Not to mention that Yang Xiao and Yan Chixia were busy exchanging their respective cultivation experiences and asking each other for advice, and said that although Ning Caichen did not have the opportunity to be a beautiful woman, for him, it was already a very satisfying thing for him to have such a sheltered monk's house to live in, so he lit the oil lamp he carried with him, set up the broken wooden planks on the ground, and finally put them together into a table, and then spread some hay on the bed, and said with a satisfied smile: "I don't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight!"

Sensing that a living person entered, in the night, several dead ghosts attached to their corpses, crawling very slowly, their corpses had already been absorbed by the thousand-year-old tree demons, and they were as rotten as a centenarian, their movements were extremely slow, and there was a little abnormal creaking sound, in this strange Lanruo Temple, it seemed to be extremely normal.

However, Ning Caichen didn't notice anything wrong at all, he just lay down not long ago, he felt sticky under his body, he sat up again and lit the oil lamp, but found that he had just laid out the hay, I don't know when there was a little more water stain, he wiped a little on his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and a pungent stench came to his face.

"This smell is like the smell of corpses accumulated in Yizhuang. However, there is clearly no one living in this Lanruo Temple, so where will the smell of corpses be emitted?" The stench was pungent, Ning Caichen frowned, and the little sleepiness that had just arisen was smoked away by this smell, so he simply got up and walked out of the door.

He didn't bother Yang Xiao and Yan Chixia, who were chatting happily, went downstairs, the quiet scenery of the backyard was visible to the eye, he looked at it while walking, unconsciously into a trance, just at this moment, there was an elegant piano sound from behind, the music was tactful and undulating, it seemed that someone was playing and singing, he raised his head, looked around and saw that he was still standing alone in the courtyard, only the sound of the piano came from the depths of Lanruo Temple.

"Listening to the sound of this harp, the person who plays the harp must have worked this path, and his skills are extraordinary and extraordinary. Attracted by the sound of the piano, Ning Caichen's thoughts flipped over, and he walked towards the source of the music, turned around a dense forest, and what appeared in front of him was a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The small pavilion is full of antiquity, there is a pontoon bridge leading to the shore, there are two big stone lions on both sides, it is extraordinarily mighty, but in this bleak night, it seems to be much lonely, and the sound of the piano comes from the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, adding a little sadness.

Ning Caichen stood on the shore for a while, after all, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, walked up, and the singing voice from the wind was like a girl's voice, he had the heart to see the hermit who played the piano late at night, but he was afraid of the sudden beauty, and when he was hesitating in his heart, the woman in the pavilion in the middle of the lake seemed to have found something, and the music in her hand stopped, and asked, "Who is outside?"

The voice was gentle and tactful, like the spring breeze in February, Ning Caichen opened his eyes that were fascinated by the music of the piano, and looked along the pontoon bridge, and the one who practiced the piano in the pavilion in the center of the lake was indeed an extremely beautiful girl, he hurriedly walked on the pontoon bridge, bowed and said: "I have no malice, I just heard the girl play the piano and then followed the sound of the piano here." ”

The woman lowered her head and saw a living person in the pavilion, she was first taken aback, then pursed her lips and showed a pure and flawless smile like a little girl, and put her hands on the strings of the guqin to continue playing.

Ning Caichen is a person who likes music and rhythm, and besides, the beauty is current, even if she is a second wood, I am afraid that she will show her considerable interest in music and rhythm.

Seeing that the woman was not disgusted by her arrival, Ning Caichen was suddenly overjoyed, and walked a few steps closer to the pavilion, Shi Shiran said loudly: "Ning Caichen, who is late, dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Xiao Qian. The woman spoke, "Childe, please come into the pavilion and speak." ”

"Since the girl is invited, dare not obey. Ning Caichen walked into the small pavilion and was about to take a few steps closer, however, at this moment, a red light suddenly burst out on his body, with a scorching scorching aura.

Xiao Qian's hand slipped, and the string on the guqin was suddenly broken, as if she was greatly frightened, and hurriedly covered her face.

Ning Caichen was originally a fairly upright scholar, with Haoran righteousness, plus walking with Yang Xiao all the way, taking a thousand years of yellow essence, his essence increased greatly, and he was contaminated with a little bit of Yang Xiao's pure yang true yuan breath, although it was not easy to be a ghost, but it was not something that ordinary yin and ghost cultivators could approach lightly.

Although Xiao Qian was favored by the thousand-year-old tree demon and obtained the method of ghost cultivation, her cultivation was comparable to that of ordinary ghosts, but where could she withstand the impact of Yang Xiao's pure yang aura of thousands of years of skill?

Fortunately, Ning Caichen was only contaminated with a little pure yang aura and was not aggressive, but this sudden situation was enough to surprise Ning Caichen, so that he didn't understand the situation at all and didn't know what was going on. It's just that although he saw that Xiao Qian was like an elf in another world, beautiful and clear, but her face was a little pale, and her face was not very good, so he immediately asked with concern: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Qian's eyes flowed, seeing that Ning Caichen didn't seem to suspect her identity, her mind moved at the moment, and she immediately counted it in her heart, and then, she gently loosened the light yarn on her hand, and the white yarn suddenly fluttered with the night wind, like a white cloud dotting the starry sky at night.

"Oops, my yarn" exclaimed, Xiaoqian half-hid her face, her face was full of pity, which made people feel cute, and I felt pity.

Although Ning Caichen is just a weak scholar, since he can do the work of helping people collect debts, in addition to being forced to make a living, he also has a little bit of responsibility, seeing this situation, he quickly stood up.

"Don't worry, I'll pick it up for you. With that, Ning Caichen walked towards the lake,

Xiao Qianmiao's eyes turned, she glanced at Ning Caichen indifferently, and secretly pinched a magic trick in her hand, Ning Caichen only felt that his feet slipped, and he had already stepped into the air and fell directly into the lake.

"Oh, Childe, how are you?" Xiao Qian asked in a coquettish voice, with indescribable tenderness, listening to people's ears, there is a great charm that melts people.

Although Ning Caichen can swim, but in the middle of the night in this icy lake water, suddenly cold all over his body, he looked around, everywhere was misty water vapor, condensing frost, but there was still a trace of light veil.

"Childe, the water is cold at night, just forget it if you can't find it. Xiao Qianjiao opened her voice, and between her words, there was an indescribable charm on her body, which made her already beautiful even more tempting.

"Oh well. "Ning Caichen is an ordinary person after all, how can he withstand such confusion, and at that moment, the ghost envoy responded and returned to the lake.

Xiao Qian was in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, lightly exposing half of her white and tender calves and a delicate and small jade foot, leaning down half of her body, her jade arms were half naked, and she stretched out.

With the help of a beautiful woman, Ning Caichen quickly crawled back into the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, he gasped heavily, and said with palpitations: "Why is this lake so deep?"

In a state of confusion, he didn't even consider how there could be such a clear lake in such a gloomy mountain forest.

After all, he is an honest man, even in this state, he has not forgotten Jì Xiaoqian's white yarn, and after a short rest, he said to himself: "This lake is really deep and cold, but don't worry, girl, I will scoop it up for you tomorrow morning." ”

"Childe. What Xiao Qian wants is not the white yarn in the lake, she wants to be a man like Ning Caichen, and she pounced on the situation at the moment, and gently threw herself into Ning Caichen's arms, she knows her charm very well, and is confident that no man in the world can resist such a temptation.

Unexpectedly, what she encountered was an outlier.

Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he saw Xiao Qian leaning on his body, he hurriedly reached out to push Xiao Qian away. It's just that when he touched Miss Xiaoqian's body, he immediately couldn't help but shrink back, and asked out loud in puzzlement: "Girl, are you sick? Why are your hands colder than mine?"

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