The next morning, Zhao Yan got up very early, but this was not because he had developed a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, but because Li Zixuan woke him up early.

"Erlang, it's already dawn, let's go quickly!

With two big black circles under her eyes, Li Zixuan, who obviously didn't sleep well at all last night, said to Zhao Yan in an eager tone.

The more I thought about it, the more convinced Li Zixuan was that there was indeed an evil tree to be firmly established in Lanruo Temple, and she didn't want to stay for a moment in this place that was only a few miles away from Lanruo Temple.

"Zhao Gongzi, this, this is the manuscript of "A Chinese Ghost Story" written by Concubine Mo, in duplicate. Wanwan, who was also not in good spirits, sent a stack of story manuscripts written on paper to Zhao Yan in front of him, and then continued in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry Zhao Gongzi, I can't fully remember the plot in some places, so I ......"

Although Wanwan's meaning is a little more euphemistic, it is obvious that the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" scares her very much, otherwise she would not have been able to appear in part of the story, and she actually didn't remember the situation.

"Thank you, Wanwan! What is everyone's opinion? Do you all support leaving early?"

Zhao Yan, who took over the manuscript, first thanked Wanwan for her hard work, and then asked such a sentence.

To be honest, Zhao Yan was actually a little depressed, he thought that he could hug left and right last night, but the actual situation was that Li Zixuan and Wanwan finally lived together......

Forget it, for the sake of publishing that they are all girls, Young Master Ben endured it.

"Anyway, I don't find anyone who doesn't support it. ”

Ignoring Zhao Yan's depression, Li Zixuan replied quickly.

"Where's Sister Xinyue?"

Zhao Yan asked again. Yesterday, Sister Xinyue did not travel to Lanruo Temple with her, but went to the nearby mountains to look for herbs. I wasn't intimidated by the story of A Chinese Ghost Story.

"Sister Xinyue, she was busy feeding a few frightened little children with bezoar water. Said it could calm the nerves. ”

Li Zixuan replied casually.

This answer made the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth twitch twice, the matter of bezoar is medicine or he mentioned it to Jiang Xinyue, and then Jiang Xinyue sent someone to find two bezoars back.

So...... This is obviously taking those frightened children as a free clinical test material to test the efficacy of the bezoar, right?

But this kind of thing must be done in your heart, and it would be stupid to say it.

But then again, there are people whose situation is so serious that they need to be calmed down?

It's just a story of "A Chinese Ghost Story". Those children are all sent after being selected from the best of all families, is it really okay for them to have such a weak psychological quality?

Zhao Yan, who was thinking like this, glanced at Li Zixuan, who had dark circles, and then glanced at Wanwan, whose eyes were not so dark, and then remembered the little girl in Xiahua who slept on his bed last night.

"Okay, I'll let Chang Kaishen get ready to start the work. ”

For the sake of the mental health of all. Zhao Yan finally accepted Li Zixuan's strong recommendation.

However, before setting off, Zhao Yan sent a bald gourd baby...... cough, it was a follower who was sent to cultivate the local tyrant landlord Tian Lao into a low-grade samurai. I called for it.

"Master Tian, do you know this?"

Zhao Yan showed a manuscript of "A Chinese Ghost Story" to the fastest speed. The local tyrant landlord Tian Lao Ye who appeared in front of him.

"Yan Shao, is this ...... Paper?!"

Master Tian was pleasantly surprised. and took the opportunity to peek at the original manuscript of "A Chinese Ghost Story" with about 100 crosses.

"Yes, these are pieces of paper worth a tael of silver each. And on these pieces of paper is a story about the previous dynasty that you will definitely be interested in. ”

Zhao Yan said with a smile, put away the manuscript, and handed it to the little girl with dark circles.

To be honest, Zhao Yan was actually a little surprised, this old man Tian was well-informed enough, and he even knew about the paper that had not yet been released on a large scale.

And just like Zhao Yan said, the price he gave to the blank paper was suddenly one or two pieces of silver, as for the cost......

Oh, the son once said--a gentleman doesn't talk about profit, whoever talks about TM is a villain!

"Yan Shao, what do you mean?"

Master Tian asked cautiously, he didn't quite understand what Zhao Yan wanted to do.

"It's very simple, let's have a discussion, as long as Master Tian can defeat me, these dozen or so pieces of paper that record the complete story of the previous dynasty will all belong to you, Master Tian. ”

Zhao Yan said seductively.

Since this Master Tian has the strength of a low-grade samurai, it would be a pity not to make up the numbers and ask for defeat.

"Don't worry about Master Tian, it's just that you don't use internal strength, you can't hurt me. The reason why I want to compete is just to meet the heroes of the world, and ......"

In order to dispel Master Tian's doubts, Zhao Yan said such words again.

As a result, Master Tian, who was already in his clothes, finally mustered up the courage to fight with Zhao Yan.

Since he made a move, then the victory or defeat was all in Zhao Yan's hands, so after a while, ...... The joyful Master Tian ran back to his house with the original manuscript of "A Chinese Ghost Story" in his arms.

Ha, earned earned!

Don't think that the old man lives in the countryside, so he doesn't know that the great cause of the road has long been spread in the city, and in the story you Yan Shao tells, there is a miraculous inner strength method called Guan Thought!

Retreat!

Master, I want to go into retreat, and I want to understand this contemplation!

Master Tian, who was extremely excited, secretly thought happily while running, as if what he was carrying was not the manuscript of "A Chinese Ghost Story", but the secret of the rumored "Viewing Thoughts".

"Second Young Master, did that guy have a bad brain, or did he suddenly go crazy? You see, he has already walked into the Mu He Forest and bumped into several Mu He that are about to mature......

The little girl Xia Hua really couldn't see it, so he couldn't help but complain.

"Mu He?"

Zhao Yan felt that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere. So it's familiar.

"Yes, those are Mu He's? Second Young Master, are you ...... I don't even know Mu He, and after the fruit of Mu He is ripe, it is ground into powder, which is the broken rice that is usually eaten!"

found that Zhao Yan seemed to really don't know the way. The little girl Xia Hua explained.

"Mu He, Mu He, Mu He...... Ahh

In the Classic of Mountains and Seas, as well as in the mirror flower, this thing has been mentioned!

Genetically modified crops in the legendary era, the perfect combination of trees and rice, Mu He!

Zhao Yan muttered the word Mu He, and after thinking for a while, he finally remembered the trees with huge ears of rice growing and named Mu He according to what he saw with his own eyes and the "hint" of the little maid Xia Hua. The name is something that will make it feel familiar to him.

Zhao Yan raised his eyes and looked around, looking at the small village and the vegetable fields near the village, he saw an almost endless field of wood and grass.

Then, Zhao Yan suddenly understood that the population of the Great Cause City could be millions of people.

The people, food is the sky.

"It's really interesting, is this the world realm of the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"

Zhao Yan said such a sentence.

"Second Young Master, what did you say?

The little girl blinked her eyes full of doubt. Her little head was completely unable to understand what Zhao Yan wanted to express.

"Xia Hua, have you heard of Kunlun Mountain?"

Zhao asked.

Xia Hua shook her head violently, what is Kunlun Shao?

"What about the Queen Mother of the West, the Ten Witches of Lingshan, the Gu Shooting Fairy, the Pixiu Yingzhao, and the Qilin Phoenix?"

Zhao Yan continued to ask.

"The first three slaves haven't heard of it at all. The last four like, like, like...... Well, it's all the appearance of the legendary beasts?"

Xia Hua's eyes were already full of curiosity, because of the three names that Zhao Yan said casually. It made her feel like it must have a story.

"What about the cultivators? Xia Hua, have you ever heard of cultivators? Oh, it's the so-called immortals! Is there a sect of immortals?"

Zhao Yan asked again.

"Second Young Master, what are you talking about, aren't all immortals all loners? Immortals live in the depths of the sea for a long time, how can they run to the shore?"

Xia Hua didn't understand more and more, how could the second young master not even know this kind of thing if he could tell a Chinese ghost story that scared people to death?

"Okay, thank you for your answer Xia Hua, I think I probably understand!"

Zhao Yan wasn't pretending to understand, but he really had some enlightenment, and he felt that he had roughly understood what kind of world this world was.

So Zhao Yan looked up and looked around again, but at this moment, his eyes were already full of interest.

"Xia Hua, if you have a chance in the future, Young Master Ben will catch a phoenix for you to play with, okay?"

In the curious eyes of the little maid Xia Hua, Zhao Yan returned his gaze to Xia Hua's face.

"Hey?!" Xia Hua's eyes widened, and then she was frightened and waved her hands again and again: "Second young master, the slave maid doesn't dare to ride the phoenix, riding the divine beast will be punished by heaven, the slave maid, the slave maid would rather go to the Shanxi black coal kiln ......"

It's just a phoenix, are you so scared?

And Shanxi black coal kiln or something, how can this little girl still remember?

Zhao Yan was speechless, but looking at the little girl Xia Hua, he seemed to be really scared, so he didn't tease the little girl anymore.

Soon, the huge convoy set off again.

The weather was very nice and the sun was shining, and the boys and girls who had not dared to sleep for most of the night could finally sleep peacefully on the cradle-like swinging carriage.

Because he slept well last night and had a clearer and new understanding of this world, Zhao Yan did not take a carriage, but tried to ride a horse.

In the memory of fusion, although there is also content about horseback riding training, the half-house attribute of the IT man before the crossing seriously pulled Zhao Yan's hind legs, making him ride the horse crookedly.

With no choice, Zhao Yan could only follow his four bald gourd babies, and the guards on one side were divided into two on both sides of him, and he inadvertently showed his madness, hanging, and dragging.

All the travelers and caravans encountered along the way were intimidated by the evil young and imposing Zhao Yan, and they all got out of the way and let him ride his horse......

It's really so-called, there is no intention to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows.

Zhao Yan was very satisfied with this effect, so he rode at the head of the huge convoy, and he became more and more interested.

It's just that not all of them are weak people who are afraid of the power of evil, and after walking forward for almost thirty miles, and when Zhao Yan was finally able to barely control the docile horse, he encountered a festive procession that seemed to be going to greet his relatives.

This team of welcoming relatives is composed of 180 strong men who write "I am a bad person", "I am also a bad person", and "I am still a bad person", and the man who leads the way is like a Jianghu artist in the early years, with a thick bamboo pole with a bowl mouth as high as it is, and a banner with big red and black characters on the bamboo pole is hung on the bamboo pole.

"Liu Youming, the deputy hall master of the Tianying Hall of the Sanjiang Gang, married Miss Gao, a flower in Gaojiabao, it is difficult to find auspicious days, and it is difficult to find auspicious times, and those who go are slow to come and those who come are avoided-"

Zhao Yan's neck was sour, and he finally read out all the words on the black banner on a red background on the bamboo pole.

This is such a delay, and Zhao Yan, who collided head-on with the greeting team, looked like a troublemaker because he was still in the middle of the road.

"Well, you little white face, are you impatient, you dare to stand in the way of our Sanjiang Gang!

In the invitation team, there was a person with crooked eyes and a loud voice, trying to pose like a big man, but how could he look at the black fat man who looked like a devil translator, and jumped out and pointed at Zhao Yan is scolding.

"Let go of your mother's stinky fart, you stupid person who doesn't know whether to live or die, do you know who my young master is!"

The other party's words immediately annoyed Chang Kaishen, who was also not a good stubble. (To be continued......)

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