The days when I was a ghost in Liaozhai

Master Sifan was trampled on by An Feng, and Xia Anqian's strong words made him unreasonable, so he could only smile helplessly, and there was something in his words: "Amitabha, don't worry about the female benefactor, if you can go to Suolong Mountain, you must be destined. We will meet each other by fate, so naturally we won’t have other plans.”

Xia An's shallow smile was a little cold, and he glanced at him without speaking. Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan in front of him were staying in front of a mural.

This fake monk really didn't have any malice towards her and An Feng, and he was holding a candle dragon... She glanced back at the picture of a candle dragon, and An Feng's mood was not quite right after seeing this candle dragon.

She looked at Master Sifan and asked, "Master just said that Dragon Girl already has flesh and blood in her womb, or is it the inheritance of Zhu Yin's family, and what about her child?"

Master Sifan: "This old monk is not clear."

Xia Anqian: "..."

"It is said that after the death of the spirit beast, the dragon girl disappeared, let alone her unborn child. Emperor Zhongshan tried many methods, but he still couldn't find the whereabouts of the dragon girl. However, many things happened in the dark. There is a certain number, maybe one day, the dragon girl and the flesh and blood in her belly will suddenly appear."

Xia An looked coldly at the monk in front of him as if he was playing a riddle, feeling a little impatient. "The master speaks directly, but I am naturally dull. I can't understand what I said after ten or eight turns."

Master Sifan looked at the pair of siblings in front of him, just smiled and said: "Since the female benefactor and my younger brother are destined to come to Suolong Mountain, why not stay in Fanghua Temple for a few days. Fanghua Temple also has a courtyard specially prepared for female pilgrims."

Xia Anqian lowered her head and looked at An Feng.The little guy who was originally unhappy, looked like he was flipping through a book, suddenly his eyes lit up, he broke away from Xia Anqian's hand, and ran to the mural in front of Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan.

Xia An glanced over, it was a mural of celestial maidens scattering flowers. In the painting, there were many celestial maidens in the garden, with a flower basket bent in their arms, and one of them was a person with draped hair. Among them, she seemed to be quite popular with everyone. , I saw her standing in the middle of the garden, with a soft and beautiful appearance, and the goddesses all around looked at her with smiles on their faces.And not far from the group of celestial girls, there is a woman with her hair in a bun on the steps. The woman looks very young, but her hair is coiled up high, revealing a sense of glamor.Beside her, stood a monk.

Master Sifan just said that every mural here has a story, so what kind of story does that painting have?

Xia Anqian turned her head, and was about to ask Master Sifan, who knew that fake monk Shenlong had disappeared without a trace.

Late at night, the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Everything in Suolong Mountain was very quiet, only the chirping of insects could be heard, Xia Anqian took Anfeng and sat on the top of Fanghua Temple to bask in the moonlight.

However, the two of them who were basking in the moonlight very quietly suddenly saw Zhu Xiaolian walking down the path.

Xia Anqian felt strange, in the middle of the night, he was a mere mortal and weak scholar, with neither strength nor power to restrain a chicken, sleeping restlessly in the room, what did he run out for?Have you read too many romantic stories, and still want to meet flower demons and fox demons in the deep mountains and old ridges?

An Feng was very obediently basking in the moonlight, but when he noticed Zhu Xiaolian's movement, he immediately stood up, tilted his head and looked at the scholar's back, and the small figure swooped down.

Only halfway through the flight, he was pulled back by the white silk flying out of Xia An's light sleeve.

He looked up, and his big eyes looked at Xia Anqian with some puzzlement.

Xia An retracted the white silk in his light sleeves, squatted down and hugged his small body, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, let's see where he is going first."

An Feng pouted, and stood on the roof reluctantly.

Xia Anqian hugged him and smiled. To be honest, after arriving at Suolong Mountain and seeing the picture of a candle dragon in a sea of ​​clouds, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.I always feel that something is about to happen, and Suolong Mountain is full of aura, but now that everything is quiet in the middle of the night, there are no spirits and monsters coming out to move in this mountain?

This place is unbelievably quiet during the day, and so peaceful at night, full of weirdness everywhere.

I don't know if Lord Ghost Messenger went into Zhongshan to meet the Emperor Zhongshan. If he was there, he might be able to know what is so weird about this place.Thinking about this, Xia Anqian suddenly felt that she missed Lord Ghost Envoy very much.

As she thought about it, she turned out the conch shell that was forced to be bought and sold by Lord Ghost in Beihai back then.

The conch is called Qiankun snail, and it is said that it can record many sounds.

Xia Anqian had never used Qiankun snails before, and she didn't know how to use the ostentatiously beautiful conch, so she played with the conch in her hand.An Feng was originally a little unhappy because Xia Anqian didn't let him follow Zhu Xiaolian, but now he saw the conch in Xia Anqian's hand, and suddenly attracted his attention.

He looked at the beautifully patterned conch in Xia Anqian's hand, and stroked it.

Xia Anqian: "Do you like it?"

An Feng blinked.

Xia An smiled and handed the conch to him, "I heard from Lord Ghost Messenger that this conch can memorize many voices, and I don't know if he is bluffing me. Do you know how to play?"

An Feng took the conch, looked at it for a while, and then tapped the conch left and right with his fingers. Xia Anqian was not worried that he would damage the conch, so he let him go.

An Feng knocked and knocked, and suddenly "An Qian" came from the Qiankun snail.

Xia Anqian was stunned, it was Heiwuchang's voice.

Not only Xia Anqian was stunned, but An Feng was also taken aback by the voice.

The voice paused for a moment, and then came the man's low laughter. The laughter was full of sighs and helplessness, but with indescribable tenderness. He called out again: "An Qian."

Xia Anqian: "..."

Hearing those two calls from Master Ghost Messenger, her heart was broken, and her face was still burning hot.

An Feng stared at the conch in front of him, then shook it again, as if he thought he could say something.Only then did Xia Anqian realize, "Hey, An Feng, don't shake."

An Feng turned a deaf ear to it and shook it again.

Then the voice of Lord Guishi with a helpless smile came out again, "Hey, it seems a bit stupid to talk to a conch. I don't expect you to be able to hear the voice in this Qiankun snail. You don't think the Qiankun snail obstructs the place, no I should be happy to throw it away."

Hearing Hei Wuchang's words, a scene of a man in a black robe sitting on the beach, talking with a conch in his hand suddenly appeared in Xia Anqian's mind.

Suddenly, thoughts flooded.

She never knew that she would miss someone like this.

An Feng began to study the conch conch wholeheartedly, as if he wanted to understand this thing, how could there be the voice of Lord Ghost Messenger.I saw him shaking his left hand and clapping his right hand, the conch was not destroyed in his hands, it was very lucky.

Only then did Xia Anqian come back to her senses, and quickly stretched out her arms to hug An Feng, "Alright, An Feng, don't break it."

An Feng stopped, holding the conch in both hands and looked at Xia Anqian.

At this moment, Xia Anqian happened to see Zhu Xiaolian walking to the east, released his consciousness, and found that he actually stopped in front of the mural he saw during the day.Did this poor scholar actually go to see the murals?

Xia Anqian was still thinking about it, but suddenly, Zhu Xiaolian disappeared out of thin air.

Xia Anqian's spiritual consciousness could be seen clearly, Zhu Xiaolian just stood in front of the mural and disappeared out of thin air!

So what's wrong with those murals?

Xia Anqian held An Feng's hand, "An Feng, let's go and have a look."

On the nanmu corridor leading to the murals in the east, there is silvery moonlight shining on it, and those flowers whose names can not be named, swaying slightly in the breeze under the moonlight, their postures are enchanting.Xia Anqian and An Feng arrived in front of the mural, and there was nothing unusual about the Candle and Dragon Picture in the Sea of ​​Clouds. She walked to the mural where Zhu Xiaolian stayed just now, and it was exactly the picture of the Goddess Scattering Flowers they saw during the day.It's just...Xia Anqian's eyes staring at the mural suddenly widened.

That mural is different from what it was seen during the day.

There was one more person on it, one more man, and that man stood beside the girl with disheveled hair, opposite to the girl.And the glamorous woman with coiled hair and the monk she saw earlier disappeared from the mural.

This is really weird enough.

Xia Anqian was about to take An Feng to find Master Sifan, when suddenly the scenery around her changed, she and An Feng were no longer in the Fanghua Temple illuminated by the moonlight, they were standing in a In the garden, hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, not far away, Zhu Xiaolian was facing a group of beautiful women at a loss.

Xia Anqian looked at the scene ahead, unable to react.

Did she fall under someone else's illusion, or did she enter another space through the mural?But An Feng's real body is a candle-holding dragon, all magic is useless, and illusions are useless to An Feng.Now An Feng has also followed her to this place... It can be seen that it is not an illusion.

An Feng didn't care so much, he suddenly went from one place to another, which was very novel.As a result, An Feng, who was very novel in his heart, suddenly turned into a wild horse, happily broke away from Xia Anqian's holding his hand, and ran forward.

Before Xia Anqian had time to pull him back, a girl had already seen the little doll in light blue clothes, and exclaimed in a very surprised tone: "Ah! What a beautiful little doll."

Xia Anqian: "..."

The girl's voice attracted the attention of other women in the courtyard. They were watching the girl with loose hair and Zhu Xiaolian, but now they heard someone say that there was a beautiful little doll, and they all looked over in unison.

The little doll carved in pink and jade stood in front of a peony flower. He tilted his head, and his black and white eyes looked curiously at the pair of eyes staring at him. Looking at it, he was unhappy.The little guy frowned, and suddenly smashed the flower with his hands, pulling up a peony beside him, and then all the petals of the peony flew up, and then flew towards the girls.

Xia Anqian turned pale with shock: "An Feng!"

The petals that had already flown out stopped in mid-air, An Feng turned his head and looked at Xia Anqian with aggrieved eyes, expressing very clearly that he didn't like being surrounded by people.