In the evening, Shen Xiyuan personally went to ask Lingqian'er to come out for dinner, but after pushing the door in, the house was already empty.

The little boy at the door said with a shocked face: "I haven't left." ”

Shen Xiyuan chuckled in his heart: "The white beast in this mountain forest is likely to be a white beast that ran out of Ningxian Mountain, in case she encounters the owner of this group of beasts, how can she be a weak banshee?"

Shen Xiyuan flew out of the window in an instant, and the light of the Langke Sword was extremely dazzling, leaving a long trail of light in the night sky.

Ling Qian'er held the jade flute, walking leisurely on the mountain road, when she woke up, it was already dark, and she found a little Taoist priest standing at the door, so she pushed open the window and slipped away.

The night wind gusted, Ling Qian'er hugged her arms tightly, regretting that she hadn't bought a cloak in the city, and took advantage of the moonlight to speed up her pace.

After trotting for a while, he lost his strength, stroked the little jade flute, and muttered: "Little flute, little flute, why don't you turn into a sword and take me flying?"

She stopped suddenly, and a flurry of roars came from the woods, similar to the cries of wild beasts encountered during the day, as if there were soft footsteps.

The moon was obscured by clouds, and the darkness was like a wide net, and the surroundings were pitch black.

There were bursts of roaring in the ears, and I didn't know how many people there were on the other side, whether they were far or near.

Ling Qian'er hurriedly picked up the flute and put it to her mouth, and before she could make a sound, the flute was knocked out, and Ling Qian'er quickly took several steps back.

The clouds dispersed, the dark curtain was slowly pulled apart by the moonlight, and everything in front of him gradually became clear.

A woman with a disheveled hair stood in front of Lingqian'er, looking straight at her.

The face was terrifying, with a nose tilted to the left, a mouth tilted to the right, and the upper eyelid of one eye drooped downward, covering most of the eyes, and the whole face looked like a failed clay sculpture.

"Ahh

She was so frightened that she trembled, forgetting even the pain, and begging in her heart: "Don't attack the hidden poison, don't attack it......"

Sure enough, when people are in extreme fear, their behavior is sluggish, and their brains are blank.

The woman took a few steps forward, squatted down and stared at Ling Qian'er's face: "What a fragrant demon, such a beautiful face." ”

Ling Qian'er looked at the ground tremblingly, because this face was too terrifying, and she didn't dare to look at it a second time.

The woman said angrily, "Is my face terrible?"

Lingqian shook her head frantically.

The woman said: "It's okay, soon I will be able to become beautiful, become as beautiful as you, your face, your demon beads, I will accept it." ”

The cold hand slowly stretched out to Ling Qian'er's heart, and the fingertips pierced into the skin, and blood flowed out.

Lingqian'er hissed in pain, this pain came suddenly, but it was a good thing.

Ling Qian'er gradually calmed down: "Standing in front of me, I didn't even notice it, which means that she has neither a heartbeat nor a breath, that is obviously not a person, heh, isn't she just a female ghost!

Ling Qian'er suddenly raised her foot and kicked the female ghost in front of her away.

"Hmph, it's just a female ghost, what am I afraid of?" he said again, clutching his chest, "I'm still an ugly female ghost." ”

The female ghost was enraged by these words, and with a wave of her hand, she led the beast to attack together, and she shouted, "Don't let her die, don't scratch her face." ”

Ling Qian'er looked down for the jade flute, and found that it was in the dry grass on the left, so she quickly ran over. This move was seen through by the beast, and the four-legged one must have been faster than her, and as soon as the beast leaped to the flute, it slapped the jade flute into the distance with one paw.

Ling Qian'er was so angry that she stomped her feet and scolded in her heart: "These damn beasts!"

They had to fight the beasts with their bare hands, but where were their opponents? The beasts scratched wildly at Lingqian'er's body with their sharp claws.

The female ghost also used sharp nails to scratch Ling Qian'er's skin from time to time, and after a while, Ling Qian'er was physically exhausted.

The female ghost was in front, the beast was behind, Ling Qian'er bled too much, sat on the ground, and secretly regretted: "Before I left the demon world, I will die in this yellow mountain." It seems that the world is really not a good place, I might as well go directly to the South China Sea to find the black cicada, at least there is a place to stay, if this female ghost takes away my appearance...... She...... She wants my face?"

Ling Qian'er suddenly realized, quickly pulled off the hosta on her head, aimed it at her face, and threatened: "If you dare to go further, I will scratch your face." ”

The female ghost did not dare to move, and ordered the beast to stand back.

The female ghost said, "Scratch your face?"

Ling Qian'er said indifferently: "It's just a pair of skins, what is there to be reluctant to, it's better to live than to die." ”

The female ghost said: "Okay, I just want your face, if you don't scratch it, I will spare your life." ”

Ling Qian'er said, "Why should I believe you?"

The female ghost grinned, and her whole face was very disgusting: "Don't you have no other way?"

A beast suddenly jumped out from behind, the beast knocked Lingqian'er down, two paws pressed her hands, Lingqian'er couldn't move, the hosta fell in her hand, and then heard the arrogant laughter of the female ghost.

The female ghost slowly walked towards her, and Lingqian'er closed her eyes in despair.

On a tree not far away, a silver-haired woman stood, her arms crossed and she smiled crookedly, looking extremely excited about what was about to happen.

Suddenly, she smiled, as if she sensed danger, and disappeared.

The power that imprisoned Ling Qian'er vanished, and a wail followed......

Ling Qian'er slowly opened her eyes, and saw a white-clothed figure holding a flashing silver sword waving in front of her, the sword light was dazzling, like a swimming dragon walking among the beasts, and the group of animals was knocked to the ground without effort, and their breath was dying.

When the female ghost saw the comer, she stammered in fright: "Shen ...... Shen ......"

Turning to escape, Langke's sword was as fast as lightning, piercing the female ghost and nailing it firmly to the trunk of a tree.

Shen Xiyuan slowly picked up Ling Qian'er and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, can you still hear me?"

Ling Qian'er nodded.

Shen Xiyuan sat cross-legged behind her and gave her spiritual power.

Ling Qian'er asked, "I'm a demon, can you also cross my spiritual power?"

Shen Xiyuan said: "Yes, the fairy demon is just different in physique and cultivation method, and the other ......"

Ling Qian'er exhaled and said, "Stop, I hate studying and cultivating the most. ”

Shen Xiyuan was worried to death, but when he heard her say this, he couldn't hold back all of a sudden and smiled.

This warm spiritual power slowly entered Ling Qian'er's body, Ling Qian'er felt much better, and her body didn't hurt so much, Shen Xiyuan withdrew his hand, took off his coat and draped it on her body, got up and put the female ghost into the demon sealing bag.

Ling Qian'er remembered her flute, pointed to the distance and said, "My flute." ”

Shen Xiyuan walked back with the flute, handed it to her, and then gently picked her up, and Edgeworth flew back to the inn.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, you guys go out!" Lingqian'er screamed as she sat on the bed and grabbed her collar.

Cui Mian's face was embarrassed, and he persuaded: "Girl, I don't think about how to treat your injury, how to take medicine?"

"I'm fine, don't come here. After Ling Qian'er finished speaking, she threw a pillow over, Cui Mian dodged and dodged, but the little apprentice behind him didn't have time to dodge and was smashed squarely.

Shen Xiyuan couldn't wait any longer, pushed the door and broke in, and Ling Qian'er hurriedly grabbed the quilt on her body.

Cui Mian said: "Pavilion master, she refuses to take off her clothes. ”

Shen Xiyuan also knew that it was indeed inappropriate to let a female doll undress in front of a man, but this injury couldn't wait.

Shen Xiyuan hurriedly said: "Otherwise, go to the city to see which doctor has a woman in the family, and ask her to come over and help." ”

Cui Mian said to the apprentice behind him: "You go, quickly, go and return quickly." ”

The little apprentice hurriedly ran out.

Ling Qian'er felt a tingling pain in her chest, and quietly looked down, the wound on her chest was already a little black.

Cui Mian asked her, "What's the matter, girl, but the wound has turned black?"

Lingqian did not admit or deny it.

Cui Mian looked at it and persuaded: "This female ghost specializes in sucking the essence of girls, so as to make her appearance beautiful, the resentment on her fingertips is quite deep, once the wound turns black, the resentment enters the heart, and it will flow into the whole body with the blood, and I will be out of luck at that time." ”

When Shen Xiyuan heard this, he anxiously took a few steps forward, and Ling Qian'er shouted, "You are not allowed to come." ”

Shen Xiyuan immediately paused in place.

Cui Mian persuaded again: "For us doctors, patients are male and female, you better take off your clothes obediently and let me take a look." ”

Ling Qian'er shook her head desperately, dragging the quilt and refusing to let go.

Cui Mian stroked his beard, had a flash of inspiration, and said, "Girl, otherwise, you will be transformed into the original form, and I will show you, this is always okay, right?"

Ling Qian'er asked him, "Can it be healed if it turns into a flower?"

Cui Mian said: "Yes!"

Lingqian turned into a daffodil and jumped onto the table in a few steps.

Cui Mian stepped forward and examined it carefully.

The little narcissus had never been so miserable, all the scratches on his body, densely packed and countless ways, and there was another wound on the flower stem that had turned black.

Cui Mian picked up the silver needle and applied the needle to the blackened place, the black blood flowed out, and Xiaohua shook in pain.

He then applied medicine to the wound, carefully and carefully, no one was left behind, and finally wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "Don't worry, the pavilion master, they are all external injuries, and there is no worry about life." ”

Shen Xiyuan let out a long sigh.

The little disciple ran in, breathless and said, "Master, I asked all the doctors in the city, but there are no women in the family who understand medicine. ”

The daffodil turned to look at him.

The little disciple was so frightened that he sat on the ground: "Mom, this flower will move......"

Cui Mian said angrily: "What a fuss, I don't know the etiquette, hurry up and boil medicine with me." ”

Longyu then walked in, saw the scarred flowers, paused slightly, then walked to the table, put down the pastry and asked, "Can she eat like this?"

As soon as Xiaohua saw the dim sum, she hurriedly jumped off the table and became a human.

Ling Qian'er reached out and grabbed the snack to eat, completely forgetting the injury on her body.

Seeing that her hands were dirty, full of dirt and blood, Longyu brought a wet handkerchief.

Ling Qian'er didn't care about wiping her hands, and said, "I've already eaten it, what does it matter if I wipe it or not?"

Longyu grabbed her free hand and began to wipe it gently, carefully bypassing the wound on the back of her hand, and in a moment the snow-white handkerchief was dyed black and red.