The strongest collapse system

Chapter 667 Fox Shadow
The Qiuyue Temple at the foot of the West Mountain was extremely dilapidated, and there was only one old monk guarding the temple. Wang Fan gave the old monk a few taels of silver, and the old monk immediately became attentive and entertained.

After dinner, Wang Fan and Hong Yi started talking.

"Why didn't you accept the Four Treasures of the Study that Jing Yuxing gave you yesterday? They are all good things, worth hundreds of taels of silver. Now you plan to practice martial arts and immortality, and you also want to study and take the imperial examination. It is time to spend money." Wang Fan found a place, put down the futon and sat down, "Songzhuxuan snow paper is processed through dozens of processes; the purple stone inkstone is also high-quality, the stone is fine and smooth, with a sense of warmth, and the ink will not freeze in winter." Ice; musk ink is made from fine pine smoke mixed with musk. When writing, it is extremely smooth and has a refreshing fragrance; the pen is also a good pen..."

"You don't get paid for nothing." Hong Yi said with a smile, "Besides, I'm just a bastard now. If I get along with Jing Guogong's eldest son, I'm afraid my older brothers won't be able to tolerate me."

Hong Yi's situation in the mansion was already extremely difficult, and he didn't have much strength, only a scholar with a decent reputation.

But if a small scholar gets involved in the factional struggles in the capital, he will be courting death.

Even his father Hong Xuanji would not protect him, and would only use him as a sacrifice at critical moments.

"I didn't expect you to see it so clearly now. You really didn't study for nothing for so many years." Wang Fan said.

"Besides, Uncle Wang, didn't you say that the less you can get, the more precious you are, and the less you can get, the less you cherish it. If it's for something worth a few hundred taels of silver, I'll show Jing Yuxing a flattering face. Didn't he make him look down?" Hong Yi said, "Now I'm just a scholar, and the whole cadre is like a crucian carp crossing the river. Even if Qiu Wei passed the examination of Juren, it is nothing. Being a Jinshi is the moment for me to show my ambition."

Hong Yi revealed his true feelings, which shocked Wang Fan slightly.

But the 15-year-old boy has such deep thoughts.

Once you enter Houmen, it is as deep as the sea.

The two chatted for a while, then returned to the side hall, Wang Fan found a corner to put down the futon, and closed his eyes to meditate.Hong Yi lit a charcoal fire and lit a lamp to prepare for night reading.

Whoohoo!
The north wind howled, and the yard outside the side hall was covered with withered grass, which was blown loudly, making it desolate.

Although the temple was desolate and dilapidated, Hong Yi felt that it was much cleaner and more peaceful than the Hong Mansion. Soon, he was immersed in the sea of ​​books.

Boo!
The lantern flower burst out a spark.

I don't know how long I watched, suddenly there were bursts of shrill howls outside the temple, like wolves and foxes, mixed in the night wind, it was shocking to hear.

The deep mountains, the ancient temple, the north wind, the laughing wolf and the fox, all these are terrifying scenes, but Hong Yi has no fear in his heart, on the one hand because he has never done anything wrong, on the other hand it is Wang Fan.

It's a completely different feeling to be with someone than to be alone.

"Uncle Wang, let's go for a walk!" Hong Yi was a little tired from reading at the moment, so he planned to go for a walk, to exercise his energy and blood, and to refresh himself before reading.

"It's such a cold day, forget it. Didn't you learn a set of boxing techniques from the "Martial Arts"? Just hit it once." Wang Fan did not open his eyes.

Unfortunately, Hong Yi still dragged Wang Fan out of the side hall and into the courtyard.

In the distant valley, there are several fist-sized green fires floating up and down, and there are bursts of shrill voices coming from there, as if there are demons and ghosts lurking there that suck the flesh and blood of people.

The faces of the two were calm, and there was no fear at all.

It's nothing but the phosphorous fire emanating from the night owls in the mountains and human bones.

"The hundred-year-old owl has turned into a wood charm, and laughter rises from the green fire nest." Hong Yi suddenly became poetic, and read aloud.

Wang Fan suddenly became bitter.

He couldn't bear Hong Yi's point, and always liked to write some poems.

However, these poems are always familiar, but they are not good, they can only be regarded as mediocre, and they are not comparable to the real masterpieces in Wang Fan's memory.

Wang Fan was about to open his mouth to belittle, but suddenly stopped.

"Young man, you are not very old, but you are an elegant person, good poetry, good poetry..." A clear and sweet female voice came from the side hall.

The two of them turned around and saw a graceful and beautiful young girl standing beside the oil lamp in the side hall.

She was wearing a pink lady's dress, slim and graceful, exuding a breathless beauty from top to bottom, and combined with the dim lights beside her, she added a sense of mystery.

Hong Yi didn't feel the slightest emotion, nor was he in the mood to appreciate the beauty, he dodged and hid behind Wang Fan.

"Uncle Wang, beat her! A woman appeared in an ancient temple deep in the mountains for no reason, either a ghost or a demon!"

Wang Fan suddenly became anxious: "Didn't you always say that as long as a scholar is upright and fearless, even ghosts and ghosts can't get close to him? There is also Li Yan, the former prime minister whom you highly respect, who is merciless in the face of ghosts." If you are weak, just rely on your righteousness to drive away the ghosts, shouldn't you follow his example?"

Hong Yi curled his lips and said: "When Li Yan encountered a ghost, he was alone and had nothing to rely on. He could only rely on his own righteousness. I am different. Isn't it because you are still there, Uncle Wang?"

Wang Fan was dumbfounded.

This is so cowardly and principled!

Wang Fan sighed, stepped forward and approached the girl.

"Little girl, where are you from? It's quiet at night, and there are three grown men in the temple, old, middle, and young. You have to be careful!" Wang Fan pointed to the old monk's dormitory, and then to himself. , and finally pointed at Hong Yi.

The beautiful girl who was smiling all over her face suddenly changed her expression.

She felt the endless malice in Wang Fan's words.

"Why, you guys aren't afraid of me?" The girl's face changed color, a blue light came out, her tone was cold, and she exuded a murderous look.

"Why are you afraid of you?" Wang Fan wondered, "You are just a woman, if we two big men are afraid of you, do you think it is reasonable?"

After speaking, he made a gesture to show off his arm muscles.

Hearing this, Hong Yi couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, there is no one in this area for ten miles. It is impossible for a single woman to appear in the ancient temple late at night. Besides, it is cold in the mountains, and her clothes are so thin..."

Hong Yi wanted to remind Wang Fan that this woman is extraordinary, but Wang Fan interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Could it be that the old monk is old-hearted, where did he get it..." Wang Fan was shocked.

"enough!"

The woman couldn't bear it anymore, she jumped up and grabbed Wang Fan with both hands.

(End of this chapter)