"what!"

Mu Nanzhi suddenly let out a low cry, pointed to the south corner, and stammered: "Coffin, coffin"

Next to the south wall, there is an ebony coffin, the color is dull, it seems to be some years old.

The dilapidated ruined temple, the old coffin, and the approaching dusk, the dark clouds covering the top, and the howling wind are strange.

Mu Nanzhi was timid, and was immediately terrified.

Bai Ji, who was clearly a fox demon, seemed to be affected as well, she took the initiative to crawl into Mu Nanzhi's arms, and the two female creatures huddled together to keep warm.

Xu Qi'an glanced at the coffin, then turned his gaze away, and looked at Li Lingsu: "Go outside to pick up some firewood, and we'll make do with it in the temple tonight."

After Li Lingsu went out for a while, it started to rain, and it was miserable.

Xu Qi'an took out two robes from the storage bag and put them on the ground so that Mu Nanzhi could sit. After waiting for a while, Li Lingsu returned with a large bundle of firewood.

Portions are plentiful.

A bonfire was quickly lit in the temple to drive away the chill, Xu Qi'an set up a pot and cooked a pot of meat soup.

Not long after, the rich meaty aroma wafted away, and Mu Nanzhi was no longer afraid, holding a porcelain bowl and enjoying the soup.

The little white fox also has a bowl, licking it happily.

At this moment, Xu Qi'an's ears moved, and he heard hurried footsteps.

At the gate of the temple, two figures rushed in, two men and one woman, one of them was wearing a Confucian shirt and a Confucian crown, carrying a bookcase, he seemed to be a scholar.

The other man had a long knife in his waist and hips, and was wearing a black suit. He looked like a martial arts practitioner.

As for the woman, she has a pretty face, wearing a neat bunt, and her long hair is tied up high like a man's, but her shoulders and neck are not embellished, making her look more slender and thinner.

"smell good!"

A young man with a long knife in his waist and hips entered the temple, staring straight at the iron pot.

The scholar cupped his hands and said, "You two brothers, the mountain road is hard to find, and it is cold and rainy occasionally. I don't know if it can be convenient."

Li Lingsu smiled and said, "It's up to you."

Two men and a woman immediately stepped aside and sat down not far from the coffin.

His body was wet because he was traveling in the rain. The man in the black suit took off his saber, looked at the old coffin in the corner, and wondered:

"There is actually a coffin in the temple. It's just right. Let's chop it up and use it as firewood."

The young scholar's face changed slightly, "No way, Brother Wang, this is unlucky, the dead are the worst, don't disturb others."

When Mu Nanzhi heard this, she shook her little hand and shouted, "That's right, why are you hacking up some coffin to die?"

It was completely dark, and the raindrops were falling. In the ruined temple on the barren mountain, the bonfire was swayed by the cold wind that was drawn into the temple, and the figures twisted into deformed outlines on the wall.

The young man in black clothes frowned and said, "What does it have to do with you!"

He turned to his companion and muttered, "It's not certain whether there are dead people in the coffin."

At this time, the beautiful woman said:

"It doesn't matter whether there are dead or not. It's not auspicious. Brother Wang, we are martial arts practitioners with strong energy and blood, and are not afraid of the cold. It's just you, Brother Lu."

The scholar quickly waved his hand: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way."

The woman shook her head, stood up and walked in front of Xu Qi'an and the others, clasped her fists together and said, "Brothers, can we come over and warm up together?"

"sit down!"

Under Mu Nanzhi's squinting gaze, Xu Qi'an maintained a cold posture and didn't let himself show a warm male smile.

So the three of them sat down by the campfire, and Xu Qi'an noticed that they were staring straight at the iron pot and the meat soup inside.

"If you don't mind, just use the bowl we drank from."

Xu Qi'an didn't reveal in front of them that he had stored magical artifacts.

"Thank you very much."

The scholars were overjoyed and bowed again and again.

Hearing this, the bad-tempered man in black clothes softened a bit.

The beautiful woman drank a mouthful of the broth, wiped her lips with her sleeve, and said, "Little girl Feng Xiu is a disciple of the Plum Blossom Sword Sect."

She looked at the man in the black dress and introduced: "His name is Wang Jun, a disciple of Songyun Sect. Our two sects have been friends for generations. This brother Lu is a friend we met in the mountains."

The scholar took over the topic and said: "Here in Lu Wei, a person from Qingshan County, the new king is enthroned, and the Enke will be opened next year, so I plan to go on a study tour and go to the capital."

Xu Qi'an was taken aback when the crown prince ascended the throne.

For Dafeng, this is a good thing.

The only advantage of Yuan Jing's Taoism is that he doesn't have many heirs, otherwise, if the prince seizes the heir, it will only make the situation worse.

Li Lingsu challenged, "Are you two traveling together?"

Feng Xiu's gaze stayed on his face for a moment, and she said softly, "We are responding to Aunt Chai's call to come to Xiangzhou to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference."

Chapter 39 The Great Enemy Visits

The porter saw that this young man was handsome and handsome, he didn't look like someone who was cheating, he hesitated a little, and said:

"Young master, wait a moment!"

He turned around and ran into the mansion in a hurry. About a quarter of an hour later, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and a woman rushed out. She was wearing a plain long dress, her eyebrows were as far away as Dai, her mouth was small, and her skin was white and tender, as if she could Pinch out the water.

A young woman in her early thirties, dressed plainly, but could not conceal her proud figure, with a white flower pinned in her hair, the most striking thing about her was a touch of sadness, which made people feel pity for no reason.

"Myolie!"

With a smile on his face, Li Lingsu is a handsome young man in troubled times.

Chai Xing'er stared at him blankly, her eyes turned red, and said coldly:

"Didn't Mr. Li claim to be a prodigal son, with nowhere to go, and the only destination is to walk the rivers and lakes. Where did the wind come from today, and it brought you here to me?"

Li Lingsu sighed: "A person who cares about him can't go far. It will eventually return to the person he loves..."

Chai Xing'er turned her face away, stubbornly not letting the tears roll down.

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