In the pavilion, there was silence everywhere.

Grandma, who had narrowed her eyes, continued to slowly wipe the corners of her lips with her cuffs, and said softly: "Qingfeng, go and have a look."

Fu Qingfeng nodded and floated out.

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...

Push open the temple gate.

The scholar carrying a box cage pursed the corners of his lips, then put away the umbrella, stood under the eaves of the temple, and one hand seemed to be casually placed on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella on the ground.

Ning Yi knows more than anyone else where this place is.

In the sky of the Great Yin, the evil spirit here is particularly hidden, shrinking to the inner courtyard. It was originally a withered old temple, but now it is as new as yesterday, with red walls and white tiles.

The sword energy in the thin snow sword sheath flows slowly.

If Ning Yi drew his sword at this moment, he could split the ancient temple in front of him with a sword.

But he didn't have this idea.

First, I wanted to see what sacred place there is, and secondly... After all, he is "Ningchen", just a weak scholar who is "unable to tie a chicken". He wanted to see what the "Fu Qingfeng" girl from a wealthy family explained after "coming to visit".

If the mountain scroll is derived from the essence of the monster, he will indeed have to kill it with one sword, not just to practice the way for heaven. It is not a good thing that the bamboo slips of the sword holder are left outside.

There was a slight pause and no one came out.

Ning Yi continued to move forward without using his divine thoughts, just thinking that he was an ordinary scholar, but his six senses were still sharp, and even the surroundings could not avoid his senses.

After crossing the inner courtyard, a faint smell of blood echoed in the rain.

He walked along the corridor in the pavilion, and the rain gradually became less and the "small waterfalls" on the eaves on both sides were no longer turbulent, but fell to the ground.

In the dark weather, the lights swayed and blurred through a layer of window paper.

Before he could reach the main courtyard, a wooden door suddenly opened inward. Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, and a "red yarn" as fast as thunderbolt shot out, instantly wrapped himself inward. He subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but the breath of the sachet flowed in the scarf-

It's Fu Qingfeng.

Ning Yi did not resist, and his whole body was rolled up by the red gauze and fell into the door, and the door suddenly merged.

In Lanruo Temple, there was silence again.

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...

"Young Master Ning?"

Fu Qingfeng couldn't believe her eyes, she looked at the scholar who fell to the ground.

The lid of the bookcase was tilted open, and the books and pendants he gave him were scattered all over the floor. The scholar rubbed his head, smiled distressedly, squatted down in a hurry, and packed up the "items" on the ground.

"Ningchen" cleaned up a little randomly, took out an inch of neat red satin scarf from his sleeve, and smiled and said, "Miss Qingfeng... Your things have fallen on me, and I will give you this red gauze."

Fu Qingfeng did not go to pick up Hongsha, stared at the scholar, and said angrily: "Young Master Ning, are you following me?"

Ning Yi shook his head and did not explain anything. Instead, he looked up and looked around. There was a warmth here. The red veil was swaying by the wind, and there were neat ancient books on the head of the bed.

This is a private boudoir.

"Miss Qingfeng..." As soon as he spoke, Fu Qingfeng waved his sleeves coldly, wrapped the red scarf, and flew backwards heavily, smashing them into the wooden barrel used to bathe.

"Shh."

Fu Qingfeng raised a finger and lowered his voice and said, "Don't make a sound...or you will die."

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Fu Qingfeng said hurriedly: "Leave here soon. Grandma is very powerful. I can't protect you for too long."

After saying this.

The wind is getting louder.

Ning Yi looked at the woman with red veil soaked in the water, turned her back to her, her whole body was wet, with curves rising and falling, and layers of red veil swaying. Fu Qingfeng raised his hand and pulled it. The heavy box trembled slightly, as if it was being squeezed by someone at a distance. Countless silk threads emerged from the thin air between the two. Under Fu Qingfeng's pulling, the box tucked out of thin air, and pulled out several feet in parallel, and came to the next to the bucket.

The cage and the bucket made a soft sound.

Meanwhile, the door of the house opened.

The woman in green who helped "grandma" deliver the sword came here silently and suddenly pushed open the door.

Her eyes hesitated.

The red yarn is layered, and it is not real to see.

The graceful woman in the bucket slowly stood up and said mutely: "Sister Xiaoqing, if you don't go to send a sword for grandma, what are you doing here?"

"Fu Qingfeng." Xiaoqing did not respect the tone of the person inside the room. She said coldly: "I just saw some movement outside your room... Has someone come?"

Fu Qingfeng pressed one hand on Ning Yi's head.

"Ning Yi" drowned in the bucket did not speak. He raised his head, nodded at the red shiny woman, and signaled that he would not speak.

He is waiting for the follow-up.

"Swish--"

The water curtain is lifted.

A pair of slender white jade legs were raised in front of him. Fu Qingfeng hugged the red cloth wrapped in his chest with one hand, slowly got up, stepped out of the wooden barrel. After getting up, the smell of blood was slightly overflowing from the pool water, which was not strong... but it made Ning Yi raise his eyebrows.

These are blood... Is Fu Qingfeng injured?

"Grandma said there was something going on outside the temple. I just went to see it."

Through several layers of red yarn, Fu Qingfeng's voice was extremely calm, but her fingers were trembling. She stood silently in front of the wooden barrel cage without leaving any traces. She quietly held her heel against the cage and let it move gently to a safe place that would not be discovered.

"how?"

The woman in green with empty hands obviously had sent Jian back to the pavilion. At this moment, she hugged her arms, leaned against the door, and narrowed her eyes.

"No one, just a false alarm." Fu Qingfeng's voice was a little weak. After doing this, she quickly walked out of the Hongsha cover area and came to Xiaoqing, saying helplessly: "That man's knife just now was too fast, and he injured me. Xiaoqing, help me to my grandma's place, report the situation outside the temple... and ask for some elixirs."

The woman in green glanced at Fu Qingfeng's wound and smiled and said, "My good sister, on weekdays, sisters practice, grandma praised you for being the most talented and the fastest in practice. Why did you fail and get so embarrassed by that knife?"

Fu Qingfeng remained silent.

The two left the place silently one after another.

Ning Yi drilled out of the water tank.

He smiled and murmured, "This Fu Qingfeng is kind in his heart...but."

Fu Qingfeng advised himself to leave... He finally came here, how could he leave easily?

Ning Yi shook his head.

Before entering the temple.

He once saw eight horses outside the temple. It was obvious that someone entered the temple first, and he must have died at this moment.

The "Longlong Sutra" once said that at the bottom of the tomb, where the evil evil is extremely severe, many strange and unexplainable phenomena often arise. Some "yin things" are born in the place where the evil spirit is condensed.

It seems that in this ancient temple, there are some evil things alive.

These yin objects are cultivating against the will of heaven and sucking the yin energy. This place is close to the chasm. At this point, the yin energy has been absorbed. If you want to go further, you must eat the essence and suck out the yang energy of the stranger. The light in the daytime is too great, and the yin objects dare not cause trouble. You can only wait until the night to "sneak life". If you guessed correctly, one of the pedestrians just now was good at wind and thunder. The sharp sword energy was shocked and hurt Fu Qingfeng, leaving the scar on his snow-white waist.

The man is dead.

Among these evil things, the highest cultivation is "grandma". I don't know what kind of Taoism it is, but it is unlikely that they are "big devils" who transcend the realm of the life star.

These small yin objects have extremely beautiful appearances, but they look average in their practice. Fu Qingfeng, who is the one who is the most talented and fastest in practice, is just comparable to the practitioners at the sixth level among humans.

The young man is average in strength, and the old man probably isn't much stronger.

Ning Yi silently circulated the starlight in his body, evaporating the water vapor in his wet black shirt, and the mist was swelling. He raised his head and looked at the red boudoir. Although the sparrows were small, they were all complete. These dark things gathered here. On heavy rainy days, cloudy sky, pavilions first appeared, and ordinary humans with insufficient spiritual consciousness, perhaps the humble practitioners who practice humbly entered this place and would probably be confused by the "women" when they heard the sound of the piano and the singing.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

"The mountains and wild zodiacs, the genius and monsters are indeed like the unintentional product of the mountain word scroll..." Ning Yi let out a breath and silently looked at the ornaments in the house of "Fu Qingfeng". He raised his hand, and the box without wind automatically lifted the veil, and seven or eight small things flew out and flew into the palm of his palm.

The hairpin, which was as bright as jade, was gently wiped by Ning Yi's finger, and its extremely fierce divine nature broke through all illusions.

The white jade hairpin reveals its true form, just a white bone hairpin.

The other objects are like this...but although the material is yin and evil, the girl Fu Qingfeng has indeed devoted a lot of effort to carve and polish it, and it is all handmade. There are polishing tools on the table in the house. It can be seen that when the sun is yin and evil, she is making these gadgets here.

These gadgets are extremely time-consuming, and Fu Qingfeng also has an unfinished female red on the table. This needle embroidery is not made of those filthy things from the bottom of the nine kinds of things. Each needle and thread is all things from the world she stolen from outside.

The painting is a lantern and a guqin.

A gentle scholar sleeping peacefully on his side.

And the girl with a soft smile on the red gaze.

Ning Yi's eyes were moved.

He put all the small things that Fu Qingfeng gave him back to his position. He had never thought about this evil thing. Compared to "deception", he was more inclined to be "disguised" by himself. If he had uncovered his face and let Fu Qingfeng know his true identity, she would never have believed it as foolishly as before.

Now it seems that Fu Qingfeng seems to be really moved by himself...
To be continued...