I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

Generally speaking, the lonely and wild ghosts stranded in the world have obsessions in their hearts, so they will not return to the underworld.If this female ghost really didn't harm anyone, Yan Chixia was going to send her to hell.

He held the flower stick, and chanted the incantation anxiously with two fingers. After a while, a little spiritual light gathered on the flower stick.

"How is it, Daoist?"

Yan Chixia didn't respond, she just concentrated her mind and chanted another spell, then let go of her fingers, letting the flower stick float in the air.When Mr. Song saw it, he immediately sighed that Li Yong did not lie to him, he is a real Taoist priest, so his attitude became more respectful.

"go!"

The flower stick moved anthropomorphically in mid-air, and then found a direction and shot out. Seeing this, Yan Chixia grabbed Mr. Song and leaped up to the roof, only chasing the flower stick.

Young Master Song:! ! !

As soon as Li Yong and Pan Xiaoan found someone, they saw Yan Chixia leading them away from Hualou quickly.

Pan Xiaoan couldn't help whistling: "Wow, your money is wasted."

Is Li Yong a demon who values ​​money?Of course not, I just heard him say: "I still don't keep up, do you want to watch the show?"

...It's too miserable, watching a play is even more expensive, Mao Mao only feels that he has been cheated by this coquettish fox, isn't it delicious to eat lotus leaf roast chicken in Tangxi's nest.

The speed of the flower lottery is not very fast, and Yan Chixia and others can barely catch up, but it is obvious that Mr. Song doesn't think so. In this cold weather, he feels that his wife and brother have not returned, and he is not very good. up.

"Daoist, Daoist, can you stop..."

Yan Chixia really stopped, and it was a coincidence that this place was already in Tangxi County.

Mr. Song was taken all the way, his face was stiff from blowing, now he gathered his clothes, took out a fire bag and looked around, curiously said: "Master Daoist, where is this place?"

Yan Chixia didn't know the exact location, but seeing that the flower lotus was about to move again, she hurriedly dragged Mr. Song to catch up.

The forest was originally dark, with only a little light from the flower lottery, but it became brighter and brighter as we walked, and the moonlight above the head cast down. Mr. Song quickly saw clearly that there was a quiet study outside the forest near the lake.

Candles were lit in the study, obviously someone lived there.

"If the flower lottery you gave is correct, the young master and the female ghost should be here." Yan Chixia withdrew the aura on the flower lottery, and the flower lottery lost its driving force and returned to its original appearance.

When Mr. Song heard this, the coldness in his body went down a bit: "What should I do? If Jingxue was here, he would never..."

Yan Chixia naturally didn't panic when he heard the words. He took out the mahogany sword covered by the cloak, and said calmly: "Human beings and ghosts have different paths. It's not a long-term solution. The poor will persuade him."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the void vigilantly, and Li Yong pulled Mao Mao back to hide, so as not to be discovered.

"It's dangerous, I was almost discovered."

Pan Maomao is not afraid of being discovered by Yan Chixia: "If you find out, you will find out. Could he still accept us?"

"...Pan Xiaoan, I advise you to repay your kindness as soon as possible." Otherwise, if you continue to raise him in the yamen like this, you may be so stupid that you can become a Jinhua pig.

"Do you think I don't want to?"

Li Yong hesitated: "It's true, it's hard to repay your kindness."

On the other side, Yan Chixia had already knocked on the door of the study. The Taoist aura was unusual, but soon there were panicked footsteps inside, and after a while, a handsome young man opened the door hastily.

As soon as Mr. Song saw his wife and brother, he immediately said: "Jingxue, I finally found you, you quickly follow me home, your mother is mad at you."

Mr. Junxiu, that is, Lu Jingxue, heard the words, and said with a slightly wary face: "How did you find this place? Brother-in-law, don't lie to me! Wen Ji told me, this person is a Taoist priest, right? I won't allow you Hurt Wen Ji."

As she said that, Lu Jingxue put on a cover. Of course, Yan Chixia didn't pay attention to the scholar's airs.

"How could I make fun of my mother-in-law's body? It's true! You are entangled with a female ghost, how can your mother-in-law not worry about you? Ghosts and ghosts are unpredictable in this world. Why are you so obsessed with it?" Mr. Song He is not a knowledgeable person either, so he is at the end of his persuasion right now.

It's a pity that no matter how much he persuaded, the wife and brother still looked like they were not getting along: "Brother-in-law, you don't understand, Wen Ji is really a very good girl, and she will also persuade me to study and not to indulge in love , she really won't kill me!"

"If this is the case, Pindao will not harm her."

Yan Chixia was born well, her brows were full of righteousness, and what she said was very convincing. When Lu Jingxue heard this, she couldn't help asking: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. If a poor Taoist wants to catch ghosts, how can you, a weak scholar, stop you." Yan Chixia said rather bluntly.

Lu Jingxue blushed so angry: ...I was offended.

But when Lu Jingxue was hesitating, a beautiful girl floated out from behind him. She was wearing a thin light pink dress, and her head was swaying gently. In this cold winter night, she was especially bright and moving.

If excluding her identity as a ghost, standing next to Lu Jingxue, they are really a good couple.

When Mr. Song saw the female ghost, he immediately hid behind Yan Chixia in fear. Seeing this, Wen Ji said with disgust: "Your family has invited dozens of Buddhists and Taoists to come to take in slaves. What reason do you want to use to ask the servant to leave?"

Yan Chixia saw that Wen Ji's ghost was peaceful, and she didn't seem to have died of wrongdoing, so she said, "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, so why should you force me?"

Wen Ji said: "Dare to ask, what is a different way? I have an equal relationship with Lu Lang, and it doesn't delay his study of poetry and books, and I don't want to be famous. Why can't we be together?"

This female ghost is so eloquent, at this moment, Yan Chixia suddenly missed the sharp mouth of the county magistrate Cheng, if Mr. Cheng was here, he would be able to convince the two of them.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? It's just to see Jingxue's beauty and loveliness, so you have committed yourself a few times..." Mr. Song couldn't help poking his head out from behind Yan Chixia.

Wen Ji heard the words, but her pretty face froze, and she said coquettishly, "Shut up! What the servants value is not Lu Lang's appearance. Lu Lang is talented and has poetry in his belly. Don't you see these?"

Mr. Song: ... Huh? !

Mr. Song couldn't help looking at his wife and brother. Seeing his wife's brother dodging his eyes, his heart skipped a beat. What a shame, Jingxue is such a brat, how dare he lie to a female ghost for the sake of sex?

What kind of talent is outstanding, there are poems and books in the stomach, Jingxue has no other characters in his pen, it is smoke from the ancestral grave, this female ghost... I am afraid she is not stupid?

So he boldly said: "I can't see it, you really know how to joke."

Wen Ji couldn't hear someone slandering Lu Jingxue, and her ghostly aura was full of three points: "If it weren't for the fact that you are Lu Lang's brother-in-law, the slave family will definitely want you to look good today."

Turning her head, she said to Lu Jingxue again, in the future, you should avoid dealing with your unlearned brother-in-law, so as not to be contaminated with worldliness.

Lu Jingxue could only nod with a stiff face.

Young Master Song: ...Lu Jingxue, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person? !

"Lu Jingxue, you have the nerve to nod your head, you are really out of your mind! Do you still remember that you came to Fucheng to study, and these days you have to go to the teacher of the academy to get acquainted, and now you hang out with this female ghost all day long, Don't you want to learn?"

Wen Ji was already so angry that the expression on her face was frighteningly cold: "What's wrong with you? Lu Lang has outstanding talent. How can you be the kind of person who needs to get acquainted with him to study? You actually said such false accusations in order to let the slave family leave Lu Lang words!"

Lu Jingxue looked at Wen Ji with emotion, and then glared at her brother-in-law with hatred.

Young Master Song: ... These days, being a brother-in-law is really difficult.

Mao Mao in the dark was stunned, and couldn't help complaining: "Wow, this scholar surnamed Lu is so thick-skinned, he is so talented and talented, even if Cheng Suansuan is praised so much, he dare not accept it so frankly." Bar?"

Hearing this, Li Yong disagreed: "But I don't think any female ghost would dare to praise Mrs. Cheng like that."

Mao Mao couldn't agree more: "That's right." Cheng Suansu punched down, and even a pretty female ghost would be maimed.

Cheng Jin, who was already asleep, couldn't help shivering a little, wrapped the quilt tightly, and then fell asleep with his brows stretched out again.

At the entrance of the study, Mr. Song relied on Taoism to protect each other, and reasoned with the female ghost about his wife and brother's scumbag attributes, but no matter what he said, the female ghost just didn't believe it, and then he felt really stupid, this female ghost was obviously playing tricks. I'm playing with him.

He was about to say a few cruel words, but was robbed by the Taoist priest beside him: "It's also simple, a gentleman who Pindao knows is outstanding in learning, since the girl wants to prove herself, why don't you take Mr. Lu with you? In a few days is the exam in March, so it is good to get someone to give you some advice, isn't it?"

"If the girl doesn't dare to answer, then the poor will have no choice but to find a way to send you to death." After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she revealed the mahogany sword on her back.

Mao Mao patted Sao Fox excitedly, and said in a low voice: "Wow, the surname Yan is amazing, I can't tell, he still has this skill, who do you think he will bring someone to meet? It can't be Cheng Suan Sour? To be honest, I have always suspected that his Tanhua was picked."

Cheng Suanyou is a person, smart is smart, but Mao Mao has never seen this person show off his talents, never recite poems and paint, and swing his fists more often than when holding a pen.

"Then you underestimate Master Cheng." Li Yong said with a smile, "I will bring this to Master Cheng tomorrow."

"What?! You scumbag!"

Li Yong saw that there was nothing to watch over there, so he was about to leave: "I am not a human being, so what is a villain? It is you, talking about Mr. Cheng's right and wrong behind his back, wait for the salary to be deducted."

Mao Mao was so angry that it changed into its original form, and flew directly to tear the brocade on Sao Fox's body.

Early the next morning, it suddenly began to rain.

Because of business, Cheng Jin got up very early today, and was already drinking fresh river porridge in the backyard, served with assorted spring pancakes, just after eating a bowl of porridge, he saw Mao Mao walking to the table with a tired face and lying down .

"What's the matter, Li Yong took you to catch chickens last night?"

When Mao Mao mentioned Sao Fox, he got angry: "Don't mention him to me, Ah Cong, I want to drink fresh river porridge too!"

"No, how did you know that I went out with Sao Fox?"

County magistrate Cheng shrugged: "It's not that difficult to know."

"...Hmph, when I came here, I saw someone surnamed Yan. He seems to have something to do with you."

"Daoist Yan?"

The county magistrate Cheng put away the bowl in bewilderment, and when he went out, he saw that besides Yan Chixia, there were two strange scholars and a beautiful female ghost. For some reason, he felt that the female ghost looked at him... A little too enthusiastic.