To rescue Ning Caichen, Fang Ping and Yan Chixia found a cave to hide from the rain.

The two sat around the campfire in silence.

Yan Chixia looked preoccupied, no matter what Fang Ping asked, he was unwilling to answer.

After a while, Ning Caichen finally woke up.

"Where is this?"

Fang Ping talked for a long time before Ning Caichen understood what was happening.

"So...... Xiaoqian is fake, there is no Xiaoqian in the world? ”

Ning Caichen said that he met Nie Xiaoqian in the "illusion" and had a special relationship with him.

"The female ghost you saw is real, but she is not called Nie Xiaoqian." Yan Chixia, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

He knew the truth.

"Senior, who is she?"

Facing Ning Caichen's anxious questioning, Yan Chixia leaned over her face unhurriedly and almost stuck it in front of Ning Caichen's eyes.

"Do you remember me?"

Ning Caichen took two steps back, his eyes rolled, looking at Yan Chixia with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and said slowly: "It's a little familiar, but I can't remember it." ”

Yan Chixia nodded slightly, did not continue, sighed and groaned: "If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and the older you are, the more affectionate you are." ”

As the words fell, he tweaked his fingers and pulled a pair of scrolls out of the sword case.

Fang Ping's eyes lit up, this scroll ...... It's good that it's not my own.

The scroll unfolds in mid-air, revealing the painting on it.

On the mottled drawing paper, there is a white-faced scholar and a tulle woman.

Ning Caichen couldn't help but shout when he saw the woman in the painting: "Xiao Qian......"

Yan Chixia pointed to the scholar in the painting and said, "Take a closer look, who is this?" ”

Fang Ping looked at the scholar in the painting, and then at Ning Caichen, only to feel surprised.

"Ning Caichen, is the person on this painting and is you?"

Yan Chixia nodded, and said, "More than seventy years ago, there were demons in this place, specializing in newlywed women. This woman's name is Mo Chou, and she was victimized by this demon and became a lonely ghost. Later, this scholar got acquainted with Mo Chou by mistake......"

Listening to Yan Chixia tell the story of the year, Fang Ping suddenly realized why Yan Chixia decided to enter the painting world to save him when she saw Ning Caichen on the painting wall in the temple, but it turned out that the two of them were old acquaintances!

Ning Caichen was the reincarnation of a scholar seventy years ago. At that time, Yan Chixia was too young and her skills were not enough to defeat the demons who controlled the painting world, which led to Ning Caichen's final death in the painting, and his soul was reincarnated.

Hey, that's it...... Fang Ping glanced at Yan Chixia, who had a thick beard and black eyebrows, he was almost a hundred years old? However, it seems not surprising that he has a successful cultivation and has the art of rejuvenating his face.

And Yan Chixia's words concealed the reason why he escaped from the painting world back then, combined with what he saw in the previous painting wall, Fang Ping could probably guess that it must be related to the nine-tailed fox.

"If she wasn't Xiaoqian, was she lying to me what she said?" Ning Caichen seemed unable to accept this fact, and asked with some pain.

Yan Chixia patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mo Chou is her, and Xiaoqian is also her." The world of painting arises from the heart, and it is the deepest memory of your soul. ”

"Dao Chief, Xiao Qian, she was trapped by monsters, please help her, help her get out of the sea of suffering, and be able to reincarnate."

Yan Chixia nodded: "This grievance between the old couple should have ended a long time ago, and when the day dawns, I will take you to dig up her bones under the locust tree and overtake her for her." ”

There was no need for Ning Caichen to say more, Yan Chixia seemed to know everything a long time ago.

At this time, the rain also stopped, and the three of them were silent around the campfire.

Fang Ping beckoned to Ning Caichen and asked in a whisper, "At the inn before, did you take away my baggage and scrolls?" ”

Ning Caichen thought for a while, and whispered with a guilty face: "It seems to be, but along with my bookcase, it has fallen outside the woods......"

It turned out that at that time, the vines had entangled him in the forest from the ground, and the bookcase he was carrying had fallen halfway on.

Fang Ping's face darkened, and before he could speak, he heard Ning Caichen say apologetically: "Young Master Fang, I will accompany you to find it, and you will definitely be able to find it." ”

"Let's go now, I'm still in a hurry to enter Beijing at dawn." Fang Ping nodded, glanced at Yan Chixia, and said, "Senior Yan, let's go and go back." ”

Yan Chixia picked up the flame with a wooden stick and said casually: "Now that it is dawn, outside the forest, the tree demon can't help you, remember not to enter the woods." ”

Fang Ping thanked him, turned around and wanted to leave, and heard Yan Chixia say again: "Meeting is fate, this wooden sword is given to you as a souvenir." If you need help, you can carry this sword to the Chaotian Temple in the eastern suburbs of the capital. ”

As he spoke, a wooden sword was thrown over, Fang Ping thought it was the Qi Ming Demon Sword, but it wasn't, it was just a small wooden sword with a foot long, and the sword was carved with complex ornaments.

Yan Chixia knew that he would not come back, Fang Ping gave him a long look, and asked, "Will Senior Yan go back to the capital?" ”

Yan Chixia shook her head, smiled again, and said, "Who knows, maybe one day when I'm in a good mood, I'll go." Let's see you soon! ”

Ning Caichen didn't know why, and heard Yan Chixia say to him:

"When he finds something, you will wait for me outside the forest, and I will take you to find Mochou's columbarium."

When Ning Caichen took Fang Ping to the forest that night, he really found the bookcase next to the stone pile.

Ning Caichen opened the bookcase and took out the baggage and scrolls inside, Fang Ping checked it, and there was no problem.

Naturally, he couldn't open the scroll now, but there was no trace of it except for some wetness on the outside, and he must have never been moved.

After retrieving the scroll and baggage, Fang Ping said to Ning Caichen: "Brother Ning, I still have important matters, I have to hurry up after delaying this for a while." ”

Ning Caichen was a little surprised and said, "Brother Fang, just wait a while, I will retrieve the bones for Xiao Qian, and I will enter Beijing with you!" ”

Fang Ping shook his head, if he entered Beijing with Ning Caichen, it would lead to a lot of trouble. After all, his current identity is still not visible.

After saying goodbye to Ning Caichen, Fang Ping hurried for a while, making sure that there was no one around, and then opened the scroll.

A purple-clothed Xiao Xie floated out, and in the painting, she couldn't tell the difference between day and night, but felt that a long time had passed.

Fang Ping chatted with her briefly, and seeing that the sky was bright, he asked her to hurry back to the painting.

......

This capital is an incomparably prosperous place, Fang Ping enters the outer city from the Dongzhi Gate, all the way to see the scene in the picture of the Qingming River, on the bustling street, on both sides are all kinds of shops and stalls, the sound of shouting and selling is endless, and the pedestrians on the street are shoulder to shoulder, so lively.

"Come, let's go, let's go!"

With a loud shout, a large wooden sedan chair with red gauze curtain was lifted out of the street.

"Who's so imposing?"

"Ouch, you can see clearly, what kind of good home is this, it is the flower bed of Yixianglou!"

The pedestrians on the street, the merchants of the shops, and the counterers all stopped their men and stood on both sides of the street to look lively.

Fang Ping also looked at it curiously, and when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but be surprised.

What kind of red gauze curtain sedan chair is this, it turned out to be a wooden bed!

At this moment, the wooden bed was being carried by eight soap-clothed boys, hurrying on the road.

On the wooden bed, you can faintly see a slender figure, revealing most of the snow white of the body, a pink belly pocket hanging on the chest, a three-color tapestry skirt tied around the waist, and a naked man sitting under the skirt, but he fainted with foaming at the mouth.

"This, it's a wind!"

"Good thing that man wasn't me!"

The conversation between the two men next to him was quickly drowned out by the sound of abuse.

Several elderly women were pointing and sneering around the sedan chair.

It's just that the woman on the bed doesn't care about these street shrews, she is sitting on top of it, and she can still fight back.

"What's it called, Niang Calling Spring?"

"Stinky bitch, you rotten skin, shameless!"

"Why don't you accept it!"

"If you want to see it, you won't go back to see your wife! I have what your wife has! ”

This...... Do people in the capital play so open? And is this something that can be seen without spending money?

Fang Ping didn't know why, but he was shocked.

When the bed was brought closer, the appearance of the woman on the bed could also be seen clearly, vaguely overlapping with the "Manyu" in her memory...... is indeed full of amorous feelings, but the demeanor of this shrew scolding the street and fighting the women is too spicy.

"In broad daylight, doing such an immoral thing, I really don't want Bilian!"

"Hey, if you don't charge money, it's already cheap, and you're still so crooked......"

As soon as the woman on the bed finished speaking, two figures rushed out of the alley, and suddenly bumped into the small girl carrying the sedan chair.

This wooden bed was already extremely heavy, and it overturned directly after such a collision, and fell to the ground with a "clang".