A small temple in a deserted village, who would have thought that the two were actually telling stories.

And Yu Zhenyi fell asleep directly because of the injuries on his body and because he was too tired.

The true martial sword flew out, and it was directly protected by Yu Zhenyi's side.

The scholar was on the side, the paint was gone, and he couldn't continue painting, so he thought about things on the side. Around his waist, there was a jade pendant reflecting the bright moon. He took out the bright moon jade pendant, and then, lifting the paintbrush, using his own blood as paint.

On Yu Zhenyi's body, two strokes were drawn.

For some reason, the True Martial Sword did not move.

After doing this, the scholar sat aside. Until Yu Zhenyi woke up, the scholar did not move.

Yu Zhenyi yawned: "I'll finish the unfinished story." ”

The scholar nodded.

Yu Zhenyi's voice resounded throughout the small temple again.

The female ghost hid her face and smiled, and her eyes were full of light. Although the scholar is a lustful scholar, he only feels that he has lost his face and everything after losing too many games, and before the female ghost can say anything, he hurriedly drove the female ghost out, and muttered something like "There is a difference between men and women, and they don't kiss each other".

On the evening of the third day, the female ghost appeared early in the scholar's room. This time, she changed the style of the female ghost's white clothes and hair, wore an apricot red shirt, a fallen horse bun, and her face was covered with fat powder.

As soon as the female ghost stood firm, the scholar hurriedly pulled the female ghost to sit on the chess board, and couldn't wait to fight with her.

The days went by like this, and the scholars would play against the female ghosts every day, but they always lost more and won less, and sometimes they would chat.

The scholar asked, "Female ghost, do you have a dream?"

The female ghost rolled her eyes: "I'm a lonely ghost, what do you want to dream of?" ”

The scholar smiled shyly and said, "My dream is to become a big official, and then marry a beautiful lady who is knowledgeable, worship a powerful father-in-law, and have a pair of smart and clever children......"

Before the scholar finished speaking, the female ghost rolled her eyes: "People read the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, and you dream of the Spring and Autumn Period." ”

The scholar touched his head and laughed innocently, obviously still immersed in his own daydreams.

The female ghost swept the chess game and turned into a puff of green smoke and left.

The scholar was speechless and knelt on the ground to pick up the chess pieces, this game of the scholar won almost in the hand, who expected the female ghost to finally play a trick "Guifei Chess", the scholar thought to himself, "Only women and villains are difficult to raise, the ancients did not deceive me."

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when the scholar wanted to take the imperial examination, the scholar said goodbye to the broken temple, before leaving, he wanted to say goodbye to the female ghost, but the female ghost never appeared, the scholar left a chess game remnant to worship the broken temple and left.

Perhaps every female ghost is a noble scholar, and from ancient times to the present, most of the scholars who can meet female ghosts are extraordinary. The same goes for scholars, he actually went all the way to the palace examination, perhaps it is the will of God, the Son of Heaven actually used chess as a medium to test their ideas of governing the world, and on the Jinluan Palace, scholars talked eloquently.

Since meeting the female ghost, the scholar's life has begun to be incredibly smooth sailing.

On the palace test, the scholar took the lead and became the champion appointed by the saint, and then added the official all the way to the knight, and finally married the daughter of the left minister, the left minister is in power and the opposition, one person is above ten thousand people, the daughter of the left minister is even more knowledgeable, rare talent and appearance, no matter who mentions her, she will sincerely praise a sentence "that is really a person like a flower and jade".

It's just that sometimes scholars will also think of the ruined temple, where the female ghost is wearing an apricot-red shirt, a fallen horse bun, and a thin layer of fat powder on her face, standing on the threshold, looking weak and can't help the wind, almost no different from a living person.

That night was a rarity

Good moonlight.

The scholar held her hand and led her to the chessboard, only to feel that he had the moonlight in his hand.

After the story was finished, Yu Zhenyi got up and said with a smile: "Say, what should I do, I can pass from you." ”

The scholar smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, how about telling me another one? I found that in addition to myself, other people's stories are also quite interesting." ”

Yu Zhenyi was a little depressed: "You don't talk about morality." ”

The scholar shook his head: "I'm dying, this little request is not too much." ”

In fact, Yu Zhenyi has already seen that this scholar lacks qi and blood, and the paint he uses to paint seems to be his own blood. I don't know why, this person is so crazy, Yu Zhenyi decided to talk about one more.

So, his voice sounded again.

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, stayed in the broken temple late at night, and met a female ghost.

The female ghost has lived in this ruined temple for hundreds of years, but she has never seen a few people, and she has nothing to do all day long and wants to find someone to scare him.

After thinking about it for a long time, the female ghost didn't come up with any good ideas, and the hundred years of isolation made the female ghost too simple, so that her imagination was not as good as that of a bad horror film director, so she had to walk in very casually, hoping to scare him a little.

Because of the poor family background, the scholar imitated the ancients every day to read poetry and books at night by means of light and elegant things, and his eyesight was naturally not as good as ordinary people, and he didn't see that the female ghost was a female ghost for a while, but it was a woman from an ordinary family.

When the female ghost saw the scholar's move, she was stunned at first and asked, "Are you not afraid of me?"

The scholar said blankly, why did the young lady say this, although I am a scholar, but I follow the teachings of the sage, learn the six arts of a gentleman, and swordsmanship and archery have also been involved, why are you afraid of a woman's ear?

When the female ghost heard a bunch of half-written and half-white words, she suddenly said unpleasantly, do you scholars always like to talk like this?

The scholar vaguely sensed the unhappiness of the female ghost, and said apologetically, it was Xiaosheng who was abrupt. Then he chattered with the female ghost and said, in fact, the profession of a scholar is very miserable, except for reading, I don't know anything, I don't know anything, and naturally I can't contact anyone, except for sometimes writing letters for people to make a living, it's rare to talk to people for a few months, so I don't have any exchange experience, and I don't know how to chat with a woman at this time, if you are offended, please bear with me.

The female ghost thought about it and said, in fact, it's nothing, whether it's chatting or communicating, it's all about letting people who don't know each other understand each other and achieve the goal of social harmony.

When the scholar heard this, he immediately became interested, and hurriedly asked, Is this really the case? Don't you mind if I talk like this, Miss? Great, I thought that you women didn't like me to be so wordy. Then I'll tell you about what I encountered on the way to Beijing to catch the exam.

You know that our village is very poor, ah, this expression again, do you mean you don't know?

To put it simply, our side is surrounded by mountains, the land is barren, and there are poisonous beasts, which is simply too discordant. The so-called poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and there are also a few villains in our village who bully men and women......

The female ghost sat on the side and listened silently, and the scholar was talking nonsense with high interest. The candlelight swayed in the dilapidated temple, and the night was still as cold as water outside, and the female ghost suddenly didn't feel lonely, and the hundred years seemed to be just waiting for this time.

The female ghost sat on the side and listened silently, and the more the scholar talked, the happier he became, and then he talked about the brave scholar who fought the thieves in the mountains, and met the beautiful woman in the ruined temple. The female ghost thought about how this foolish scholar would react if he knew that he was a female ghost.

I don't think it will be like this again

Thinking of this, the female ghost felt very lost, and the scholar's story no longer attracted her. She fell asleep with her head down, her knees folded, and so.

Ghosts, which are not my race, are usually deaf and clear-sighted, and the female ghost first heard a trivial sound in the haze, and then the scholar seemed to say something. When she opened her eyes, she found that the scholar was gone.

The female ghost was very annoyed with herself, it was rare to see a person, and it was even more rare to be a scholar, why didn't she even scare him and let him go.

She stomped her feet and began to lose her temper, grabbing things and throwing them away, scaring the rats and Xiaoqiang in the ruined temple into scattering. After a while, she noticed that the scholar's bag was still in that corner, and she thought that the scholar might not have left yet.

Out of curiosity, I rummaged through it, and the result was only two clothes, a few poetry books, and a few pieces of coarse dry food, and the female ghost thought that being a scholar was really a very poor profession, and that she had to survive in a jungle-like society while having to study hard for ten years in the cold window.

Wait for enough, take a long way to Beijing to catch the exam, and be harassed by the bandits, ghosts, foxes, and spirits on the way, and even lose your life if you are unlucky, just to get a fame that is smaller than the probability of being struck by lightning, such a life, why can that scholar still face it with a smile.

The female ghost held the scholar's bag and began to wait for the scholar to return, wanting to ask him this question. When the day came, the female ghost hid in the shadow of the Buddha statue with the scholar's bag, but the scholar never returned.

The days went by. The female ghost didn't know how long she had been waiting for him, and the bag left behind was a little bit **, fading. Finally, one day, when the female ghost finished washing her bags and took them to the sun to dry.

The female ghost suddenly knew that the scholar who passed by the broken temple that year, and the scholar who had been talking to her all night was actually dead.

Maybe it was when he met the bandits, maybe he was dead earlier. The scholar is just to see the female ghost, and the female ghost has been waiting for a hundred years just to see the scholar.

Thinking of this, the female ghost suddenly remembered what the scholar said in the early morning of that day, and the sentence she said in a very gentle tone was, I'm leaving, don't be afraid.

The female ghost first cried for a while, then walked out of the broken temple, turned around and walked a few steps, the broken temple collapsed, she turned around, only to see the scholar standing calmly in the golden light of the sun, slowly evaporating.

After the story is told, there are so many stories that Yu Zhenyi has heard.

The scholar asked, "Is there anything else?"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head: "This time it's really gone." ”

The scholar was a little unsatisfied: "These stories are very good." ”

Yu Zhenyi smiled slightly: "I don't think it's as good as your story." ”

The scholar picked up the bright moon jade pendant, handed it to Yu Zhenyi, and said, "Let's go, I have drawn two strokes on you, and I will be useful in the future." Also, this thing is called Mingyue Pei. Hold the dying person, it's useless to keep it, I'll give it to you. ”

Yu Zhenyi didn't stretch out his hand.

The scholar smiled: "Instead of letting him be buried in this ruined temple with me, it is better to go with you." ”

Yu Zhenyi asked, "Who are you?"

The scholar smiled: "It doesn't matter who I am, you can go quickly, there is still a long way to go, don't relax." ”

Yu Zhenyi still took the jade pendant in the scholar's gentle eyes, waved his hand at the scholar, and prepared to walk out of the temple. Suddenly, the scholar called out to Yu Zhenyi and said, "In the future, when I meet a person named Fifth Xingchen, say sorry to him for me." ”

Yu Zhenyi remembered it and walked out of the broken temple, but he was horrified in his heart. He had already guessed that the scholar might be from Mingyue Kingdom, but he never expected that it would be so big!

Mingyue National Teacher, surnamed fifth, named Xingchen!

is also the second person on the list!