After Ji Shaoyu removed the dried corpses in Ning Caichen's house, Ning Caichen didn't notice it and tidied up the house comfortably. Ji Shaoyu only felt a little funny, but he heard that the demon wind was blowing outside Lanruo Temple, the wind chimes under the eaves of Lanruo Temple were ringing, and the shadows of the trees were swaying. Ji Shaoyu noticed that Yan Chixia in the main hall flew out, and he also thought of something, and followed Yan Chixia to a babbling waterfall. Sure enough, it was a step too late, and Xiahou, a disciple of Shushan in the late stage of refining and transforming the gods, was absorbed into the essence and became a dry corpse.

"Fellow Daoist!" Ji Shaoyu came to Yan Chixia's side, looked at the disheveled corpse with an ugly face around the bonfire, and called.

"Don't call me any fellow Daoist, call me Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia is an informal person, and said casually.

"Senior Brother Xiahou, you were so ambitious when you were alive, and after you died, you were just a stinky skin, so why bother?" Yan Chixia squatted down, picked up the dried corpse, sighed and said, "After all, it's a senior brother, I won't let you expose the corpse to the wilderness." ”

Ji Shaoyu knew what would be sent next, but he didn't remind Yan Chixia that Yan Chixia could still solve this little trouble.

The dried corpse smelled the smell of the living, and suddenly came to life, put his hands around Yan Chixia's neck, and opened his mouth to bite down. Yan Chixia put one hand against the neck of the dried corpse, and said angrily, "It's really dead, and you still want to fight me when you die." ”

The right hand took out a golden needle from the leather pouch on his side, and stabbed it at the forehead of the dried corpse, and in a cloud of white light, the dried corpse wailed. Yan Chixia pushed the dry corpse away with one palm, and took out a paper talisman from her body, the magic of her hands changed, and a cluster of flames ignited, Yan Chixia recited a spell in her mouth, threw the paper talisman on the dry corpse, and instantly ignited a raging fire, and the dry corpse was burned to ashes in an instant.

This is the "Fire Spirit Rune" in Shushan's "Heavenly Master Rune", but it seems that Yan Chixia also cultivates some Buddhist spells. No wonder they will betray Shushan, which is something that no Xuanmen and Buddhism sect can tolerate.

"Behind Lanruo Temple, there is a tree demon that has cultivated for thousands of years, with the cultivation of refining gods and returning to the peak of emptiness, and there is a group of beautiful female ghosts under his hands, seducing passing men for him, so that he can absorb essence. If you want to get rid of him, do it as soon as possible, so that more innocent people may die at his hands. Yan Chixia turned her back and said to Ji Shaoyu.

"That millennium dryad is just one of my goals, I can't kill him right now, I need him to lure me up to another target. Ji Shaoyu said, "What about you, why do you want to hide in this Lanruo Temple, and be willing to be a neighbor with the thousand-year-old tree demon?" Ji Shaoyu is not sure of the location of the underworld in another space, and the plot can only be used as a reference, but it cannot be fully believed.

"I was originally an enshriner sent to the Tang Empire by Shushan in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but because I was not used to seeing traitors in power, I killed many corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and I was hated by villains. Nine years ago, in the wild and desperate domain, because of an adventure, he was both a master of Xuanmen and Buddhism, and he was forced to betray his master out of desperation. Hiding in Tibet, he was also accustomed to seeing the world, and decided to live in seclusion here. Yan Chixia looked up and sighed, "The world is too complicated, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong, here, with demons and monsters, it is black and white, clear and clear......."

"It's you, at a young age, you are in the position of the elder of the Holy Extreme Sect, your cultivation is better than countless people, and you also have the bloodline of the ancient gods, you are really envious of others!" Yan Chixia couldn't help but be a little envious when she said this, but in her words, she reminded Ji Shaoyu to be careful of being coveted by villains.

Indeed, people in the world think that demons and monsters are terrible, but in fact, the most terrible thing is the human heart. Sometimes, people's methods of harming people are many times more cruel than demons and monsters......" Ji Shaoyu said quite approvingly.

"Has that scholar left?" Yan Chixia asked as she remembered Ning Caichen.

"That scholar is a Confucian disciple, and he doesn't believe that there are demons and monsters in the world, so he will definitely not leave so easily. ”

"That scholar is a man with a good heart, and it would be a pity to die here. "Yan Chixia was a jealous and hateful person in his early years, although he didn't plan to pay attention to the affairs of the world now, but he still couldn't bear to watch Ning Caichen die at the hands of those female ghosts and thousand-year-old tree demons.

"Then trouble Yan Chixia, you take care of him, if you can scare him away, it's okay, my sister and I will investigate around here." This is just an excuse for Ji Shaoyu to throw the burden of Ning Caichen to Yan Chixia.

"It's okay, I'll scare him early tomorrow morning, it's better than him dying at the hands of those female ghosts and thousand-year-old dryads. Yan Chixia nodded and responded.

At this time, a faint sound of the piano came, and the tune was like the murmuring of flowing water, and like the soft cry of a cuckoo, and the aftersound lingered, like a cloud and mist for a long time.

"Those female ghosts have come out again......" Yan Chixia said helplessly, and suddenly, she remembered Ning Caichen in Lanruo Temple, "It's not good, that scholar." ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Ji Shaoyu's reaction, he immediately ran back to Lanruo Temple. In fact, Yan Chixia is also a warm-hearted person, otherwise she would not have been merciful to Xiahou's junior brother who chased and killed him for seven years, and cared so much about the life and death of a scholar who met for the first time.

Ji Yuxuan has the Qingshuang Sword in her hand, and the Flying Thunder God Kunai that she gave her, although she has not cultivated the second stage of the Flying Thunder God, but in this forest, Ji Shaoyu can still do whatever she wants.

Ji Shaoyu walked along the sound of the piano, in the north of Lanruo Temple, there are ten miles of Ping Lake, the breeze comes slowly, the water is sparkling, and the pavilions and water pavilions are there. After a pair of stone lions, walk up along the bridge corridor by the lake, there is an octagonal pavilion covered by light veil, like blue waves and haze. The moonlight pours, the waves are sparkling, the reflection shines on the octagonal pavilion, and the three seal characters of "living in the water" are clearly visible.

Lifting the light yarn, I saw a gardenia white dress, a woman with long sleeves and a shawl, stroking the piano and singing softly, delicate and delicate, elegant and refined, such as a clear and graceful Song song. The clouds are piled with green buns, the green silk moves with the wind, the two bends are like frowning cage smoke eyebrows, a pair of eyes that seem to be sad and sad, the cheeks are condensed with new li, the nose is greasy goose fat, and the lips are full of cherry blossoms. A string was broken, the woman raised her head, and when she saw Ji Shaoyu, she seemed to be shy and covered her fingers, and looked sideways.

The beauty of a woman is a kind of ethereal dream, such as the moon in the water, the beauty of the flowers in the mirror, the beauty of the lotus in the summer, the flowing fire, the beauty of the cold plum in the winter, the snow and the flying Yao. Although she is not as good as Mo Lanlin and Ji Yuxuan, she is also dignified and elegant, charming and charming, and she is a rare and stunning beauty.

"Childe, why do you look at people like this?" Nie Xiaoqian said softly, as if she was angry.

The poignant story of the previous life, the memory is still fresh, as vivid, Ji Shaoyu didn't seem to know that she was a female ghost, and asked out loud, "Listening to the sound of the girl's piano, it seems to be a little sad, I don't know what it is, let the girl be here in the middle of the night, and be sad to play the piano?"

Maybe it was Ji Shaoyu's words that touched the chord in Nie Xiaoqian's heart. Gu Ying felt sorry for herself, and Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and responded, "I didn't expect that Gongzi is also a bosom friend." ”