When Nie Xiaoqian entered Ning Caichen's courtyard, Yan Chixia was in Li Xiake's room to ask for advice on cultivation problems.

Li Xiake's room is decorated with a lot of modern style furniture, and all the things for daily use are not exquisite, and none of them are novel, far beyond what Yan Chixia has seen in her life.

The glass of drinking water is crystal clear, pure and incomparable, if it is placed outside, it must be a heirloom, and the calligraphy and painting landscapes hanging on the wall are all the handiwork of famous artists.

These things, just take out one of them, they are enough to cause a sensation in the mundane, but in Li Xiake's place, they are ordinary daily things.

Fortunately, Yan Chixia's heart is firm, and after the initial surprise, he no longer cares about such things outside his body, for people in cultivation, foreign objects disturb his mind, and he will not ask for these things for Yan Chixia, he has not yet reached this state of not being moved by external objects.

Immediately cleaned up his mood and asked Li Xiake for some questions he encountered in his practice, Li Xiake also asked and answered, without the slightest concealment, and his attitude towards preaching and preaching the Fa was much better than Yan Chixia's teacher.

When he was listening, he suddenly felt a yin qi rising from the courtyard, and he woke up in shock, and his face was full of anger: "Now that Senior Li is in this temple, and I and a few apprentices and a group of living people are staying in this temple, this ghost is so bold that he dares to appear in the courtyard!"

At this time, Li Xiake's sermon also stopped.

Yan Chixia saluted Li Xia and said, "Senior, I will kill this ghost now, and the province will disturb and purify!"

Li Xiake waved his hand and smiled: "This ghost thing has a bit of fate with Ning Caichen, don't interfere, and watch Ning Caichen deal with it." ”

Yan Chixia didn't know why, but she still obeyed Li Xiake's instructions, put away her flying sword, saluted Li Xiake, and then returned to her courtyard.

Let's talk about Ning Caichen.

From the first time he saw Nie Xiaoqian, he thought of self-defense, picked up a long sword given to him by Li Xiake at the bedside, and unsheathed the long sword with a "brush", and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at Nie Xiaoqian's chest: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

His sword is one of the nine swords specially created by several major sects to pay tribute when Li Xiake was the emperor, it is a treasure that brings together the will of an era, and it is also "opened by Li Xiake", which is full of deterrence against ghosts and ghosts, at this time, it is just the tip of the sword obliquely, even if it is nearly a zhang away, Nie Xiaoqian is still a little unbearable, and her body is paralyzed on the ground, shouting: "Son, spare your life, Xiaoqian was originally a person here, but unfortunately died early, and when she was seventeen years old, she died of illness." After that, he was buried by his family in the mountain behind the pagoda temple. ”

Ning Caichen was secretly frightened, after all, he was the one who had killed zombies, and he was bold, and shouted: "In this case, you are a ghost in the underworld, and I am a person in the yang world, what are you doing with me?"

Nie Xiaoqian kowtowed and said: "Childe, my bones were trapped by a thousand-year-old tree demon, and I have not been able to escape from her hands for many years. Childe, in the entire temple, only you and your breath slave here can withstand it, so I can only ask you for help. ”

When she said this, she looked at the direction where Li Xiake and Yan Chixia were, and said in a trembling voice: "There is a sacred town next to it, not to mention the slave family who came to the door to ask for help, it is close, and this divine breath alone makes the slave family have the risk of flying away." ”

Ning Caichen knew how powerful Li Xiake was at this time, and at the same time understood one thing, among these people in the temple, it seemed that it was because of his cultivation that he was the weakest, so Nie Xiaoqian would have the courage to beg him, as for Li Xiake and Yan Chixia, ordinary ghosts did not dare to approach at all.

"I'm in my prime, but I'm not even as good as Wolong's junior brother's cultivation!"

Ning Caichen was ashamed in his heart, glanced at Nie Xiaoqian, and shouted: "It's about ghosts, I don't dare to make my own decisions about this matter, I have to be a teacher!"

Although he is upright, he is not brainless, he doesn't know anything about this ghost, and he doesn't know if what Nie Xiaoqian said is true or false, how can he dare to easily agree to help others? Therefore, he immediately thought of Li Xiake and Yan Chixia, with these two people here, how could he interfere?

Just as he was about to go to the other courtyard to consult Li Xiake and Yan Chixia, he heard Yan Chixia's voice coming: "You are in charge of this matter!"

Ning Caichen was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, it turned out that the teacher had been paying attention here.

Since he let himself deal with it by himself, it can be seen that what Nie Xiaoqian said is true, otherwise, the teacher would never let him deal with it, and he would have already flown in with a sword and took her life.

"In that case, I can help!"

Ning Caichen read poetry and books, he was a true gentleman, and he didn't take back his sword at the moment, and said to Nie Xiaoqian: "Where is the ghost thing that captured you? Wait for me for a while!"

Nie Xiaoqian was overjoyed, knowing that Ning Caichen had decided to intervene to help, and hurriedly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you Xianggong for rescuing, if Xiaoqian escapes the sea of suffering, she is willing to serve Xianggong for the rest of her life." ”

Ning Caichen said with a smile: "I have the same color in my life, and I still have a wife at home, how can I let you serve? Let's go, go and see where those ghosts are?"

He held a long sword, and he was full of pride, and walked out of the temple with Nie Xiaoqian.

"Look, Xianggong, the old locust tree in this courtyard ...... The stump is the body of the thousand-year-old tree demon, we all call it the tree demon grandma, she is cruel, the means are cruel, many ghosts are enslaved by her, several sisters of the slave family have been bullied, and a few sisters are even worse, but a few days ago they were scattered by the thunder of the heavens!"

Ning Caichen said: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, if they are really just bullied and have not harmed the world, logically speaking, there will never be an end of dissipation, unless they have done something else, they have suffered such retribution!"

Nie Xiaoqian's body trembled, and she didn't dare to speak.

Ning Caichen glanced at Nie Xiaoqian, and sneered: "What? I said it? You ghosts, have you all done a lot of bad things? What about you? Have you ever hurt someone?"

Nie Xiaoqian's body trembled, and she hurriedly shook her head and said, "I didn't! I didn't hurt anyone! Grandma forced us to do it! If I don't do it, she will punish me!"

When she said this, she rolled up her sleeves and said to Ning Caichen: "The slave family is full of whip marks, and this is where it comes from!"

Ning Caichen looked at it intently, and saw that this woman's frost-pressed and snow-like pink arms were covered with whip marks, which looked like centipedes entrenched, and it was indescribably hideous and ugly, he only looked at it for a moment before turning his head and shouting: "Aren't you ashamed that a strange man dares to show his arms to me?"

Nie Xiaoqian's expression was miserable, and she said: "The slave and maid have become ghosts, why should the husband be demanding." ”

Ning Caichen snorted, under the waning moon, in the barren mountains, he glanced around, and asked, "Where are those monsters chasing you?" Good guy, why are they so ugly?"

A gust of wind sounded, and at some point five strange things appeared in front of him, roaring and rushing towards him like lightning.

The moment these monsters pounced, Ning Caichen only felt the yin wind blowing on his face, he couldn't breathe, and the long sword in his hand was placed horizontally in front of his chest, and it was gently wiped forward.