Stepping on the withered leaves, Kong Wenjun waved the folding fan in his hand lightly, but he was slightly shocked in his heart. This scene was truly terrifying. Although he had remarkable abilities, he still could not escape the barrier of the human heart.
When Kong Wenjun stepped into Ruolan Temple, the lights in a room in the temple suddenly lit up, and a figure holding a long sword jumped out from upstairs.
"Brother Yan?"
"Brother Kong?"
Kong Wenjun and Yan Chixia looked at each other in surprise.
"Why are you here?" Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, then he looked around and pulled Kong Wenjun back to the temple vigilantly. He said in a low voice,""You shouldn't have come here."
"I understand. It's fine." Kong Wenjun smiled and shook his head.
Yan Chixia thought for a while and realized that it was not wrong. Kong Wenjun was also a cultivator, and his strength was about the same as his. Thinking of this, he did not say anything more and immediately invited Kong Wenjun to his room.
"Brother Kong, why are you here?" Yan Chixia asked curiously.
"I counted on my fingers. Brother Yan is here, so I came to meet you." Kong Wenjun chuckled.”
"Haha, Brother Kong is so thoughtful. Come, let's drink.”Yan Chixia laughed and took out two jars of wine, one for each person.
Drinking and chatting, it's fun.
Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the hurried footsteps outside the temple.
"It's a person." Yan Chixia sensed for a while and said to Kong Wenjun after he found that there was no demonic aura.
"Let's go out and take a look." Kong Wenjun nodded.”
"Brother Kong, wait here.”Yan Chixia jumped out and chased after the footsteps.
Kong Wenjun gently fanned himself and looked out the window, thinking about something.
And at this very moment…
Dong dong dong.
"Help, someone wants to kill me, save me.”A slightly flustered female voice sounded and knocked on the door.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes slightly and walked up to open the door. A girl in a blue dress stood outside the door coquettishly, as if she was very afraid. She threw herself into Kong Wenjun's arms and shouted,"Save me, someone wants to kill me."
"May I ask your name?" Kong Wenjun asked indifferently.
The coquettish girl said in a low voice,""How can you be like this? Someone wants to kill me, and you still ask for my name at a time like this. Alright, I'll tell you. My name is Little Blue…"
Hearing this, Kong Wenjun's slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened. He looked indifferently at Xiao Lan, who was hugging him and rubbing against him, and said slightly,"In the middle of the night, a girl ran over to call for help. Then, she threw herself into my arms and rubbed against me lovingly. Then, I thought of the rumored female ghost of Lanruo Temple.”
Xiao Lan, who was rubbing against Kong Wenjun, stiffened slightly and said with an unnatural expression,"Young Master, are you suspecting that I'm a female ghost? Have you ever seen such a beautiful female ghost?”
"Haha." Kong Wenjun chuckled and looked at Xiao Lan in his arms calmly. He reached out and gently stroked Xiao Lan's back.
Xiao Lan heaved a sigh of relief when she saw this. Then, she smiled sweetly and stretched out her arms to wrap around Kong Wenjun's neck. She leaned her entire body against him and said in a delicate voice,"Young Master, it's a man and a woman alone. Aren't we going to do something?”
"You can do anything, but I want to tell you that the Taoist priest named Yan Chixia will be back soon.”Kong Wenjun smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to rub the little blue crisp's chest, teasing.
Hearing this.
Xiaolan's expression changed completely. If she still didn't know that this person already knew who she was, then she would really be stupid. Seeing this, she bit her lip and glared at Kong Wenjun. She was still very afraid of Yan Chixia, who had profound cultivation. She lifted the hand on her soft chest and gently flew out.
"Quite soft?" Kong Wenjun shook his head and smiled as he muttered to himself. Then, he took out the Book of the Sage and read it silently.
A moment later.
Yan Chixia came back, but he said in exasperation,""He's a poor scholar. I told him that he couldn't stay here, but he didn't listen. He gave up and wanted to stay here. I tried to persuade him, but he found me annoying and said something like, does this place belong to you? I'm so angry."
"Everyone has their own aspirations. Let fate take its course." Kong Wenjun chuckled.
Yan Chixia nodded and continued drinking and chatting with Kong Wenjun.
Night fell.
Kong Wenjun left Yan Chixia's room and was about to find a meditation room to stay in when he suddenly heard the faint and bleak sound of a zither. It was leisurely and long, accompanied by an intoxicating humming sound that floated in the wind and entered Kong Wenjun's ears.
"Everyone, use Kugou to search for 'Qian.' The first song is the one I mentioned. The song played by Xiaoqian in the ancient pavilion.! It makes people intoxicated when they hear it."
The sound of the guzheng was like a gust of spring wind, intoxicating and numbing. It was also like a girl telling her thoughts alone under the moonlight, making people involuntarily walk over.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly smiled. This was Nie Xiaoqian.
At this moment, a scholar pushed open the door and walked toward the direction of the guzheng sound in a daze.
"Sigh." Kong Wenjun sighed. With a flick of his sleeve, the scholar fainted and was sent back to his room by a surge of Righteousness Qi.
……
An elegant ancient pavilion was built beside the lake.
The red candles lit up the entire pavilion. In the darkness, the pavilion was like a lamp that guided people.
A woman in a fluttering white dress sat in the ancient pavilion, as if a fairy had landed here. The woman's slender and fair hands gently played the zither. She slowly closed her eyes, her red lips gently opened, and she hummed this famous song along with the melody.
The spring breeze blew, and the white dress fluttered. The woman's long hair fluttered in the wind. She slowly opened her eyes, and her faint gaze could not help but make people feel pity for her.
Nie Xiaoqian.
Rather than calling her a female ghost, she was more like a fairy. Everything about her was so beautiful and elegant.
Snow slowly drifted down from the sky, accompanied by the sound of the zither. It floated and added a hint of artistic conception to the scene.
"Qu Mei is even more beautiful."
A faint sigh sounded behind Nie Xiaoqian.
Nie Xiaoqian stopped playing the guzheng. The beautiful sound of the guzheng stopped. She turned around and saw a handsome man dressed in white sitting by the pavilion. He was looking at the waning moon in the sky.
Seeing this scene.
Nie Xiaoqian took a few steps back. She could tell that Kong Wenjun was extraordinary.
"Continue playing." Kong Wenjun said indifferently. He leaned against the pillar and looked at the moon, a rare trace of calmness in his heart.
Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment. Then, she really sat back down and continued playing the guzheng. The beautiful music gradually began to play.
"Ten miles of calm lake frosted over the sky, every inch of black hair worried about the years, looking at the moon alone, only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals.”
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