Bai Youjun shook his head and said with extra honesty: "Sister, I was told not to say anything."
Zhao Chan seemed calm, but his heart was turbulent.
Some questions don’t need to be asked, such as the simplest two sisters, are they practitioners? Why were they sure he had indeed come into contact with a mountain ghost? Why choose him instead of Wang Huan...
The answers to these questions already lay in his mind.
If he were to change places, he would also choose a boy who could be better controlled.
Wang Huan is a strongman in the Demon Slaying Division of Youju Town, and he is registered in the county and prefectural cities.
As for the so-called marriage between the two of them, which was appointed by Bai Yuqing, Zhao Chan would not believe it at all.
There was a storyteller in the town, who often told the story of the scholar and the fox lady, which aroused the inner turmoil of the young people. But Zhao Chan, a pauper with no family and no fame, did not imagine that a beautiful girl fell from the sky.
The autumn rain gradually subsided.
Zhao Chan planned to tell her that the mountain ghost was dead.
After repeated weighing.
He spoke slowly, trying to keep his tone calm and not letting his chaotic mood show up on his expression: "Miss Bai, to be honest, the mountain ghost has been killed on the mountain by the Demon Slayer Wang Lishi. You have to think of me as my The plan of using bait to catch mountain ghosts may not work."
"Ha, it's impossible. The mountain ghost will never be killed by you. You probably killed the substitute." Bai Youjun replied confidently.
Zhao Chan said anxiously: "I saw the mountain ghost die with my own eyes."
"Mr. Lang was deceived by the mountain ghost." She said with a faint smile, "The mountain ghost is a ghost nourished by the essence of the mountain. To kill the mountain ghost, you must completely eliminate its form, otherwise it will be like a weed, blown by the spring breeze. Born again.”
"The mountain ghost is not dead? Wasn't he killed by Brother Wang?"
"With the ability of the Demon Slayer of Youju Town, I can definitely conclude that it is impossible to kill the mountain ghost."
Bai Youjun stared at him. The young man had a pair of narrow eyebrows, which were different from her long and slender ones, like sharp sword blades. His eyes were clear and untainted, like the clean and agile water of a spring.
The face has clear lines, as if it has been increased or decreased by the mountains and rivers surrounding Youju Town. From any angle, it looks like a half-sheathed sword.
Instead, the lips become softer and less sharp.
He was thinking silently, pressing his lips tightly, with clear lip lines.
The washed white shorts were wet and clinging to his body, and his right hand was holding the three-foot peach branch inserted diagonally at his waist. The peach branch seemed to be an incredible magic weapon. If Bai Youjun got angry, he would be able to fight back immediately, using The peach branches with new buds beheaded her.
A long while.
Bai Youjun asked slightly playfully: "Can I know Lang Jun's name?"
"Zhao Chan."
"It is said that there is a three-legged golden toad on the moon, so it is called the toad. There is also a palace on the moon, called the Toad Palace. There is a beautiful osmanthus tree growing in the Toad Palace. The scholars who worked hard to obtain the honors are respectfully called the Toad Palace by the world. Zhegui." Bai Youjun said with shining eyes.
Zhao Chan was indifferent and ignored her overtures.
She looked at Zhao Chan blankly and said, "Are you the only one at home?"
"Um."
"Where are your father and mother?"
"Died of illness."
"As long as you are willing to agree to be the bait for catching mountain ghosts, my sister can give you two mountain ghost coins. With the mountain ghost money, you can exchange for many, many things, and you can live a good life."
Bai Youjun said with a blushing face.
What she didn't say was that Ajie ordered their marriage.
Zhao Chan's good days will also be her good days in the future.
"Can I meet your sister?" Zhao Chan tried to ask.
"Well, I have to ask sister for her opinion."
"She's staying at the Xizhao Inn tonight?"
While at the inn, he noticed sisters Bai Yuqing and Bai Youjun.
"Yes." Bai Youjun hesitated a little and nodded.
Zhao Chan stood up suddenly and looked at Qiu Yu, who was getting lighter. "I want to see your sister now."
"Okay, okay."
"Walk."
He was still wary of Bai Youjun.
Carefully locking the door, with Bai Youjun in front, he followed her silently and returned to Xizhao Inn in the rain.
Bai Yuqing, who was dressed in a white dress, seemed to have known that Zhao Chan would come back.
She did not stay at the Xizhao Inn, but walked around the deserted streets holding an oil-paper umbrella.
Like a fairy who accidentally wandered into the mortal world.
"Sister!" Bai Youjun waved and shouted, playfully returning to her side.
It was only in front of her sister that she released her nature like this.
Hiding under the oil paper umbrella, Bai Youjun said: "Zhao Chan wants to see Sister."
This place is very close to Xizhao Inn.
The lanterns under the eaves were bright, stubbornly illuminating one-third of an acre of land, and the few rays of light they generously distributed stained Bai Yuqing's face, whose skin was as white as snow.
A Ping appeared outside the door of Xi Zhao Inn without knowing it, looking at them from a distance.
Zhao Chan lowered his head. If Bai Youjun, who is almost the same age as him, is a gardenia that has not yet bloomed, then his sister Bai Yuqing is an epiphyllum blooming in the dark night.
The beauty is unreal, as if the wind blows gently and she disappears.
Bai Yuqing looked at Zhao Chan who was soaked in the rain and said with a smile: "You have seen us when our sisters came to Youju Town."
"Yes, you are in the troupe." He replied politely.
Bai Yuqing glanced at her younger sister who was looking at the young man intently: "You are my marriage choice for my young sister. Since you are my brother-in-law, I will not harm you."
"unwilling?"
Zhao Chan didn't answer for a long time, but Bai Yuqing raised his eyebrows.
He wiped the rain off his face and looked up at Bai Yuqing: "I want to confirm whether the mountain ghost is really not dead?"
Bai Yuqing chuckled: "With you and that man in the high-grade body forging realm, you will definitely not be able to kill the mountain ghost."
In the high-level body-forging realm, he is still an ordinary person, and he cannot be counted as a monk on the mountain. If he wants to kill mountain ghosts, he is really overestimating his own capabilities.
You should be grateful to the mountain ghost for not killing you now, otherwise, you would have been corpses in the wild. "
Zhao Chan found no trace of lying on her face.
"I understand," he said.
"I'm waiting for you to agree to be the bait for the mountain ghost."
"I agree." Zhao Chan asked seriously, "When will we take action?"
At this time, a trace of doubt flashed in Bai Yuqing's eyes.
Could it be that he came to me just to make sure the mountain ghost was dead?
If this was the only thing, Qingmei should tell him.
"Don't worry, wait until I find you."
"Okay, I live in the third house in Nongsui Lane."
"Yeah." Bai Yuqing nodded, she was not afraid that he would lie to her.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chan bypassed them and ran towards the Demon Slayer Division in the rain.
A Ping, who was standing under the eaves, looked at Zhao Chan's back in confusion.
On the other side, Bai Youjun was chattering about everything between her and Zhao Chan.
For her, this is a novel experience.
"His hand has been holding the peach branch tightly?"
"Yes!" Bai Youjun nodded, "Sister, is the peach branch a magic weapon? I guess it is a magic weapon, but he is such a... such a pauper, how can he own a magic weapon?!"
Bai Yuqing turned around and looked at Zhao Chan, who was completely hidden in the night: "It must be a magic weapon, right?"
She was equally unsure.
…
The Demon Slayer Division.
Wang Huan, who had fallen asleep, was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.
Putting on his unlined clothes, he held up an umbrella and opened the door, and asked in surprise: "Can't you wait any longer? Don't worry, it's thirty copper coins, which is definitely less than a penny for you."
"Brother Wang, the mountain ghost is not dead." Zhao Chan gasped and said.
"Mountain ghost?"
"The man-eating demon we encountered is called a mountain ghost..."
He told what had just happened in a concise and detailed manner.
"Come in and talk."
The two entered the house.
The Demon Slayer Department in Youju Town is really shabby, with heavy rain outside and light rain inside.
"Say it again, in more detail."
Wait until Zhao Chan talks again.
Wang Huan was silent for a long time: "It's very late. You've been tired for a long day. Go home and rest."
"Brother Wang..."
"Don't worry, I know you are here to remind me, but this matter exceeds the capabilities of the Youju Town Demon Slayer Department. I will send someone to report it to the Yang County Demon Slayer Department tomorrow.
In addition, there is an undercurrent in the town, and some outsiders have arrived. They are not easy to mess with, so be careful. "
"good."
"I send you……"
"No need, Brother Wang, go to bed early." After Zhao Chan finished speaking, he ran into the rain and turned around to close the door of the Demon Slayer Division.
Wang Huan opened the door with an umbrella and stood in the rain. When Zhao Chan could no longer be seen, he returned to the Demon Slayer Division.
Zhao Chan kept holding the peach branch in his right hand.
It seemed that he, the demon slayer, was also the demon who harmed him to the young man.
…
The proprietress Xie Wan stood in front of the Xizhao Inn.
Sisters Bai Yuqing and A Ping are gone.
"Hello, sister Wan'er." Zhao Chan said running.
"When you get home, please dry yourself and don't catch a cold."
"Thank you, Sister Wan'er, for reminding me."
When he got home, Zhao Chan took off his wet shorts and dried his body carefully.
Despite a tiring day, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Put on dry clothes, sit on the wooden bench, and watch the heavy autumn rain fall again.
The sound of rain is like complex music.
What happened today was one after another, and he could only deal with it cautiously, like a boat about to be capsized by the wind and waves.
Let out a heavy breath.
The mountain ghost is not dead.
Then he will still have nightmares in the future.
After learning the news, he first confirmed whether it was true, then reported it to Brother Wang, and also informed Brother Wang of the existence of Bai Yuqing and Bai Youjun.
"Tomorrow I will be the demon slayer of the Demon Slayer Division. Maybe they will restrain themselves because I am a demon slayer."
"You still have to attend private schools. Without knowledge, everything will be difficult."
"You can't stop practicing sword skills."
"Sister Wan'er is not an ordinary person."
"Nine out of ten outsiders around Sister Wan'er are practitioners."
"I have offended a group of merchants. Even with my status as Demon Slayer Division, they will still hate me."
"Brother Wang was very surprised by Taozhi."
"I promised Sun He to give him the book. His father is a policeman in the town, but I became a demon slayer."
"With money, I can let Old Liu rest in peace."
Zhao Chan talked to himself, telling himself.
Since I can't sleep, I might as well practice my sword skills in the house.
Holding the peach branch, pull, hit, stab, point, collapse, chop...
I didn't stop until I was sweating profusely.
Finally fell asleep.
I lay down on the hard bed and put the peach branch next to me to feel at ease.
"I have to find a way to kill the mountain ghost."
…
This autumn rain didn't stop until dawn.
Zhao Chan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He had another nightmare last night.
It is still a mountain ghost with monkey eyebrows, dog eyes, ox ears, leopard nose, and tiger mouth.
He turned over and pulled out a worn book from the gap between the bed and the wall.
It was 60 or 70% similar to the strange book in his mind.
After getting up, he put the peach branch diagonally on his waist and walked out of the house with the book.
There was water in the courtyard, and as expected, Sun He squatted on the low courtyard wall.
"The treasure book you asked for."
Zhao Chan walked to the wall and handed it over.
Immediately, he took a few steps back.
Sun He's state was very strange, as if he was out of his mind, and he seemed to have no love for life and didn't care about anything in the world.
"Sun He?" Zhao Chan shouted softly.
Like I've come back to my senses.
Sun He grinned and asked something Zhao Chan didn't expect: "Is your parent a bad parent?"
"Mold?"
"Yes, if your parents have bad luck, then you have to be careful." Sun He said with a smile.
The huge mole on the left cheek jumped and jumped as he spoke.
Zhao Chan looked back at the rafters.
Mildew is even more careless than yesterday.
Already connected together, like a piece of disgusting rags.
"Mold only grows when it rains," Zhao Chan said.
Sun He laughed, turned around and jumped into his yard, not wanting the "treasure book" he had coveted for a long time.
Zhao Chan waited there for a while and put the treasure book on the table in the room. If Sun He remembered it, he could come to his house to get it.
Little people have cunning that belongs only to little people.
Zhao Chan actually didn't want to lie to others, but he couldn't pry open his head and let Sun He take the book away, right?
He doesn't have much sense of morality at all, he just wants to reassure his parents that the child is really doing his best to survive.
Standing in the open space in the courtyard where there was no water, he picked up the wooden sword that had been knocked down by the autumn rain by the wall, and practiced his sword skills meticulously.
When the time is enough, I simply cook a pot of porridge with the wild vegetables picked a few days ago, add pickles, and drink it slowly.
Washed the dishes.
Zhao Chan locked the door and trotted towards the Demon Slayer Division.
On a sunny day, there are more pedestrians on the streets.
Although Youju Town is a town, it is actually a little bigger than an ordinary village. The people don't even look up when they see him. When he walked into the street, someone immediately raised their hands to greet him.
"Little Toad won't be picking paint these days, but will he have money to buy rice and noodles?"
"some."
"Where are the little toads?"
"Demon Slayer Division."
There were also a few strangers standing nearby, talking with their heads down.
"Zhao Chan!"
"Sister Zhang."
Zhang Cuicui stood behind the wonton stall and waved to him: "Come here, I've left a bowl of wontons for you."
"Thank you, Sister Zhang. I've already eaten."
"That little bit of wild vegetable porridge you ate? It's not enough to fill your stomach. Be obedient and come here quickly."
"Sister Zhang, I..."
"Zhao Chan! Do you dislike me? You don't want to eat the wontons I made?"
Zhao Chan hurriedly walked to the wonton stall.
"Every time I don't say harsh words, you won't come over."
"Sister Zhang has a hard time alone."
"sit down."
"yes."
Zhang Cuicui gave Zhao Chan a stool and brought a bowl of steaming wontons.
She returned to the stall and was busy: "I heard you said you were going to the Demon Slayer Department?"
"Well, Brother Wang has agreed for me to join the Demon Slayer Division." Zhao Chan scooped up a wonton, blew it to cool down, and put it in his mouth.
Stuffed with leeks, it tastes delicious.
"Demon Slayer Division..." Zhang Cuicui sneered inaudibly.
He said in a flash: "Zhao Chan, I told you, those things that the Demon Slayer Division does are dangerous jobs with the head tied to the belt, you must understand it!"
"Brother Wang looks up to me, I can't brush off his kindness."
"Bullshit kindness!" She raised her head and glared at him, "Those monsters don't know how to eat wontons stuffed with chives, they can eat people!"
Zhao Chan slowly finished his bowl of wontons without saying a word.
"I'm stuffed!"
After that, he threw the two cents on the wonton stand and ran to the Demon Slayer Division.
"You brat!" Zhang Cuicui shouted helplessly.
She is the Widow Zhang whom Lao Liu said made enough money and married with great grace.
Today is the tenth day of August.
It's clearly written on the calendar.
It is advisable not to do anything else, such as traveling, offering sacrifices, and other things.
