As soon as the attack was successful, Zhao Chan immediately moved away from the corpse of the demon ghost and prepared for it.
You can never go too far wrong.
He was worried that the mountain ghost would possess someone else again and catch him off guard.
Bai Youjun looked at him strangely: "Lang Jun, what are you doing?"
Zhao Chan held his breath and concentrated, paying full attention to his surroundings.
Bai Yuqing seemed to understand why the young man was acting like this, and said with a smile: "The demon has left, so there is no need to be so suspicious."
Zhao Chan glanced at her sideways and felt relieved when he saw that she had no unusual expression.
"I ask you, young man, are you still willing to be my bait for catching mountain ghosts?" Bai Yuqing asked with raised eyebrows.
Without words, Bai Yuqing's beauty is like the pure snow of Tianshan Mountain, and her white dress is like a blooming epiphyllum. When she speaks or raises her eyebrows, the heroic spirit that belongs to a woman suddenly rushes to her face.
Bai Youjun stared at Zhao Chan expectantly.
This time, that time.
The day before yesterday, he promised Bai Yuqing to be the bait for catching mountain ghosts. He was still a lonely young man in the mountains. Today, he has become a demon slayer and has reached the middle-grade body forging realm.
Zhao Chan carefully observed the expressions of the two sisters. After half a cup of tea, he carefully said every word: "Since I promised Miss Bai, I will not regret it."
"Hey, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about the pros and cons?"
"Yeah." Zhao Chan didn't hide anything.
Bai Yuqing suddenly admired Zhao Chan. This young man did things in an orderly manner, without any hesitation or sloppiness.
Kill the foreigner without saying a word, just lead him to a suitable place and kill him as soon as he wants.
He was a little hesitant to kill this charlatan. He didn't know that he could kill this charlatan at any time as long as he wanted to. He didn't even need any temptation. This was understandable. How could a young man from a small place be so tall? Vision?
"It took half a cup of tea to think about whether I could be alone. It took a long time and my horizons became shallower. If the disciples of the sect on the mountain had already happily agreed." Bai Yuqing gave generous advice.
There were five or six steps between Zhao Chan and his sisters. Although the peach branch was inserted back into his waist, indicating that he was not wary of them, in fact, his right hand was hanging unnaturally, and he could grasp the peach branch immediately if there was any disturbance.
"I am not a disciple of the sect on the mountain," he said.
"Zhao Chan, let me ask you again, do you want to become a disciple of the sect on the mountain?"
"In no mood."
Bai Yuqing guessed the answer in advance and smiled proudly: "If someone asks you to become a disciple of Xuanwei Sect, you must refuse."
"Thank you."
"Thanks for reminding you?"
Zhao Chan said calmly: "I thought I was just Miss Bai's disposable tool."
"It's a joke, my young sister is very fond of you. If I harm you, my young sister will have to sever the sisterhood with me!"
"Sister~" Bai Youjun buried his little head in Bai Yuqing's arms shyly, then turned his head slightly to look at Zhao Chan's reaction. Seeing that his face remained calm and unchanged, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Bai Yuqing continued: "Let me tell you one more thing. There is a bad guy living in the alley where you live. I didn't want to tell you at first. For the sake of Qingmei being fascinated by you, I I will inform you with great mercy."
"Moldy ghost?"
"If a person has obsessions before death, there is a chance that he will become a lonely ghost after death. If he has great obsessions, or the place where he dies is filled with yin and evil spirits, he can become a fierce ghost. Mold ghosts are among the fierce ghosts. A kind of place where there is mold, you have also seen that the mold is serious in every corner. When these molds grow, it will be the time when the mold will cause trouble in the place."
Zhao Chan asked: "Why do the mold ghosts wait until the mold has grown to cause trouble?"
"That's right, you've got the point." Bai Yuqing stared at Zhao Chan's narrow eyebrows, "The mold of the moldy ghost can not only enhance its strength, but also make its whereabouts mysterious. When the moldy ghost is ready, the body-forging realm It would be extremely difficult for the monks to find it, let alone kill it."
Zhao Chan pondered and asked, "Miss Bai, can you kill it?"
"No." Bai Yuqing said simply.
"I know." He didn't ask why.
Bai Yuqing said to Bai Youjun: "Qingmei, it's time for us to go. Young Master is very busy right now."
"Sister...Sister, please help Lang Jun." Bai Youjun begged in a low voice.
"Turn your elbows outward. Do you think I can't bear to hit you?" Bai Yuqing scolded.
She had no choice but to leave with Bai Yuqing aggrievedly, during which time she frequently looked at Zhao Chan who was meditating.
Zhao Chan muttered to himself: "Brother Wang is in the upper-grade body-forging realm. I am now able to achieve the sword-existence of "Shaking God Sword". I should be in the middle-grade body-forging realm. None of us are the opponents of the evil spirits. Miss Bai doesn't want to Take action, where are the foreigners around Sister Wan'er?
Also, should I believe what Miss Bai said? "
He already believed it 80%.
There is definitely mold growing inside and out.
Keeping his mind calm, Zhao Chan stepped over Sun He's body and pushed open the door.
After a few creaks, the door opened.
The stench of blood rushed towards him as if it was escaping.
Sun He's mother... That unrecognizable, mutilated corpse should be Sun He's mother.
Zhao Chan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stood quietly outside the door, silently looking at the corpse covered with tooth marks and bleeding all over the ground.
The head was eaten until the skull was left, the neck was half eaten, the internal organs were empty, and the meat on the arms and thighs was clean...
In his memory, Sun He's mother was a woman of few words, and other than that, he had no other deep impression. After being a neighbor for so many years, she always kept her head down and walked quickly through the streets. Sun He's father had a bad temper and yelled frequently, but she never refuted it. When she was scolded a lot, she just said One sentence, don't get so angry.
Zhao Chan turned around and left.
Whether it is a mountain ghost or not.
Unless he kills this monster, his heart cannot be calm, calm, or peaceful!
Returning to his courtyard, he took a long breath and carried his food box to Zhicao Lane.
Mildew grows freely in the damp corners of the alley.
Knock on the door.
"Brother Yang?"
"Here I am."
Yang Yun and Zhang Cuicui came hand in hand from the house: "Are you full? There is still more in the pot."
"I am full."
After handing the food box to Yang Yun, Zhao Chan thought for a moment: "Brother Yang, Sister Cuicui, the town is uneasy these days. It would be better for you to go to the village to take a break."
Zhang Cuicui's eyes narrowed, her brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and she immediately let go. She smiled and said: "Zhao Chan, what are you talking about? Nothing big happened in the town. Are you referring to Yang Yun and I? Are you afraid that we will stay here?" The town, being stabbed in the spine by those long-tongued women?"
Zhao Chan noticed the subtle changes in her expression and said that it was exactly what she said. She expressed her love for Brother Yang. At that time, there were people watching, and they would spread some unpleasant rumors.
"Brother, you are worrying too much. Just let them say it. Cuicui and I just want the breeze to pass by and the bright moon to shine on me." Yang Yun was much more cheerful than before, and he didn't say anything else.
He thought to himself, probably Brother Yang is his true self now.
"I am a demon slayer now. Brother Yang and Sister Cuicui, you believe me." Zhao Chan took on the identity of the demon slayer.
Zhang Cuicui wanted to give up, but finally said: "Zhao Chan, you care too much about those gossips. We are not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"
Pause.
She hugged Yang Yun's arms: "Yang Lang, think about it carefully. Zhao Chan is right. As the saying goes, good men don't fight with women. You and I can live our own lives happily. We don't need to pay attention to their nonsense, but Yang Lang also wants to study. Yasheng's mother has to move three times to study for him, let alone Yang Lang. Wouldn't it be beautiful if his thoughts were confused by those people's sinister words? I have a house in Yuanshui Village, why not Yang Lang went to Yuanshui Village to study with his concubine for a while? We will come back when the limelight is over."
Out of the corner of her eye, Zhang Cuicui saw Zhao Chan heave a sigh of relief, and knew that he had already known about the impending chaos in Youju Town.
Yang Yun smiled and said: "Where is studying not reading? Where can I not be with you day and night? Since my wife has a house in Yuanshui Village, we will hold a banquet tonight and treat my brother to a wedding banquet. We will move there early tomorrow morning."
"Yang Lang~" As soon as the wedding wine was mentioned, Zhang Cuicui's cheeks turned red, as beautiful as the morning glow.
Yang Yun turned around and went back to the house to get a wedding invitation, and handed it to Zhao Chan with both hands: "I planned to send it to you, but I didn't expect that my dear brother came first."
Zhao Chan carefully took the wedding invitation, put it back in his arms carefully, and said one more sentence: "Sincerity is sincere, we don't care about formalities. Congratulations to Brother Yang and Sister Cuicui on their happy marriage, and they have been flying together ever since."
According to the customs of Youju Town, there are many rules for getting married. Yang Yun and Zhang Cuicui didn't mention it, but judging from their behavior, they wanted to keep everything simple. They invited him to a wedding banquet, and the marriage was considered a success.
Yang Yun clapped his hands and laughed: "My dear brother, you said it well! If we are sincere, we don't care about false etiquette! But it is a temporary measure for my brother. When I am named on the gold medal list and get a high ranking, I will definitely hold a grand ceremony for Cuicui. Guang’s marriage! I hope my good brother won’t come back without being drunk at that time!”
Infected by this, Zhao Chan gradually relaxed his mind and said with a smile, "I'm waiting for Brother Yang to invite me to drink the wedding wine at the mansion of the Number One Scholar."
"You guys, you said it wrong." Zhang Cuicui blushed, covered her mouth and smiled.
Yang Yun was surprised: "What's wrong?"
She pointed to the Yang Yun family's bare-walled house: "This is already the residence of the number one scholar."
"Haha..." Yang Yun laughed freely.
A good wife helps me become a blue cloud.
With a wife like this, what more could a husband want?
After a few more pleasantries, Zhao Chan said goodbye and left.
Zhang Cuicui stared at the young man's back, thinking all of a sudden.
"The good wife is distracted?"
"Oops! Call me that again after the wedding banquet. Yang Lang, I just feel that Zhao Chan is very tired from living." She sighed.
Yang Yun thought for a moment and smiled: "He is just a good person."
"In this messy world, good people will be blackmailed by bad people."
"You, believe him. Brother Xian is not only a good person... but also knows how to adapt and be ruthless when encountering difficulties. Otherwise, how could Brother Xian follow Lao Liu to pick paint all over the mountains and plains? Unlike me, hehe, I am as timid as a mouse. "
Zhang Cuicui threw herself into his arms and covered his mouth: "Don't allow Yang Lang to talk about himself like this. In my heart, Yang Lang will always be a man who stands upright."
The two returned to the house.
Take a seat together.
Yang Yun said with emotion: "I used to think that the so-called "finding the case to be the same as me is just a lie in the book, deceiving us and other scholars. I never thought that one day, I, Yang Yun, would have a good wife who could be the same as me."
"I am a fox demon. In order to deceive Yang Lang, of course I have to be false."
"Ha, if you were a fox demon who came here specifically to trick me, I would be happy to die without any regrets!"
"Do you really want to die without regrets?"
Yang Yun said word by word: "No regrets!"
"Yang Lang!"
She hugged his neck and buried her head in his arms.
Yang Yun tried several times before he had the courage to hug her slender waist tightly. His eyes passed from her hair to the mildew on the door frame and then to the sunlight covering the floor.
…
Zhao Chan went straight to Xizhao Inn.
Xie Wan agreed to the request of the shadow puppet troupe and allowed these actors to rehearse in the courtyard.
The melody of the song is sad and graceful, full of lovesickness, and the lyrics also express the pain of separation between life and death.
Last year the Autumn Equinox Theater Troupe came to Youju Town and performed this shadow puppet show that night.
Zhao Chan remembers calling it "Thousand Threads of Resentment".
It tells the story of a fox demon and a scholar. It ends badly. The fox demon is deeply in love. In order to save the scholar's life, he is willing to give up his hard-earned Taoism and transform into an ignorant red fox again. The scholar is also a love-struck man. Fox rushed to the capital to take the exam and succeeded in the gold medal. Everyone in the world knew that the prime minister's daughter was also a scholar and wanted to marry him. The prime minister also admired the scholar's knowledge and was happy to see his success. He never thought that , the scholar declined, and fell in love with the red fox. When the princes of the Manchu Dynasty saw that the number one scholar actually fell in love with a fox, they laughed at him for being a fox idiot.
This play of "A Thousand Threads of Resentment" has come to an end.
Zhao Chan only listened to the singer singing in a sad voice: "You and I will renew our fate in the next life. There are thousands of knots in my heart, but they are just troubling people. I hope all the lovers in the world will eventually get married, unlike you." I am full of love, resentment, and sorrow, but I am destined to have no destiny."
Xie Wan leaned her chin behind the counter and listened in rapt attention, with two lines of clear tears falling on her clothes.
He was at the counter, talking or walking.
After Xie Wan calmed down, she asked: "Have you eaten?"
"Hello, Sister Wan'er, I've eaten."
Seeing Zhao Chan's hesitant expression: "Is something wrong?"
"I, I want to find that foreigner."
"Oh, his name is A Ping, what are you looking for him for?" Xie Wan was originally in a low mood, but when she heard that Zhao Chan was looking for A Ping, she suddenly became energetic.
He said calmly: "Can I tell him face to face?"
"Okay, Aping is resting upstairs. Come with me."
Xie Wan twisted her hips and walked out from behind the counter, rolling her eyes at the sisters Bai Yuqing and Bai Youjun who were sitting at the window drinking tea.
The town is so big, we can always meet.
Bai Youjun had already seen Zhao Chan. She stood up and put her hands on her belly and stared at Zhao Chan, like a lady who had not yet left the palace.
"Sister, why is Mr. Lang here?" she asked in a worried voice.
Instead, Bai Yuqing said: "The opera troupe sang "A Thousand Threads of Resentment", which tells the story of the fox demon and the scholar who have gone through countless hardships and still can't be together in the end. The fox demon even lost all the hard-earned Taoism for this relationship. Qing Sister, be careful!"
"Ah? Sister, is it related to me?"
Bai Yuqing was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and asked, "It has nothing to do with you?"
"Sister, I am not a fox demon, and the husband is not a scholar. Of course, it has nothing to do with us. The husband is a person favored by God, and I am also favored by God. We are a match made in heaven!"
"Okay, okay, you said it more than once."
"Sister, please answer me quickly. Why is Mr. Lang here?"
Bai Yuqing said, "Sit down first and I'll talk later."
Wait for her to sit down properly.
Bai Yuqing said: "I told him about the moldy ghost just now, and he asked me to kill the moldy ghost, but I refused..."
"Ah! I understand, Lang Jun is here to ask for help from that Xuanwei Sect disciple." Bai Youjun suddenly realized.
Bai Yuqing played with the tea cup, "Since he is asking for help, the Xuanwei Sect disciple named A Ping will definitely threaten him to join the Xuanwei Sect. I would like to see how he will deal with it!"
Bai Youjun panicked again.
