Great Sui Guoshi

The next moment, the picture scroll placed on the table rolled suddenly, landed on the ground with a bang, rolled and unfolded, a blue light flashed in the scholar's line of sight, and at the same time, the woman behind the screen heard the soft sound and turned around. He leaned over the screen and looked outside.

"what happened?"

Wang Chongwen, who was walking back and forth over there, turned around and picked up the scroll on the ground with a smile.

"The scroll was not put away properly and fell to the ground."

Outside the window, the peeping scholar went straight to the top of his head, staring at the crack in the back of the woman's head, his teeth rattling up and down, and slowly stepped back, pointing at the window, speechless.

"There are some..."

Before he could say anything, his mouth was covered by the companion next to him.

"Scared like this..." "It must be a monster, hurry up!"

Seeing his expression, the other three didn't go to look at him. They left in a hurry, ran a few steps, then turned back, picked up the terrified scholar, and ran to the back door with experience.

As soon as he came to the street, Shu, who was too scared to speak, let go of his voice completely.

"Wow--"

"There's a ghost!!!"

The four of them ran wildly along the long street and fled in panic.

"Brother Chongwen, is it wrong to leave there?!" "Do you want to go back?"

"Just go and inform Mrs. Sister-in-law!"

The scholar who saw the ghost with his own eyes suddenly stopped and called the three companions in front of him:

"Damn it, I seemed to see a scroll rolling to the ground, and there was a flash of blue light."

The other three scholars also stopped and looked at each other.

"Painting scroll? You mean that weird scholar sold it to Brother Chongwen?"

"Maybe a tall man."

After muttering and discussing for a while, the four of them finally turned in the direction and followed the previous street. There were no calligraphy and painting stalls on the street.

"What should I do? People are gone."

One person looked at the closed inn not far away, "Go over there and ask."

The night wind whimpered and blew across the long street. The shop guy who had been busy all day shook the rag on his shoulders and was about to close the shop. The sound of crackling footsteps approached from far away. He thought there was another customer, and greeted him with a smile on his face. .

The four scholars who came in came in panting, and asked directly.

"Xiao Er, have you ever seen a dirty-dressed scholar with a donkey by his side?"

Entering the door is a customer, so the shop assistant will naturally not get angry, pointing to the upstairs.

"There is one, about the same age as the four, I don't know if it's the person the guest officer is looking for."

Tread Tread...

After climbing up the wooden ladder, under the guidance of Xiaoer, the four of them knocked anxiously on the door of that room. After a while, they heard footsteps coming from inside.

squeak……

Amidst the groans unique to the old wooden door, Lu Liangsheng yawned, and opened the door. Seeing the four scholars with panic-stricken faces outside, he was slightly taken aback.

...It came true so quickly?

Before the four of them could open their mouths, they waved their robes, and the Moon Misty Sword and the painting scroll in the bookshelf flew towards him and fell into his hands. He glanced at the stunned four people outside the door, turned around and walked to the window, opened the window, and looked The orientation of the painting that was sold.

The long sword was turned over and stuck to his arm, and he jumped out of the window. Four people outside the door rushed in, only to see in the darkness, roof tiles rattling, and the figure of the scholar jumping around, dragging his clothes. The robe flits into the distance.

After swallowing his saliva, someone slammed on the window frame.

"I remembered... Isn't this person the scholar from the mountain temple a year ago?!"

..........

In the Wang's house, the lights were warm and yellow. Wang Chongwen was sitting on a round stool, holding the scroll and tapping his palm lightly, still struggling in his heart.

"The sage said, cultivate righteousness with virtue...but I haven't become a sage yet."

After trying to adjust his breathing, he got up and said goodbye.

"Girl, it's getting late. There are some pastries here. If you eat something, go to bed early, and then go back."

"Oh, don't go yet."

A soft female voice sounded from behind the screen, and she suddenly stretched out her slender arms, pointing to the side of the bed.

"My lord, I forgot to bring my concubine's baggage. There are clothes in it that need to be changed. Can you bring them here for me?"

The woman's voice seemed to be seductive. Wang Chongwen took a deep breath, walked over, and picked up the package on the bedside. There was a faint fragrance on it, which was really pleasant.

"What's the scent on yours? It smells so good."

Pass the burden to the side of the screen, say something casually, to resolve the embarrassment, the next moment, a gentle streak flashed across the screen, bumped into him suddenly, and fell directly into his arms.

The woman brushed Wang Chongwen's lips with her fingertips, and took a deep breath from nose to mouth, and a wisp of white air that ordinary people could not see was sucked out.

"The smell on the concubine is even more fragrant, you might as well smell it."

A strange fragrance permeated his nostrils, Wang Chongwen looked at the beauty who was close at hand, the bag in his hand fell to the ground with a slap, he couldn't help but lift it up, and touched it.

There was a buzzing in my head.

... so slippery.

In the silence, when the two hugged each other and went to the bed, a bird song suddenly came from the scroll, which woke Wang Chongwen up.

"Girls can't!"

Hastily pulled away to leave, but the sleeve was caught by the woman, and she couldn't break free no matter what.

"Lang Jun, it's almost a good thing, how can you leave me alone and endure loneliness."

"No, I have a wife, not to mention your origin and background are unknown..."

Wang Chongwen stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, but he didn't move at all. He immediately understood that something was wrong. While struggling, his sleeves split open with a hiss, and he threw himself on the desk, the candle fell down with a bang.

The flames were extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Soft footsteps approached slowly, and the woman's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Lang Jun... don't be afraid, I won't eat you."

Wang Chongwen kicked his feet on the ground and backed up again and again, yelling in a panic: "Come here!" "There is a ghost!"

What answered him was a sudden gust of wind.

woooooooo~~~

A gust of wind blew through the courtyard, and the big trees in the courtyard frantically swayed their branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

The woman who was close to Wang Chongwen suddenly raised her head, and the doors and windows were shaking.

The cold moon shone outside the house, and a slender figure with fluttering hair floated silently from the side of the eaves outside, and stopped outside the paper window at the door, motionless.

a moment.

The windows and doors were pushed inward, and the fierce Yin Qi rushed in, enveloping the dazed woman in the room, and what she saw was a dark green face bleeding from all seven orifices.

Moment.

The scarlet nails stretched out, grabbed the woman's flesh, and pulled.

With a hiss, a complete piece of human skin was lifted into the air and landed in front of Wang Chongwen. Looking at the lifelike beauty's face on it, and then at the green-faced fangs and mucus-covered evil ghost over there, he rolled his eyes and fell down with a bang. On the ground, unconscious.

"what--"

The evil ghost whose skin was stripped screamed shrilly, turned around and rushed towards a wall.

"Want to go?!"

A sudden sentence sounded from the roof, and almost at the same time, the roof burst open, a long sword rushed down obliquely, tore open the ghost's flesh and passed through the chest, and nailed it to the wall with a bang.

In an instant, the evil ghost strung on the sword slapped the wall with both hands, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Lu Liangsheng descended from the roof, walked in, waved his sleeves, stood up on the lamp post that had fallen on the desk, lit up the flame again, walked to Wang Chongwen's side, checked his pulse, and spent a little mana passing through.

"The gift of eight essays has been returned by Lu Liangsheng."

After finishing speaking, with a hook of his hand, Yue Hao who was stuck on the wall dragged out a soft moan and flew back backwards.

With Hong Lian, he left quietly.

Chapter 126 Second Book

woof woof...

In the middle of the night, the barking of dogs occasionally sounded somewhere in the city, and the people sleeping peacefully in the house were suddenly awakened by the sound of the eaves, opened the windows and looked out.

"Who, throwing stones in the middle of the night!!"

The black shadow flashed to the end, stepped on the courtyard wall and galloped, jumped, and stepped on a tree again, the branches and leaves bent and rebounded, making a soft sound.

The open window on the second floor of the inn, Lu Liangsheng turned over and came in, shook his robe and blew a few leaves out of the window.

"Master, have those people left?"

"gone."

Under the bed, Taoist Toad yawned and staggered out, kicked up his calves and jumped to the edge of the bed, slowly climbed up, and lay down against the side of the wooden sleeper.

"Have you paid back the favor of eight words?"

"Of course I paid it back."

Lu Liangsheng waved Yue Hao to the bookshelf, and with a soft 'kuang' sound, he inserted it firmly into the gap, walked to the basin rack and washed his hands, stretched out the towel and wiped it twice.

"It's just an evil ghost, whose morality is not as high as that of Hong Lian, who uses painted skin to pretend to be a beautiful woman to lure lustful people and absorb Yang Qi."

While talking, Nie Honglian also floated in, holding something in her hand and shaking it.

"How did you get this thing back?"

Lu Liangsheng stared at what she was dragging in her hand, which was the skin of the painted skin ghost from before. The scholar frowned, and with Hong Lian's temperament, if it was useless, he would definitely not take it back.

"let me see."

With a soft voice, Taoist Ha came over to take a look. Toad on the couch waved his hands, opened his eyelids, and then closed them again.

"It's very strange, but it's just a little thing."

Over there, Hong Lian's reluctant painted skin shook open in the air, and spread it silently on the table. Lu Liangsheng held up the oil lamp to illuminate it, and lightly brushed it with his fingertips. It was as soft and delicate as human skin, and even the pores could be clearly seen. Recognizable, also has hands and feet.

Only the face...

Lu Liangsheng took the towel, dipped it in water and wiped it vigorously, and it turned into a gloomy and disfigured face in a moment, and the whole human skin looked extremely weird.

"This is not real human skin, no matter how much the outline of the human face is peeled off, it will not become like this."

Hong Lian didn't care, picked it up preciously.

"Young master, you draw my image on it."

"What are you drawing so well, and you..." At this point, Lu Liangsheng stopped talking, and suddenly thought that the ghost must be wandering around, and it should not only come out at night, if he passes by the big city, he will definitely be arrested by the city god , so it can also move around during the day. In other words, this skin is likely to allow ghosts to move around during the day.

... No wonder Hong Lian likes it so much.

Lu Liangsheng looked at the woman covering the painted skin, smiled and found a writing brush, Hong Lian quickly put down the skin, and obediently floated to the bookshelf to fetch inkstone and paper.

"My concubine helps the young master grind ink."

The bright moon faded away from the clouds, and the sound of beating watches walked across the street, causing several dogs to bark.

On the window lattice with lights on, Hong Lian flicked the wick lightly, and the candle became brighter.

The brush in Lu Liangsheng's hand was shining slightly, drawing out the crescent eyebrows, the eyes below the tips were full of joy, the two dimples were well-proportioned, the tip of the brush swam out a little, and the corners of the lips were slightly drawn.

The lights are warm and yellow, occasionally shaking slightly.

Hongxiu caressed her over, and Hong Lian looked at the side face of the scholar who was engrossed in the light, and then at the gradually forming face on the table walking on the tip of the pen.

He lowered his head in secret joy, thinking of something, unconsciously a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, showing a pair of beautiful dimples.

"It's almost there, Hong Lian, what do you think?"