The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is most suitable for demons and monsters to run rampant.

This remote town, far away from the cultivation world, suddenly gave birth to a ghostly aura.

Ning Chuyi, who was under the willow tree, suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly wiped away his tears, and didn't have much time to think about the cause and effect, he quickly stepped into the inn room.

Along the way, sure enough, it was lifeless.

The young man had no distractions, held the wooden sword, and ran towards the wisp of demonic energy, his body flying like a rainbow, and the speed was extremely fast.

The moon is in the sky.

Ning Chu came to a rice field not long ago, turned his head and looked back at the inn that turned into black spots, for some reason, the young man was a little depressed in his heart.

Without the slightest nostalgia, Ning Chu suddenly turned his head and stared carefully at the stout locust tree in front of him, his face uncertain.

This position behind the locust tree just rightly blocked the ghost qi.

What made the young man's face ugly was not this, but that there was some fresh and bloody breath on this cultivator's demon and ghost thing.

If nothing else, it should not take more than half an hour.

The young man smelled the dead corpse behind the tree that belonged to the ghost alone, and said calmly, "Come out." ”

The ghost creature was surprisingly obedient, and walked out slowly, it was a young woman wearing a phoenix crown and a red wedding dress, if it weren't for the fact that her face was unusually pale and blurred, unpredictable, and her face had not yet been shaped, except that it was almost the same as the daughter-in-law who married in the mortal world.

Ning Chu was unmoved when he saw this, and when he was young, he heard that Mr. Storyteller said that after death, in addition to those who can go to the capital of Xudu to be reincarnated normally, there are also a very small number of ghosts who are depressed in their hearts before they die.

After an hour of incense, the ghost bride was not seen.

Ning Chu's face was extremely ugly.

Seeing that the young man was silent, the ghost spirit immediately exuded a gloomy chill all over his body, and said coldly: "You are not the person I am waiting for, where did you come from, get out." ”

Ning Chuyi was silent for a moment, just shook his head, opened his half-squinted eyes, and looked at the ghosts and spirits, which happened to be a cultivator who could transform the soul body into a true form, and he was on par with himself, and he was the first to enter the phoenix realm.

As for her surname, it is not even the concern of the sword-bearing boy, there is a record of ghosts in the wild history, these spirits who turned into unjust souls may be a virtuous mother or a good man when they are alive, but some things are not brought to life and not taken away from death, and after death, there will only be greed, hatred, and ignorance as the three bad roots of the Buddha's teachings, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are addicted to killing the world.

Thinking of this, Ning Chuyi frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

The ghost bride's face was gloomy, and then the red sleeves took off her hand, wanting to hit Ning Chuyi's chest, but seeing that the young man easily dodged, she slowly spoke: "It has nothing to do with you, if you choose to leave at this moment, I won't kill you." ”

Ning Chu stood up suddenly, his expression froze, his toes were light, his figure jumped up, he held the sword in one hand, and without hesitation, he stabbed the ghost that stopped in mid-air with a sword, as fast as a storm, with the unstoppable momentum of pure sword cultivation passing through the rainbow, and hitting the ghost bride accurately.

The ghost didn't even react, and after letting out a terrible scream, it was split in half and disappeared.

"Huh?"

It was too easy to die, and there was no flaw.

After the young man landed abruptly, he carefully looked at the wooden sword stained with fresh black blood, and secretly said strangely.

It stands to reason that among the monks, it is good that sword cultivation and killing are the first, but the boy never thought that he could kill the ghost bride with a sword.

In this wild forest, there are many yin and dead spirits, which are most suitable for ghosts and spirits to take shape, not to mention that it is still a full moon tonight.

What the sword-wielding boy is facing tonight can be described as a ghost that has taken advantage of the time and place, how can it be so easy to wipe it out with a sword?

When the time is near.

Ning Chu muttered that he was sleepy, put the wooden sword in his sheath, yawned, looked back at Qinglin Town, and staggered away.

The young man took a few steps, and in the wild forest that deviated from the fireworks in the world, there were bursts of laughter and laughter from warblers and swallows.

"It's finally here."

The boy was relieved.

The cheap master is not good at reasoning, but there is one word that he has said no less than three times, and the young man remembers it very clearly: Don't be too ambitious.

Sure enough, behind Ning Chuyi, a red ghost suddenly appeared.

The ghost bride's five fingers gradually became sharp, and the blade was as sharp as autumn frost, and without saying a word, her figure flew towards the young man's head.

Ning Chuyi was silent.

After calculating, although he learned the sword for half a year with the head of Shushan who was the head of Shushan, it took ten years of time to forge his body before he cultivated to the Fengchu realm of the first realm of monks, and did not experience the pure threshold of life and death, what is the use of just having a realm?

But after Li Muxuan traveled far away with the sword, he didn't leave half of the sword tricks, and he only practiced swords.

In addition to the unilateral crushing between the evening and the Great Jin Secret Guard, this battle with the ghost bride in the same realm is really the life and death threshold for Ning Chuyi to step into the path of cultivation, and it is particularly important, there is no one.

Retracting his thoughts, almost at the same time, the young man's hand holding the wooden sword moved a slight arc.

Looking at the overall situation, the female ghost in red was shocked, and she suddenly had an intuition in her heart, if she and Ning Chuyi fought with all their might, they would only end up in a lose-lose situation.

She couldn't see this young man, but he was just a hairy boy who had just entered the rivers and lakes, with a similar bone age and face, and at most he would not exceed fifteen years old, which was the age of frivolity.

The talent is not bad, but unfortunately the brain is not bright, during the day she turned into a famous village woman and mixed in the crowd, and naturally saw Sima Yu, the prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, the eighteen or so secret guards united not even a monk, naturally there is no threat to her.

I thought I could sit back and relax, and then slaughter some villagers to drink blood to nourish their bodies, and live happily for a while, who would have thought that the plan could not catch up with the changes, everything was disrupted by a hairy boy, if it was a monk of the three sects who came today, she could also understand her body, but it was the sword cultivator that the ghosts and spirits feared the most!

Thinking of this, the body of the female ghost in red suddenly fell, half lying on the ground, the corners of her mouth raised an arc, crying quietly, and the tear ducts that fell were no more and no less, just right.

The evil aura in this wild forest also disappeared in an instant with the cry of the ghost bride, as if it had never existed before.

Ning Chuyi, who wanted to take advantage of the momentum and slash again, couldn't help but stay in place, looking at the female ghost in red lying on the ground, whether this fight would be fought or not?

The young man who was stunned for a long time finally came to his senses, hesitated a little, or took a step closer to find out, a gust of autumn wind suddenly blew, Ning Chuyi squinted his eyes slightly, only to feel that there was a woman's body fragrance mixed in, and then a red robe sleeve swept along the wind on the young man's cheeks.

The young man's expression was as calm as water, he took a few steps closer, squatted down, and then he saw the woman's appearance clearly, she was beautiful, and the red wedding dress she was wearing was extremely conservative, and this kind of face did not look like a person from Qinglin Town.

Ning Chuyi finally confirmed the previous guess in his heart, his expression was complicated, and he asked softly, "Can you tell me who you are waiting for now?" ”

Ning Chuyi can be calm and calm in front of the current prince and not bend over, but it doesn't mean that he can do the same in front of women, that little sister of the demon land is like this, not to mention this female ghost who looks good in a wedding dress?

……

The female ghost in red looked at the young man in front of her in amazement, even if her words were calm, but her face was so red, how could she avoid her eyes? Dare to love this kid is not only a chick in the huge rivers and lakes, but also a chick in the matter of love between men and women?

The female ghost calmed the town god, and for the first time looked seriously at the young man with a wooden sword, a subtle light flashed in her eyes, and she quietly blended with the moonlight.

The boy didn't notice it.

After a while, he only felt that his eyes hurt, he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, Ning Chu was shocked.

Where is there a little bird crying ghost bride in front of you?

Ning Chuyi stood up abruptly and looked up.

Deep in the forest, thousands of crows form an arched bridge in the sky, spreading above the locust trees.

The clouds are tricky, and the flying stars are nothing more than this.

But in this lifeless forest, it is not romantic, but it is all revealing creepy scenes.

After a while, a female ghost in red holding an oil-paper umbrella was slowly walking from the bridge, dragging a silver and white human bone in her hand, the pace was unhurried, and she even stopped from time to time along the way to enjoy the scenery below the "arch bridge", which was outrageous.

Finally stopped at a place dozens of feet away from Ning Chu, and at this time, thousands of white paper lanterns suddenly lit up on both sides of the "arch bridge", making the young man seem to return to the time when he was wandering outside for the festival, and occasionally saw the few cooking smoke of other people's houses.

Suddenly, countless rose petals fell from nowhere, and the first storm of September came with petals.

Red and white, rain all over the sky, this town should be in trouble.

At this moment, Ning Chu felt a boundless chill and coldness.

The female ghost in red casually threw the human bones on the ground, raised her hand to cover her face, and then wiped it downward, like a mortal woman who had cleaned her face, revealing a hideous and bloody face, she grinned, and then a large stream of yin and death qi poured out of her body.

The ghost of the wedding dress recalled the past events of her life, her expression was in a trance, there was a look of remembrance in her eyes, and she said softly: "I was born in a brothel since I was a child, and I was known as the Oiran of the Qinglou because of my outstanding appearance at the age of sixteen. ”

"On the day I first met, he didn't do anything, he read the book all night, and what he read was not poetry and songs, but the forbidden ancient books under the official system of Daqin's 'burning books and pit Confucianism'.

Ning Chu was stunned, this female ghost was really not a person from the Great Jin, and couldn't help asking, "You exposed him?" ”

The female ghost said quietly: "What does it have to do with me?" He only needs to give money, but that night I saw in his eyes a sea of stars that I had never seen in my life, which was the brilliance of longing for the future, and he told me that the books I read could save the whole of Daqin...... He also said, 'Ten miles of red makeup, live up to the idiocy and so on'......"

"After that night, he made an oath with me, he said that he would go to Beijing to redeem me, and I scattered all my family wealth, just to wait for him to be named on the gold list......"

Ning Chuyi, who heard this, was suddenly stunned, looked at the female ghost in surprise, his words were full of tremors, and he stretched out his index finger to point at her for the first time, "You...... How long have you known him, and they keep saying that they like each other, why do you, why does he like you, and what does he like you? How can the word infatuation be used like that? ”

The female ghost was sullen for the first time, and blurted out, "What do adults know, what do little children know." ”

Ning Chuyi suddenly sneered: "Does he like it, he is hungry for your body, cheap!" ”

The female ghost shook her head, tilted her head to look at the reddened young man, and finally stopped at the bamboo hairpin with her long hair tied, "On the day he won the title of high school, he married the princess of the dynasty as his wife, and I waited hard in the Qinglou for a few days, only waiting for a letter with only fourteen words, 'Half a little red lips and ten thousand tastes, how can I be worthy of my champion'." ”

The female ghost remembered something, gently put away the oil-paper umbrella, blood and tears flowed out of her eyes, and laughed miserably: "Everyone in the world is a negative man, and they all deserve to die!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the blank paper lanterns hanging on both sides of the crow arch bridge were all extinguished, and the rose petals disappeared together like a flash in the pan.

The air suddenly froze, the young man's complexion changed drastically, he couldn't think too much, his feet kicked the ground, his feet suddenly exerted force, and his body jumped up, about a foot higher than the female ghost, just for a moment, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed head-on.

The ghost of the wedding dress was full of blood, and she casually threw away the token of love between the two of them in previous years, and stretched out her snow-white palm to push it head-on.

Neither of them had any spare strength, and the thought of wanting to put the other party into a dead state appeared on their faces, and then it was up to them to see whether they were one foot higher or one foot higher.

Probably the destiny of heaven, the female ghost in a red wedding dress suddenly grinned, leaned back slightly, and took a few steps back, the number of steps was not large, but no more, no less, just avoided Ning Chuyi's biggest kill.

And at this moment, the female ghost showed a sly smile, and quickly shot out with both hands, and slammed it on Ning Chuyi's chest.

The wooden sword fell.

The ghost of the wedding dress just kicked the locust wood sword away, but the moment the embroidered shoes touched the locust wood sword, a little thin black smoke appeared, her face was gloomy, she didn't care about the sword anymore, just took a step forward, covered her face with both hands, twitched faintly, and said a sonorous and powerful sentence.

Ning Chu heard it clearly.

She was saying, "Husband, the slave family is no longer angry with you. ”