sadly: "Who is here?" ”

Jun Haoran raised his eyes and saw Kong Qianhu's first old Taoist priest with a thin body and a dark gaze.

The bull's nose is old, and the nostrils are facing the sky, but it is also worthy of the name, Jun Haoran was cold in his heart and shook his head.

The others were silent, and Zuo Zixiong of the hundred households opened his mouth when he saw this: "This is Jun Haoran, who walked around under Gongzi a few days ago. ”

"It turns out that you are the poisonous scholar Jun Haoran, and it is better to be famous than to meet." The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Jun Haoran, and said, "Poor Dao really wants to know how poisonous a scholar like you is, and whether he can compare to my children who are not yet in the climate." ”

When the old Taoist priest mentioned the word "child", including Kong Rongzhi of Qianhu, except for Jun Haoran, everyone in the hall changed their faces.

Jun Haoran carefully observed the details, knowing that there must be something strange in it, but he asked quietly: "Contemptible Jun Haoran, the poisonous scholar dare not be the three words, and he has not yet asked the Taoist chief for his surname?" ”

The old Taoist priest replied with a smile: "Poor Dao Xuanyin." ”

"Xuan Dao Chang is a master of the Tianyi Sect." Kong Rongzhi glanced at Jun Haoran, explained, and then said meaningfully, "This time I went into the Black Wind Forest to find the son, regardless of faction, everyone must work together." If anyone dares to make a small calculation in private, Ben Qianhu knows you, but Ben Qianhu's knife doesn't know you. ”

As soon as Kong Rongzhi's words came out, whether it was Zuo Zixiong and other people with official positions, or Xuan Yinzi, or Jun Haoran and other people in the rivers and lakes, they stood up one by one and expressed their hearts in the same boat.

Although Kong Rongzhi knew in his heart that it was impossible for these unruly people in the rivers and lakes to be without suspicions, he was confident that his officials were high and powerful, and he was very sure that he could suppress the scene, and he only needed a little coercion and temptation at that time, and he was not afraid that they would not do their best.

Once the power is in hand, the order will be made.

It was only when everyone sat down, and the wings of their noses moved slightly, and Xuan Yinzi suddenly asked Jun Haoran, "You came alone?" ”

Xuan Yinzi's questioning tone made Jun Haoran's heart churn with anger, but this was not the time to attack, so he still held it back and replied, "Of course." ”

Xuan Yinzi sneered when he heard this: "If it's really a person, then why did Poor Dao smell a ghost from you?" ”

"Hell?" Jun Haoran thought that Xuanyinzi would ask some questions, but he didn't lose the true character of pretending to be a ghost on the side door, and immediately found a comfortable sitting position for himself, sat like a mountain, and mocked, "Zi Bu is silent, and his power is confused." ”

"yes, you're pretty confident." Xuan Yinzi didn't seem to be angry at all, "Your ancestor can say things like silent strange power and chaos, it can be seen that there is a big problem with eyesight, you are a rotten Confucian, you can't recognize ghosts and gods, and you can't blame you, after all, it's rotten from the root." ”

Jun Haoran heard that Xuan Yinzi actually insulted the Holy Master with wild words, where was he not angry, snapped, and smashed the table next to him with a palm: "The side door with hair and horns dares to be rampant." ”

Seeing that he was about to fight if he didn't agree with each other, Kong Rongzhi snorted, and the sound of shock resounded through Yizhuang, and the beams on his head trembled faintly.

Jun Haoran, who wanted to fight with Xuan Yinzi for hundreds of rounds, glared at Xuan Yinzi fiercely, and sat down unwillingly.

"Poor Dao is joking, but the poisonous scholar is so crazy and irritable. There is a sequence of hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry, isn't it also what you Confucian characters say. Xuan Yinzi stabbed Jun Haoran twice, and then said neatly, "As the saying goes, yin and yang are separated by a layer of paper, and they will be broken when they are stabbed." In the yang world, people can't see ghosts, and your spiritual consciousness is not opened, so you can't see those unclean things, it's not strange. ”

Attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son, Jun Haoran's breath became thicker, and his finger bones crackled.

Xuanyinzi didn't see it, but just took out a small bamboo tube from the cloth bag around his waist: "This is the tears of the cow collected by the poor Dao, although you have never practiced the Dao, but as long as you wipe a drop of the tears of the cow on your eyelids, the ghost will naturally have nothing to hide." ”

Xuan Yinzi said, and he was going to demonstrate on the spot.

Kong Rongzhi, Zuo Zixiong and others have always respected ghosts and gods and stayed away, but tonight, they saw the nine "children" who taught the ghost Taoist Xuanyinzi on this day, and they were already related to the words of ghosts and gods. At this time, Xuan Yinzi took out the tears of the so-called cow that could let them see ghosts, and the credibility of Xuan Yinzi's words was a few percent more.

But Xuan Yinzi just poured out a drop of cow tears, and looked up to see the phantom flickering outside the courtyard: "Well, there is a ghost peeping at night!" ”

When he snorted coldly, he threw the small bamboo tube to Kong Rongzhi, and before everyone in the hall could react, the person had already swept out of the hospital like lightning.

"Ghosts?"

"Sword guard."

There was a loud bang, and the swords at each person's waist had been drawn.

It's just that everyone with blades in their hands tried to look around with their eyes wide open, but they only saw the flames and shadows in the Zhuangzi, and there was a little ghost shadow somewhere.

"Cow's tears, wipe them from your eyelids."

Kong Rongzhi reacted, took the lead in smearing the blue liquid in the small bamboo tube on his eyelids, handed it to Zuo Zixiong, and went down in turn.

When they all wiped the tears of the cow, they found that Xuanyinzi was no longer in Yizhuang, and they could only hear Xuanyinzi's voice coming from outside the courtyard.

"The sky is round, the nine chapters of the law, listen to my spell, and ten thousand ghosts are hidden."

The sound of the spell was gone, followed by a terrible scream that resounded through Yizhuang.

The dozen or so people in the village were all high-ranking and courageous, but when they heard this scream that tore through the night sky, a chill rose up their spines. There were even a few people who were so frightened that their throats seemed to be on fire, and they made a dry throat sound.

Outside the village, Xuanyinzi jumped in the air, hurriedly reciting the spell, his hands were raised sharply, and a yellow talisman shot out, and when he saw the wind, he grew and swung out ten thousand golden lights.

Before the talisman could pounce, Xiaoqing was so painful that he couldn't move, and he only had time to shout "Jun Gongzi save me", and was immediately beaten by the talisman and flew upside down.

Just now, she was greedy for Jun Haoran, lost her vigilance, and was drunk by Xuanyinzi when she wanted to enter Yizhuang, and knew that Xuanyinzi was not an easy person, so she wanted to escape, but she didn't expect Xuanyinzi to come so quickly, and as soon as she made a move, it was a spell talisman to restrain the body of the yin soul.

One look at the ghost knocked down the ghost, Xuan Yin Zizhi was complacent, after seeing that this ghost was still a bewitching female ghost, he had a thought, ready to completely take this female ghost for his own use, suddenly felt the yin wind cut, a silky sharp sword from behind the blazing.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Xuanyinzi was shocked, his steps were wrong, and he rushed forward several feet at a high speed between the inadmissible times, and still felt that the sword was like a bone appendage, and it was endless, and the robe was torn into the body.

Finally dodged the sword behind the back, Xuan Yinzi endured the hot back sword wound and turned around, and the ghost that seemed to him to be in the bag was gone.

"So there's another one."

When I thought of a ghost who knew the best swordsmanship, with the ability to be out of the ordinary, the ghost who secretly coveted it was close to the left, and the Xuanyin Zi who was anxious to combine the Dao of the Talismans and the Witchcraft couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

(Sure enough, the number of daily votes for Sanjiang tickets is getting smaller and smaller, which is the rhythm of giving up the title of champion of Sanjiang Hanlin Academy.) ）