Chapter 460: The boy is known to be autumn

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"Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, thank you brother Tai for the rescue. Ning Caichen shook it to the end and said with great gratitude.

The little Taoist priest smashed his mouth, and said regretfully: "It's a pity! What a good female ghost, what a beautiful female ghost, how can I be provoked by you, and it will be ruined like this." I would have liked to watch it a little longer. ā€

Ning Caichen suddenly didn't know how to talk, and instantly lost his ability to speak.

"Look at the breasts, the legs, tsk..." said the little Taoist priest as he gestured with his hand to the curve, his eyes were fascinated, and the corners of his mouth were faintly watery.

Ning Caichen really found it difficult to compare the person in front of him with the master who came down like a god and saved him from danger before.

"By the way, it is the Xuanxin Authentic Sect Zhiqiu Yiye, have you ever seen my junior sister?" the little Taoist priest retracted the lustful expression on his face and asked with a serious look.

It's a pity that Ning Caichen has already seen his true face clearly, and it is difficult to respect him, so he returned to the house to collect his luggage. When he saw the tattered stack of ledgers that had been beaten by Yin Qi and Taoism, his face was suddenly full of bitterness.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me? Is this your attitude towards your life-saver? Or do you scholars like to look at no one like this?" This sounds like a question, but with Zhiqiu Yiye's oily tone, it is more like a mockery.

"Let me go!" Ning Caichen decided to ignore this person, pack his luggage, and wait until dawn to return to his hometown. The account can't be collected, don't accidentally take a small life.

"Okay, if you don't say it, I have a way for you to say it!" Zhiqiu Yiye's big eyes rolled, and he held a magic talisman and stuck it directly on Ning Caichen's back.

Suddenly, Ning Caichen felt stiff, and his body didn't listen to the call.

"Now I say, do it. Tell me if you have seen my junior sister?" Zhiqiu Yiye flew up, sat on the beam of the room and looked at Ning Caichen.

"No, there is!" Ning Caichen replied very mechanically.

Zhiqiu Yiye jumped up, jumped behind Ning Caichen and stood back to back with him: "Nonsense! I clearly stole it, and got an explanation from the master, saying that the senior sister went to Lanruo Temple and wanted to find an old tree demon." Let me protect my sister. Since you are in Lanruo Temple, how can you not see her. ā€

"I don't know who your junior sister is!" Ning Caichen almost scolded in his heart, if it weren't for the good teaching of the sage, he really wanted to spray the little Taoist priest's face.

"Think again! A very beautiful girl who likes to wear red clothes and has white hair. Haven't you seen it?" Zhiqiu Kazuha finally remembered, and he had to explain the general appearance of the person he was looking for.

"See~has~!" Even the mechanical voice trembled a little.

Zhiqiu Yiye and Ning Caichen were standing back to back, naturally they didn't see half of the walking corpse slowly crawling towards Ning Caichen, but he was now controlled by Zhiqiu Yiye, and he couldn't shout at all, and he couldn't dodge at all.

"Have you seen it? That's great! My junior sister, has she lost weight? Without my brother's care and care day and night, has she become haggard?"

Ning Caichen looked at the walking corpse that was getting closer and closer, and he was almost about to grab his trouser leg, and he was almost scared.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the Qiankun is correct!"

A fire talisman flew from the window, directly incinerating the walking corpse, and it was instantly extinguished.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" It was the girl in red who rescued Ning Caichen, and at this moment he looked at Zhiqiu Yiye and asked.

Zhiqiu Yiye was like a child who had done something wrong, and said hesitantly, "Yes, it's Master, and he asked me to help..." ā€

The girl in red stared at Zhiqiu Yiye, and seemed to see through his lie in an instant, but she didn't expose it, but nodded and said, "It's okay! That tree demon is barely cultivating, but his ability to escape is first-class." You are practicing the Vermilion Bird Fire Method, which is just right to restrain him, and wait until dawn to help me fight. ā€

Zhiqiu Yiye nodded hurriedly, as if he was afraid that the girl would drive him back.

Unraveling the spell in Ning Caichen's house, the girl said to Ning Caichen: "This is not the place where you should stay, leave early tomorrow morning! ā€

Ning Caichen nodded quickly, this ghost place, he didn't want to come back after killing him.

In the early morning, the mountain stream is thick and foggy rolling, and there are sometimes layers of miasma, if ordinary people are contaminated by this miasma and invade the bones, it will be difficult to pull it out, and it will inevitably suffer more in the future.

Ning Caichen packed his bags and went on the road alone, leaving Lanruo Temple and returning to his hometown.

The mountain stream did not disperse the water mist, under the agitation of the morning breeze, hazy like a thin veil, surrounding the green hills and green trees. The golden sunlight dispelled the dampness and cold. Stand on top of the hill and look down. But seeing the picturesque scenery, it is indescribable.

The mountain cliff is steep, and there are strange flowers and grasses and craggy old pines between the cliffs. The plank road between the cliffs is dangerous and tempting, and people can't help but step on it. Walking is really carrying clouds and fog, chic as the wind. It is no wonder that folk rumors say that there are many immortals and saints in the deep mountains, often in the clouds and mist.

Whether it is true or false, it should be related to the special landscape between the mountains and forests.

The mountains stretch in the distance, and there is no end in sight, but I feel that the other side of the mountain is the place where the red sun rises, full of mystery.

All the way down the plank road, Ning Caichen had already seen the smoke buried in the clouds. Along the place where the smoke rises, a small stream gurgles down, cheerful and light.

"The green mountains are hidden in the water! Maybe that's how it feels!" Ning Caichen couldn't help but sigh.

Waving his sleeves to remove the clouds and mist in front of him, the grass was overgrown, but it made him feel terrified.

Under the green grass and trees swaying in the wind, sections of withered yellow white bones are revealed, indescribably terrifying and desolate. At a glance, it turned out to be a mountain of bones, piled up.

"Sure enough, it's a knife on the head of the color word, and he is a tourist who has crossed the mountain, but he is buried in the barren mountain! Everything that happened last night also came to him like a tide, making the memories he had temporarily put aside come back again, and the light of the sun falling on his body was a little less warm and much colder.

At this moment, suddenly a dark cloud floated overhead, and the dark cloud covered the top, and there was lightning and thunder, and in an instant, a hail the size of a small stone fell.

"No, it's thundering, raining, and hail? Isn't it only October?" Ning Caichen looked at the steep and dangerous mountain road, it was easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, so if he went down rashly, he was afraid that he would roll into the abyss. Gritting his teeth, Ning Caichen turned around and returned to Lanruo Temple.

"With those strangers here, even if there are ghosts, it's okay to come!" Ning Caichen thought.

But he would never have thought that when he stepped into this mountain and walked into Nalan Ruo Temple, even if someone deliberately arranged it to thwart his fate and calamity, some people would never let him leave, and they had to push him to his original fate.

Someone secretly played against him, and he had already used him as a pawn and made a game.

(To be continued.) )