Scholar has special ghost skills

As soon as He Yunqing left, Yan Junyi, who was meditating on the roof, opened his eyes, jumped down from above, glanced sideways at the paper on the door, and was about to follow.

But as soon as he turned sideways, he heard the laughter of several women, accompanied by the sound of rustling leaves, and in mid-air, several long red gauze curtains rushed from all directions.

A woman's enchanting voice yelled, "Hehehe... Daoist Yan, come and catch us, don't you want to catch us?"

"Bold and monstrous, don't even think about making trouble!" Yan Junyi stared coldly, the long sword was quickly unsheathed, a white light flashed, and instantly cut through the surrounding gauze curtain.

At this time, Hu Ling'er in red appeared not far away. Her clothes were more revealing than before, half of her breasts were exposed, a slender hand pulled up the skirt, and one foot was slightly raised, revealing a section of snow-white At this moment, he cast his eyebrows at Yan Junyi, and said coquettishly, "Master Dao, you are so annoying, you are so rude every time, I am so afraid that my heart is pounding~"

This is exactly the tactic used by vixen to confuse others, but Yan Junyi remained unmoved, "Hmph, shameless fox!"

"How shameless my family is~" Hu Ling'er covered her chest pretending to be hurt, bit her lips and said aggrievedly, "The Taoist priest is too much, always chasing after my family, likes to stab people with that, the last time I stabbed this place of my family, until now It hurts~"

"Enough!" Listening to these lewd words, the upright Yan Junyi had a vein on his forehead, and rushed over with his sword in hand!

"Oh, the Taoist priest is just impatient, and the slave family is not ready yet!" Hu Ling'er knew that she was no match for him, so she turned around and jumped away.

"This time I will definitely take you, you evildoer! Don't even think about running away again!" Yan Junyi vowed to take her down, and pulled out the demon-locking rope from his sleeve, "Go!"

The rope seemed to have spirituality, and it bound Hu Linger's waist like a snake. Yan Junyi pulled the other end and yanked hard.

"Ah!" Hu Ling'er fell to the ground and was dragged over directly. Her hair was disheveled and she was in a panic, but she still didn't want to be caught like this. Just as she was about to get up and struggle, Yan Junyi put the long sword against her neck. superior.

"Hehe..." Hu Ling'er managed to squeeze out a smile, "Master Daoist, please let me go, I will never hurt anyone's life again."

But she cursed fiercely in her heart, those peacock monsters hiding in the dark, they didn't come out to save her!

"Then go to King Yama and confess!" Yan Junyi said coldly, knowing that the vixen was treacherous, he didn't want to listen to her words and raised his sword.

"No!" Hu Ling'er yelled sadly, not thinking that she would die here.

At this moment, a gust of black energy rushed towards him. Fortunately, Yan Junyi reacted too quickly, and quickly let go of Hu Linger to dodge to the side.

And a black hole suddenly opened in mid-air, stretched out a hand and dragged Hu Ling'er in, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Come out!" Although Yan Junyi stabbed very quickly, he stabbed in the air, and let out a loud roar in the air!

Only Hu Ling'er's voice came again, "Hehehehe... Daoist, I will play with you next time~"

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"Whoa, whoa!"

As soon as He Yunqing came to the cabin, he heard the crows behind him, and looked back in fright, only to see a group of crows flapping their wings and flying above the forest.

"..." He Yunqing didn't know what was going on, but he didn't get to the bottom of it, and pushed open the wooden door and walked in. Although Zifei had made an appointment to meet at night, he still came early.

Put down the bookcase, first take out a bouquet of white and lovely wild flowers from inside, put it in a porcelain bottle and place it on the corner of the table, then take out twisted flowers, pour them on a saucer, a kettle made of bamboo tubes, and two cups.Then he opened the scroll with Zi Fei on it and hung it on the wall.

Waiting is all right, looking at the slightly furnished wooden house with satisfaction, sitting back at the low table and taking out the paper manuscript, planning to continue writing the article before someone comes.

... When the afterglow of the setting sun fell into the window, He Yunqing stretched his waist and pinched the bridge of his nose. Because he had been lying at his desk for too long, his vision was blurred elsewhere.

He stood up and went to the window. He saw the big green trees by the lake and two wild ducks playing in the water. Feeling the warm wind blowing on his face, he immediately felt refreshed.

For a moment, when the scenery was charming and he had a feeling, he took out the pear-shaped xun he carried with him from his bosom, and played the music that Ye Yuzifei played that night. Originally existed in the brain.

At night, Nie Zifei heard a familiar tune on the way to the wooden house, and his pupils trembled violently. He flew to a tree and listened carefully. He grabbed the trunk because of his excitement, "My lord..."

He flew up again, and flew to the front of the wooden house even faster. His white clothes fell down, and with a wave of his sleeves, he swung a strong fan to open the wooden door.

In a daze, he saw a tall tall man in a dark red robe standing there. Nie Zifei's eyes flickered, and he squirmed his lips, "My lord..."

He Yunqing, who was immersed in the song, heard the sound, saw the person coming, and turned back with a smile, "Zifei, are you here?"

"..." Nie Zifei came back to his senses suddenly, and two tears fell instantly.

Yes, how could it be him...

"Zifei, why are you crying?" He Yun tapped the oil lamp he brought, saw the tear stains on his face, and ran over in shock.

"No, it's just sand flying into my eyes." Nie Zifei wiped away his tears and asked pretending not to care, "By the way, how did you know this song?"

He Yunqing smiled embarrassedly, "Oh, just a while ago, I listened to Zifei play, and I tried it when you came tonight."

"Really..." Nie Zifei was disappointed again.

"Yeah." He Yunqing's eyes suddenly became confused, and he held the pear and said, "Although it was the first time I heard Zifei play, I still feel like I heard it somewhere a long time ago..."

"...This tune was composed by him..." Nie Zifei felt a pain in his heart and closed his eyes.

"He? Who is he?" He Yunqing asked curiously.

Nie Zifei was startled. In his memory, that person's face was so blurry...

When he opened his eyes, he looked at the scholar in front of him for a while, his eyes passed through him, and he touched the painting on the wall. He recognized the person in the painting as himself, walked over, and murmured, "Is this the painting you painted?" of?"

"Yes." He Yunqing scratched his head and said, "When I first saw Zifei, I couldn't help but sigh that the world is so heavenly and human, so I drew it. When I met Zifei this time, I took it Come to make amends for misunderstanding you as a girl before."

"Thank you, let's hang it here." Nie Zifei showed a bitter smile, "It's just that having such an appearance is not a good thing for me."

"How could it be?" He Yunqing was puzzled, but he also saw that the other party must have encountered bad things because of his appearance, so he couldn't ask any more, so he hurriedly pointed to the twist on the plate and said, "Zi Fei, I made this, would you like to try it?"

Nie Zifei shook his head, but saw the manuscript on the side, "Is this the article you wrote?"

Seeing that he didn't eat the snacks that I specially brought, I was a little disappointed, but when Ting Zifei asked about his manuscript, he quickly said, "Yes."

Nie Zifei sat down, "Can I have a look?"

He Yun couldn't ask for more, "Zifei please take a look, if there is anything wrong, please point it out."

Nie Zifei looked at it carefully, occasionally picked up the brush, and made some changes on it.

The dim light shone on his profile, and the evening wind lifted his blue hair.Sitting beside He Yun lightly, there was an inexplicably familiar feeling, as if... In an instant, the picture of two men leaning on each other in the pavilion, drawing with a brush...