Scholar has special ghost skills

Time flies, and three days pass by in a hurry.

In the morning, Yan Junyi got up from the bed and was forced to lie down for two days. His injuries had almost healed.

I remembered that I had been injured more seriously than this before, and it was never like this.Even if he repeatedly stated that nothing had happened, the nosy scholar would not allow him to get out of bed, and even stood by the side without leaving him, and even served meals by the bed.

If it wasn't for his resolute attitude, the other party would still plan to feed him.It wasn't until last night when he changed the dressing and saw his wound scab that the scholar was finally willing to go back to sleep in his room.

Thinking back to this point, Yan Junyi smiled helplessly, but when he realized it, he was surprised that he would stop smiling like this.

He rushed to wash his face with cold water, waited for a while, and then went to change the robe that he hadn't changed for a few days, and happened to catch a glimpse of the Taoist robe folded on the bedside...

In the other room, He Yunqing, who got up earlier, came out of the kitchen with a few large white steamed buns and sweet potato porridge that he had just made, and was going to have dinner together in Yan Junyi's room.

His eyes were dazzled by the sand and dust brought by a gust of wind, and he hurriedly turned away.When the eyes became clearer, he raised his elbow to block the wind and sand and looked ahead, and found that the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds billowing in the sky, and the dull thunderclap could be faintly heard from the sky.

It seemed that it was going to rain, He Yunqing quickened his pace, came to Yan Junfang's room, and kicked the door open.

"Daozhang, are you up yet?" He yelled, and as he stepped in, he saw Yan Junyi put on the Taoist robe he bought.

Hearing his voice, Yan Junyi turned around. The blue and white Taoist robe set off his slender figure, which made He Yunqing stunned on the spot.Yan Junyi had no choice but to look away from the other party, and coughed uncomfortably with his fist pressed against his lips.

He Yunqing suddenly came back to his senses, his face was hot, he hurriedly put the breakfast on the table, pretending to smile nonchalantly, "Hahaha...it seems very suitable, when the store asked me the size, I still Afraid of making a mistake."

"Thank you, it fits you well." Yan Junyi whispered.

"Hey, it fits well." He Yunqing became even more embarrassed, and quickly changed the topic to avoid embarrassment, "Master Dao, come and have breakfast."

"En." Yan Junyi walked slowly over and sat down.

"Daozhang, are you really alright?" He Yunqing was afraid that the wound on his body would not heal, so he asked again, "Do you want to stay in bed for a few more days?"

"..." Yan Junyi, who lay sore all over, froze, "No need."

Seeing that the qi and blood on his face had indeed improved a lot, He Yunqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and put a bowl of porridge in front of him, "It's good that you're fine, I was almost scared two days ago." I'm dead."

Yan Junyi looked at him, and the words seemed to turn back and forth in his throat a few times before he said, "Thank you for the past few days."

"Daoist, how many times have you thanked me in the past three days?" He Yun lightly stopped, picked up the steamed bun and gnawed, "I said, don't be polite to me, we are destined to live under the same roof, isn't it the same Is it a family? Why do family members need to thank each other?"

family……

This word made Yan Junyi's heart tremble slightly. When he saw the other party eating steamed buns with his mouth open, his pink tongue was exposed, and he lowered his head to drink the porridge in a panic, but the back of his ears turned red again.

For a while, the two fell silent and ate naturally, which seemed to be the most ordinary thing.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

At this moment, a strong wind came in and rattled the windows.

He Yunqing hastily ran over to close it, then walked back and said, "I think there will be a heavy rain later."

Yan Junyi squinted his eyes, looked at the strange sky outside from the door, put down the bowl and chopsticks and reminded, "Today is the Ghost Festival, the weather has changed suddenly, it must be a monster, you must not go out."

"Okay, I promise not to go out!" For He Yunqing who doesn't like monsters, he nodded emphatically.But seeing that the other party stood up after eating and went to pick up the long sword, as if he was about to go out, he shouted nervously, "Master Dao, are you going out? Your wound is not healed yet!"

"It's nothing, I'm just going to look around and I'll be back soon." Yan Junyi was about to step out of the door after speaking.

He Yunqing hurriedly called to stop him, "The Daoist, remember not to be careless! If you see a monster that can run, run away! Don't beat yourself so badly that you forget your injuries!"

Yan Junyi nodded lightly, and walked out, but stopped suddenly, looked back at the scholar who was tidying up with his back turned to him, then took out a Taoist talisman from his sleeve, flew over and stuck it on his back... …

After He Yunqing, who was still unknown, packed up, he went to check whether the chickens in the cage had escaped, and then returned to the room and continued to write novels.

Sure enough, within a short while, the sky was already getting darker, almost no different from night, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Wisps of rain drifted into the window and hit the manuscript.

"..." He Yunqing immediately got up to close the window, but looking at the heavy rain, he couldn't help frowning, worried that Yan Junyi hadn't come back yet, and said to himself, "Oh no, I forgot to let him bring an umbrella Now, what if the wound gets water? Will it open again?"

Full of thoughts, I sat back at the table again, but I didn't have a clue when I wrote again, and I was a little restless.He glanced at the oil-paper umbrella standing in the corner, and immediately decided to go out and find someone.

But after all, he didn't forget Yan Junyi's reminder not to go out, so he only planned to look around, and if he couldn't find it, he would come back and wait.

But as soon as he stood up, he fell down and sat down. With a sway of his body, a deep sense of sleepiness came to his heart, and his heavy eyelids dropped.

"No, I have to go to the Taoist priest first!" He Yunqing shook his head with his hands up, trying to wake himself up, but fell asleep on the table.

When he was falling asleep, he heard a familiar tune, accompanied by a soft call, "Yun Qing..."

He Yunqing opened his eyes in the dark, but his pupils seemed to lose focus, then he got up and walked out as if unconscious.

At the door, a black hole appeared out of thin air, and He Yunqing stepped in without any change in expression.

When he fully entered and the black hole gradually closed, Yan Junyi flew back with light work, but he was not soaked, and the rain seemed to avoid him.

It's just that at this moment, apart from the sound of crashing rain in Qingyun Temple, it is too quiet.Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, his eyes froze, he clenched his long sword tightly, and shouted, "He Yunqing! He Yunqing?"

However, there was no response even after calling a few times, Yan Junyi's face turned cold, and he quickly ran to He Yunqing's room, and opened the door violently.

however.

There was no one in the room, only countless manuscripts flying in the air.