This time, Li Daoxuan finally saw her face clearly.
Under the long black hair, there is a face as cold as frost, with a complexion as pale as snow, without any trace of rosiness or vitality.
But on the other hand, Li Daoxuan had to admit that she must have been a very beautiful woman during her lifetime.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like the cold moon, her facial features are exquisite and picturesque, and her thin red lips are like plum blossoms in the snow, giving this ice sculpture beauty a hint of color.
However, facing such a beauty, Li Daoxuan only felt thrilling. He said with a mournful face: "Master, what are you doing?"
This is a fierce ghost in red!
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he remembered how he was helpless in front of her before.
The Ghost Bride did not hurt Li Daoxuan, but looked at him quietly with calm eyes.
Zhang Qianyang chuckled and said, "Just be content. She will follow you in the future, which is comparable to any protective magical weapon."
"Follow...follow me?"
"Yes, didn't you say you wanted me to save her before? It took a lot of effort for me to resolve her grievances, but she doesn't want to be reincarnated and wants to practice the path of ghosts and immortals."
"I have the method of ghost cultivation in Longhu Mountain, but the Tao should not be taught lightly. I have made an agreement with her as my master. Let her protect your Tao for ten years. After ten years, I will free her and teach her the method of ghost cultivation. This umbrella It will be her home from now on. If you take her out during the day, remember to hold an umbrella."
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly.
"Master... this isn't appropriate, why don't we just forget it -"
Li Daoxuan's voice stopped suddenly, because strands of black hair quietly wrapped around his neck, and the rich Yin Qi made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.
Zhang Qianyang chuckled, took out his ears, and said, "What did you say?"
"Ahem, I say, thank you Master, it's settled!"
The next moment, the black hair dispersed, and Li Daoxuan breathed a long sigh of relief.
He looked at the ghost bride beside him and said with some embarrassment: "Well... what do you call it?"
The ghost bride looked at him coldly and said nothing. The wedding dress on her body began to become sticky, and drops of blood flowed down, forming three beautiful small characters on the ground.
Chen...Zi...Jade
Li Daoxuan thought to himself, this way of introducing himself is quite scary.
"Then I will call you Sister Yu from now on. Well...Sister Yu, can you stay away from me for a little bit?"
Both of them were under the umbrella, so close that Li Daoxuan felt that the other person was like an iceberg, constantly exuding cold air.
Chen Ziyu still said nothing, stretched out a finger and pointed at the umbrella.
Li Daoxuan suddenly realized that there is still the sun now, and even the red-clothed ghost cannot walk openly in the sun.
He quickly handed the umbrella to the other party.
Chen Ziyu stretched out her hand and held the handle of the umbrella, then her body turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the umbrella.
The umbrella also closed automatically.
Li Daoxuan finally relaxed completely. Being in close proximity with a red-clothed ghost was so stressful!
At this time, Zhang Qianyang came over and sighed softly: "Do you know why she can't speak?"
Li Daoxuan was startled, yes, even ghosts like Mr. Chen and Wang Chunsheng can talk. Why can't she speak in red clothes?
"Because she couldn't speak before she was alive."
Zhang Qianyang shook his head and said: "Although she is the eldest lady of the Chen family, her mother died in childbirth, so the Chen family master was very unkind to her. Later, when he married a new wife, he became even more indifferent to her."
"Mr. Chen's newly married wife was even worse to her. She beat and scolded her at every turn. Later, because she thought she cried too noisily, he ordered someone to make poisonous wine to make her mute."
"She was seven years old at the time."
Li Daoxuan was stunned there, his hands clenched before he knew it, and such a picture appeared in his mind.
A thin little girl hugged her knees and cried, but she couldn't make a sound...
Perhaps the only person in the entire Chen family who loved her died when she was born.
"It's easy to resolve resentment, but it's difficult to resolve the resentment in your heart."
Zhang Qianyang sighed: "If you talk to her more when you have time, you are the poorest person in the world."
"However, I just want you to chat. You kid, don't think about someone's beauty and have any evil thoughts. I'm warning you, before you enter the early stage of Bigu, you must not let go of your Yang Yuan, let alone with a girl. It’s a ghost!”
Li Daoxuan's face turned dark and he said, "Master, am I so unworthy in your eyes?"
Zhang Qianyang glanced at him up and down, coughed and said nothing.
"By the way, don't be in a hurry to take that Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill. Wait another half a month. The turbid energy in your body should be completely gone by then."
Li Daoxuan nodded and wanted to say something, but Zhang Qianyang had already waved his hand and jumped into the coffin.
"I'm so exhausted, Master Dao, go to sleep!"
Li Daoxuan smiled and helped the master cover the coffin board himself.
He looked at the oil-paper umbrella. It had been leaning against the most inconspicuous corner of the yard at some point, as if it had been forgotten.
After hesitating for a moment, Li Daoxuan walked over, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, took it back to his room, and leaned against the wall.
"Although this house is dilapidated, it can at least provide shelter from wind and rain. Sister Yu, just rest in the house."
"Um, by the way, I'm timid. Sister Yu, please don't go out by yourself at night."
The oil-paper umbrella was motionless.
Li Daoxuan suddenly felt that if he was seen talking to an umbrella, he would be treated as a fool.
He shook his head and smiled, then lay on the bed and began to practice "Peng Zugu Xianwo Yin Gong". After an unknown amount of time, he fell asleep in a daze.
Boom!
Thunder sounded outside the house, and then it started raining heavily.
Li Daoxuan still slept soundly, snoring slightly.
The oil-paper umbrella opened gently in the corner, and a figure wearing a wedding dress appeared in the room, with long hair hanging down her waist and white skin.
She glanced at Li Daoxuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and then slowly floated to the window, standing there, quietly looking out at the rainy night.
…
The days became full and peaceful again.
Li Daoxuan is still practicing with his master. He walks, meditates, practices swordsmanship, and draws talismans every day. It is no different from before.
The oil-paper umbrella was quietly leaning against the wall in the room. Chen Ziyu never showed up. Sometimes Li Daoxuan opened the umbrella and wanted to chat with her, but he didn't get any response.
Except for the introduction of her name in blood when they first met, she seemed like a wooden person without any emotional fluctuations.
Just like that, another seven days passed.
On this day, after absorbing Chaoyang's purple energy, Zhang Qianyang did not let him continue practicing swordsmanship, but kicked him out.
"Go, go, go, the family is too poor to open the pot. As an apprentice, shouldn't you take the initiative to go out to solicit business and make some money?"
Li Daoxuan said in surprise: "Master, don't you have three ingots of gold?"
"Haha, your Bigu Wan has never been broken. Where do you think it came from? The cinnabar and yellow paper used when drawing talismans every day, do you think it was blown by the strong wind?"
"It's all gone!"
In a word, Zhenyang Taoist Temple is bankrupt.
