Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

"You, you, you..." Shishi thumped twice, trying to defend himself, but finally crawled out of the cave in desperation, and before he could climb two steps, Yan Chicheng pulled him back by hooking his collar.

"I, I, I..." Shito hesitated, "Why are you so angry, you scared me to death..."

Yan Chicheng looked at him coldly, and said lightly, "I'm not angry."

Shi Shi shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Your eyes look like you're going to hit someone."

Yan Chicheng smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he still comforted him in a low voice that could freeze stubble: "I won't hit you."

After a cup of tea.

"Back straight." Yan Chicheng sat in the upper seat, playing with a string of emerald jade bracelets.

The stone hummed twice, standing tremblingly on the towering boulder directly in front of the cave. This boulder is more than ten feet high, the bottom is like a pot, and the top of the stone is like a bamboo shoot. , at the foot of the stone is the first Chaoyang slope on the top peak of the Wuling School. At this moment, there are densely packed kneeling Wuling disciples who came to hear the news of the immortals.

Shi Shi only felt as if he was being hung in mid-air to be watched by others. He twisted his face, looked at the rice paper in his hand, and read aloud: "I was wrong!" It was blown away by the wind.

"Louder." Yan Chicheng said again, the bracelet was pulled back into his sleeve by him, and he picked the crystal clear grapes from the fruit plate again.

"I was wrong!!" Shitou yelled with his eyes closed, "I am the sky, number one in the world, I am a big fool, I don't distinguish between left and right, and I don't work hard..."

He cried "wow" as he yelled, and turned his head to look at Yan Chicheng who was sitting leisurely beside him. The anger shown by the fairy was put away for a moment, and his eyes were deep now, like a dry well. Can't see the emotion like water: "God, Daxian, please do me a favor, hit someone, I can't afford to lose this person..."

"Louder." Yan Chicheng said in a warm voice, the tone was the same as "eat more" when he was bringing him food, "otherwise I won't let you down all day today."

Shitou desperately asked Xue Lingjing for help, and turned his head after just one glance—the majestic head of Wuling looked like a quail when he saw an immortal, with his head bowed and his sleeves folded, and it seemed like a sin to say anything more.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to read: "I, the biggest fool in the world, don't cherish, cherish my body, use forbidden spells indiscriminately, almost hurt, hurt myself, and cause great disasters, guilty! I should be punished! I will do it next time." , Definitely, change, if you commit the crime again, it will be... Yan Chicheng!!"

Yan Chicheng seemed to have never heard of it.

Shitou blushed like a concubine, and continued, "Climb around Wuling three times while standing upside down, and recite this self-criticism a hundred times!"

The solemn and quiet atmosphere was finally broken. The Wuling disciples watched their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, and knelt neatly. However, Shitou could clearly hear muffled muffled laughter from the crowd.

Shitou thought that his prestige was ruined once, and he felt ashamed immediately. He wished he could disappear on the spot, so he heard Yan Chicheng ask calmly: "Have you remembered the lesson?"

"Remember, remember!" He nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, lost strength in his feet, and sat down on the ground with his legs limp, "Yan Chicheng, hug me down quickly."

"When you remember it, read it a few more times." Xianjun leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Stone wailed loudly.

He was confused for a while, and he didn't know how long he tossed and tossed. He only felt that three souls were out of his body. When he read it for the last few times, he rolled his eyes and opened his tongue like a drunk. Yan Chicheng finally opened his mouth and called him. When he came back, he immediately returned to his body, jumped up like taking a dose of strong medicine, jumped straight off the top of the big rock, and smashed Yan Chicheng.

Yan Chicheng didn't hug him, just flicked his sleeves, lightly sending him to the futon beside him.

Shi Shi pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "You don't like me anymore."

"Use this spell next time, and I'll put a lock on you." Yan Chicheng said, "Well, what do you want me to do?"

When Shitou heard the words lock up, he remembered something, and suddenly his face flushed, and he heard him mention the business, so he had to stop the strange words, and said honestly: "Do you know that spring live eats brocade insects?" ?”

Yan Chicheng looked at him, without saying a word, Shi Shi understood the meaning of tacit consent, and then asked: "It is said that the gods slaughtered all the ghosts, I want to ask you if you know how the brocade insects survived."

"Eat brocade insects have yin and yang souls." Yan Chicheng said concisely.

Stone: "Huh?"

"As we all know, ghosts don't have bodies, only souls." Yan Chicheng bent his fingers and tapped the forehead of the stone, "There is a flying dragon waterfall in the ghost way, which flows down from the heavens and goes deep into the ten houses of the ghost way. Born at the top of the waterfall, every spring, it goes down the river and thrives under the waterfall."

Shitou clicked his tongue twice and asked, "So, it was born in the fairy world, so it's not a pure evil?"

"On the contrary." Yan Chicheng shook his head lightly, "The fairyland is clean, but the larvae are not stained with the slightest mundane dust, and because of this, it falls into the ghost realm with a very clean body, and becomes a complete ghost fetus. Compared with other evil things, it is more pure and sinister."

"So there are yin and yang souls?" Shitou picked up the grapes on the table with great interest, chewed them in his mouth, and twisted his nose to spit them out, "Why does it have a strange smell?"

"The yang soul is evil, and the yin soul is pure. When he exterminated the ghost way, the brocade-eating insects tore apart the soul and fled in all directions. He was a little afraid of the insects, and he didn't want to search carefully, so he only killed the yang soul, and followed The Immortal Emperor made a errand." Yan Chicheng said slowly, "Without Yang Po, brocade-eating insects are no different from ordinary insects and ants, and I have never heard of any disasters in the past hundred years."

Shi Shi keenly noticed that Yan Chicheng's tone of voice was slightly different when referring to "him". Maybe he breathed out, maybe he touched his teeth, and the trembling of the root of his tongue might have become softer, not like speaking, but like a very gentle strumming.

"Who is he?" He couldn't help asking, "Let's hear it?"

Before Yan Chicheng could answer, there was a "bang choke" sound in the cave, and the medicine jar at the entrance of the cave was rubbed by someone, and it flew to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

"I've finished answering all the questions." Xian Jun stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave, "Don't call me again next time, if you really have something to do, be bolder and come back to Xiaojing Lake."

"Hey, I haven't..." Shito shouted dissatisfiedly while chasing him.

"The matter of Wuling," Yan Chicheng stopped suddenly, and the stone hit his back without stopping, "You are not allowed to interfere any more."

"Why!" Shitou was gagged by him several times in succession, and he couldn't help but shout angrily, but before he finished speaking, Xianjun's figure disappeared without a trace.

Shi Shi had no choice but to jump into the air: "I want to care! I think you are afraid of ghosts, don't be afraid, a husband and wife for a day, Brother Shi will protect you! Just hide in the bed and shake and cry Bar!"

The author says:

Make up for Sunday, there will be more later