Doomsday Gu Moon

Chapter 250 Chapter 249, Fishing Bait

Ding Fengyue didn’t know that he avoided that time because of the mysterious mission of inflammation. Even in the past many years, it is still a frightening annual disaster!

His task now is to pretend that he is a weak scholar who is a cultivation channel, so as to attract those who don’t know what it is to get the bait!

Walking into the ruined ancient temple, many houses here are built with tiles, grass, and stones.

The Great Hall collapsed directly, the ruins of a place. Fortunately, this ruined temple is still big enough, not just a courtyard, but a Great Hall!

Ding Fengyue came to a dilapidated old house with four or five rooms. It was built in a row with two floors. The rooms on the ground floor were built with stones for nearly one meter. There was an earthen wall on top. The stone was already a little blackened. It’s mottled, as if telling the age, some of the doors are gone.

Well, not suitable. Ding Fengyue was afraid that the house would just collapse, so he would play woolen yarn!

Turn to other areas, but there are waves of beautiful sounds of Guzheng!

The sound of Guzheng music is soft, elegant, and extremely plastic. It often presents different styles due to changes in music, with a unique style of freshness without losing solemnity, lightness, and elegance without losing popularity. When you listen, you will be fully tranquil, ethereal, and elegant, fully expressing the lofty artistic conception of Buddhist music, and showing the solemn and cleanness of the music.

As if it was a long-term agreement, when the pure water-like notes floated in the night, Ding Fengyue seemed to hear the natural, ethereal and distant.

This kind of sound, lyrics and music should only be found in the sky, and it is rare to hear them far away in the world. But it’s very good, it should be from the Cultivation Yindao genre.

After all, this amateur and professional, Ding Fengyue is still clear!

Ding Fengyue urged the eyes of exploration, and there was nowhere to hide the area from the sound of the Guzheng in front of him.

A beautiful woman in white clothes surpassing the snow, the breeze is blowing slowly, the ink is flying, and it is extremely moving!

She smiled softly, her hair braided lightly, slowly raised her head, smiled slightly, lifted her right hand slightly, turned her head slightly, and flicked out the sleeve, which just covered his face, quite a bit of a feeling of holding Pipa half-hidden. The jade hand is long and slender, with a wave, like a slow stream, clear and quiet, the stream is gurgling, the birds and the flowers are scented, the green grass and wild flowers are blooming, like the wind and the clouds, the waves beat the shore…The world is moving.

Then there was no more. Of course Ding Fengyue could find this woman’s abnormality. Thermal visits, the body temperature of a normal person is around 37 degrees, even if Ding Fengyue cultivates pure Yang body Dao.

Under normal circumstances, it would only increase by a few degrees! Remember, his body is full of hot pure Yang blood, and the pure Yang Qi will no longer escape all the time!

That’s it, the temperature is only ascending a few degrees!

However, the body temperature of the beautiful woman playing the guzheng was only 17 degrees. What kind of concept is this? The lowest temperature of the air conditioner is 16 degrees, and it’s almost time for the ice cellar!

Although Ding Fengyue could not detect the hidden archetype of this woman, she knew that it was not a good stubble based on the body temperature alone!

But these are not the key, Ding Fengyue is now a fish. If he got those heavy rain and light rain to take the bait by himself, why bother to post it now?

So Ding Fengyue walked away directly, and the sound of Guzheng gradually dimmed.

Ding Fengyue finally found a room where he could settle down. There was a large wooden door in front of the house. I involuntarily knocked on the smooth copper ring on the door, trying to ring the sleeping memory, row by row. The old houses are lined up on both sides of the alleys. The quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel like they are in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This is the view of a gentleman, and also the view of a man in Ding Fengyue’s disguise.

But for Ding Fengyue, a rough person, one word, broken, how can it be broken like this!

In a word: Is this a place where people live? It doesn’t matter if it’s dilapidated, what’s the matter with the evil spirit in this room?

And there are a lot of dry bones under the house, and Ding Fengyue has entered the dining hall of those things!

But it doesn’t matter, since Ding Fengyue walked into this ruined temple. I’m afraid those things are already focusing on me, otherwise, how could I encounter the matter just now?

But as a bait, how could Ding Fengyue get the bait by herself? I came to get those things hooked, and then I proceeded with the following plan!

If you get the bait, is this bait still a bait?

In this place, Ding Fengyue does not believe that those things will be able to bear it! And Ding Fengyue has gradually stimulated her own pure yang energy, and under the special means of inflammation, it has transformed into an extremely pure and majestic spirit!

This is the key to being a bait, Ding Fengyue doesn’t believe that those things can stand it!

Since you have to pretend to act, you have to act a full set!

Ding Fengyue put down the book, took out a book that he didn’t know what it was, and then sat and watched it quietly!

In ancient times, I read “Spring and Autumn” about Yuye, and today there is Ding Feng Yueye chanting ancient poems.

“Lu Huaqing. The weather is cool, and the new autumn is already cold. At the small window of Zhu Hu, sit down and press Qin Zheng. How coquettish, it is always the sound of white snow. That is more, the jade skin is charming, and the body is light. .

According to people’s eyes, the eyes are clear, and Zhou Lang and Zi Lai are sick and sentimental. To treat wine as Iraq, you must listen to it again and again. In ecstasy, speechless, one’s ears and hearts are leaning. It’s me who doesn’t hold me, but who can hold me? ”

Of course, this is not an ancient poem from the Gu World, but Ding Fengyue found another one. Today, I have to be a copywriter for a while!

Liao Zhai is strange, ancient temples are ruined, talented men and beautiful ladies, foxes and ghosts…

As a person of China, why don’t you know Strange Tales of Liao Zhai? Even if you don’t know the original novel, you have seen a lot of movies and TV series!

Don’t those foxes and ghosts like these literati pokers disguised by Ding Fengyue the most?

No, to be precise! It’s those poor scholars who are empty and talented for revenge, but depressed!

Although Ding Fengyue looks sour and nonsense. A second-order channel Gu master in disguise, if this is poor, I won’t believe those things!

But there is nothing less than handsome, talented, and rich writing!

The current Ding Fengyue is equivalent to a piece of delicious fat, attracting those things to throw themselves into the net!

“Jiu Chao has even cheeks and eyes. Mei Ying Yuan Shan Heng Xiu. The romantic and handsome, charming posture, rare in front of me. Lotus steps bend, move back to the film, Ling Bo is hard to come by.” Ding Fengyue got up, he already felt A breath is already approaching, ready to add another fire!

“Drunk eyes to Xianyuan, delicate jade cage, soft voice, wrinkled fish lines. I am passionate and sick, and only push wine to others. I can’t hide from him, poetic sentiment is lazy, low waist and thin. Thank you Dongjun, Knowing me diligently, turning the red sleeves. Fighting for the next time, I can’t afford to hold my head, Jianglou knows.”

“Really a handsome son, he is mine!” said a woman in a pink dress greedily!