Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 258 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

The evening sun cut a slope from the wall, and the woman's embroidered shoes ran over the weeds growing in the bluestone slabs, pressing on the young man who tried to steal money.

The boy's eyes widened in horror, he took out his purse with trembling hands, and begged for mercy: "Grandma, please forgive me, I will return the purse to you, and I will return it here."

He handed over the delicately embroidered pouch with both hands, his calves were trembling.

The boy named Sibao fled to Wanping County from other places. He was 13 years old this year. There was no one at home. He ran to Wanping County and didn’t know what to do. You have to steal some good things that can be worth money, or you have to be beaten.

Sibao had a lot of bruises and whips because he was clumsy and couldn't steal good things.

The local snake scolded him: "Are you worthy of the young master's life without the young master's compassion?"

Sibao was indeed unworthy, he just wiped off the stinky saliva on his face from the local ruffian, and silently searched for rich people with a lot of money to attack, as if this would reduce his sense of guilt.

If you become a thief, what morality do you need?Sibao lowered his head and stared at the toes of the woman in the white skirt, feeling ashamed.

This woman is a ghost. Is he going to die here today? He hasn't saved enough travel expenses. He originally planned to escape from the claws of local snakes and lead the state capital after saving enough money...

After all, he was going to live up to Brother Liu's expectations.

The heart sinks to the bottom little by little, nothing is more tormenting than waiting to die.

Sibao heard the female ghost ask him in a hoarse voice: "What's your name?"

Sibao was stunned and said, "My name is Liu Sibao." Because he was too frightened, his voice sounded like a mosquito.

"willow……"

"Hehe..." The female ghost in white dress suddenly sneered, as if she was stimulated by this surname, she grabbed Sibao's thin neck, and said bitterly, "Everyone with the surname Liu deserves to die..."

The veil of the woman in the white skirt fell to the ground, and the scars on her face were horrifying. With her emotional agitation when she spoke, black air overflowed from the scars.

A glamorous scholar in white clothes appeared in the woman's mind, with tears in her eyes.

She suddenly shouted: "Liu Lang..." Then a painful expression appeared on her face.

Sibao blushed and began to roll her eyes. The woman's eyes were clear for a moment, she let go of Sibao's hand, hugged her head in pain and screamed.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Sibao escaped from the suffocation, coughed uncontrollably, his feet were soft and weak, he was like a person who had just been rescued after falling into the water, and his consciousness was confused.

The female ghost's scream pierced through the eardrums, and Sibao's heart started to bleed, his ears bled, and his survival instinct made him scramble and walk out of the alley.

Horrific screams echoed throughout the alley, accompanied by the woman's cries, filled with bitterness and resentment.

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Three days passed, Fu Xian became more and more clingy.

He waited in the courtyard every morning, looking at her through the open window, and he could look at her for a long time without saying anything.

At her strong request, she moved next door to the male ghost, so it was much more convenient to change clothes.

But a certain ghost persevered in coming to her every day to discuss the Tao, chatting about everything from astronomy to geography, talking about heaven and earth, with the attitude of holding candlelight night talks.

Mu Xuan couldn't drive her away, so she had to ask him to find something to do. Yesterday she had a whim and said that she wanted to see camellias. Fu Xian found camellia saplings from nowhere, and patiently dug up the soil with a hoe, planted them, and watered them. .

He squatted next to the sapling and smiled with crooked brows and eyes, as if he was completely silly and sweet.

On the back hill of Qingxi Village, there are many camellia trees growing all over the mountains and plains. When spring comes, many small white buds emerge, just like a cardamom girl.

The white camellia has pure white and flawless petals, and the thin petals wrap the gold-like stamens, which is really beautiful.

Occasionally, Muxuan would go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables in her spare time, and find some herbs to sell for money. If she was lucky, she might be able to catch wild rabbits and improve her food.

In March and April, the climate is warm, and the vegetation grows on the mountain. Most of the camellia trees are in bloom, and the white ones bloom among the green leaves and branches. When the wind blows, the golden stamens are exposed, and there may be ants hiding inside.

The existence of ants shows that there is nectar in the camellia, and if you go there early, you may be able to collect clean flower dew.

Fu Xian fiddled with the camellia tree, and when the sun scorched at noon, he had to retreat to the room.

"When are you going to let me out?" Mu Xuan put her hands on the window and asked the ghost outside with her face propped up.

It's a kind of fun to tease the male ghost when you're tired from reading.

She put the ancient books back into the camphor wood box, carefully arranged the location of each book.

Fu Xian said that there were two big baskets full of books as funeral objects, and there were many orphaned copies in them. Mu Xuan has been reading those books eagerly these days, and has benefited a lot.

The male ghost turned around, with mud on his hands, and said with a smile, "Master, are you bored?"

Fu Xian patted his head, and said in distress: "Young Master Bingxue is smart, you should know that there is only one answer to this question."

"Then let's hear it." Mu Xuan was very interesting.

The male ghost turned his back to her again: "Qing Ruo wants to leave, but I don't want to let you go."

"Sooner or later, I'm going to go to the country test. I'll come back to see you after I finish the test. Don't worry that I'll forget you. After all, you are beautiful and beautiful, so how can I never go back?" Mu Xuan said with a scumbag The tone is full of drama.

He even said that his country is beautiful, this person is really a bastard, he dares to say anything.

"You heartless man, promise to stay with me all the time." The male ghost muttered bitterly, and went down with a hoe to clear away all the weeds.

He knew that scholars would always leave for scientific research, but he couldn't lie to him, the male ghost felt wronged.

Mu Xuan smiled: "When did I say 'always', come on, come here."

Fu Xian went over as promised, not very happy, "What's the matter?"

"Aw!" After being knocked violently on the head, the male ghost howled exaggeratedly, "Why did you hurt someone!"

The corners of Mu Xuan's lips curled up, her smile faltered, "This is called the interaction between friends, why, it hurts?"

She hooked her fingers, and said softly: "You claim to be my senior, why do you use inappropriate words when you speak out? Is this what bad guys use? Come on, let me teach you when to use this word."

Today, the scholar is wearing a plain white gown with a belt around his waist and a jade crown to tie his hair, revealing his full and smooth forehead.

Fu Xian looked at "his" smiling face, as if he had been bewitched, he leaned over and asked, "What are you going to teach me..."

Something soft was imprinted on his forehead, accompanied by the intrusion of the orchid fragrance, the warm touch was instant, Fu Xian's mind exploded, and he said blankly: "What... what are you doing?"

Mu Xuan raised his chin, tapped his face with the finger that has been holding a book all year round, with ambiguous frivolity, "Be a heartless person."

"!!!"

The male ghost backed up with a blushing face, bumped into a pillar not far away, and stammered, "You..."

"I'm sorry, it's me, Meng Lang." The scholar admitted his mistake so quickly that the male ghost who was being treated lightly couldn't react. He was dumbfounded when he heard the scholar chuckle and said, "I thought you would be happy."

She added: "Only people who care about it will do this."

Scholar is a hooligan! ! !
(End of this chapter)