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Night of the full moon.A gust of summer wind blew by, and a few wisps of black clouds quietly covered the silver moon like a silver plate, casting a dark shadow on the deep mountains in summer night.

The original corpses in the mountain temple had already been disposed of, only the bloody smell remained in the lobby, Xie Yan held his nose in disgust.The incense candles on the originally messy incense table had been burned out, and blood-red candle tears spread across the entire table table. The pious mountain people at the foot of the mountain replaced it with a brand new red candle, which was quietly burning under the enshrined small hill stone statue.Occasionally, a few breezes pass through the hall, causing the dim yellow flames to flutter from time to time.

"Squeak—" The wooden door in the backyard, which had been eroded by wind and rain for a long time, made a piercing hiss under the gentle push of a slender palm.

It seems that the closer you get to the backyard, the more fragrant the scent of rosin becomes. "It should be around here." Xie Yan looked around, muttered something in a low voice, and stretched his legs out.

In the yard, there is a huge Sophora japonica tree, with strings of snow-white Sophora japonica branches hanging down heavily, just like the indelible white snow on the mountains and rivers in December.The mountain breeze is blowing in all directions, and the cool aroma permeates everywhere, making people unable to bear a sneeze.Half-broken snow-white petals fluttered down from the canopy, intermittently forming pieces of broken snow-white carpet under the shadow of the canopy around the trunk.

There is a folk song of "house taboo", which says: willow mulberry, locust tree, poplar, neem, five ghosts in the tree-no mulberry in the front, no willow in the back, no ghost in the courtyard and clap your hands.To put it simply, willow, mulberry, locust tree, neem, and big-leaf poplar whose leaves rattle like "ghosts" clap their hands after the wind, are all taboos when planting trees in town houses.Xie Yan didn't know how true the rumor was, but pagoda tree is a ghost among trees, so many coffins are made of pagoda tree.

A petal on the branch trembled slightly, floated down from the crown of the tree, spun a few times in mid-air, and landed gently on Xie Yan's left shoulder.Xie Yan, who circled half a circle around the locust tree, turned his head, facing the fragrant wind mixed with different scents, and plucked the petal from his left shoulder.

Logically speaking, even if the flower petals of Sophora japonica were scattered in different corners by the wind, there should be no land with no petals.Xie Yan squinted his eyes, staring at a few spots on the ground that had no petals, picked up the petals, and moved his fingertips slightly. Suddenly, the petals flew straight towards the gaps on the ground as if they were filled with lead.

Unexpectedly, the petals seemed to touch some entity, and when they collided, they shattered into white powder.As if he understood something, Xie Yan turned serious, held up the white rainbow, and swung it vigorously, only to see a dazzling sword light flash, and the enchantment in front of him was cut straight like cracked thin ice, and at the same time several dark coffins Appeared in the eyes.

Another sword was swung away, and the top cover of one of the coffins wailed and flew out. The strong scent of rosin covered by the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers wafted out, mixed with a bloody smell that was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Xie Yan went up to take a look, and saw a woman with a lifelike face lying inside, still wearing the red wedding dress when she got married—unfortunately, she was already dead.Her face is the same as when she was alive because she was lying in a coffin filled with light yellow turpentine to keep her body from decaying.There are even a few petals dotted on the transparent pine resin, like a huge amber, extremely beautiful.Exquisite and beautiful amber, like the ancient mountains and rivers, is immortal for years.Xie Yan couldn't help muttering: "It's a strange idea to make people into amber..."

"Such a beautiful thing will not dissipate." The red-clothed mountain ghost who suddenly appeared behind blinked, with a sly smile on his face, and threw a handful of things at Xie Yan as if playing tricks.

Thinking that the mountain ghost was suddenly in trouble, Xie Yan's heart stopped, turned his face away and took a few steps back, waving the white rainbow, and whittled the hidden weapon that was rushing towards him into a pile of white powder, floating around his body, dreamy, beautiful and with a touch of light The sweet fragrance—it turns out to be nothing but the petals of Sophora japonica.

The mountain ghost's movements were strange, and he came and went without a trace, but Xie Yan was relieved that he didn't make trouble: "... Where is the mountain god?"

"Mountain God?" Kong Tong leisurely jumped onto another deep pagoda tree coffin, stood up straight, took off the wreath on his head and threw it on Xie Yan's head, carefully gesturing on the height of the two, " I am the mountain god."

Looking at the blood-red plum blossoms on Shan Gui's clothes, Xie Yan blurted out, "What about the phoenix tree?"

"The phoenix tree? The phoenix tree is mine!" The innocent and harmless smile on the mountain ghost's face cracked, and his expression became ferocious. "I threw the phoenix tree into the water and turned it into a water god—you came to find the phoenix tree?"

"No, I'll just ask." Xie Yan noticed that the mountain ghost was moody, so he quickly waved his hands and explained.

"You can't even ask!" The mountain ghost took back his garland with all his strength, as if he was afraid of being robbed of something from him, and stared fiercely at his red phoenix eyes, "He is mine! Anyone who covets the phoenix tree will die!"

He started going crazy at the slightest disagreement... Xie Yan was dumbfounded, and just as he moved his feet, trying to escape, he felt a cold sword edge on his neck.

"Wan Wanyan, you want to find Wutong?" The mountain ghost gritted his teeth sadly, "Didn't you say that you want to serve the mountain god? I agree! I will make you into the most beautiful amber and give it to Wutong. "

Xie Yan wished he could slap himself who was talking nonsense that day, it was a mistake that would cause eternal hatred.Gently pushing the tip of the sword on his neck far away, Xie Yan showed a big smile: "What are you looking for? Sophora japonica is not pretty or you can't hold the knife anymore?"

Hearing this, the mountain ghost put down his sword, looked at Xie Yan and pondered for a moment, then seriously retorted: "I only know how to use a sword."

This mountain ghost has a high level of cultivation, but his brain seems... Xie Yan suddenly held his heart and sighed heavily: "I am a person. I have a problem. If I can't figure things out, I will die with grievances. The appearance of death is horrific. I am afraid that I will die like this." Scared Wutong—” He secretly looked at the mountain ghost who was lost in thought from the corner of his eye.

"No! Don't scare Wutong! Is there anything you can't figure out? Tell me, and I don't know anything about this mountain." The mountain ghost patted his chest proudly.

Seeing that the topic has been brought to the past, Xie Yan couldn't wait to say: "I want to know, what kind of poison did you say about Jane last time—that white hair? Can it be cured?"

The mountain ghost suddenly split open an empty coffin next to it with a palm, and pushed the silent Xie Yan in, his tone full of eagerness: "Wu Tong said that human beings are untrustworthy, you lie in it first, and I will tell you later."

Hey, you know how to bargain, so you don't look stupid.Xie Yan rolled his eyes, and obediently lay down in it as he said, and asked without giving up: "Can you cure his poison?"

"What poison? I'm talking nonsense. Isn't his white hair poisoned or is it natural?" Kongtong fished out a wooden bucket of light yellow turpentine from nowhere, and poured it into Xie Yan's side with a clatter. He nodded his head and replied, "Wutong likes to save people, but I like to kill people—you should lie down quickly, it's better to have a laugh."

"That is, Wutong can save him?"

"I can't save it! I can't save it! Wait for death!" The mountain ghost couldn't help complaining, "Why are you more verbose than the bald donkeys on the top of the mountain?"

"Then I won't die with peace!" Xie Yan, who was covered in sticky resin, sat up unconvinced.

"Let him go." After a cold snort, a gust of wind hit, and the dilapidated backyard door shattered into two halves

"White hair and ice cube face?" Kongtong raised his head, his confused eyes passed over the menacing sword repairman in white, and landed on the shattered door panel behind him, he was clear for a moment, and roared, "Wutong cherishes his mountain temple most , you even tore down the backyard door?!"

Angry, Kongtong stabbed the unprepared Xie Yan with his sword: "Wan Wanyan, he destroyed Wutong's gate, I will kill you, so Wutong won't be mad at me for killing people."

Fortunately, his body was not slow to react, and Xie Yan narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the sword, only to have a few strands of hair cut off.He looked helpless: what does this have to do with me?

"Let him go." Jian Suyu put down the night training, tried to communicate in a low voice, "I will pay you for the door." Then with a fingertip, a nearby big tree fell down suddenly, causing dust to fly all over the place.

Xie Yan felt the spiritual power surging around Jian Suyu who was practicing at night with complicated emotions. There were only eight words in his mind: Flower of Gaoling, chisel the door online.

Not long after, Jian Suyu dragged a door panel that he had cut extremely flat, as if holding some precious bargaining chip, and approached them step by step.

"Wait! If you say cut down a tree, cut down a tree, won't your conscience hurt?" The sullen mountain ghost suddenly stopped Jian Suyu's pace, touched his chin and thought carefully, and suggested, " ...how about a few more plum blossoms?"

Jian Suyu waved Xiao Lian expressionlessly, only to hear a few swishing sounds, and a budding plum blossom suddenly appeared on the door panel.

The mountain ghost lingered suspiciously between the two of them for a moment, as if confirming something, his face suddenly revealed: "Bai Mao, do you like to bend your eyes?"

Before Jian Suyu could answer, Xie Yan twitched his lips and interrupted the awkward topic: "If you are helpless, I will go to Wutong."

"Don't look for the sycamore tree!" The mountain ghost frowned, and waved at Jian Suyu viciously, "Bai Mao, come here and give him a kiss! I don't think he will grab the sycamore tree with me, hurry up!"

... What's wrong with this?Xie Yan turned his face away, so a light kiss fell on the hair like a superficial kiss.At the same time, there was a flash of sword light, and Xie Yan heard the blunt sound of a sharp object piercing into the flesh, and a suppressed muffled groan from the person beside him.

The mountain ghost pulled out his sword, felt the blood in the air, and said word by word: "Now your conscience will hurt, right?"

Jian Suyu pursed her lips, there was a big hole in her chest, blood kept flowing from it, dyed several bright red plum blossoms on the pure white robe, and also dyed the plum blossoms on the door panel red.

The eyes were red all over the sky, Xie Yan caught the seriously injured person who fell into his arms, only felt that his eyes seemed to be burned, and he felt dizzy for a moment.

Xiao Lian moved to protect the Lord, and the soaring spiritual power sent the dazed mountain ghost flying away.Sensing Xie Yan who was trembling all the time, Jian Suyu raised her hand with difficulty, trying to wipe away a few drops of blood that splashed on his lips, but rubbed Xie Yan's tightly pressed lips to make them more red.

"You actually hurt him! I'm not willing to touch him—" Xie Yan's eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, his body was full of murderous aura, and the white rainbow whose blade had turned red was carrying the blazing momentum of karma to the near distance The mountain ghost at the place stabs away. "I want your life!"