The Harem Rescue Project

Lin Qianshuang was still organizing her words, but after hearing what Xiao Lanle said, she choked on her saliva and coughed several times.

It may be that the author thought it was troublesome to use a lot of repetitive seduction routines in the novel. Lin Qianshuang vaguely remembered that in the commentary interaction of the novel "Four Realms Conqueror", many nerds even complained about Liang Aotian's three actions in one sentence, Now Xiao Lanle, the female lead who is the most obsessed with the male lead in the original text, commented so ironically on the male lead with a disdainful expression that she saw the routine, which really made her feel a little pain in her stomach, probably because she was holding back her laughter.

Xiao Lanle shifted her eyes from Lin Qianshuang's small expression, and said to Zi Xiao as if nothing had happened: "Am I right?"

Zi Xiao was hit, and stared at Xiao Lan with an unnatural expression, only feeling that the woman in front of her was different from the rumors she had heard from her master. Inside, every frown and smile has a fairy charm, not the coquettish and savage, petty air all over the body as the master said.

"Miss Zixiao, when I was passing through a village not far from Yanqing Mountain, I heard about the whereabouts of your disciples from the same school back then. You can go and have a look, maybe you can find them."

Lin Qianshuang smiled faintly, and looked somewhere in the sky. She knew that Liang Jingxuan must be searching for the whereabouts of Zixiao Sword Spirit by now.

What she told Zi Xiao just now was a lie. In fact, she told Liang Jingxuan that as long as he had ghosts in his heart, there would always be clues.

Even if Zi Xiao is confused by Liang Jingxuan's kingly spirit, but with some hints and guidance, he will know the truth.

While everyone was dealing with Zixiao, the enchantment aura of the Zixiao sword spirit in the mansion was gradually swallowed, and the forest green ghost aura condensed into a ball of dead air in the dry well in the courtyard, and the ghostly baby was crying in the dark dry well The intermittent sound at the bottom, and the screeching sound of climbing nails made people feel a little creepy.

Lin Qianshuang narrowed her eyes deeply, turned her head and looked into the destroyed gate of the mansion, and said:

"Our luck is really bad. There is an unjust soul dormant in this house. It has absorbed the aura of the Excalibur and it should be about to transform."

Xiao Lanle was keenly aware of the monsters in the mansion. She looked at the disciples of Penglai Xianmen and ordered: "Set up the formation, and this ghost will be trapped in the formation."

A group of disciples listened to the order and vigilantly cast the sword energy concentrating talisman around the mansion according to the formation method, but Chen Shangqing did not follow, but chose to stay where he was.

Xiao Lanle took a look at Chen Shangqing and said, "They need you, Senior Brother Chen."

Chen Shangqing stayed where he was, and said: "Chen only cares about the safety of the head, they can do it."

Xiao Lan's happy eyes dimmed, and a sneer appeared on her face indifferently.

Chen Shangqing realized that Xiao Lanle didn't seem to hear what he said, and following her gaze, the Lord Tianshu and Senior Sister Lin were acting intimately and talking closely...Junior Sister Xiao must be jealous.

He didn't know how to comfort people, and he was even more at a loss at this moment.

Chen Shangqing remembered that Junior Sister Xiao had also been so close to City Lord Tianshu, and the relationship between these three people was complicated and changeable. He was clueless about emotional matters, and he was even more clueless at this moment.

Mu Weiyin embraced Lin Qianshuang's shoulders, and when she saw her looking at her with a puzzled face, she held her wrist, raised the Qianyu Sword, and instructed, "Wild ghosts are divided into four types in order. Living white ghosts, ghosts whose reincarnation has been recorded, evil ghosts with water retrograde and money-losing ghosts, ghosts with grievances and cold bones claiming their lives, and ghosts are the fourth type. They are bloodthirsty ghosts who have not yet realized their sanity under ghost cultivation, and are used by Qian Yujian. It is the divine jade from Kunlun Mountains that wards off evil spirits, but it can be judged in stages by listening to the sound of falling rain, you can try it."

"Listen to the rain?"

Lin Qianshuang didn't understand, but got a more important message from Mu Weiyin, and said, "You mean that the one in the house is not an ordinary ghost."

Mu Weiyin nodded, and said: "The voices are complicated now, and if you can find the trace of the ghost's breath among thousands of voices, you will understand the true essence of Qianyu Sword."

The ghosts in the mansion must be unusual, and Mu Weiyin taught her how to use a sword in such a way that she might have noticed something was wrong.

When the sword formula was used, the emerald green sword body of Qianyu Sword shone slightly, and a small word appeared.

Lin Qianshuang was stunned, and lightly brushed the incomprehensible words on the sword with the palm of her hand, which was exactly the same as the words of destiny left by Mu Weiyin when he left that day.

The origin of this sword is probably related to Mu Weiyin.

Regardless, it is more important to find the ghost breath in the mansion.

Lin Qianshuang emptied the thoughts in her mind, closed her eyes and meditated to connect with Qian Yujian's spiritual consciousness. She stood faintly in an empty world like a mirror, but the sound of a chime came faintly from the empty bell stand. The knocking sound, she listened to the rhythmless knocking tone and walked forward, the ground suddenly vibrated, and there was rain falling from the sky, she wanted to hold the sword to resist, but found that her hands were empty, and she wanted to draw a ball of demonic energy in her hand to resist , but found that the magic energy seemed to be unable to display.

"What are you thinking, little fool? This is the space of consciousness between you and Qian Yujian, how can you use magic energy?"

A long-lost familiar voice sounded beside him with a smile.

Lin Qianshuang's eyes shrank, and she raised her head. Xuan Luowan held a plain umbrella in her left hand to block the rain above her head, and her right hand held the Han Chanqin. Her fringed hairband fluttered with her loose hair, and she was dressed in a flowing white dress. Lightly, he looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Wan, you... are you awake?"

"The fluctuations of your connection with Qian Yujian's consciousness disturbed Han Chanqin, and I followed the connected spirit to here together."

"I am a ghost body, and I am not yet born."

Xuan Luowan put away the plain umbrella and shook off the weird blue raindrops on it, her eyelashes drooping slightly to hide the emotion in her red eyes, in fact, I have been looking at you, by your side, Shuangshuang.

It's just that you don't know.

Another blue raindrop fell from the mirror-like sky, and Xuan Luowan lightly swirled the plain umbrella in his hand to cover the sky above the two of them. The blue rain splashed on the empty chime bell frame, and a row of red chime bells emerges, but the source of the sound is not there.

"When you hear the source of the sound, when the rain is coming, choose an empty bell stand to stop on it. The chimes from red to purple are the appearance of ghosts. If the color and sound appear, you have heard the sound and manifested the image."

Mu Weiyin's voice spread from the outside to the inside where they were.

"Shuangshuang, don't touch the blue rain here, otherwise it will force your spiritual consciousness away. The rain falls on someone else. You just stand here and listen to the sound to guide you. I will find the source of the sound for you."

After Xuan Luowan finished speaking, she turned into a white fox and jumped onto the bell frame lightly, and sat down happily, swinging her two big fluffy tails, her paws resting on her chin and she tilted her head and looked at her.

Lin Qianshuang was shocked by those charming fox eyes, blushed a little, coughed, and said, "Okay, then I will trouble you, Xiaowan."

The rain fell on the plain umbrella in the sky every so often, and she wanted to find the exact location of the sound source when the chime bell sounded and the rain fell.

Lin Qianshuang discerned the noisy sounds, and she realized that among the complicated music that she heard when she first came in, the sound of the chime bell was just a weak sound.

The rain falling on the umbrella made a crackling sound, and the position of the chime's sound source changed again.

Lin Qianshuang was blocked from identifying the source of the sound, so she calmed down and continued to listen to and identify various voices.

After several failures, Lin Qianshuang gradually felt that she could find the source of the sound faster and faster before the rain fell.

Another falling rain fell head-on, and Lin Qianshuang found the source of the sound in an instant. She opened her closed eyes, stretched out her hand and pulled the plain umbrella above her head and spun it in one direction.

"Xiao Wan, that's right there!"

The white fox opened its mouth and bit the handle of the umbrella, and leaped onto the bell stand pointed by Lin Qianshuang.

The shaky dark purple chime emerged from the bell stand, and the plain umbrella finally couldn't hold back the rain and dissipated in the mouth of the white fox.

Dark purple appearance, three low voices and two high voices, according to the illustrated book Qian Yujian handed to her, these ghosts should be ghost babies with stronger lethality, addicted to food and extremely destructive.

The formation of Penglai Xianmen may not be able to trap the ghost baby for long.

Lin Qianshuang thought about it, but couldn't help looking somewhere. After the two pairs of eyes met, both of them smiled at each other's tacit cooperation, and made high-five gestures towards each other from a distance.

Xuan Luowan held the piano and floated on the bell stand with one foot, quietly looking at her, not approaching her, as if waiting for her to speak first.

"Xiaowan, I'm leaving first. I will always get the Tianshu mirror. I look forward to our next meeting."

Lin Qianshuang took a deep look, turned and left.

"Shuangshuang, don't do things that embarrass yourself."

Xuan Luowan hugged Han Chanqin and shouted towards the departing people, the red eyes flashed a gleam of red light under his gentle face, "Looking forward to our next meeting."

Han Chanqin fell from the midair of the meditating woman and turned into a silver light and hid in her jade slips.

Lin Qianshuang opened her eyes, Mu Weiyin held her hand from behind and stroked the sword, and said: "You have seen the murderous creature in the mansion, it is the purple step you've heard" from Qianyu Sword. Li Gui, the highest level of swordsmanship is the unity of human and sword, if you want to promote your devil baby, you need to practice with the sword to become your own sword spirit."

"My own sword spirit?"

Lin Qianshuang said to Mu Weiyin, "Ayin, where is your sword spirit?"

"I don't have a sword spirit, so when I first entered the way of swordsman, I was often teased by my companions in the Yixiang Building."

Mu Weiyin smiled lightly and said: "Actually, whether there is a sword spirit has nothing to do with the path of cultivation. As long as you have the heart, you will always find another way out."

Zi Xiao seemed to have been eavesdropping for a long time, and interjected: "A sword cultivator who has not cultivated into a sword spirit during the tribulation period is too incredible. My former master once said that a sword cultivator without a sword spirit cannot cross the sky." Those who are robbed are destined not to be able to ascend."

Lin Qianshuang took a look at Mu Weiyin. Indeed, in the novel, Mu Weiyin really stayed in the Transcending Tribulation Period for a whole hundred years, and it really seemed like he was delaying time.

A thick ghostly aura mixed with the dead aura of the corpse rushed towards him.

Zixiao stood up from the stone lion, and she felt the prying eyes of the ghost, and the ghost seemed to be looking for an opportunity to swallow her.

The formation of the people of Penglai Xianmen is exactly as Mu Weiyin said, it will be broken at the touch of a touch, and it doesn't last for a cup of tea.

"Are you protecting me?"

Zi Xiao saw Lin Qianshuang, Mu Weiyin, and Xiao Lanle standing in front of her in surprise, and said in surprise.

Mu Weiyin turned her head and stated the facts very seriously: "You, a newborn sword spirit, can't beat the ghost who has complained for hundreds of years under the ancient well. If you don't want to be eaten, you'd better come with us."

Zi Xiao flicked the whip, angry at being underestimated, then smiled back: "I'll show you my strength right now."