I have a role in the heavens

Seeing that Meng Qi didn't respond, the young knight suddenly had an idea and suddenly realized it. He wiped the chopsticks on his clothes and then handed them over respectfully and said flatteringly.

"Senior, it has been wiped clean."

"Brother Chong? What are you doing?"

The pretty girl couldn't understand her lover's behavior at all, so she cried out.

"How can a young hero who is supposed to be upright be so humble?"

The handsome young hero showed a slight panic, but when he turned around, he had a righteous look and explained to the girl behind him.

"Qingmei, this senior has a majestic appearance and good demeanor. I was impressed at first sight. Alas, in today's world, many young people rely on their strength and the world is in chaos. They have no respect for the old seniors and have no chivalry. Such a shameless heart, how can we be the same as them? It should be noted that the elders have eaten more salt than we have eaten. It will be beneficial to listen more to their teachings. Old man, you are also a person with a father and a mother, so you should know the role of respecting the elderly and the virtuous."

The young hero seemed to have convinced himself, and the more he spoke, the more upright and convincing he became.

The pretty girl's eyes were filled with waves, as if there were bright stars shining inside: her admiration seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, and she said with a hint of apology.

"Brother Chong, there are few people in the world who respect the elderly, respect the wise, are humble and self-sufficient, and are chivalrous and courageous like you. I was not wrong about you!"

The handsome young hero quietly exhaled, turned his head, looked at the senior who was sitting calmly, and respectfully placed his chopsticks on the table. What he didn't know was that senior Meng Qi, who had a "mature and elegant" temperament, was slandering him like crazy.

"Damn it! You won't meet a strong man who can turn back time, will you?"

It was neither an illusion nor a dream. The words "turn back time" popped up in the mind of the senior master Meng Qi.

In the seat not far from Meng Qi, there was a white-faced scholar with a delicate appearance and a scholarly look. His Confucian shirt had been washed white and looked a bit shabby. He was carrying a bookcase made of bamboo strips behind his back. , soaking the steamed buns in a bowl of boiled water, and eating them as much as possible, as if they were eating some delicacies from the mountains and seas.

When time changed, the scholar stopped what he was doing and looked at the big steamed bun that appeared in his hand again, feeling speechless in his heart.

"I finally ate this tasteless steamed bun to resist hunger. It's really too much to turn back time and eat it again!"

"Is this what it feels like to reload the game after the character dies?"

The scholar suppressed his hunger and put down the steamed bun in his hand. He was worried that Meng Qi would not give up and kill the young knight again. After eating the steamed bun, it would return to its previous state. He might as well wait until he finished tossing it and left before eating it. After all, the steamed bun was soaked in water. Water is really not to his liking!

The scholar felt unhappy and sighed secretly. It was really unlucky that he was actually a famous undead knight. He made up his mind and would not do anything that went against the different paths of humans and ghosts.

Nie Xiaoqian is a female ghost under Grandma Shu who seduces passers-by. Even though she is extremely beautiful, she is just a dead person. Yin and Yang are separated, and humans and ghosts have different paths. It is not a good thing to be entangled with her. Scholars don't like to be that undead knight.

Meng Qi looked at the handsome young hero calmly, feeling that his blood, muscles, skin, bones, costumes, spirits and storage bags of a first-class master were all clearly presented in his heart. Even the little bloody flag was difficult to see. Escape from Wisdom Eyes, but there are no items related to Zhou Guang.

"This is very strange, please pay more attention..."

Meng Qi didn't dare to touch the other party's memory fragments rashly, for fear of causing irreversible changes, so he still acted like a master, flicked his chopsticks and said.

"In today's world, there are not many young people who understand etiquette like you."

The handsome young hero was overjoyed when he heard this and held his hands in admiration.

"Junior Nangong Chong, from Dinghu, this is junior's fiancée Du Qingqing. She heard that there is a ghost near Lanruo Temple, an ancient Buddhist temple, and came here to kill demons. I don't know what you call her, senior?"

Hearing the word fiancée, a blush spread on Du Qingqing's smooth white face, feeling shy and happy at the same time.

At this time, the left envoy of Cangtian Sect next to him heard Lanruo Temple, his heart moved, and he asked with a smile.

"Is Lanruo Temple haunted?"

They happened to be here to inquire about Lanruo Temple. It was a chance encounter. Unexpectedly, they got some information from Nangong Chong.

Meng Qi's blue shirt was slightly darker in color and he looked dark and simple when facing the window. He glanced at Zuo Shi without emotion and thought to himself.

"He really doesn't remember what happened when he was attacked just now. Time has really flowed backwards!"

"Back to my predecessors, a few years ago the monks of Lanruo Temple died mysteriously one after another, turning the neighborhood into a ghost land. Fortunately, Master Shaotian passed by and cleared away the ghost atmosphere and restored tranquility to the area. As a result, Lanruo Temple became a resting place for passers-by. However, in recent times, travelers have died suddenly in the temple from time to time, just like several corpses."

Nangong Chong explained everything about Lanruo Temple in detail from beginning to end, not forgetting to mention himself.

"Dinghu Lake is close to here, so after hearing about it, the younger generation volunteered to come and eliminate the ghosts."

Zuo Shi asked a few more specific questions, and Nangong Chong gave detailed answers, giving him and Meng Qi a general understanding of the situation at Lanruo Temple. Because he had abundant good deeds and was not afraid of mission failure, Meng Qi was far more interested in the matter of time reversal than the old demon from Montenegro, so he slowly stood up and said with his hands behind his back.

"We are from Cangtian Sect, and we are going to Lanruo Temple. If you want to follow, then you can follow."

"Yes, senior!"

Nangong Chong looked happy, pulled Du Qingqing and followed Meng Qi to Lanruo Temple.

After a few people left, the scholar ate the steamed bun again with an ugly look on his face, and then got up and walked towards Lanruo Temple. After all, he was the leading actor of Lanruo Temple. If he didn't go, how would the fun start?

That's right, this scholar is Lu Chunyang's alter ego, Ning Caichen, who is known as one of the Four Wonderful Men. Together with the grass python hero Xu Hanwen, the immortal immortal Dong Yong, and the Cao Chong technician Luo Eleven, he has attracted countless men. Endless admiration.

Ning Caichen was walking on the mountain path. The surrounding vegetation was lush and the environment was dark and a bit strange and eerie. It was desolate and sparsely populated. Although the empress was alive and suppressed the government and the public, she could not be divided into thousands of people. She was outside the city and in the countryside. In the wild, there are always some monsters causing mischief and devouring blood and food.

Ning Caichen seemed to be powerless and could not move as fast as Meng Qi and others. It was not until evening that a ruined temple appeared in front of him.

The temple is located in the mountains, just blocking the north-south access road. It is surrounded by dense forests. The trees have gnarled roots and lush branches and leaves, which block the sunlight. Even if the sun has not completely set, the forest looks dark and cold. .

When Ning Caichen arrived in front of the temple, what he heard was the crow of crows, and what he saw was the yellow wall covered with vines. The fallen leaves were not swept away by anyone, and the wind was blowing, leaving everything in sight. Above the half-broken gate, there is a half-hanging and half-dragging plaque, obliquely informing the world that this place is "Lanruo Temple".

Ning Caichen could sense the gloomy meaning without deliberately sensing it. His face remained motionless and he walked slowly forward. Every step he took happened to step on a fallen leaf, but he did not trample or dirty them. Pushing open the temple door, we walked through the square filled with bird droppings and entered the main hall with traces of fire.

Ning Caichen looked a little tired as he stepped over the threshold and entered the hall. He saw a rough man standing in front of him. His aura was calm and rock-like. He carried a broad sword on his back and looked mighty and majestic. Not far from him, Meng Qi and others were sitting on the ground.

The rough man glanced at Ning Caichen, who had no strength to bind a chicken, and felt that he had no real energy and magic power, and was a scholar who did not know how to practice, so he kindly reminded him.

"Lanruo Temple is haunted, it's best not to stay."

Meng Qi's heart moved slightly, his eyes were deep, as if there was a whole world hidden inside, and there was no emotion at all. He looked at Ning Caichen secretly, with some respect and surprise in his heart.

"Is this the legendary undead knight Ning Caichen? It's just that his appearance feels a bit familiar, and he is very similar to senior Lu Chunyang?!"

Meng Qi frowned slightly, thinking deeply as he thought about the legendary features Zeng Tingchong mentioned to the Taoist.

"Is it possible that this is Senior Lu Chunyang's other self? It's just because Senior Lu has never been the only one in the world to become a legend, so he hasn't awakened yet!"

Ning Caichen's body seemed to be very weak. He was a standard frail scholar who couldn't lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders. There was a bit of sweat on his face and he was breathing heavily.

"It's getting dark, it's getting late, and it's even more dangerous outside!"

"My Ning Caichen, I have met you all!"

With a cry, a cold wind blew by, as if swirling. Ning Caichen is a standard handsome scholar, slightly thin, with a bit of panic and fear in his expression. His acting skills are skillful and there are no flaws, he murmured to himself.

"You don't want to talk about the strange power that confuses the gods."

Ning Caichen seemed frightened by the gloomy mountains and forests at sunset, the cries of crows, and the bone-chilling wind.

"Indeed, the road is more dangerous at night!"

Yan Chixia was not a stubborn person. After thinking for a while, she kindly warned Ning Caichen.

"Master Ning, you must stay here in the main hall after nightfall. You must not wander around other places in Lanruo Temple, let alone sleep in the Zen room."

When Yan Chixia said this, she stopped and glanced at everyone. She saw Meng Qi leaning against a beam, his body relaxed, his eyes half open and half closed, his right hand gently patting his knee, and Sun Junlin, Nangong Chong and Du Qingqing on the left showed a slight expression. He sensed on guard that all around him were people with strong energy and blood, and their strength must be extraordinary, so he added.

"As long as you are not the only one in the palace, there is no need to be afraid of any ghosts. If you are the only one left, you will follow him and never do your own thing."

Yan Chixia is chivalrous and courageous. She looks rough, but in fact she is as careful as hair. She is even more heroic, hates evil as much as hatred, and helps the weak, so she cares for Ning Caichen so much.

Ning Caichen nodded without any opinion. He could hear Yan Chixia's good intentions. In comparison, everyone else seemed indifferent, so he nodded hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your brother's surname."

"Surname Yan, courtesy name Chixia, from the north."

Yan Chixia answered briefly and concisely, then fell into silence.

Ning Caichen put down his bookcase, collected dead branches and leaves, and then found fire folds, hoping to light a fire to keep warm. Perhaps he was running so fast in the last section that he was a little exhausted now. He still couldn't get rid of the fire and was panting from exhaustion.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia flicked her finger, and a spark flew down. The pile of branches and leaves immediately burst into flames, and the hall was lit up.

"Thank you, Master Yan!"

Yan Chixia nodded slightly. She was not good at words. Most swordsmen were like this. Nangong Chong and Meng Qi were probably the only ones present who had out-of-character personalities and liked to talk. However, both of them were now playing their own characters and did not want their characters to collapse. , so it was also very silent.

Although he ate a steamed bun in the inn, his body was still mortal and could not withstand hunger. Ning Caichen took out the steamed buns again and roasted them on the fire. Compared with soaking the steamed buns in boiling water, the roasted steamed buns were still better. The taste was slightly better, and the burnt smell of the grain gave him a little more appetite. He gave in to Yan Chixia. After being rejected by him, he held a baked golden steamed bun and gnawed it, not caring about the attention of everyone.

Time passed quickly, and the sun completely set in the west. The bright moon and stars were obscured by thick clouds. The earth was dark and pitch black. Only the fire in the hall was swaying with red light.

A gust of wind blew through the dilapidated hall. It was different from the usual cold, and there was a kind of creepy gloominess. Perhaps it was due to the blowing in from the gap, the friction made a sound like a ghost crying, which made people shiver uncontrollably and felt that their scalp was numb.

Ning Caichen drank some water at noon and felt his lower abdomen bulging. He wanted to urinate. He suddenly stood up and said to Yan Chixia.

"Master Yan, I want to go out for a while!"

Yan Chixia was in the exterior scene. How could she not feel Ning Caichen's physical condition? She had already thought about it, pointed to the big hole in the side wall, and said.

"You dig it out from here and deal with it next to the main hall. If there is any danger, I will be able to detect it."

Ning Caichen didn't say much, and walked towards the hole in a state of great urgency, but he couldn't run, his legs were clamped, and he took small steps very fast.

Ning Caichen dug out the big hole, took a few more steps, found a stone pillar in the corridor, and untied his belt.

"call……"

Ning Caichen looked relieved and was tying up his belt when he suddenly sensed Meng Qi's prying eyes. He secretly felt unlucky in his heart. The damn little monk actually peeped on her urinating. He must pay the price in the future.

Just as Ning Caichen was fuming, suddenly a whimpering sound came from behind him, soft and low, and extremely sad.

In the main hall, Yan Chixia stood up suddenly. Just now, a gust of wind blew by, and she lost her sense of Ning Caichen.

"What a strong evil spirit! I should have gone out with you just now!"

Yan Chixia felt guilty and pulled out the broad sword behind her. It seemed to be made of brass, but it was horribly heavy and hard, and the surface was covered with a glimmer of sword energy. Yan Chixia took a step and appeared outside the big hole. Her sword intent spread, dispersing the dark wind and looking for clues.

Yan Chixia subconsciously turned around and looked at Meng Qi, who seemed old but not old, young but not young. She saw that he still had his eyes closed, looking enigmatic and not at all surprised by what just happened.

Nangong Chong hesitated for a moment, pulled Du Qingqing to his feet, and asked Meng Qidao in a low voice for instructions.

"Senior, junior is a man of the right path and cannot ignore death."

Yan Chixia is a great hero in the world and everyone admires her. If he has a negative impression of her, the reputation she has worked so hard to accumulate will be greatly reduced.

Meng Qile saw him doing something and wanted to better observe Nangong Chong's weirdness, nodded slightly and said.

"Go ahead, I'll sit here."

Nangong Chong didn't waste any time, escaped from the big cave with Du Qingqing, and said to Yan Chixia.

"Master Yan, we are here to help you."

"Evil spirits are tyrannical, so be careful."

Yan Chixia glanced at Nangong Chong and the other two with slight admiration, and made a cautious comment.

The main hall was gone, only the corridors were there. Ning Caichen didn't have any nervousness or fear on his face. He calmly turned around and looked behind him, and a clear voice sounded.

"When you read the books of sages and sages, you will feel awe-inspiring, and ghosts and gods will not be able to get close to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the endless awe-inspiring energy rose up in his heart. The vast and righteous energy, the supreme sun, was about to fill the heaven and earth and activate the laws of heaven and earth. However, it was suppressed by his mind and was firmly locked in the inner world and could not be exposed.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her, draped in plain white gauze, with icy skin and jade skin vaguely visible. She was hazy and particularly enchanting. She was squatting in the corner, sobbing.

The figure turned its head, revealing a face that would make people lose consciousness even in a gloomy environment. The eyebrows were slightly rough and dark, but they did not hide the beauty at all. The eyes were crystal clear, like an innocent deer, giving people a cool and cold feeling. , the looming skin and the seductive temptation can't make her look wanton, but reveal a bit of innocence.

"Master, leave quickly, grandma asked me to harm you."

This girl's eyes are filled with tears, and her pear blossoms are covered with rain. She is particularly touching, and her sadness is beyond words.

"She is so charming and youthful. No wonder she can turn a nerd like Ning Caichen into an undead knight!"

Ning Caichen looked at the female ghost without any fear. He looked at Nie Xiaoqian calmly and commented secretly in his heart.

"I don't know what to call the girl? I, Ning Caichen, know a swordsman who loves to interfere with injustices. If the girl is threatened by that grandma, he should have a way to save you."

"It's useless. Grandma is so strong. Several swordsmen who came before were killed by her."

"My name is Nie Xiaoqian, and I am a lonely ghost under my grandma."

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know it was because of her natural instinct that she didn't want to help others, so she told her openly without any idea of ​​hiding anything. I really don't know how Grandma Shu could allow her to betray her so brazenly.

"That is Daxia Yan Chixia, one of the most powerful swordsmen in the world."

Ning Caichen didn't care what Nie Xiaoqian and Lao Lao Shu thought, and tried hard to play his role well, a nerd who was ignorant of the world.

"Master Yan Chixia Yan?!"

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly lit up, her face was radiant, and she was even more charming and charming. It made people understand why the profession of undead knight exists. Letting such a stunning female ghost go will really make people regret it for the rest of their lives. .

"If it is really him, I hope the young master will ask him to go to a poplar tree with a black nest in the forest and smash the jar of my ashes. Otherwise, he will never be able to get rid of grandma's control."

At this time, Yan Chixia, Nangong Chong, and Du Qingqing were searching both sides. Nangong Chong held the long sword and cautiously opened the door of a Zen room.

Squeak, the door opened, revealing a large bucket with hot water and white steam inside. A naked woman sat in it, covering her chest with her hands in a hurry. Her skin was as white as snow, and she suddenly appeared in spring.

Nangong Chong kept looking at it. Suddenly, a black shadow hung down from his head, scratched his protective secret treasure, and penetrated his head.

"ah!"

Du Qingqing, who witnessed this scene, let out a pitiful wail, with a heartbroken look on his face. He looked at this scene in disbelief. Nangong Chong was killed by the female ghost in one blow, without any resistance.