Regarding the arrival of Nie Xiaoqian, Wang Lin and Ning Wentian, Ning Caichen, the protagonist of the original book, was a little surprised at first, but he couldn't see that Nie Xiaoqian was a ghost with the naked eye, and Wang Lin, who was silent, looked like a deaf and dumb beggar.

Ning Wentian was a little weird with the coffin on his back, but he was only cold and didn't show any malice, so after some conversation, he, an optimistic poor scholar, quickly calmed down.

After learning that the three of them came to Lanruo Temple to explore the ancient world, he was also happy to invite a few people to stay and explore slowly.

"Miss Nie, Brother Wang, Brother Ning, please water."

Ning Caichen, as the first "guest" of Lanruo Temple, wanted to incarnate as the host to greet Nie Xiaoqian, but after scratching his head and turning around, he found that he had a lot of things.

On the low table, next to the bed, in addition to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there are a base of books. And in the past few months, because I haven't received the account, I have no money to go back, so I stay here, and in addition to reading and writing every day, I write poems and lyrics. But as the old saying goes, poetry is full of cases, but it can't be used for a penny, a bowl of rice to eat, and a piece of cloth to cover your body.

None of these things could be taken out to greet guests, and in the end he had to boil a large pot of water.

Fortunately, water is more expensive than rice in these years of drought, and greeting guests with a bowl of steaming sweet boiling water will only be a luxury, not a shabby.

No, a big pot of water, each person has a bowl and leftovers, which can be used to burn your feet, and then in this big winter, you can sleep well while your feet are hot.

As for whether you will wake up in the middle of the night, it depends on your personal creation.

I slept deep enough that I couldn't wake up no matter how cold I was. If you sleep lightly, you can't help it.

He was the one who slept lightly, and he had to be woken up every night by the cold. After waking up from the cold, I couldn't sleep, so I could only shake my weak body in the cold wind, read aloud, or chant a few crooked poems to entertain myself.

The country is general. The mouth of the well is black and holey, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen.

For example, Tang Zhang Dayou's "Yongxue" is his favorite poem.

Of course, I don't know if "Yongxue" was sung too much by him, so that there was a celestial induction, and in the middle of the night yesterday, snowflakes fell from the sky that had not rained for a long time.

The days of wind and snow were undoubtedly more difficult, and Ning Caichen decided not to sing snow again in the days to come.

Ning Caichen warmly greeted him with water instead of tea, and Wang Lin and Ning Wentian, who had walked a long way. has already **, picked up the bowl and drank it dry in one sip, quite the heroic spirit of Liangshan heroes drinking in a big bowl, which made Ning Caichen feel relieved, and he was also impressed by the two of them.

Such an informal man was something he admired, so he quickly added another bowl to the two of them.

But Nie Xiaoqian's dripping water did not stick, which made him very uneasy in addition to being lost.

After the drought, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Nie Xiaoqian wore skirts and hairpins. The image of a woman from a poor family is revealed. But in Ning Caichen's eyes, Nie Xiaoqian, who has always maintained a clean and refreshing attitude, has a good demeanor in every gesture. At first glance, it is the ladies who come out of the scholarly door.

His dilapidated attics, which leaked everywhere, were all shining with the glorious fluff.

Such an extraordinary woman first spoke to herself very kindly, and then she was impatient. He even disdained to drink the hot soup he had worked so hard to cook, which was voluntary, first raised and then suppressed. He has all kinds of tastes in his heart.

Nie Xiaoqian was thinking about where the old witch and the female ghost had gone, where would she know Ning Caichen's careful thoughts.

What's more, even if she has the magical powers of his heart and knows Ning Caichen's thoughts, she will only laugh it off, which is too insignificant.

What made Ning Caichen even more frustrated and uneasy was that Nie Xiaoqian suddenly seemed to have lost her patience, stood up, and said, "I'll go out for a walk." ”

The firewood was blazing, crackling and popping from time to time, and the attic was filled with a warm smell compared to the cold outside where you couldn't see your fingers.

Hearing Nie Xiaoqian's words, Ning Caichen thought that he had heard it wrong, and was stunned for a moment before reacting, and hurriedly said: "It's already dark, the temple is complicated, is Miss Nie waiting a little?" ”

"Ning Gongzi doesn't have to worry, I'll go back when I go." Nie Xiaoqian replied, and then said to Wang Lin and Ning Wentian, who also stood up, although they didn't speak, but obviously wanted to go with them, "You too, just wait here." ”

She had always said the same, and as soon as her voice fell, she disappeared into the attic in a flash, silently, without even the shadow of the candle flickering.

Ning Caichen only felt that the white shadow in front of him flickered, and when he looked at it again, Nie Xiaoqian's figure was gone. He almost couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed them vigorously, staring at the closed doors and windows that had never been opened, like the second monk was confused.

After a while, he whispered, "Nie, Miss Nie, is she going out?" ”

Ning Caichen didn't get an answer, because of a click, the doors and windows suddenly opened, and then Wang Lin and Ning Wentian also disappeared.

It was like a cold wind scraping a steel knife, passing through the door and window, and suddenly poured in, and Ning Caichen, who was as cold as a chicken, clucked and fought with dozens of teeth in two rows up and down his mouth.

"It's so cold!"

He hugged his arms, which were so cold that he couldn't help but shake, and struggled to close the doors and windows.

The doors and windows were closed, and looking back at the lights swaying by the residual wind, and the attic that had suddenly become empty, Ning Caichen walked over, took out a lantern from the bed, and lit it.

Standing at the door, Ning Caichen, who still felt the strong wind in the sheets, rushed into the dark night with a lantern and gritted his teeth.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know that the three big men also ran out after she walked through the wall.

She quickly searched every corner of Lanruo Temple, and found nothing, so she turned to the Spiritualist Gang.

However, the Soul Gang is only left with clumps of weeds, occasional tombstones, and one grave pile after another with no end in sight.

This demon cave and ghost cave that used to be Ru Mao drinking blood and the lives of bad people, although it is still eerie and demonic, but the ghosts are gone, and the demons are gone.

And this explains why Ning Caichen, such a powerless scholar, can live in the temple for months.

Regarding the sudden disappearance of demons and monsters, Nie Xiaoqian only got a few words from Wang Lin.

The real reason for the disappearance, Wang Lin is not clear. On the second day after Nie Xiaoqian left Lanruo Temple, he also left with the little monk Ji Zongbu and others. Later, the Wang family had an accident, and he never set foot on this land again.

Floating past the ruins of her own grave, Nie Xiaoqian looked up into the distance.

On the side of Lanruo Temple, the firelight is dotted, converging into a fire dragon, which is winding up. (To be continued.) )