Qin Hanmu first met Shangguan Miao Miao in the Ten Mile Canal in Jiangzhou, it was the height of summer, and as far as the eye could see, the pink lotus and white embankment contrasted with each other.

He looked at the young woman in a water-green dress from a distance on the white embankment, ten miles of lotus, eclipsed.

The woman seemed to feel his eager gaze and met his gaze with each other. In a panic, he looked away and hurriedly drove his horse forward.

The woman's gaze followed his back closely, until the eight cavalry cavalry following behind him also disappeared around the corner of the street, and then she hid her smile and withdrew her warm gaze.

At that moment, the ten miles of pink lotus were particularly gorgeous.

Of course she knew his identity, but she didn't see his appearance clearly, and she knew his identity.

Jiangzhou is respected by nine, the state pastor is the most respected, and daily travel can carry nine rides.

Eight cavalry, the identity is naturally second only to the state pastor. That is the well-known general in Jiangzhou - Qin Hanmu.

Previously, Shangguan Miao would hear his name almost every day, from the chatter of the merchants and vendors in the streets and alleys, from the drama of the famous singer on the stage of the teahouse, from the ballads sung by children when they were playing-

"The flag painting reflects the beacon fire, and the sword is dyed with frost. Qin has three thousand horsemen, and the iron hooves step on the wolf. ”

Shangguan Miao never imagined that such a victorious god of war who led three thousand iron horsemen and broke through the twelve barbarian counties would be so panicked under her gaze.

Shangguan Miao covered the corners of his mouth lightly, and his smiling eyes were filled with scorching lotus.

Xu is heart was full of his shadow, and she accidentally bumped into a man with a beard on his face.

She apologized repeatedly, but the man relentlessly forced her into a corner.

"If you hit a couple, you will have to pay the price." The man, with his small, dark eyes, roamed over her with lustful eyes, and said unrelentingly.

Shangguan wanted to push him away, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed his hands and slammed them against the wall.

Shangguan Miao raised his eyebrows slightly, and a bleak black mist rose between the palms of his hands that were buckled on the wall, and he was about to make a move, but suddenly heard an angry shout.

"A bold fanatic, who dares to commit murder in Jiangzhou City in broad daylight, can there be a law in his eyes?"

The strong man let go of Shangguan Miao, his eyes widened angrily, and he stared viciously at the man who was talking on horseback, and shouted coldly: "Even if it is the elder of the Vientiane Gate, it is the law." ”

Shangguan Miao also looked at the man on horseback, her eyes were very bright, like the Nine Heavens Star Sea falling, and it seemed like ten miles of lotus flowers blooming.

She quietly swept away the bleak black mist lingering in her palm, and looked at Qin Hanmu who had gone and returned with interest.

Qin Hanmu set his eyes on Shangguan Miao, but found that the other party was also looking at him, so he hurriedly looked away.

"Mortals have their own laws of mortals, and immortal cultivators also have the laws of immortal cultivators, all laws are laws, not to mention that you are just an elder, you are the head of Vientiane Gate, and in this Jiangzhou city, you also have to guard the laws of Jiangzhou." Qin Hanmu said without giving in, but his mind was full of women's eyes as bright as stars and dazzling as flowers.

"What can you do if you don't keep it?" Que Yan sneered, and once again reached for Shangguan Miao.

"Presumptuous!" Qin Hanmu shouted angrily, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the sword came out as ordered, and the eight attendants behind him also drew their respective swords in unison.

But an unexpected scene happened to Qin Hanmu, the strong man who claimed to be called Que Yan, before his hand touched the woman, he suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

The black mist between Shangguan Miao's palms disappeared silently, leaving no trace.

She winked at Qin Hanmu and said softly, "Thank you Gongzi for your help." Then he gave birth to a lotus flower, and his body passed by him like a butterfly.

She silently recited in her heart: "Three ......"

"Two ......"

"In Xia Qin Hanmu, dare to ask the girl's name." Before she could silently read the last number, Qin Hanmu had already opened her mouth to ask her name.

"Shangguan is misty." She was happy in her heart, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised proudly, but she always turned her back to him and didn't let him see it.

Shangguan Miao walked away, but Qin Hanmu's gaze seemed to take root in her, and it wasn't until Que Yan's painful moans sounded that he came back to his senses.

Qin Hanmu put away the long sword and motioned for his retinue to step forward and help Que Yan up.

The moment Que Yan got up, Qin Hanmu saw his face and couldn't help but be shocked.

The original black-red face had lost all blood color at the moment, and black mist was still spilling from the mouth, nostrils, and cochlea.

"Hell?" Qin Hanmu muttered to herself, "Such a girl with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes actually cultivates a ghost path that has been lost for many years. ”

He once again looked in the direction of Shangguan Miao's departure, where was there any trace of her, Qin Hanmu sighed lightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Qin Hanmu, Qin Hanmu, you are a mere mortal, and you are still trying to save an immortal cultivator?" ”

"General Qin, what should I do with this person?" The two sergeants put the muddled and moaning finch in front of Qin Hanmu and asked respectfully.

Qin Muhan came back to his senses and replied casually: "Hand him over to the head of the Vientiane Gate, Chen, to deal with." ”

"Hell?" Mu Yu stared at Pu Jia with a surprised expression, and asked in disbelief, "You mean, there is a ghost qi in the demon now?" ”

Pu Jia nodded solemnly, he touched the demon's forehead with the back of his hand, and asked softly, "Demon, is there any discomfort in your body?" ”

The demon felt it seriously, slowly shook his head and said, "I felt a little cold before, but now I don't feel anything." ”

"By the way, I have a ghost aura in my body, what does that mean?" The demon wondered, "What is the ghost qi?" ”

"Do you have a solution?" Mu Yu asked at the same time.

"To untie the bell, you have to tie the bell, and only by finding the owner of the ghost can you resolve it." Pu Jia's face was still solemn, "We must find that person before this ghost qi invades our hearts, or—"

"Let's go, let's go to the Vientiane Gate to find that finch and what to say, and let him dissolve this ghost qi for the demon." Mu Yu said, then took the demon's hand and prepared to take her off.

"Que Yan is not the owner of that ghost, and it is useless for you to find him." Pu Jia stopped Mu Yu.

"How do you know?" Mu Yu said eagerly.

"Vientiane Gate cultivates the Instrument Dao, not the Ghost Dao."

Mu Yu also reacted that his relationship was chaotic.

"You just said that there must be some other way, right?" Mu Yu asked.

"I have seen a record of ghost qi in the classics of Mengzezong, there is a plant called Youquan grass in Jiangzhou, which has the effect of dispelling ghosts and attracting souls. Pu Jia's eyebrows tightened, and she continued, "If I remember correctly, the Soul Bell is the treasure of the Vientiane Gate. ”