Night Talk Hundred Stories

When it was late at night, Zhao Xiaozhu went to the courtyard, and patted the osmanthus tree lightly. Suddenly, some osmanthus flowers in full bloom fell down like snow.

A moment later, there was a woman walking towards him gracefully from the side door in the backyard.

Zhao Xiaozhu smiled slightly, and took out the jade flute in his hand and put it to his lips. With his fingers flying, there was a clear sound of the flute; the woman danced to his flute, the so-called beauty under the moonlight forest, That's all.

"It's so beautiful." Qing He turned his head and said softly to Hei Yao.

Hei Yao shook his head and said: "How beautiful is it? That woman has been dead for an unknown amount of time, and her body is full of yin energy. If that person sees her again, her energy will slowly dissipate."

Qing He held Hei Yao's hand tightly, with a bit of unbearable brows, "Then... shall we tell him not to see that girl?"

"That man probably knows who the other party is, but he still wants to meet. A few words from you and I may not be of much use." Hei Yao stretched out his hand and gently closed the wooden window. He, let's just wait and see."

The melodious and melodious sound of the flute was still in my ears, and Qinghe sighed softly.

Hei Yao never wanted to see him disappointed, bent down and hugged him in his arms, and asked softly: "Qinghe has only met him once, why is he sad for the two of them?"

"Although I have only met once, I feel that the two of them look like they have known each other for many years, so they fit well... I think it is really wrong to separate them because people and ghosts have different paths."

Hei Yao comforted him and said: "You also said that the two of them have different paths, and it is rare luck to be able to steal a few days, so why feel sad about it?"

Qinghe sighed, "Is a few days enough?"

"Huh?" Hei Yao noticed that the flute outside the window changed another song, but he couldn't hear clearly what he said, so he rubbed his chin against his head again, "What did you say?"

Qing He shook his head, "Since there are only a few days, I hope they are happy these few days."

"Forget it," Hei Yao shrugged, "Anyway, our left and right are irrelevant people, so just don't interfere."

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When going out the next day, the two happened to meet Zhao Xiaozhu and his party. Hei Yao glanced at each other. There was a slight cyan color between the young man's brows.

It seems that the female ghost is really harmless.Hei Yao thought so.

Chu Chen was very happy to see Qing He, and nodded to the two of them, "Are you two young masters getting up early to catch the morning market?"

Qinghe had never heard about the morning market, so he asked, "What is the morning market? Is it fun?"

Chu Chen smiled and said: "I heard people say that you go out along the street and turn left at the end to find the market in the city. It opens early in the morning, so it's called the morning market; it's lively there, but I don't know if it suits my little master."

"Hei Yao, shall we go?"

Hei Yao nodded, then nodded slightly to the group of people, and led Qinghe to go out.

Chu Chen looked at the backs of the two of them, stroked his chin and said, "It's the first time I've seen a brother who dotes on his brother like this, always leading him wherever he goes."

"If you have such a younger brother, you must be so precious." Li Shu laughed.

"It's a pity that I don't have any brothers." Chu Chen shrugged, "There are a lot of senior brothers, but it's a pity that none of them dote on me."

He was originally the youngest in the sect, and anyone in the sect could call him "Little Junior Brother" when they saw him, which made him quite depressed.

Li Shu scolded him with a smile: "What a heartless person, let the fourth senior brother listen to this tomorrow, he is the most... dislike you."

Chu Chen immediately took Li Shu's hand and pleaded: "Senior Brother, I said something wrong, so please don't tell Fourth Senior Brother..."

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Wandering Taoist priests are characters that have never been lacking in any dynasty.

Shopkeeper Chen was probably still worried about the ghost crying in the middle of the night. He saw the Taoist priest exorcising ghosts in front of the door. The strange thing in the backyard, I want to see if the ghost cry has not been heard today, could it be that the earth god has left?

At the beginning of the night, there is still a trace of fiery red sunset glow in the sky, which contrasts with the gradually dark blue sky. Qinghe lay on the low stool by the window and watched intently until the last trace of red was swallowed by the dark blue. Only then reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Hei Yao asked Xiao Er to bring the food to the room, and seeing him watching the sunset, he greeted him: "It's getting late, it's a serious matter to come over for dinner."

Qinghe jumped off the low stool, sat down at the table and asked Hei Yao: "Tell me, will the dancing girl still appear tonight?"

Hei Yao served gruel for him all night, "I don't know about that, if that person doesn't provoke him, he probably won't come out, right?" As he said this, he recalled the figure outside the window on the first night, and felt a little nervous. Not sure, said: "Are you still waiting to see?"

"No." Qing He shook his head, "I'm curious why she only appears around the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I don't know if it's really homesickness." Hei Yao sat down opposite him, looked out the window, and saw a man dressed as a Taoist priest walking under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

Hei Yao frowned slightly, did he come to catch that female ghost?

Seeing his expression, Qinghe also turned his head to look out the window, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Isn't this a Taoist priest who specializes in ghost hunting?" He put down the bowl in his hand, got up and walked towards the window, saying: "Hei Yao, There is no evil spirit in that female ghost, why did they want to catch her?"

Hei Yao knows that in the eyes of mortals, a ghost is a ghost. Although he has never done anything harmful to others, he is not of our race. His words can be forgiven, and his heart can be punished!

Since he is a wolf demon, although he is cold-hearted towards things other than Qinghe, at this moment he can't help but feel sad that something hurts others, so he also got up and walked to the window to see what happened.

Seeing the two of them approaching the window, the shopkeeper greeted them and explained: "Young masters, the Taoist priest is here to look at the Lord Earth God, and he will not interfere with the affairs of the surrounding people. Please rest assured, both of you."

Hei Yao nodded and said: "The two of us have never seen this before, so we are curious, whether it hinders the Taoist priest?"

The Taoist priest wanted to show off, so he waved his hands after hearing this and said, "It's okay, if you two are curious, just watch how I do it."

Qing He pursed his lips and smiled, the Taoist priest looked so profound that he couldn't even tell that there were wolves and grass standing in front of him.

But it's not that Taoist priests are useless, both of them have hundreds of years of cultivation, Hei Yao has cultivated for nearly a thousand years because of the elixir, and Qinghe is the fairy grass, so naturally there will be no foul smell, so ordinary people are absolutely Can't see the real body of the two of them.

Hei Yao nodded: "I won't bother you, and I'll ask the Taoist priest to do it."

Because Zhao Xiaozhu and the others hadn't come back yet, it was a bit embarrassing for shopkeeper Chen not to bring the Taoist priest into the house, but the Taoist priest said it was all right, and took out something from the cloth bag on his back.

That thing is a small bell, about the size of a child's fist, golden all over, engraved with a soul-attracting charm, because of the complicated strokes, it looks like an ancient pattern, quite beautiful.The Taoist closed his eyes and took the Yinhun Ling and shook it gently in his hand, and he was also chanting words.

Shopkeeper Chen stood by the door, feeling a little strange, the bell was shaking, why didn't there be any sound at all?

But for a moment, the Taoist priest stopped his hands and let go and threw the bell into the air. The bell didn't land on the ground, but instead seemed to be lifted by someone, and gradually made a clear and crisp sound in the air without wind. As soon as he sank, he said loudly in his mouth: "The land here is the most spiritual of the gods, ascending to heaven and earth, going out of the dark and into the dark, playing for me, don't stay!"

The sound of the bell was louder and more urgent, but in the blink of an eye, it flew out by itself.

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