Douluo starts as a holy child

"Senior brother, calm down, isn't she just a female ghost? There is nothing to be afraid of. Look at her, she looks like a flower. Even if she is a ghost, she is a good-looking female ghost, right?"

Qianyun helped senior brother Afan up and joked.He has no inhibitions anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tease him by the way.

"Good-looking? No matter how beautiful she is, she is still a female ghost? And she wants to kill me!"

Afan said with lingering fear.

Qian Yun shook his head. Senior brother was just a little too honest. If he was a little lustful, he wouldn't be frightened like this by a good-looking female ghost.There is a saying that goes well, even if you die under peonies, you will be a ghost even if you die.

"I let you go now, don't you stop attacking people randomly? Otherwise I will beat you to pieces and you will never be reincarnated!"

Seeing that the other party gradually calmed down, Mao Xiaofang took off the ghost-suppressing charm so that the female ghost could speak.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for showing mercy! I didn't know you were Chinese just now. I thought you were little devils. You did something to hurt your disciples when you got excited. I'm really sorry!"

The female ghost slightly apologized to Afan.

"Seeing as your sanity still exists, why were you so crazy just now? But you have a deep hatred?"

Taoist Master Mao Xiaofang saw that the other party knew the book and was polite, so he started chatting casually.

According to the female ghost's story, her name was Xiaolian and she had a husband who was a guerrilla, but they were separated because of the war.Later, Xiaolian met a little devil and was killed by the lustful little devil.Xiaolian's resentment trapped her soul here, because she was thinking of her husband and did not waste her mind.The first time she saw Afan's little Japanese military hat, Xiaolian was so angry that she hurt others.

Xiaolian is also a miserable person, so Afan is no longer angry with her, but he still has a deep fear of female ghosts.

"Taoist Master Mao, please take me with you. Please help me find my husband."

Deep in love and even more infatuated, Xiaolian knew that the Taoist priest's magic power might help her leave this ruined temple, and she refused to give up this perfect opportunity.

"No! You are a ghost. How can we take you with us? And there is a huge crowd. Where can we find your husband?"

Afan was the first to disagree. After all, what he was most afraid of now was female ghosts.That's right, it's female ghosts that I'm afraid of, not women or ghosts.

"Taoist Master Mao, please. If you take me with you, Xiaolian still has a glimmer of hope. If you ignore me, Xiaolian may never see my husband again for eternity."

Xiaolian was so sad that her tears kept falling.

Ghost tears, especially those shed by love, are very precious.

"Hey!"

Taoist Master Mao Xiaofang reached out to catch the teardrops, then found a porcelain vase and put it into the porcelain vase.

Xiaolian only shed three tears, and then it stopped raining.

"Okay, don't cry. Pindao will accept your three tears and I will return your kindness. I can't guarantee that I can find your husband, but if I have the chance, I will definitely help you. Pindao still wants to hunt down Xuan Kui. Just let everything happen.”

Taoist Master Mao Xiaofang changed his attitude after putting away the porcelain bottle, and agreed to take Xiaolian with him on the road.

Afan hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but finally chose to compromise.

Qianyun didn't care, he was very curious about what the ghost's tears were and why the master cared so much about them.

The reason why Mao Xiaofang's attitude changed was related to tears, but not entirely.I was also moved by Xiaolian's sincerity.

There was a paper umbrella that Ah Fan brought as a salute. Mao Xiaofang grabbed the paper umbrella, used his finger as a pen and his true energy as ink to draw symbols on the paper umbrella and said: "Xiao Lian, I will take you into the paper umbrella, and then you will Stay in it. Otherwise, you can't leave the confines of this ruined temple, and even if you go out, you will be blown away by the sunlight."

After Taoist Master Mao finished doing the Fa, when he saw Xiaolian nodding in agreement, he yelled: "Stop it!"

Xiaolian's soul entered the paper umbrella.

"From now on, this umbrella will be your body, and you can show up outside. But there is a separation between yin and yang. If it is not necessary, it is better not to expose it to others."

Mao Xiaofang instructed.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest. I will keep this in mind, little lady."

After solving the problem of the female ghost Xiaolian, the next step is the problem of living people.In the town before, Afan bought some steamed buns and steamed buns, and it was time to eat them.

"Master, there is still a little bit of the meat that was roasted before. I bought salt, sprinkled a little bit, and put it in the steamed buns to eat. It's delicious."

Afan broke open the steamed bun, sandwiched some Jade Pig meat, sprinkled a little salt, then held it under his nose and took two deep breaths.

The first steamed bun with meat is naturally for the master to eat. Respecting the master is the first lesson for everyone who learns it.

"Come on, junior brother, this is yours. This is...well, you don't need to eat, then I will."

The meal was very bland. Qianyun didn't have to eat anything, but in order not to stand out, he just ate some.

At night, Mao Xiaofang and Afan continued to meditate.

Qianyun sent the compiled altar construction information to Huan and asked her to build the altar with Kongshou.The location was chosen in the Star Forest.

In Douluo Continent, a short time has passed.

Tang San also just arranged the dormitory.

"Xiaosan, from now on you will be the boss of Qishe. You must be responsible for protecting Qishe."

Although Wang Sheng lost to Tang San, he was extremely happy.Qishe finally has a powerful boss who will not be bullied in the future.

"Hello, is this Qishe?"

A girl's voice came to mind at the door, and a little girl in pink clothes shyly stood at the door and looked inside.

Everyone looked toward the door and were attracted by a cute face.

"Hello, I am the old man of Qi She... no, the head of the house. My name is Tang San!"

Tang San took the initiative to extend his right hand and said hello to the new female classmate.It's just that he doesn't quite understand. Do girls also live with them?

"Hello, my name is Xiaowu, one, two, three, four, five."

Although Xiao Wu was shy, he boldly extended his hand to Tang San, because Tang San was so good-looking, better-looking than anyone else in Qishe.

"Xiao Wu? One of you is Xiao San and the other is Xiao Wu. Are you really a good match?"

Wang Sheng said jokingly, although he didn't quite understand what a good match was.

Xiao Wu is the granddaughter of the head of Jinxi Village, and she is also the girl who competes with Xiao Wu for a place as a work-study student.

When Tang San heard Xiao Wu's name, he felt a little heartache for some reason, as if something had disappeared.Mysterious and mysterious things, indescribable.

Xiao Wu is not Xiao Wu, and her martial spirit is not a rabbit, but a cat, a cute and delicate domestic cat.

Tang San was naturally chosen as the head of the Seventh House, and everyone was preparing to start the new semester's struggle.

Not long after, someone came with a new quilt, saying that it was given to Tang San by the master.

"Oh, quilt! I don't have a quilt? What should I do?"

Xiaowu screamed that she was born, and everyone noticed that she came to Qishe alone, with no luggage and no bedding.

Of course there were empty beds, but the bedding... was only Tang San's.

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San pitifully, which made "Uncle Tang", who was in his 30s, feel compassion.

"Well... how about you sleep half and I sleep half?" Tang San suggested.

"Okay!"

Xiao Wu happily accepted this bad suggestion, so he pushed the bed next to Tang San over and joined Tang San's bed.He spread Tang San's bedding on the two beds and lay down to test the softness.

Well, it's beautiful!