I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

To be reasonable, in terms of ulterior motives, you, a scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are much more ulterior than him.

Yan Niang blinked her eyes when she heard the words, and then looked at Cheng Jin instantly: "You even have a fake name?! Sure enough, men don't have a good thing!"

Cheng Jin touched his nose embarrassingly, and said, "...Actually, I can explain this matter."

A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost. There are only three things. Yan Niang decided not to trust men anymore. She threw off Zhu Xiaolian who stuck to him again, and said, "I don't care if anyone wants to listen to your explanation."

This is just right, and saves the effort of explaining, Cheng County magistrate immediately changed the subtext: "Then let's talk about the life-saving grace I gave to the girl just now."

Yan Niang: "...then you should explain first."

It's so realistic, Cheng Jin felt the miserable aura of Heilu Luyin next to him, and silently moved three inches to the side.

But who would have expected that at this moment, the sun that was originally concealed by the clouds was projected down, and Cheng Jin's soul was a little weak. Seeing this, Heishan immediately built a barrier with demon power, so he did not suffer any damage.

But Yan Niang was miserable. More than 400 years ago, she entered the painting wall life for some reason. It was a life in the heavenly palace that covered up the secrets. Ten old women, so old that the wrinkles on her face were piled up.

Zhu Xiaolian was terrified when he saw it, and ran out of the mountain gate in a panic, calling a ghost as soon as he ran.

In contrast, Meng Longtan was much calmer. Of course, this was largely because he had been threatened by ghosts and demons a lot, and his courage had already developed antibodies, but his legs were weak, and his legs were still quite weak.

Yan Niang became old in an instant, and her body turned into countless dust in an instant, and even Heishan didn't have time to help.

Simply, Yan Niang's body is gone, but the ghost is still there, and even looks like a girl.

It's just that her soul was extremely weak, she just glanced weakly at the painted wall, and then passed out directly.

Yan Chixia made a timely move and used the Soul Cultivation Talisman to put her away.

Cheng Jin hadn't forgotten that this painting wall was related to Concubine Feng Gui, so he immediately said, "Daoist, what did you find?"

Unexpectedly, Daoist Yan, who had always respected him, gave him a very disapproving look, and said, "Master Cheng, you should go to rest. Let the matter here be handled by the poor Taoist."

Cheng Jin was taken aback for a moment, but then he gave Hei Shan a chance to knock him out: "You..." You actually teamed up to deceive? !

Seeing this, Yan Chixia clasped her fists at Heishan and said, "The poor Taoist society will stay in the capital to stare at the mural for the time being, and send these two scholars down the mountain. Please send your lord back properly."

"You don't need to say much."

Heishan dropped these five words, then turned around and disappeared in place with Cheng Yian's living soul.

Yaoyaoguigui can be regarded as gone, Meng Longtan's heartbeat finally returned to normal, he got up from the cold ground, brushed off the snow on his body, and then said: "Master Daoist, what you meant just now is Do you want to send me down the mountain?"

God is sorry, he wanted to go down the mountain when Zhu Sheng came out of the mural, but the road was not easy to walk in the snow, and he couldn't see the way down the mountain at all. To be more precise, he got lost not long after he walked out of the mountain gate.

Whether to freeze to death in the mountains or turn back to find a chance, Meng Longtan chose to turn back.

Meng Longtan's nature was pure, but not too straightforward. Yan Chixia admired such a person, so she nodded and said, "Of course, it's so cold in this mountain, how can you go on the imperial examination if you stay any longer?"

"Then Zhu Xiaolian..."

Yan Chixia nodded: "Of course I have to take him with me."

Yan Chixia has done a lot of aftermath work like this. He quickly found Zhu Xiaolian who was so frightened that his mind was unsteady, and he used the soul-fixing talisman to stabilize his mind and restore your sanity.

After Zhu Xiaolian regained his sanity, he flinched in fright: "...Where's Yan Niang?"

Yan Chixia: It's hopeless, let's have a decent burial.

He stretched out his hand and knocked Zhu Xiaolian unconscious, then led Meng Longtan who had packed his bags down the mountain.People in the Taoist sect have their own means of survival in the wild. Yan Chixia quickly found the way down the mountain, and will find a populated village when it gets dark.

Yan Chixia put Zhu Xiaolian down, and said to Meng Longtan: "The poor will be sent here. Now that it's getting late and the city gate has been locked, let's spend the night here."

Naturally, Meng Longtan was very grateful. If it weren't for these strange people, his life would have been lost long ago. Now that I think about it, although the black-clothed male demon was a bit more vicious and his methods were also sharper, he really didn't want him. The meaning of life, and the male ghost... Forget it, these are not things that an ordinary scholar needs to think about, so he respectfully saluted: "Thank you for saving me, Xiaosheng is very grateful."

Yan Chixia then waved her hand and said, "No need, it's just leading the way. I'll take my leave now, and wish Mr. Meng a title in the Gold List next year."

Meng Longtan was stunned for a moment, remembering what he had said to Zhu Xiaolian, he smiled and said: "Thank you, Daoist, Xiaosheng will definitely go all out."

Yan Chixia left quickly. There was such a weird screen wall in that deserted temple, and he had to rush back to set up the formation, otherwise it would be too bad if some scholars strayed into it.

Meng Longtan watched them leave, and then dragged the unconscious Zhu Xiaolian to the village to spend the night.

Simply, he took Juren as a guide, and the village chief quickly lent the place.

On the second day, after Meng Longtan heard from the villagers that Zhu Xiaolian had woken up and was conscious, he took his luggage and left for Beijing alone.

It was close to the end of the new year, and all the inns were full of students. Meng Longtan searched for a long time, but couldn't find a place where he could study.And just when he was about to give up, he heard someone calling him.

"Brother Meng, here!"

Meng Longtan was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw who was calling him: "Brother Ning?"

"It's Xiaosheng, Brother Meng, didn't you go to the mountains with Brother Zhu to study hard, why are you back now?" Ning Caichen was a little puzzled.

Meng Longtan had an expression of not wanting to elaborate: "Don't mention it, it's snowing heavily in the mountains, it's lucky to be able to walk out."

Ning Caichen has a straightforward personality, and immediately said: "Brother Meng, you are going down the mountain now, the inns in the city are already full, if you don't go to Xiaosheng's place to squeeze in? Although the reputation there is not very good, but it is Xiaosheng. Recommended by a very respected lord."

Of course Meng Longtan would not refuse, if he refused again, he would sleep on the street.

Ning Caichen led the people to the west, walked straight to the vicinity of the Imperial Academy, and finally stopped.Meng Longtan looked up, and immediately said in amazement: "Eh? Did this place used to be..."

Ning Caichen didn't hide anything, and said: "It's Prince Heng's Mansion from the previous dynasty, but it already has an owner, but the owner is not at home, so I asked Xiaosheng to warm the house for him."

This is really... Meng Longtan is not willing to let go of the past, but after experiencing the horror in the mountain temple, he thinks that Prince Heng's Mansion is haunted, can there be a black-clothed male demon as terrifying?Besides, isn't Ning Caichen good, maybe the haunting is just a lie.

"Thank you Brother Ning for your generosity, but the owner, will..."

Ning Caichen shook his head, thinking of Mr. Cheng who was far away in Tangxi, and said, "No, he once wrote a letter saying that he would lend it to a poor student to study poetry and books."

Meng Longtan entered the door gratefully, but he didn't know that he had already met the owner of the house.

But at this moment, the active master of Prince Heng's Mansion finally woke up after sleeping for a day and a night.

"Bones are almost crisp from sleeping, but it's so comfortable. If you can keep sleeping, it's actually pretty good." Cheng Jin stretched his waist and said with some emotion.

Heishan appeared out of nowhere, and said faintly: "If you want to sleep all the time, I'm afraid you will have to work for the judge of the underworld."

Cheng Jin broke out in a cold sweat immediately: "No, forget it."

After finishing speaking, he ran to the kitchen and shouted: "A Cong, I'm so hungry, if there is anything to eat, just come up, your young master, I can eat everything now!"

Ah Cong ran out when he heard the voice, and immediately said happily: "Master, wait a moment, I also made fried buns and braised noodles this morning!"

"Everything!"

Cheng Jin was indeed hungry, and he only had time to stuff a pair of chopsticks into Heishan who came over, and he took the stewed noodles and sucked them up.

After quickly finishing a bowl of noodles, he slowed down and was free to make buns for others: "Come and try A Cong's fried buns. It can freshen your eyebrows."

After finishing speaking, he killed one in two bites.

Cheng Jin looked up, and saw Heilulu staring straight at his face: "...what are you looking at?"

"Your eyebrows are still there, they haven't faded away."

Cheng Jin: Master, you are really too rigorous, this is an exaggerated metaphor.

"Don't worry about these details, just do it."

But Heishan has no appetite, people will starve to death if they don’t eat, but for a big monster like him, even if he doesn’t eat for hundreds of years, it won’t matter. Seeing Cheng Yi’an eating freshly, he put down his chopsticks and suddenly said : "Cheng Yi'an, let's cancel the blood contract."

He doesn't like Taoist priests. To be precise, he doesn't like the human world. He will avenge Qingheng's revenge himself. There is no need to drag a rare and interesting mortal into danger several times.

Ordinary people are too fragile, even if they are as strong as Cheng Yian, they are relatively not so fragile.

Unlike other mortals who have an afterlife, Cheng Yi'an was judged by the judge to have no afterlife, so let's treat him as a rare kindness and let Cheng Yi'an experience more happiness in life.

Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, his face was a little startled: "Ah? Why did Haoduanduan mention this all of a sudden?"

Heishan looked into the distance, and said: "I think you should be very happy."

Cheng Jin thought for a while, and couldn't help complaining: "If you mention this while eating, your appetite will be reduced by half."

"What about your answer?"

Cheng Jin put down his chopsticks and looked straight at Hei Lulu very seriously: "I refuse."

Heishan hesitated for a long time before asking: "Why?"

"Of course it is because of the spirit of the contract. Master, if you want to form a contract, you can form a contract, and if you want to untie it, you can untie it. There is no such cheap thing in the world." After Cheng Jin finished speaking, he suddenly smiled, "But I am very happy, this time you You actually asked me about my wishes, if it was left in the past, Master, I am afraid you would have done it yourself."