Dingzhou, on the Huai River, red boats docked at the riverside, forming a unique red dock.

Red Dockyard, this is not just a land of smoke and willows, it is strictly a place name.

The Huaikou River runs through Dingzhou, and the two sides of the Huaikou River can also be called the golden waterway.

Because of the unique advantages, the merchants, wanderers, and scholars who go north and south are full of them, and all kinds of prosperity and excitement are crowded.

At a glance, an old and young man dressed in splendid Luo clothes came up and down from the boat, and among them there were many young scholars dressed as scholars.

On a small red boat, Fu Qiu, dressed in a brocade robe, laughed and lay among the flowers, uninhibited last night, and he could be regarded as having seen the smoke and dust here.

At noon, walking along the riverbank, Fu Qiu divided part of his mind in a manor, which was the gathering place of the White Lotus Sect.

A masked woman in white stood in the center of the altar, the presiding officer of this sacrifice, and everyone honored her as her envoy.

After listening to their story of sacrifice for a while, Fu Qiu felt bored and continued to walk through the downtown on the riverbank.

Suddenly, a group of people caught his attention.

This is the scene of a standard official wife traveling, a dignified and beautiful official wife, a few serving maids, and a line of entourage on the side to open the way.

This official lady made him look at it a few more times, and at the same time, what really attracted Fu Qiu was the resentment carried by this group of people.

This resentment is very turbulent, and it is very special.

If it weren't for Fu Qiu, who could be called the master of this Dao, who had studied hundreds of female ghosts, and was very clear about all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, he would never have recognized them.

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Wang fu.

Chen Yuehui closed her eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.

These days, she has been feeling restless and always has nightmares at night.

Today, I went to the temple and burned incense to make a vow, so she felt better.

"Hey!"

Standing up slowly, Chen Yuehui walked towards the inner room.

A beautiful painting hangs next to it, depicting a seductive woman, but painted by her husband.

A few days ago, she turned it out, and she was immediately shocked.

This work is worthy of her husband's proud work, and it is very rare.

"It's so lifelike!"

Appreciating the paintings, Chen Yuehui also sighed a little, the article is natural, the magic hand is even good, and the same is true for calligraphy and painting.

She once asked her husband to paint a portrait of her.

Although it is good, it is far from this one, but it is much worse than the artistic conception.

In the courtyard, Fu Qiu stared at the scene in front of him and smiled lightly.

In his eyes, this painting is a very resentful painting, with remnant soul sustenance on it.

Good looks are good-looking, but not something that mortals can have.

"Interesting? The painting skills are superb, and they can actually capture people's souls. ”

Fu Qiu's heart moved, and he blew out a breath.

Chen Yuehui in the room only felt that her eyes were dazed, and she quickly walked towards the bed, ready to sleep.

And that painting naturally appeared in Fu Qiu's hands.

After studying for a while, Fu Qiu realized that this painting was nothing special, it could hold the remnant soul, and the most important thing was the special hub of each other.

With a pinch of the spell, he instantly appeared in a dark space.

In an instant, a cloud of black qi rushed towards him with teeth and claws.

Fu Qiu laughed, twisted the magic trick, and directly trapped this black qi.

After half a ring, the black gas turned into a woman in a long purple dress, slim, and I saw pity, which immediately made his eyes light up.

Mei Sanniang also knew that she had met a master, so she hurriedly saluted respectfully: "Concubine Sanniang, I have seen Mr." ”

Fu Qiu smiled lightly: "I'm not a master, but a businessman, playing Hongchen, seeing the vulgar painting to entrust the soul, not to be detached, this is the idea." ”

"Who are you and why are you in the painting? What does it have to do with this painter? ”

Mei Sanniang's eyes were slightly red, and she quickly began to speak.

She is Mei Sanniang, a famous prostitute in Dingzhou, and a few years ago, she met the merry and talented scholar Wang Anxu.

The two met when Wang Anxu was rushing for the exam, and they promised each other for life.

After the two spent a sweet time, Wang Anxu agreed that no matter whether he was on the list or not, he would come to marry Sanniang.

At this time, Sanniang was already pregnant, and she was full of joy waiting for Wang Anxu's return, but she didn't expect that she would still be missing after October, and Sanniang went to Beijing with her son to find her husband.

However, at this time, Wang Anxu had already married Chen Yuehui, the young lady of the dynasty's big official family, in order to keep the glory and wealth.

Wang Anxu ruthlessly threw his son into the water and let Sanniang die in the fire!

He originally thought that if Sanniang was buried, he would be able to live a good life with Chen Yuehui

However, in such an encounter, Sanniang was naturally resentful, and it happened that Wang Anxu's painting skills were extraordinary, and he actually painted a vivid Sanniang, Sanniang's soul was attached to the portrait, and it began to recover over the years.

For the sake of the love and revenge of the year, Sanniang began to try her best to torture Wang Anxu and Chen Yuehui.

These days, Chen Yuehui's restlessness comes from this, and it is not difficult for spirits and ghosts.

And the paintings drawn by Wang Anxu by chance are also very interesting, a perfect fit, covering Sanniang's heels.

Even some cultivators fail to see the problem.

When Fu Qiu heard this, he first felt a little familiar, hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "You are also a poor person." ”

"I have heard that a goose was killed by a goose in the state, and the one who escaped from the net could not go, but threw himself to the ground and died, and the beasts are still like this, what about people?"

When Mei Sanniang heard this, she immediately sounded the original vow, her expression became more and more miserable, and when she thought of the ruthless person, her face turned cold.

Fu Qiu shook his head: "What are your plans?" ”

Mei Sanniang spoke: "I just want revenge." ”

Fu Qiu laughed: "I am a businessman, I pay attention to giving and giving, I will avenge you, how can you repay it?" ”

Mei Sanniang gritted her teeth: "If Mr. can fulfill Sanniang, he will be driven in the future." ”

"Good!"

Fu Qiu slapped his face and laughed: "It's fair." ”

Just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed slightly.

"It's finally here! It seems that the efficiency of the imperial court is still quite high! ”

Fu Qiu smiled lightly and looked towards the west side of the riverbank, hundreds of miles away from the manor.

The lights were bright, and the monks of the Imperial Court and the elite army surrounded the manor.

"Not good! Get out! ”

"Let's go!"

"There are traitors!"

"Kill!"

Although they were all the elites of the White Lotus Sect, they were quite powerless in the face of the monks who had been prepared by the imperial court, and they suffered heavy losses in the blink of an eye.

Only a handful were able to escape.

Through the [Psychic] technique, Fu Qiu's gaze has been focused on the white-clothed masked woman.

This man is about his layout.

With a raised hand, Mei Sanniang was included in the painting, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

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