The two of them sighed a few times, walked around the hall and went to the monk's house. Sure enough, they saw two monk's houses in the east and west, but they were just hidden.
But I saw a small house in the south, with a new door.
The two of them thought that there were monks here, so they did not dare to break in and just took a walk to wait for the monk to return.
I saw a bamboo arched in the east of the hall, and a huge pond under the steps, with the fragrance of wild lotus roots falling apart, making it look even more desolate.
At dusk, a scholar returned and opened the door of the small house in the south. The two of them hurried forward to salute and express their intentions.
The scholar was very generous: I also lived here, but there was no distinction between a guest and a guest here. I lived alone and was very lucky to meet two of you.I pack my luggage later and come to my room for a drink. I wonder if it is possible?
Xu Xianxi said: It’s just my wish. There is no need to clean up, the two of them just borrowed the bed, made a few boards, and cleaned up at will.
It was the moon bright and noble at night, and the clear light was like water. The three of them were clinging to the hall and corridor, each with their names.The scholar said that his surname was Yàn, and his name was Chixia.
Xu Xian was shocked and said: What, your name is Yàn Chixia?
Xu Xian felt that his mind was very confused. He had watched "A Chinese Ghost Story" countless times. It should be the case of the Ming Dynasty, but Pu Songling was a person from the Qing Dynasty. Of course, he heard these stories, and were passed down by word of mouth, but he didn't know when and where it happened.
But Xu Xian deeply understood at this moment that it was probably at this time.
Yàn Chixiaqi said: Have you heard of my name?
Xu Xian reluctantly replied: I felt familiar with it vaguely, but I really haven't heard of it.Forget it, drink.
Ning Caichen and Yàn Chixia were both unconcerned and didn't care. The three of them sat on the ground, drinking and laughing, and were so happy.
Xu Xian, who was a little confused, glanced at Ning Caichen and said to himself: Brother, you are the protagonist Ah tonight!
He had figured it out that this should be the plot in the book rather than the movie. Then there should be no need to fight a big boss like the Black Mountain Old Demon. In the end, Ning Caichen, who escaped the disaster with the help of Yàn Chixia, took Nie Xiaoqian away quite easily. It was a very happy ending, but it wasn’t it?
It was just a matter of heaven's will or was it purely accidental. As long as you are a spectator next to you, you will pass by.
It is false to say that Xiaoqian has no mind at all, but she already has Bai Suzhen, so why bother to destroy other people's happiness?
Xu Xian let go of his mind, and the three of them were indulging in laughter. They were all upright people, and they spoke very well.
Ning Caichen suspected that Chixia was a candidate. At that time, when the Tongsheng exam in Jinhua County was in the middle of the exam, the students in the villages and towns went to take the exam.
But when he heard that his accent was not from Zhejiang, he couldn't help asking.
Where is Brother Yàn?
I am from Qin.In modern times, it is in the Shaanxi-Gansu area. Anyone who has heard people there understands that his words are born with a simple and sincere taste, which is exactly the same as the style of Chixia.
But when Xu Xian asked him why he came here, Chixia just smiled and refused to answer.
It was dark and the three of them parted, and they went back to their rooms to rest.Originally, Xu Xian should have lived in the same room with Ning Caichen, but in order not to affect his love luck, he took the initiative to move to another room.
Xu Xian thought about everything that was going to happen tonight, and he couldn't sleep well. The cold moonlight spread into the house along the broken window lattice, and the autumn wind whispered through the corridor outside the house. This situation is really even more movie than a movie.
But he calmed down and thought about it carefully. Where did he see what happened today?
By the way, it is the article "Nie Xiaoqian" in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
Ning Caichen's sentence I have never had in my life. Isn't it just a sentence in the beginning?
He recalled carefully, and said, "I went to Jinhua and went to Beiguo to take on Lan Ruo."Isn’t these eleven words the experience of the two people in the past two days?
It seemed like I had plunged into that article, like a dream.
Xu Xian couldn't help but smile. Isn't it like I was in a dream after traveling through time?It is mysterious and profound, bizarre. If it is really a dream, it should have a good dream.He chanted in a low voice:
The rustling west wind blows through the window lattice, the whistle and autumn grass fills the empty courtyard, and the moonlight penetrates the flying eaves corners, illuminating half of the berry moss.
Just after chanting, life suddenly came outside the house, and it was particularly invasive in this empty and lonely deserted mountain and abandoned temple.
Xu Xian quietly looked through the hole in the window lattice. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, and the moon was no different from the daytime, but where the moonlight could not shine, it was dark. In this wonderful night, the division between light and dark is particularly clear.
Outside the corridor is an open space covered with autumn grass. At the end of the open space is a low wall, and on the other side of the low wall is a small courtyard.
Xu Xian had noticed that the courtyard was silent during the day, but at this time there were women in their forties standing there.
The moonlight shines without a shadow.
Xu Xian held his breath and widened his eyes. What's next could be seen in his previous life.
Sure enough, another old woman with a hunchback was coming, wearing a faded red dress, but a silver comb was inserted on her head, shining brightly under the moonlight.
Xu Xian stretched out his ears and heard them immediately.
The woman complained: Why haven’t Xiaoqian come to Ah yet!
The old woman lowered her head and coughed twice and said: It's coming soon, it's coming soon.
The woman said disliked: Have she not complained to her grandma recently?
The old woman laughed twice, and the sound like a broken bellows made Xu Xian feel cold. The old woman said: From her coming here, who have you heard her complain to?
The woman frowned and said: This little girl is too thoughtful and not her own.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw a 17 or 18-year-old woman standing quietly in the dark corner. The woman felt a trembling heart. There was no gap between her spiritual consciousness so close to her. This little girl's cultivation level was higher again.
The woman looked over with a faint look, not knowing whether she had heard what she had just said or was still listening.
The woman forced herself to smile and said: Oh, isn’t this Xiaoqian?It seems that I can’t talk about people behind my back. As soon as my grandma and I talked about you, you little goblin came quietly, but fortunately, I didn’t say anything bad.
The old woman whispered in a gloomy voice: The little lady is like a person in a painting. If she is a man, she may have been seduced by you.
Xiaoqian said in a cold voice: Who else would say that Xiaoqian is better here except grandma?
Xu Xian also praised in the darkness. Xiaoqian is really a stunning beauty. She is not bad compared to the actor in the movie. She has a pale complexion, a slightly frown of eyebrows, and a thousand kinds of resentment seems to be contained in the flow of beautiful eyes.
That slightly pathological beauty of weakness is something that no actor can express.
However, thinking that such a stunning beauty is about to belong to Ning Caichen, as a man, I feel a little sad and melancholy.
Lao Tzu said that if you don’t see it, you will not be confused.Since Xu Xian saw the desire, his heart was naturally a little confused, but he naturally would not do anything.
When he was immersed in the daily compulsory Taoism and breathed in the power of the sun, all kinds of emotions disappeared, and his heart was filled with endless peace.
There is no sorrow and joy, and no worries.
The dazzling sun in the soul also began to shine. As of today, the size of a child's fist, the light became even more dazzling. Especially on such a full moon night, there will always be a trace of cool energy pouring into the body, making the restless sun less explosive, but it can absorb more light at the same time.
At this time, the light in the soul was particularly fierce, but of course, this light was invisible to ordinary people.But there is only Ning Caichen, the real ordinary person in Lanruo Temple!
The first thing I was surprised was Yàn Chixia. He looked straight at Xu Xian’s resting position through the wall and thought to himself: But I didn’t expect that Xu Xian was actually a practitioner. Looking at the kung fu, the Taoist practice was probably not below me. I didn’t see it in the daytime. It was really strange.
But he is a distant person. He doesn't even look into it. Practitioners have their own paths. Although it is rare, they will not change their posts and call them and form cliques when they see them. This is what people in the world love to do the most, because they are weak, they need accomplices.
Even if the practitioners meet in this mortal world, they will chat and smile, and they will be strangers tonight.It’s not that they are ruthless, but that when they walk on this avenue, they are destined to be lonely.
Xiaoqian had just walked to Ning Caichen's door, and put her hand out and gently placed it on the door. The door bolt had been broken long ago. She could enter her fate with just a light push, but at this time the courtyard next to her emitted a golden light.
Xiaoqian looked at the golden light, her eyes froze, she withdrew her hand, and slowly walked towards Xu Xian's room.
Xu Xian, with his eyes closed, still didn't know what he changed ignorantly?
Xiaoqian felt the burning heat of the light beyond Xu Xian's house, which was inherently restraining the body of the Yin Ghost. If she had not been able to practice successfully, she would probably not even be close.
Xiaoqian's light steps became slower and slower, but she still insisted on walking. Finally, her hand was placed on Xu Xian's door, and with a light push, the door creaked strangely.
The door is open!
The instantly increasing burning sensation made Xiaoqian feel like it was burning, but with the golden and hot light, a trace of heat poured into her cold body.
Xiaoqian suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind and her heart was shocked. Isn’t this the yang energy she needs?
Cultivation like demons and ghosts depends on the moonlight.
To the moon spitting beads, it means that monsters spit out their inner elixirs in the middle of the night to absorb the moon. Although the ghosts do not have inner elixirs, relying on the moon to practice is the same.
However, there is a threshold for ghost cultivation. If you cannot pass, you will be at most a ghost immortal, but it is difficult to become a great way.
This threshold is to require the yang energy of a human being.
But the power of the sun is so hot that even the serious practitioners who practice by absorbing star power in the sea of stars can hardly use it, let alone these monsters and monsters.
But the light that Xu Xian emits now is the extremely pure yang energy.
Xiaoqian hesitated outside the door for a while, but heard a sound from inside. Who is it?It turned out that Xu Xian had woken up.
But I saw a small house in the south, with a new door.
The two of them thought that there were monks here, so they did not dare to break in and just took a walk to wait for the monk to return.
I saw a bamboo arched in the east of the hall, and a huge pond under the steps, with the fragrance of wild lotus roots falling apart, making it look even more desolate.
At dusk, a scholar returned and opened the door of the small house in the south. The two of them hurried forward to salute and express their intentions.
The scholar was very generous: I also lived here, but there was no distinction between a guest and a guest here. I lived alone and was very lucky to meet two of you.I pack my luggage later and come to my room for a drink. I wonder if it is possible?
Xu Xianxi said: It’s just my wish. There is no need to clean up, the two of them just borrowed the bed, made a few boards, and cleaned up at will.
It was the moon bright and noble at night, and the clear light was like water. The three of them were clinging to the hall and corridor, each with their names.The scholar said that his surname was Yàn, and his name was Chixia.
Xu Xian was shocked and said: What, your name is Yàn Chixia?
Xu Xian felt that his mind was very confused. He had watched "A Chinese Ghost Story" countless times. It should be the case of the Ming Dynasty, but Pu Songling was a person from the Qing Dynasty. Of course, he heard these stories, and were passed down by word of mouth, but he didn't know when and where it happened.
But Xu Xian deeply understood at this moment that it was probably at this time.
Yàn Chixiaqi said: Have you heard of my name?
Xu Xian reluctantly replied: I felt familiar with it vaguely, but I really haven't heard of it.Forget it, drink.
Ning Caichen and Yàn Chixia were both unconcerned and didn't care. The three of them sat on the ground, drinking and laughing, and were so happy.
Xu Xian, who was a little confused, glanced at Ning Caichen and said to himself: Brother, you are the protagonist Ah tonight!
He had figured it out that this should be the plot in the book rather than the movie. Then there should be no need to fight a big boss like the Black Mountain Old Demon. In the end, Ning Caichen, who escaped the disaster with the help of Yàn Chixia, took Nie Xiaoqian away quite easily. It was a very happy ending, but it wasn’t it?
It was just a matter of heaven's will or was it purely accidental. As long as you are a spectator next to you, you will pass by.
It is false to say that Xiaoqian has no mind at all, but she already has Bai Suzhen, so why bother to destroy other people's happiness?
Xu Xian let go of his mind, and the three of them were indulging in laughter. They were all upright people, and they spoke very well.
Ning Caichen suspected that Chixia was a candidate. At that time, when the Tongsheng exam in Jinhua County was in the middle of the exam, the students in the villages and towns went to take the exam.
But when he heard that his accent was not from Zhejiang, he couldn't help asking.
Where is Brother Yàn?
I am from Qin.In modern times, it is in the Shaanxi-Gansu area. Anyone who has heard people there understands that his words are born with a simple and sincere taste, which is exactly the same as the style of Chixia.
But when Xu Xian asked him why he came here, Chixia just smiled and refused to answer.
It was dark and the three of them parted, and they went back to their rooms to rest.Originally, Xu Xian should have lived in the same room with Ning Caichen, but in order not to affect his love luck, he took the initiative to move to another room.
Xu Xian thought about everything that was going to happen tonight, and he couldn't sleep well. The cold moonlight spread into the house along the broken window lattice, and the autumn wind whispered through the corridor outside the house. This situation is really even more movie than a movie.
But he calmed down and thought about it carefully. Where did he see what happened today?
By the way, it is the article "Nie Xiaoqian" in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
Ning Caichen's sentence I have never had in my life. Isn't it just a sentence in the beginning?
He recalled carefully, and said, "I went to Jinhua and went to Beiguo to take on Lan Ruo."Isn’t these eleven words the experience of the two people in the past two days?
It seemed like I had plunged into that article, like a dream.
Xu Xian couldn't help but smile. Isn't it like I was in a dream after traveling through time?It is mysterious and profound, bizarre. If it is really a dream, it should have a good dream.He chanted in a low voice:
The rustling west wind blows through the window lattice, the whistle and autumn grass fills the empty courtyard, and the moonlight penetrates the flying eaves corners, illuminating half of the berry moss.
Just after chanting, life suddenly came outside the house, and it was particularly invasive in this empty and lonely deserted mountain and abandoned temple.
Xu Xian quietly looked through the hole in the window lattice. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, and the moon was no different from the daytime, but where the moonlight could not shine, it was dark. In this wonderful night, the division between light and dark is particularly clear.
Outside the corridor is an open space covered with autumn grass. At the end of the open space is a low wall, and on the other side of the low wall is a small courtyard.
Xu Xian had noticed that the courtyard was silent during the day, but at this time there were women in their forties standing there.
The moonlight shines without a shadow.
Xu Xian held his breath and widened his eyes. What's next could be seen in his previous life.
Sure enough, another old woman with a hunchback was coming, wearing a faded red dress, but a silver comb was inserted on her head, shining brightly under the moonlight.
Xu Xian stretched out his ears and heard them immediately.
The woman complained: Why haven’t Xiaoqian come to Ah yet!
The old woman lowered her head and coughed twice and said: It's coming soon, it's coming soon.
The woman said disliked: Have she not complained to her grandma recently?
The old woman laughed twice, and the sound like a broken bellows made Xu Xian feel cold. The old woman said: From her coming here, who have you heard her complain to?
The woman frowned and said: This little girl is too thoughtful and not her own.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw a 17 or 18-year-old woman standing quietly in the dark corner. The woman felt a trembling heart. There was no gap between her spiritual consciousness so close to her. This little girl's cultivation level was higher again.
The woman looked over with a faint look, not knowing whether she had heard what she had just said or was still listening.
The woman forced herself to smile and said: Oh, isn’t this Xiaoqian?It seems that I can’t talk about people behind my back. As soon as my grandma and I talked about you, you little goblin came quietly, but fortunately, I didn’t say anything bad.
The old woman whispered in a gloomy voice: The little lady is like a person in a painting. If she is a man, she may have been seduced by you.
Xiaoqian said in a cold voice: Who else would say that Xiaoqian is better here except grandma?
Xu Xian also praised in the darkness. Xiaoqian is really a stunning beauty. She is not bad compared to the actor in the movie. She has a pale complexion, a slightly frown of eyebrows, and a thousand kinds of resentment seems to be contained in the flow of beautiful eyes.
That slightly pathological beauty of weakness is something that no actor can express.
However, thinking that such a stunning beauty is about to belong to Ning Caichen, as a man, I feel a little sad and melancholy.
Lao Tzu said that if you don’t see it, you will not be confused.Since Xu Xian saw the desire, his heart was naturally a little confused, but he naturally would not do anything.
When he was immersed in the daily compulsory Taoism and breathed in the power of the sun, all kinds of emotions disappeared, and his heart was filled with endless peace.
There is no sorrow and joy, and no worries.
The dazzling sun in the soul also began to shine. As of today, the size of a child's fist, the light became even more dazzling. Especially on such a full moon night, there will always be a trace of cool energy pouring into the body, making the restless sun less explosive, but it can absorb more light at the same time.
At this time, the light in the soul was particularly fierce, but of course, this light was invisible to ordinary people.But there is only Ning Caichen, the real ordinary person in Lanruo Temple!
The first thing I was surprised was Yàn Chixia. He looked straight at Xu Xian’s resting position through the wall and thought to himself: But I didn’t expect that Xu Xian was actually a practitioner. Looking at the kung fu, the Taoist practice was probably not below me. I didn’t see it in the daytime. It was really strange.
But he is a distant person. He doesn't even look into it. Practitioners have their own paths. Although it is rare, they will not change their posts and call them and form cliques when they see them. This is what people in the world love to do the most, because they are weak, they need accomplices.
Even if the practitioners meet in this mortal world, they will chat and smile, and they will be strangers tonight.It’s not that they are ruthless, but that when they walk on this avenue, they are destined to be lonely.
Xiaoqian had just walked to Ning Caichen's door, and put her hand out and gently placed it on the door. The door bolt had been broken long ago. She could enter her fate with just a light push, but at this time the courtyard next to her emitted a golden light.
Xiaoqian looked at the golden light, her eyes froze, she withdrew her hand, and slowly walked towards Xu Xian's room.
Xu Xian, with his eyes closed, still didn't know what he changed ignorantly?
Xiaoqian felt the burning heat of the light beyond Xu Xian's house, which was inherently restraining the body of the Yin Ghost. If she had not been able to practice successfully, she would probably not even be close.
Xiaoqian's light steps became slower and slower, but she still insisted on walking. Finally, her hand was placed on Xu Xian's door, and with a light push, the door creaked strangely.
The door is open!
The instantly increasing burning sensation made Xiaoqian feel like it was burning, but with the golden and hot light, a trace of heat poured into her cold body.
Xiaoqian suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind and her heart was shocked. Isn’t this the yang energy she needs?
Cultivation like demons and ghosts depends on the moonlight.
To the moon spitting beads, it means that monsters spit out their inner elixirs in the middle of the night to absorb the moon. Although the ghosts do not have inner elixirs, relying on the moon to practice is the same.
However, there is a threshold for ghost cultivation. If you cannot pass, you will be at most a ghost immortal, but it is difficult to become a great way.
This threshold is to require the yang energy of a human being.
But the power of the sun is so hot that even the serious practitioners who practice by absorbing star power in the sea of stars can hardly use it, let alone these monsters and monsters.
But the light that Xu Xian emits now is the extremely pure yang energy.
Xiaoqian hesitated outside the door for a while, but heard a sound from inside. Who is it?It turned out that Xu Xian had woken up.
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