The woman plucked the strings, mixed with delicate voices.

The song is over.

The "slim" scholar hugged his knees with his hands, buried his head in his arms, breathing evenly, his black shirt was undulating, and it seemed that he was asleep.

It’s almost dawn. These days, this woman named “Fu Qingfeng” appears here every day. The two of them don’t do anything, maybe just chatting, playing the piano, singing, and reciting poetry.

"Young Master Ning... It's getting late, Qingfeng is leaving." Fu Qingfeng stood up and spoke in a very light voice.

Looking at the "scholar" who was sleeping in a drowsy manner, his eyes were full of softness.

She did not disturb Ning Yi, and gently took off the red gauze covering her shoulders, covered her shoulders, and stood up and left with the guqin.

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...

The light fell into the woods.

Ning Yi slowly opened his eyes and looked calm and composed.

As usual before, Ning Yi's soul could not sense the traces of "Fu Qingfeng" leaving.

"It's not a ghost cultivator, it's not a monster, what is that?"

The scholar's face was no longer soft, but confused. After these days, he found that "Fu Qingfeng" was not a bad person, and he seemed to be a bit too good to himself. Every time he met, he would always bring some gifts, similar to hand-painted and detailed calligraphy and paintings, objects polished by himself, such as hairpins, jade bead necklaces, pendants, etc.... These things are very beautiful when making them, so Ning Yi did not refuse, but silently accepted them, put them in a box, and waited for the day to return to Jinhuacheng Inn, and then studied them carefully after taking them out.

Without the evil spirit of the ghost cultivator, nor the demon clan's spirit.

In short, if Fu Qingfeng was a human being, she must be a "good person", at least a person who is very good to "Ningchen".

But it’s a pity... the stories in this world are not so beautiful and simple.

If Ning Chen was really a poor scholar, Fu Qingfeng was really a daughter of a wealthy family. During the "trick" every night, the two might slowly develop some different feelings. Due to the huge difference in identity, they inevitably encounter many troubles... But as long as they are sincere and believe that the final outcome will be favored by God, and it will not be too bad.

Fu Qingfeng gave Ning Yi carefully selected gifts every day, and of course Ning Yi also gave him one... a "sachet" he made by himself and spent a lot of effort to make it several days. It looked simple and nothing, with crushed talisman powder inside.

You give me a white jade hairpin, and you have a kind heart.

It's a pity that I can't be moved.

As long as the sachet was worn by her, Ning Yi could track it all the way. He wanted to figure out the origin of "Fu Qingfeng", not because he couldn't stand those non-human things that could not appear in the sunlight, but that all this may be related to the mountain scroll.

Around the mountain scroll, there is a misty spiritual energy. The near-death old demon who escaped from southern Xinjiang can use this to heal his wounds. If you get closer, you will not know if it will nourish monsters and creatures that should not be nourished.

Leaning against the tree, Ning Yi sighed softly.

Sniff the nose.

A faint fragrance of a woman came.

Ning Yi lowered his head. He had a thin red gauze in his hand. Before Fu Qingfeng left, he specially kept the red gauze for himself.

The woman in red who played the piano every day had already left.

Some subtle and indescribable light flashed in his eyes, and he quietly lifted the cage, folded the red yarn neatly, put it into the bookcase, and then left silently.

This time it's different.

He did not rush to leave the grave and returned to Jinhua City.

Instead, he used the tip of a thin snow umbrella as a crutch and walked step by step towards the pagoda outside the city.

The scent of the sachet is there.

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...

It is said that the treacherous graves are extremely evil and need to be suppressed by pagodas.

But in fact, this Thousand Buddha Pagoda has long been abandoned. If a practitioner steps in it, it is not difficult to see that the Thousand Buddha Pagoda is so strong that it is even more powerful than the chasing tillage. During the day, the light shines heavily, and the sunlight hangs on the top of the tower. The entire pagoda looks glazed and pure. At night, the wind will attack and the yin and yang will be reversed.

If nothing unexpected happens, a ghost cultivator once desecrated this place and filthed Buddha statues, causing the efforts of Lingshan to be built here for many years to waste.

The black-shirted scholar with fine snow as his pole stopped here silently. He climbed a small desert mountain that was not high and looked at the pagoda from afar, feeling complicated.

There is an ancient temple next to the pagoda.

In the dilapidated temple, withered vines tangled around the courtyard, the plaque that was about to fall, the rusty bronze characters were engraved with two words.

Lan Ruo.

Lanruo Temple.

Flowers bloom and fall for countless years.

The dust was gone during the sun, and there was no one in the temple. The breath of the sachet stopped at Lanruo Temple, without any trace.

The temple is empty.

The scholar with a look of compassion, stood on the small desert mountain, looked at the ancient temple calmly, and looked up at the sky.

Sure enough...are you not a human?

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...

A heavy rain, without warning.

It arrived in the afternoon.

The entire Jinhua City was shrouded in a dark cloud. The young Taoist priest from Bulao Mountain thoughtfully, no longer lit candles to read books, but blew out the candlelight and walked out of the Taoist temple silently.

The mountains are full of thunder, bright as daylight.

At the gate of Jinhua City.

A row of iron cavalry rushed out, the sound of horse hooves was dull, and they trampled on the mud in the heavy rain.

Seven or eight middle-aged men with ferocious faces, different heights, fat and thin, rode on horseback and looked sinister when they raised their heads. They were from the East Realm. They were just passing by and were eager to send some "goods", but they never expected that it would suddenly rain heavily here.

After a moment.

The extremely powerful raindrops hit the roof, falling down along the fish scale-like tiles, like a waterfall hanging on the spring.

The dilapidated ancient temple was completely refreshed by the heavy rain. Even the shaky "Lan Ruo" plaque was re-uprighted at some point. The Thousand Buddha Pagoda next to it emitted a faint holy light in the rain.

Eight black horses were tied outside the temple and found a roof that could barely shelter from the rain.

Eight people picked a few large banana leaves outside the temple, which could barely cover one or two.

A white and fat man holding a large banana leaf was pale and muttered softly.

"The old man... As the saying goes, no one enters the ancient temple... I really want to go into this place to shelter from the rain? Why do I feel a sense of evil spirit?"

The "Gu Laoda" who was wiping the body of Yinliang's blade was named Gu Huo.

Gu Huo was thin, wearing a tattered hemp robe, tied with copper arm guards, his wrists and waist were tied tightly by circles of hemp ropes, making his whole temperament look gloomy. There was a long, cross-straight scar on his cheek, without any expression, and he was already ferocious enough. At this moment, he looked calm and looked up at the plaque in front of him.

The seven fat and thin men behind him are all his brothers. They come out together on weekdays and make decisions.

Gu Huo slowly put his knife in the sheath, narrowed his eyes, thinking.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said softly: "The magic order from Liuli Mountain in the East Realm has been released. Three Saints Mountain will kill the demons of Daze. It is unlikely that there will be ghost cultivators here... Just listen to those common sayings in the martial arts world, there is no need to take them seriously, let alone..."

Gu Huo raised his hand and pointed to the "Thousand Buddha Pagoda" not far away, and smiled and said, "Did you see that pagoda? Pure glass, no dust, there is no filthy thing in the world, dare to take root here? After coming along the way, Jinhua City is peaceful, and perhaps there are kind people here, willing to receive us."

The seven brothers looked at each other and nodded in belief.

Eight people, led by Gu Huo, slowly stepped into this "Lanruo Temple".

The temple was indeed peaceful and there was no sign of defeat. The vines climbing on the courtyard wall did not show any bleakness in the autumn rain, but were spring. When entering the temple, a brother shouted a few times, but no one responded.

There was no one in the temple... but it didn't look like it was no one. There was a pie next to the well and a brand new well rope. Gu Huo narrowed his eyes and looked around carefully. The brother who had been trekking all the way shouted a few times, but after receiving no response, he squatted down and dug a pie of water from the well.

When walking outside, be careful and cautious.

The brother took out a scoop of well water and confirmed it to Gu Huo. The well water in the scoop was clear.

It's indeed not a Kushi.

"Someone lives here, otherwise it wouldn't be like this."

I don't know if I was relieved or tightened my mind... Gu Huo rubbed his eyes, but he had heard many rumors. Don't live alone in the nameless orphan temple in the East Realm. There are many ghost cultivators, and Buddha statues are hard to hide. If you meet them, those ghost cultivators like to scare people and then take away the five internal organs... He has no idea, but in his waist, there is a "talisman" that a senior practitioner once gave him. It is said that he can explore the yin energy. Those ghost cultivators will avoid one or two, and they can also feel it. After trekking all the way, without any risks, it is the function of the talisman.

The group slowly and cautiously stepped into Lanruo Temple and found that this was not a small temple.

Deep in the inner courtyard, there are pavilions standing. In the thunder, the lights sway, and the reflection of the candle can be seen vaguely.

There are also light choruses and zithers, as well as the soft and ethereal voices of the women.

The candle is misty.

Someone saw these graceful shadows through a layer of window paper and looked a little dazed.

Gu Huo frowned, tiptoed, quietly walking against the wall, and approached the pavilion so close to the pavilion. The group looked at each other with great understanding. He gently drooled a little with one finger and poked the window paper.

check it out.

Everyone was shocked... There was a pool of spring water in the pavilion, filled with mist, and three or four young women who had taken off their clothes were laughing and leaning over in the pool, with beautiful scenery and beautiful faces.

Lying next to the pool water, just a distance from the door to push the door, a woman with a beautiful face and extremely gentle eyebrows and eyes, was in no inch, and only had a piece of red gauze on her shoulders.
To be continued...