[Comprehensive Mythology] Asking about the beginning

Or maybe it's not just a coincidence?

Although he didn't want to admit it, Jiang Ning was not that kind of self-deceiving person.Facing this weird temple and the seemingly gentle little novice Yuanjue, he was naturally full of vigilance.

He declined the little novice's offer of a meal on the grounds of the hardship of the journey, and entered the side room early to take a rest.Jiang Ningfang breathed a sigh of relief seeing the figure of the little novice monk disappearing from sight.

After all, Lanruo Temple was too famous in the time and space of his later life.And beside him was a scholar named Ning Caichen, and the locust tree that he had seen inadvertently before, which almost covered the world, all of which made him have to compare it with the so-called A Chinese Ghost Story. get in touch.

Jiang Ning is no longer a secular warrior in the world of the law, let alone an ordinary person who had no power to restrain a chicken in his previous life.

But if it is as he imagined, then what he will face is a locust tree that has practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, the monks who don't know whether they are friends or enemies, and the old black mountain demon.

Maybe he's not alone.

Slowly swipe the hilt of the sword at his waist with his fingertips, and he couldn't help but wonder: Will Yan Chixia, who takes killing demons as her mission, come?

Yan Chixia has already arrived.

The dexterous footsteps that were completely different from the figure and appearance walked over the scattered leaves without any trace or sound.The blood hole where Hei Zaozuo lost his eyeballs was empty, but what he heard in his ears was a scene that could not be observed by human eyes alone.

Everything unfolded in the heart of the man who lost his eyes like a picture scroll, but it was a sinister and ghostly scene:

The dilapidated courtyard and the withered doors and windows are in harmony with each other. The three characters of Lanruo Temple on the door plaque can be faintly seen above the temple of the lost gate.

No, the sky is dark, and the earth is also dark.Under the locust tree that covered the sky and the sun, there was a bright red liquid flowing.

blood.

Human blood, animal blood, and even plant blood... flowed in the heart and under the nose of this Taoist priest who was born with the appearance of a martial artist.

"Why the hell?"

The faint words disappeared in an instant like ripples blown by the wind, and the blind man did not draw his sword.Just followed the little novice who was transformed into a resentful soul into the temple step by step.

"Amitabha, the little monk sent the almsgiver here, so the almstaker can go to rest."

Familiar words sounded from outside the closed doors and windows, followed by a lukewarm response from a man. The simple word "um" revealed an inexplicable weight and compassion.

This is the voice of an adult man, and only an adult man who has gone through vicissitudes can express this kind of thickness and depth.

Could this be Yan Chixia?

The familiar script was messed up again and again, and Jiang Ning even felt that he couldn't tell what was real and what was illusory, but he kept asking himself in his heart:

Is this Yan Chixia?Yan Chixia in Liaozhai?Yan Chixia who killed the dryad's grandmother and the Montenegro old demon?

Jiang Ning didn't know.

But someone outside the thin door and window has already given him the deepest answer:

Yan Chixia.

After Shusheng Ning announced his name, the three simple words were uttered in a deep and heavy voice, but the shock it brought to Jiang Ning was no less than the legendary bolt from the blue.

Ning Caichen, Lanruosi, Huaishu, Yan Chixia.

Then who should play next?

Nie Xiaoqian?Dryad grandma?Montenegrin old demon?

There was never a moment when he hated his foresight and ignorance so much.He knows the development of the state of the world and the results it will bring, but he just can't see clearly the fate of the people involved in this situation and the source of all this.

The memory of the previous life has been too long, but it seems to be still in front of me.Too many versions make him not know what is true and what is false, and the weird separation and overlap between plausible and false makes him unable to make the most real and correct choice.

Fortunately he is not alone.

And no matter how the story develops, the scholar and the fox demon are probably alive in the end.

As if sensing all the changes in the people in the room, the thick and sharp eyebrows trembled unconsciously, quickly raised but then lowered.The dark eyes cast a glance at the place where Jiang Ning was standing in the room.This man, who was born as a martial artist but dressed as a Taoist priest, finally got impatient with the scholar's chatter, and entered the room.

Embarrassment flashed unconsciously on Jun's face, and he glanced at the wing where Jiang Ning was, thinking of the tired look on Brother Jiang's face before.Scholar Ning patted his forehead and finally went back to his room.

For some reason, since he entered this Lanruo Temple, he felt something unusual.Not to mention anything else, even the usual poems and documents can't be read in the slightest.When the eyes are closed, the appearance of a woman will appear unconsciously:

With long hair like clouds and crows and eyelashes like feathers, with a charming smile and beautiful eyes, she always reveals a little sadness unconsciously under the cover of plain white hair.It's like the spirit in the mountains, if you just take a look at it, you will be lost forever.

My heart was on fire, and something was about to pop out of my chest.Even the profound and interesting knowledge that seems to be on weekdays seems to have lost the power of expression in front of that woman.Unexpectedly, he couldn't think of any sinking thoughts, he just hoped to just look at this woman like this.

Shaking his head to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, he murmured two sentences of what Confucius said, "only women and villains are difficult to raise."Seeing that day, the sky turned dark unknowingly, and the Buddhist hall in the front yard was lit up.

He turned on the light, and fetched a bucket of water from the courtyard in the middle of the courtyard to wash his face and calm himself down.Scholar Naning just took out books from his pocket to prepare for his homework.

It's strange to say that this Shusheng Ning is a diligent person who can't be idle.Even when walking on weekdays, I have to drag a few lines of text and recite two poems silently. After entering Lanruo Temple like this, it seems that I have a lot of thoughts and thoughts.

The wind blows the wind chimes under the eaves, and the broken leaves rustle. The dim candlelight looks extremely lonely in this night.

Holding the long sword at his waist tightly with his fingertips, although the room was already dark, Jiang Ning felt indescribably stable.At least no matter what, he is not alone.

And similarly, there was no light in Yan Chixia's room.Rough fingertips full of scars and calluses lightly wiped the edge of the seven-star demon-subduing sword, and there was no superfluous look on the bearded face.

He was waiting, waiting for the latter to appear.

As the candles flickered in the dark, even the diligent Ning Shusheng couldn't help feeling a little bit tired.There was a strong wind blowing open the door that was not closed tightly, and there was a little shade.

"got windy."

With a small murmur, Scholar Ning put down the scroll in his hand, straightened up, walked to the window and closed it.

"So it's so late?"

His last gaze fell across the two wing rooms that did not reveal the slightest light, and Ning Shusheng shook his head in an inexplicable trance.

"Young master studies hard, how about the slave family come to recommend a pillow mat at night?"

The gentle and charming words echoed in the room, and as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a beautiful shadow full of fragrant wind.

Qiao Xiaoqian and beautiful eyes are looking forward to, and there is a deep temptation and seductiveness between the turns of looking and looking.

Gently lifting the plain hand, what was printed in front of Scholar Naning's eyes was creamy white.

The fingertips scratched little by little, gradually revealing the nails painted with Danko.It seemed that there was some magical power that drew the eyes of Shusheng Ning little by little.

The beautiful and small eyebrows were slightly raised, and a little bit of impatience was unconsciously revealed in the beautiful eyes like a secluded pool, but was suppressed very well by the owner of those eyes.

"How do you feel, son?"

With a somewhat dark and hoarse voice, he raised his voice unconsciously, and seemed to contain a bit of unknown urgency. The woman who didn't know when she broke into the door wall said with a bit of urgency:

"* is too short, son, it's better not to waste it."

"No, girl, you"

As if he came back to his senses in an instant, Scholar Ning covered his face with his sleeves, turned his eyes to the side and said:

"In the middle of the night, a lonely man and a widow are in the same room, which is detrimental to the girl's reputation. You'd better leave quickly!"

At the end of the speech, he unconsciously scolded slightly, but this is also the most serious thing this scholar can say:

"When you enter a man's house at night, it's not proper to tell him to go out!"

A ray of light unconsciously appeared in the beautiful eyes, and the long-sleeping memory was turned over, and who was reprimanding and calling in the ear made this heart that did not belong to me constantly throbbing and guilty. pain?

"My son, you,"

The fingertips lightly covered the corners of his upper lips. This look of astonishment and pain didn't last long, but in Ning Shusheng's eyes, it was extremely distressing.

This woman is the one he has seen every time he opened his eyes since he stepped into the range of Lanruo Temple.

Nie Xiaoqian!

A beautiful, passionate and extremely tragic woman, of course, Shusheng Ning does not know these things.

He just felt that this woman was inexplicably familiar and sad, as if the inexplicable and unexplainable ambition hidden in the bottom of his heart every midnight dream, some flowers bloomed at this moment.

But in the next moment, the woman's next action caught Ning Shusheng, who had read the books of sages, by surprise.As if she had sensed some unusual information in an instant, the woman suddenly showed a huge smile.The brows and eyes are full of waves, and the layers of Bailian Wufeng are blowing, sweeping towards Ning Shusheng's face:

"Food and sex, sex too."

There was a slight pause in the intentionally protracted voice, which was extraordinarily seductive and sexy from this woman.The plain white tenderness caressed Ning Shusheng's face, and the seemingly weak hands seemed to have great temptation and strength, which made Ning Caichen at a loss for a while.

"My lord, don't refuse!"

With a chuckle, his hands fell to Ning Caichen's chest, and with a little force, he pushed him down on the bed.