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289 The First Drop of Blood
On this day, Lanruo Temple ushered in a new resident named Xin Shisanniang.

Even after watching Xin Shisanniang choose a room to live in, Yan Chixia, the first free tenant of Lanruo Temple, was thinking that in just a few days, Lanruo Temple has moved in. so many people.

If things go on like this, will the popularity of Lanruo Temple before its collapse be restored after a while?
This, he doesn't know, but she knows. Today will be another boring day.

Because, it's raining!

As soon as the three of Xu Xian returned to Lanruo Temple, it began to rain heavily outside.

I don't know if the nearby world will suffer from the continuous heavy rain.

Although slaying demons and demons, Yan Chixia didn't have any compassion for others. After all, it was the duty of gods, and he was still a few steps away from gods.

That night, Yan Chixia didn't sleep well.

In a daze, he always felt that something bad was about to happen to him.

It's just that he has lived in Lanruo Temple for several years, and if something bad happened, it should have happened long ago.

Although the tree demon next door was a little bit stronger than him, but the two sides fought for so long, didn't they fail to do anything to him?
What's more, now, it seems that everyone living in Lanruo Temple is at least a little bit better than him, except for the scholar named Ning Caichen who was brought up by him.
With such a lineup, what kind of bad things can happen now?
In a daze, thousands of thoughts flooded Yan Chixia's mind.

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, Yan Chixia suddenly turned cold.

"Well, you brave ghost, with so many masters in the temple, you dare to come here to make trouble, you are looking for death!"

She had been sleeping restlessly, and her heart was full of anger. After sensing the eerie aura in the room of the scholar Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia went out of the room with her sword in hand.

However, as soon as she left the house, Yan Chixia shuddered suddenly.

"It's raining, and it feels like the winter decades ago."

Subconsciously tightening the tattered body, Yan Chixia complained in a low voice, and walked towards Ning Caichen's room.

"Oh!"

Kicking Ning Caichen's door open, Yan Chixia saw Ning Caichen lying on the bed with his eyes closed, a female ghost lying on top of him, her mouth approaching the scholar's mouth little by little.

"Bold ghost, don't hurry to die!"

Yan Chixia is not a pedantic person, and she will not just think about killing monsters and ghosts when she encounters them.

He also knows that there are demons in this world who are pregnant and there are good ones, just as there are good ones among human beings, and there are also those who do all kinds of evil.

But this time, he was absolutely right.

A female ghost, in the dead of night, lay on the body of a scholar who was trapped in an illusion, her mouth moved closer to the scholar's mouth, what else could it be if it wasn't to suck Yang Qi?Could it be that there is something wrong with someone and a ghost?

Yan Chixia, who didn't even believe a single punctuation mark in these five words, yelled angrily, and raised her sword to attack the female ghost.

The female ghost was frightened for a moment by Yan Chixia's yell, and it was this moment that prevented him from dodging Yan Chixia's long sword in time.

And it was also at this very moment that Ning Caichen, who was awakened from the illusion by Yan Chixia's furious shout, opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Ning Caichen saw Xiaoqian, the female ghost with whom he was inseparable in the dream, lying on his body with a pale face.

And that vicious bearded man named Yan Chixia was holding a sword to kill his Xiaoqian. ,

"Xiao Qian!"

Almost without the slightest hesitation, Ning Caichen turned over and pressed Nie Xiaoqian under him, not for sex, but just to protect the poor female ghost with his body.

Ning Caichen completely used his life to interpret the meaning of the phrase "If you want to move a hair on her, you must first step over my dead body".

In comparison, those who can only deceive girls with sweet words, and fly away when disaster strikes, seem less reliable.

At that time, the sword was only [-] centimeters away from my heart, but after a quarter of an incense stick, the male owner of this sword will beat me hard.

Note, this is not a prophecy.

This is completely a true portrayal of Ning Caichen's heart.

When the sword was about to pierce Ning Caichen's heart to harvest a head, Yan Chixia stopped the sword at the very moment.

Seeing Ning Caichen pinning the female ghost under him, looking deathly at home, Yan Chixia's thinking froze for a quarter of a stick of incense.

After a quarter of the incense stick's time, Yan Chixia dropped the long sword in her hand, and pulled Ning Caichen up from Nie Xiaoqian.

Bang!
Snapped!
puff!
Pong!
Boom!
The above is purely the fierce sound of the collision between fist and flesh, flesh and flesh, flesh and face.

And when these chaotic voices stopped, looking at Ning Caichen, he had already turned into a pig's head.

"Are you stupid? It's a ghost! It's a female ghost who absorbs yang energy, do you know that?
You protect her with your life?Just a moment ago, she wanted to suck your yang energy, do you know that?
If you are sucked into Yang Qi, you will be seriously ill, or you will become a mummified corpse. Do you understand what a mummified corpse is?People will die, do you know what a dead person is? "

While rubbing Ning Caichen on the ground, Yan Chixia cursed while hating iron for being weak.

This scholar really didn't know what to do. Not only was he not grateful for his kindness in saving him, but he even risked his life to protect the female ghost who wanted to kill him.

Who is good and who is bad, he can't tell who is going to save him and who is going to hurt him. If it wasn't for the fact that he has recently practiced Taoist techniques and read Confucian classics, he has restrained his temper a lot. This pair of dogs and men are sent to hell.

Oh, no, that woman doesn't even have a chance to go to hell.

"Ahem!" Ning Caichen coughed after Yan Chixia's thump, with a contented smile on his face.

"Huh? Satisfied? Did I discover something extraordinary.

"Daoist Yan, I know Xiaoqian is a ghost, but so what, can't ghosts have a kind side?

Xiaoqian was also a poor person before she was alive, but she became a ghost and was enslaved after death.

She is sincere to me, I like her too, I believe she will not harm me.

This kind of letter, even if she really wants my life, at worst, just give it to her! "

With a smile on his face, Ning Caichen looked at Nie Xiaoqian who was throwing himself on top of him, and at Yan Chixia who was glaring at him, smiling inexplicably.

"Caichen."

Nie Xiaoqian was moved. Just yesterday, she wanted to kill him to save herself. Just yesterday, she tested his character several times. Just yesterday, she and him were strangers.

But in just one day, the other party was willing to die for her.

What kind of true love is this!
This kind of true love moved her so much that she didn't want to run away.

"Xiao Qian!"

Ning Caichen grabbed Nie Xiaoqian's hand, and the female ghost held the scholar's hand tightly with her backhand.

Seeing the hands tightly held by the two, Yan Chixia became angry for a while.

"Crazy! It's fucking crazy, don't care, you love it to death!"

Saying that, Yan Chixia picked up the long sword stuck in the ground and walked out.

"Huh? Miss Xin?"

As soon as she went out, Yan Chixia saw Xin Shisanniang standing in the yard and her bloodstained right hand.

"Miss Xin, are you injured?"

Of course, this is nonsense, no one will bleed if they are not injured, even if the other party is a woman, they will not bleed if their hands are not injured.

"I accidentally got scratched when I opened the door, it's okay."

Xin Shisanniang smiled at Yan Chixia, "Master Daoist, did something happen inside? It seems that there is a lot of movement inside."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but Yan Chixia gets angry when she talks about it.

"Hmph, that bastard scholar wanted to die by himself, and the poor are too lazy to care about him!"

Yan Chixia, who thought she was upright, turned her head and gave a fierce look into the room, as if she didn't see the "Diamond Sutra" that she accidentally left inside.

"It's fine!"

Xin Shisanniang nodded, "The Taoist priest should also rest earlier!"

Saying that, Xin Shisanniang smiled at Yan Chixia, turned around and walked towards her room.

The moment the arm swung, a drop of blood quietly dripped on the ground, staining the bricks red.

Watching Xin Shisanniang go back to her room, Yan Chixia shivered again as she looked at the clean courtyard under the bright moonlight.

"What the hell weather."

Tightening the clothes on her body, Yan Chixia was suddenly a little dazed.

"Since practicing, I have not been affected by cold and heat. How long has it been since I felt too cold?"

Could it be that there is something wrong with my body?
Running the kung fu, the true essence was running without hindrance, Yan Chixia shook her head helplessly.

The chill that passed by for a moment may be my own illusion.

After all, it has been raining several times in a row.

There was nothing to say all night, except for Yan Chixia and Xin Shisanniang, no one else seemed to notice what happened last night.

Those who should eat eat, those who should sleep should sleep, those who should go out for an outing, those who should go out early and return late.

In the early morning of this day, the unknown little monk went out again on the morning sun. In the past few days, he almost crushed the whole mountain, and he was mysterious, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Early this morning, Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing were sitting in a pavilion in the courtyard, they didn't know what to say, their faces looked worried from time to time.

On this day, after explaining clearly that he had never been in a relationship before, and had never had a girl he liked before meeting Miss Yang San, what Xu Xian saw was Miss Yang San's face turning red instantly.

Before her, there has never been a girl I like.

Is this his confession in disguise?

Miss Yang San is sweet in her heart, but she still feels decent in her mouth.

"Then tell me, how did you get those love poems and the title of Love Saint?"

Hence, it took Xu Xian two hours to explain to Yang Chan by citing scriptures and classics, presenting facts and reasoning, that writing poetry does not necessarily mean writing about his true inner feelings.

It's like a primary school student writing a composition. My grandfather's grave is three feet long, and he can still write "My bookshelf. When my parents took me back to my hometown to see my grandfather, my grandfather was very happy and smiled very kindly. He prepared a lot for me." Eat 'and so on.

When you go back to your hometown, your grandpa can really smile at you kindly and prepare delicious food for you.

It will scare you and your parents to tears.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is.

It wasn't long after Xu Xian spent most of the night and one morning to make Miss Yang San happy.

In Lanruo Temple, just as Yan Chixia guessed, another guest was welcomed.

Black clothes, long hair, three feet long sword, peerless elegance.

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