In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

On the first day of the new year, the clouds and snow finally closed in the sky over Guobei County, and the morning sun rose, shooting golden light.

The sound of firecrackers in the streets and alleys is noisy, and even the cold wind that swept seems to carry a hint of warm spring.

Completely different from the outside world, the locust tree alley is still quiet, a few birds that have left the nest slipped from the branches, slender claws jumped lightly on the cold and hard bluestone slabs, and from time to time they lowered their heads to peck at the remaining grass seeds in the cracks in the corners.

At the end of the locust tree alley, in the barren vines and grass of the Li family's ghost house, there was some whirring sound of breaking wind.

Behind the mossy wall, there were many figures, three children wearing big red cotton jackets, and the joyful children were lying on the cold artemisia and rolling, and the tiger head hat that had just been put on was skewed, revealing a half-round bald head.

After rolling for a while, his body was hot, and he heard a small scolding from not far away, so the little boy swallowed the smoke, kicked the mighty tiger head shoes, and ran in.

Behind the shadow wall of the compound, in the relatively hidden open space, several men and the old man were silent, meticulously carrying out the morning class, or riding horses, or practicing boxing, or playing with guns. The fist does not leave the hand, and martial arts are the skills they rely on for a living, and they can't leave anything behind.

Even on the way to escape, as long as I am free, I still practice diligently.

The three children ran in, and when they saw that everyone was doing the morning class, they stuck out their tongues in embarrassment, silently joined in, and honestly took up their horses.

Among their group of more than a dozen people, except for Ah Cheng, who was injured and couldn't get up, the only one who didn't move was the middle-aged scholar who was respectfully called Brother Lu.

The middle-aged scholar didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, sitting in the shadow of a wall, staring blankly at the book in his left hand. The bowl of tea he was holding in his right hand did not move at all, but he didn't know when it had cooled, and his right hand was faintly blue from the cold.

After a while, a middle-aged woman came over with a teapot, took the middle-aged scholar's tea bowl, and replaced it with steaming tea.

Feeling the movement coming from beside him, the middle-aged scholar seemed to return to his soul, rubbed his blue right hand, took the tea bowl and took a sip.

"Brother Lu, do you really want to stay here for the New Year before leaving?"

"Isn't it good to have a safe and stable New Year, you can see it, the children are very happy."

"I know you're worried about Ah Cheng's injury, but those fans in Dongchang who eat people and don't spit out bones are afraid that they will chase after them in order to get promoted and make a fortune."

"Ah Cheng's injury continues like this, he can't break five, and he can't let this irrelevant person die for us."

"When will that be?"

"Ah Cheng's internal skills are good, as long as he is properly conditioned, he should be able to get out of bed and walk in ten days and half a month."

"In this way, you don't have to wait until the Shangyuan Festival. But the pursuit of Dongchang Fanzi is like a bone appendage, if you can't wait for that time, where to hide? ”

"To the west and east of Guobei County, isn't there a deserted temple at the foot of Qinggang Peak, if you can't do it, hide there."

"Lanruo Temple? I heard that it is an inaccessible ghost temple that is inhabited by many demons and monsters. ”

"Demons and monsters are always easier for us to deal with than people."

……

Ghosts occupy people's land, and people occupy ghost nests.

Cause and effect flow endlessly.

But it was said that a group of rebellious ministers and thieves who seemed to be fugitives had entered the Li family's ghost house, and they also planned to live for a long time to develop the Li family's deserted house into a veritable ghost house.

Adhering to the principle of being a ghost with compassion, I decided to move out temporarily.

So on Chinese New Year's Eve, she waved her sleeves and floated out of the locust alley without taking away a trace of dust.

Although the cold road is slippery after nightfall, and the north wind is swishing, it can't hold back the lively heart of the people for the New Year.

The street is full of lights, everywhere is bright, the dragon and lion dances walk the streets and alleys, the sound of crackling firecrackers comes and goes, and the smoke of gunpowder is filled.

Nie Xiaoqian was far away from the crowd, looking at the prosperity of this world, but somehow, she always felt that something was staring at her secretly, and her sharp gaze was like a spear and a sword, as if she wanted to pierce her ghost body through thousands of holes.

"I'm not visible, am I ......"

Thinking that she might be discovered by some Dao master, she was shocked and couldn't help but get nervous.

The recent period has been so loose and lax that vigilance has dropped to its lowest point.

When she secretly blamed herself, she hurriedly crossed the wall in a panic, trying to escape far away and get rid of those eyes.

It's just that no matter how she escapes, how fast she escapes, those eyes are like ghosts that don't disperse, and they keep coming back.

It wasn't until she passed through a low wall and entered a small courtyard the size of a palm that those eyes disappeared.

Standing in the lonely and dilapidated courtyard, she had no heart, but her heart was beating like a drum, and she felt so thrilled that she was almost breathless.

"If you are a master of Taoism, you should catch ghosts to the end, why do you give up halfway, do you think that my female ghost is too weak, disdain to catch it, and keep it to become a powerful ghost and then clean it up? If it's not a Taoist master, then what's the matter with the gaze?"

With that in mind, she cautiously floated out the door.

The courtyard door of this small courtyard is open, and when my eyes wander, I see a pair of Spring Festival couplets pasted on the courtyard door.

Hibiscus is afraid of demons, and the jade phoenix is frightened.

Horizontal batches, no taboos.

Subconsciously, she laughed. However, when I laughed, I felt that this was not the time to laugh, so I quickly restrained my smile and turned vigilant.

Then I felt that I seemed to be too heartless, and in this dangerous situation, I could still be attracted by some boring foreign objects.

However, the ghost does seem to be heartless, and it seems that there is nothing to smile and soothe the tense nerves.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know that this couplet actually had a thrilling origin.

The owner of the courtyard is a poor scholar, who went out by chance, and was unfortunately robbed by the thieves of the Black Wind Village, because he was too poor and had no money to redeem himself, he was forced to work in the cottage to redeem himself, and was devastated by the two female demons of the cottage during the period. The two female devils, one is called Furong and the other is called Yufeng.

The poor scholar later escaped with his life and came back to write this couplet, which was used to replace the door god town house to exorcise evil spirits.

Nie Xiaoqian walked out of the courtyard gate guarded by the two female devils, and as soon as she turned around, four blazing and incomparably sharp gazes diagonally opposite her, like sharp arrows, came through and wanted to scatter herself.

She snorted, slipped her feet, and fell back into the courtyard.

This retreat instantly avoided the prying eyes again.

When she had palpitations, she remembered that the four sharp gazes just now seemed to have come from two door gods.

Incredibly, Nie Xiaoqian decided to try again.

Sure enough, the god's eyes were like electricity, and once she was exposed to the sight of the door gods, she was immediately suppressed by the eyes of the two door gods.

As the saying goes, Guan Gong fought Qin Qiong, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't have imagined it, but Qin Qiong and Wei Chigong, who were drawn on paper, could actually travel through time and space to suppress their own ghosts.

And the reason why I hid in this courtyard was because there was no door god in this courtyard. In this regard, she really had to thank Furong and Yufeng, the two female demons of Black Wind Village.

What she didn't know was that the door gods posted by every household in Guobei County were actually one of the Taoist talismans wholesaled in Laoshan.

But knowing what was going on with her gaze, Nie Xiaoqian immediately calmed down.

Although the door god contains mana, the god is as powerful as a prison, but she never thought of breaking into someone's house and killing people, no matter how strong the door god's mana is, it is also a prison, as long as she is careful to dodge, the threat to her is not great.

Then why is it okay to walk around before Chinese New Year's Eve, I think it is probably because over time, the mana attached to the door god gradually dissipated, and slowly lost the effect of the town house to drive away evil spirits.

Because the door god was guarding one side, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't leave from the front, so she went straight to the back of the small courtyard.

She passed a room with a lame table, a broken wooden bed, and a ragged scholar.

On the desktop, there is white paper and black ink, and the book is a couplet that is extremely provocative: the rat absconded because of the lack of food, and the dog slept fearfully for the poor family.

"Slim and elegant, with two sleeves and a breeze, flower fists and embroidered legs, learning is not used, and nothing can be accomplished." Nie Xiaoqian remembered a few idioms that Yan Chixia used to describe Ning Caichen in the movie, "Hmm, it seems that someone is waiting for relief." ”

The poor scholar who was huddled in the tattered quilt, worried that there would be no rice to cook on the first day of the Lunar New Year tomorrow, and who couldn't sleep, seemed to hear a woman talking in front of the bed in a trance, and sat up suddenly in fright. But the lamp oil had been used up as early as yesterday, and I could only use a pair of hungry cloudy eyes to look around the house a few times.

It is dark and not in the middle of winter, but I can only hear the begging food that sneers through the house, and where is the voice of anyone.

(This is the first update, and there will be a second update later.) ）