Twenty miles away from Guobei Town, Lanruo Temple, was originally a temple of incense, only because the demons and monsters in the world were raging, the people were afraid of the rugged road, and it became a mass grave after being abandoned for many years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The last touch of the sunset fell, and suddenly the faint crows perched in the hundred-mile woods seemed to be driven away, and hurriedly flapped their wings and flew into the distance.

The cold wind blew the rotten leaves into the distance, but I saw that the jagged canopy shook violently, and in the gloomy and cold, there was the faint and inaudible whispering singing, but it came from nowhere, and it was even more terrifying.

"Squeak", the dilapidated wood door was pushed open by the yin wind, the flickering candlelight was almost extinguished, the young man who was unable to let go of the scroll shivered, and looked sideways in shock, I don't know when there was a woman who stopped through the window, the woman's long hair and cheeks lingered, the eyebrows were slender like spring daisies, and the eyes were filled with autumn water, the sorrowful grace was heartbreaking, but it was a side of the edge, but it was Chu Chu moving, I saw pity.

The scholar was stunned but couldn't help it, and stepped forward to greet him, but before he could speak, he saw that it was empty, and the Yiren had long since disappeared.

......The woman's clothes are a little messy, her white shoulders and candlelight are more like congealed fat, and the crisp breasts under her neck are also looming, with a silky look in her eyes.

The scholar has seen such a beautiful woman a few times, and has long forgotten the ghost of Lanruo Temple, just in the haze of the waning moon like frost, the red sleeves add fragrance to the heart, and he walked forward with a dry mouth, and his trembling hands seemed to hold the beauty, but he was deterred by the teachings of the poetry book.

"Girl......"

Before the scholar's words fell, the stunning beauty stretched out her soft wattle and pulled the scholar closer, just like a dry firewood that could not help herself.

"Buzz, boom!"

An arm-thick green vine came from a distance, its length was unknown, like a giant python through the door of the room, and the scholar pounced.

The stunning beauty flipped her body lightly, but her cheeks, which were originally smiling, were replaced by indifference, and she watched with disdain as the green vine poured into the scholar's mouth, but after a few breaths, the yang energy had been picked up, and then when the green vine was withdrawn, the heart that was still beating was removed.

In the indifferent eyes of the stunning beauty, there was a trace of unbearability and apology, and after sighing faintly, she tidied up the messy Luo skirt slightly, and opened the door with a lotus foot, which had already disappeared into the night.

In the broken brick study, the candlelight was still swaying in the breeze, the yellowish scroll turned a few pages from time to time, and if it weren't for the dry corpse, there was still a refreshing robe, and the white mist that was faintly rising on the body was almost the same as it was a moment ago.

Outside Lanruo Temple, beside the gurgling river, the bonfire is burning, the fat fish running through the wooden sticks are already burnt, and the middle-aged man in ragged clothes sits upright on the reef, and he looks up and pours a few sips of spirits, letting the wine and his lips flow, but it is a heroic dry cloud.

"It's out again......"

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows when she was quite heroic, although the beard on her face was messy, but it showed a more uninhibited atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, the broadsword and the bonfire went straight to the ground, and the long sword box on the side of the body was engraved with tadpole inscriptions, and there was a streamer lingering on it.

"Prajnaparami!"

A short incantation came out of Yan Chixia's mouth, and the sword box suddenly rose with sword intent soaring into the sky, and a long sword with a cold light stood out and scattered around the bonfire, protecting this space.

After being full of wine and food, Yan Chixia slept on the ground, it was the sky as the quilt, the ground as the bed, the endless leisure and wantonness, and this cold spring season is also no cold.

The remote place of the apse of Lanruo Temple, but it is the candlelight that reflects like day, the beautiful carved beams and paintings are full of ancient meaning, and countless graceful maids rush in, and offer all kinds of rare and exotic fruits, but they are each timid, like walking on thin ice.

Mei Jiangxue was dressed in a dark red Luo skirt, with tall eyebrows and scarlet cherry lips, and between Gu Pan was smiling and smiling, and greeting the "Dryad" from time to time.

"Sister Mei, I came from afar today, little sister, this Lanruo Temple can be described as full of brilliance!"

This voice is high and low, sometimes hoarse like a simple man, sometimes sharp as a girl's whispering, unspeakably weird.

"Grandma Tree Demon" was wearing a black Luo skirt that reached the ground, her cheeks were like that of a middle-aged man, but she was wearing thick fat powder, a woman's makeup, but at the moment she was smiling, raised the jade cup in her hand and said: "Little sister thanked my sister for her help in the past!"

"Sister is polite...... Mei Jiangxue generously picked up the jade cup, greeted her with a smile, and then drank it all and said: "I haven't seen you for many years, but my sister's Lanruo Temple is lively." ”

The tree demon grandmother was proud, and a stunning woman stepped forward between her sleeves, dancing with Yaoqin, the graceful posture can be described as extremely eye-catching, and the graceful dancing posture is also rare.

Nie Xiaoqian is the most proud slave in the heart of the tree demon grandmother, not only often seduces the men in the world to surging in blood for their own devouring essence and blood to cultivate, but also knows her own intentions.

"Xiao Qian has seen the ...... of Jiangxue Niangniang"

After a dance, Nie Xiaoqian Yingying stepped forward and saluted sideways, extremely respectful, and different from other ghosts, but she was neither humble nor arrogant, as if everyone was beautiful.

With the thousand-year-old fox fairy Mei Jiangxue's cultivation today, and today's status in Baimang Mountain, even the tree demon of Lanruo Temple does not dare to underestimate it, and it is still necessary to set up a banquet to entertain and accompany him personally, how can he see this ghost in his eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian knew that she couldn't get into the eyes of Jiang Xue Niangniang, so she retreated after saluting, and waited for the tree demon's instructions from a distance, but a sigh rose in her heart, and she was even more envious.

Since the death of the eighteen-year-old, after being buried by the family in this Lanruo Temple, he was driven by the thousand-year-old tree demon, and had to charm mortal men for his practice, and could not enter the reincarnation of reincarnation to be a man.

Mei Jiangxue put down the jade cup, looked at the tree demon and sighed: "Time flies, time flies, and five hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye. ”

"I still remember that at that time, you and my sisters were not highly cultivated, and they hid in Tibet all day long, and if they were not careful, they were in danger of being killed by cultivators......

The tree demon grandmother put down the jade cup, and a look of remembrance appeared on her strange cheeks, and she sighed and said, "If it weren't for my sister sacrificing her life to save her, how could I have my sister today!"