The proprietress went to the side room and said to Zhao Chan: "I left the umbrella at the door. After eating, I will hold it up and go home. Don't get caught in the autumn rain carelessly. You may get sick easily."
"Thank you, Sister Wan'er, for reminding me." Zhao Chan, who had been hungry all day, slurred while picking up his food.
"Aping, come with me to the kitchen to help," she said.
A Ping unabashedly glared at the woman in white and the girl in green, said hello, and followed the landlady to the kitchen.
The girl in green chuckled: "Sister, he is warning us."
"Named A Ping?" The woman in white played with the tea cup, "The true energy is more like the Confucian awe-inspiring energy, and the moral conduct is not low. Qingmei, this little mountain town is gradually becoming more interesting."
"He is no match for Sister A. No one in the whole town is a match for Sister A."
The woman in white glanced at the side room and said with a smile: "Qingmei, you will take the young man home later."
"Ah? Sister, this..."
"Why, don't you like the marriage that sister ordered for you?"
The girl shyly said: "Sister, the book says..."
"Don't talk to me about those nonsense red tapes. Are the etiquette systems designed just for us?" The woman in white raised her slender eyebrows slightly, looking quite heroic.
Kitchen.
The landlady is busy all by herself.
A Ping stood in the corner and suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently. She opened her hands and saw that her palms were red.
The proprietress smoothed her messy hair and looked at the blood in A Ping's palm: "What is the origin of the monster that is chasing you?"
"Wangqingchuan Jiao Clan."
"How did you provoke them?" the landlady asked in surprise.
The Wangqingchuan Jiaolong clan is generally neutral. For many years, they have been on the same page with the Demon Slayer Division and the sect on the mountain, but they should not be underestimated. There are not eight but six or seven water gods who came from the Wangqingchuan.
"Four little dragons caused trouble in the place. I helped the local demon slayer to skin them. Wangqingchuan didn't dare to retaliate against the demon slayer, so he chased me all the way." A Ping didn't care, "Two old dragons came, and one old dragon came He thought he could kill me, but I chopped off the dragon's head, leaving the old dragon still on the road."
The landlady started cooking and complained: "You always like to be in the limelight."
"Do you know that two women came to the inn?"
"Well, it gave me a cold, slippery feeling, but I didn't notice any malice."
A little silence.
The landlady sighed: "Little Toad relied on his reputation as the Demon Slayer Division to beat those people in order to repay the meal I treated him to."
"Isn't this good? A favor must be repaid."
She said: "Every favor must be repaid, which also means that the little toad must repay his vengeance."
"He usually looks indifferent, but in fact he is smart and precocious. He can distinguish who is good to him, who is bad to him, and who is taking advantage of him."
"When I came to Youju Town eight years ago, he was the one who led me into the official registration here...and suddenly, it was eight years ago."
A Ping recalled the scene when she secretly stopped the mountain ghost.
Zhao Chan had sharp peach branches and was clearly able to deal with five or six demons, but he still hid behind Wang Huan and refused to kill any of them.
He seemed to be frightened, but when he saw Zhao Chan's eyes, he was panicked but not confused.
It wasn't until the mountain ghost took advantage of Wang Huan's weakness and lack of strength to suddenly take action. The young man seemed to have finally waited for the old hunter whose prey had stepped into the trap, and cut the mountain ghost in half with a peach branch.
The timing of the choice was also extremely exquisite, and he couldn't fault it.
A Ping frowned.
"What did you think of?" asked the landlady.
A Ping told it without any secret.
She suddenly smiled and said: "Is it possible that the little toad is brave enough to take advantage of the mountain ghost?"
"Impossible!" He shook his head.
"You said that the little toad used a peach branch to cut off the mountain ghost's arm. Even if it was not the mountain ghost itself, the peach branch is more strange than ordinary people can imagine. Wang Huan happened to see all this."
A Ping was surprised and said: "You mean..."
"Perhaps the real opportunity that the little toad is waiting for is to let the mountain ghost kill Wang Huan. He will hunt the cicada and then kill the mountain ghost. No one will know the secret of Taozhi. I believe in the principle that ordinary people are not guilty and those who possess the treasure are guilty. He knows."
Then the landlady asked in confusion: "I wonder why the little toad suddenly changed his mind and rescued Wang Huan. Did he guess that the mountain ghost's true form never showed up?"
"He is not a monk on the mountain, he is just a young man." A Ping did not believe it.
"If he kills four or five ghosts with peach branches for Wang Huan, how can the mountain ghost have a chance to possess him and attack him?" the landlady speculated.
A Ping thought deeply: "Zhao Chan is young and true, and he gives me the impression that he is no worse than the direct disciples who have been carefully cultivated by the sect on the mountain. Xie Wan, are you not afraid that Zhao Chan will treat you falsely?"
"He injured the strong man just now, but he instantly grasped the peach branch magic weapon. If the strong man ignores the reputation of the Demon Slayer, he will kill the strong man immediately."
The landlady smiled: "Don't be afraid, I know him too well."
Pause.
The boss lady, whose real name is Xie Wan, continued: "Little toad doesn't know that I am cruel and ruthless, and I will retaliate against you."
"It's just, where did he get the Peach Branch Magical Artifact?"
"Ask him?" A Ping said.
Xie Wan shook her head: "No, the little toad is very cautious. If he knows that I am interested in Taozhi, he will definitely avoid me... I don't want him to avoid me."
Zhao Chan stood at the door of Xizhao Inn.
The woman in white drank water leisurely, as if she was tasting the most delicious food.
The girl in green clothes stared blankly at the boy who was about the same age as her.
The young man's profile is resolute, firm, and straight, like a half-sheathed sword.
A touch of pink floated on her pure white jade cheeks.
This is her first time going down the mountain, her first time traveling around with her sister, her first time experiencing the different breezes and bright moons in different places in the world...
Zhao Chan waited until the proprietress served food to everyone in the theater troupe, then he trotted over and said, "Sister Wan'er, thank you for the hospitality. I've eaten and drank enough. I'll go home now."
"Let's go, take the oil-paper umbrella and return it to me when the rain stops."
Zhao Chan said: "I observed the people in the caravan just now. They don't have the courage to provoke you now, but... Sister Wan'er remembered to close the doors and windows when she was resting."
Everyone in the caravan was still in the mood to eat and drink in the hall, so they all went back to their rooms to sleep.
"I didn't expect your little toad to know these things. Don't worry, I have a knife hidden in my house. If anyone dares to break in, I will chop him!" Xie Wan leaned close to Zhao Chan's ear and laughed softly.
Her breath is warm, and her body fragrance is like wild chrysanthemums in the mountains, refreshing.
Zhao Chan's eyes were still clear, he turned around and ran into the rushing autumn rain.
He didn't bring an umbrella.
The landlady murmured: "Are you so afraid of owing me a favor?"
"What are you waiting for! Go quickly!" The woman in white chuckled.
The girl in green clothes stood up hesitantly, bit her red lips, and also broke into the rain curtain.
A Ping, who returned to the inn hall, walked up to the woman in white and said, "I advise you to abide by the rules."
"What if not?" the woman in white asked disdainfully.
"I will report it to the Lancang Mansion's Demon Slayer Division."
"threaten me?"
"Exactly."
"What a loud tone!"
The woman in white didn't bother to look at him and regarded him as a talking air: "Which mountain sect are you a disciple of?"
A Ping said: "Xuanwei Sect."
"It is rumored that Xuanwei Sect's "Flying Sword and Wind Technique" has four realms, namely the mighty east wind, the changing wind and clouds, the drizzle and slanting wind, and the full sleeves of spring breeze. Which realm have you reached?" asked the woman in white.
"You are so presumptuous!" A Ping's face changed drastically, and the sword marks on her forehead became even deeper.
Twenty-seven years ago, a direct disciple of Xuanwei Sect who majored in "Flying Sword and Wind Technique" went down the mountain to practice. Unknown what happened, his temperament changed drastically. He betrayed Xuanwei Sect and joined the Ghost King Palace of the Demonic Sect.
Sixteen years ago, this person used the "Flying Sword to Capture the Wind" to go across various places and massacred forty-seven righteous monks.
The elder of the Xuanwei Sect seriously injured this man, almost killing him, and was finally rescued by the masters of the Ghost King Palace. However, as long as he lived, this matter was a scandal that no one in the Xuanwei Sect wanted to mention.
The woman in white put down her teacup and sneered: "I have heard of so many scandals that have happened in Xuanwei Sect. I can see a mountain sect like you that is not strict with its subordinates and behaves with its tail between its legs. Don't be arrogant and think that you are like a fairy, and go out to show off your power as if everyone owes you money."
A Ping held the hilt of the sword: "Monster! Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
"Once you and I fight, the people of Youju Town will inevitably suffer heavy casualties. I remember that Xuanwei Sect is the sect on the mountain that was appointed by the Demon Slayer Division as the righteous path. You, a disciple of Xuanwei Sect, are willing to commit mass murder in order to maintain the sect's reputation? No. Are you worried that the Demon Slayer Division will be held accountable later?"
"You!" A Ping released her sword hilt, pointed at the woman in white and glared angrily.
She sneered and said, "Look at you, you're not really worried about the people in the world, you're just a self-proclaimed monk and showing off to others."
A Ping's chest was heaving up and down due to her incoherent words, but she finally calmed down and asked, "Who are you?"
The woman in white looked at the autumn rain outside the window and knelt on the ground, "You don't deserve to know."
…
Zhao Chan glanced slightly and saw the girl in green following him not far away.
He stopped.
The girl in green clothes also stopped moving forward.
Suddenly he ran.
She also ran quickly.
After going back and forth several times, Nongsui Alley is right next to me.
Zhao Chan suddenly ran into the alley.
The girl in green clothes had no doubt that he was there and followed closely.
Just broke into the alley.
She stopped suddenly.
Zhao Chan leaned against the wall, holding the peach branch at his waist with his right hand, and asked, "Who are you?"
The girl glanced at the peach branches and saw the heavy autumn rain. In fact, she didn't hear clearly what the boy was asking.
But I understood his problem from the shape of his mouth.
"Hello, I'm..." The girl in green clothes was embarrassed, her black hair was listless due to the wind and rain, and she lay lazily on her graceful chest.
The autumn rain was so heavy that Zhao Chan couldn't hear what she said.
But he felt that the girl had no malice, and even felt a slight closeness to her.
"Follow me!" he shouted.
Now, the girl in green heard it.
Following Zhao Chan to the door, she watched him unlock the door with his left hand while keeping the peach branch in his right hand.
Entering the yard, he quickly turned around and lowered the door latch.
He pulled away from the girl and cautiously invited her into the house.
Their clothes were soaked.
The girl in green looked at him shyly and said coyly: "Sister asked me to chase him."
She's not stupid, she's even very smart, but she really doesn't know how to deal with people.
"Your sister?" Zhao Chan's right hand holding the peach branch was sweating.
"Yes, sister said you have the aura of a mountain ghost on your body. You must have come into contact with a mountain ghost that can spit out the mountain ghost's money."
The girl in green clothes poured beans out of the bamboo tube, and she spoke clearly and without any reservations about the suggestions she mentioned to her sister, plus the marriage suggestions she made for her!
After all, he was a young man from the mountains. Zhao Chan was dumbfounded by what he said to the girl in green.
"Sister...Sister wants me to be like the fox lady in the storybook, luring you to be the bait for catching mountain ghosts." She whispered with a rosy face.
Zhao Chan took several deep breaths and fumbled to light the candle. The wind that broke into the room caused the candle flame to sway.
Through the dim candlelight, he saw that the girl in green was in her prime, with a slim figure, a charming and soft face, playful and slender eyebrows, and long black and moist hair tied casually by a colorful rope. Now it has been The incomprehensible autumn rain dampened the mood and disturbed the autumn wind.
She was wearing a light cyan long skirt, with water dripping from the skirt.
Zhao Chan held the peach branch tightly and brought a wooden stool to invite her to sit down.
The girl in Tsing Yi sits down neatly, like a lady who has received a good etiquette education.
Zhao Chan sat opposite her.
Still keeping a distance that he thought was safe.
"Who are you?" Zhao Chan asked defensively again.
"Oh, oh." The girl patted her head, and after a moment's thought, she realized that the autumn rain must have been heavy and fast, and the boy did not hear her self-introduction in the alley.
The girl in Tsing Yi tried her best to be sincere in her words. This is what Sister A taught her. When talking to others, a warm tone can bring them closer to each other, and a sincere look can make people believe in themselves.
At that time, Ajie patted her little head and said earnestly, one day if you have Ajie's moral character, you can not give anyone face, whether it is a cold look or indifference, it doesn't matter. Even if I get angry, I won’t dare to attack you.
"Bai Youjun, my name is Bai Youjun."
She said timidly: "Mr. Sir, could you please put your hands down from the peach branches? I'm afraid."
Zhao Chan was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and continued to ask: "What is your sister's name?"
"Bai Yuqing, my sister's name is Bai Yuqing." Bai Youjun whispered.
"Where are you from?"
"Da'eshan."
"Where is Da'eshan?"
"Wuchuan County."
Zhao Chan nodded, as if he knew about Da'eshan in Wuchuan County. In fact, he, a young man from the mountains, had only heard of Yang County from other people except Youju Town where he had lived for fourteen years.
"What is a mountain ghost?"
Bai Youjun was soft and waxy, as if Zhao Chan was afraid that Zhao Chan would pick up a peach branch and hurt her if she disagreed: "Mountain ghosts are ghosts that are nourished by the essence of the mountain. They have the gift of magical powers [mind-gazing]. Many powerful real people on the mountain specially capture them." Ghosts, ask them to always observe their Taoist mind to prevent them from going crazy.
The mountain ghost can spit out coins that are round on the outside and square on the inside. On the back, there are eight characters: Qian, Dui, Kun, Li, Xun, Zhen, Gen, and Kan. The front has no characters and is as smooth as a mirror. Some experts can use their great magic to engrave on the front. With the words you want on them, coins with new words will have unexpected and wonderful uses.
Coins are called mountain ghost money in the spiritual community. They can not only be used to protect the body, but they are also a common currency used by monks to trade with each other.
If a mountain ghost becomes a mountain god, he is the most orthodox mountain god. At that time, the coins spit out will become mountain god money.
Mountain god money is more valuable than mountain ghost money. A thousand mountain ghost coins can be exchanged for one mountain god coin.
And I heard that mountain ghost money can also be used for cultivation. I don’t know if it’s true or not. I’ve only seen mountain ghosts spend money, not mountain god money. "
Zhao Chan listened carefully and waited for Bai Youjun to finish his words: "Did you come to Youju Town to catch mountain ghosts?"
Although he was confused by what Bai Youjun said, he understood one thing.
On that unnamed mountain, he personally killed a mountain ghost that was extremely precious to the monks.
