In the dark night, Xu Xian was dressed in white, riding the wind. It was as if his entire body was covered in golden powder, but it was not as friendly as it was during the day.
"Tsk tsk, you stinking scholar, don't come and ruin our good things. Don't tell me you want to be eaten alive?”The dozens of burnt ghosts in the house threatened.
Xu Xian also felt that it was ridiculous. He had inexplicably followed these ghosts here. He had always felt that there was something here that attracted him, but he did not expect it to be Sun Wanqing.
"Noisy, you bunch of malicious ghosts won't die in the Yellow Springs. Today, I'll make your souls dissipate.”Xu Xian was also burning with anger. Tonight's fire had caused so many disasters.
Without waiting for Xu Xian to make a move, dozens of ugly ghosts attacked first, their hoarse ghost cries making people's scalps numb.
"Xu Xian, be careful!" Sun Wanqing saw that the scene tonight was so grand that she didn't know if Xu Xian could stop it. She was secretly anxious.
Xu Xian's heart trembled. He wondered if he had been too careless. He quickly dodged the burning ghost in front of him and shouted.
"Sword!"
Xu Xian's gloomy body suddenly burst out with a golden light. In the dark night, it was so piercing that people could not open their eyes. Not to mention the hundred ghosts, even Sun Wanqing hurriedly closed her eyes.
With a thunder-like sound, the golden literary Qi instantly gathered into a mysterious talisman sword. It was surrounded by a scorching light and paced back and forth beside Xu Xian.
The ghosts were enveloped by the golden literary Qi, and they felt their skin sting. It was as if they had suffered a fire when they were alive, and it was even more painful.
"Roar! Roar!"
The malicious ghost couldn't bear the torment anymore. It didn't care about the risk of its soul being destroyed. It pounced on Xu Xian, and the ghost Qi on its body swarmed toward him.
Tens of malicious ghosts started to scream shrilly. Their sharp cries were like that of a demoness, and a cold ghost fire suddenly rose up in the entire room.
The ghostly fire was like a black ocean, rushing toward Xu Xian like a swarm of bees. It made his heart tremble. This malicious ghost that had just been burned to death was indeed full of resentment.
Xu Xian's eyes flashed as he endured the chill on his back. He reached out his white hand and held the golden sword in his hand. In an instant, the literary aura around him became even more dazzling.
"Zhao Keman has a red tassel, Wu Gou has a bright frost and snow.”
Xu Xian lowered his eyes and suddenly raised his head. He began to recite a poem calmly. The long sword in his hand suddenly slashed down. The malicious ghost in front of him only had time to let out a roar before disappearing.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse like a meteor.”
After another poem, Xu Xian's expression became more and more valiant. His white clothes fluttered even though there was no wind. He swung his sword, and a cold light shone in all directions. He was fearless despite the wails and howls of ghosts.
The burning ghost in the room was stirred up. It was not afraid of its soul being scattered. It desperately urged the ghost qi on its body in an attempt to burn this troublesome scholar to death.
The gloomy air seemed to freeze. The literary Qi on Xu Xian's shoulder was suppressed and almost extinguished.
Xu Xian already had a plan in his mind, and his words flowed like a river.
"Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles!”
As soon as he said this, the surrounding literary Qi squeezed into the room. A golden hurricane seemed to be above Xu Xian's head, crazily devouring the Righteousness Qi between heaven and earth.
In a trance, everyone seemed to see a young hero on a silver saddle and white horse, doing chivalrous deeds in the world and taking revenge.
The dull literary Qi suddenly burst out with dazzling light. Even the long sword in Xu Xian's hand became more solid. The sword body kept trembling and made a buzzing sound.
Xu Xian felt as if there was a hot blood burning in his chest, making him restless. He could only swing the sword in his hand, and the cold light could kill gods and buddhas!
In the huge room, Xu Xian swung his sword with every step he took. His thin body was like a god descending from the heavens. Wherever he went, there were wails everywhere. Some ghosts didn't even have time to scream.
Xu Xian, who looked weak during the day, was now surrounded by golden light. He held a huge sword in his hand and swayed his feet. He looked like a legendary young swordsman.
In the blink of an eye, the malicious ghosts in the room fled in all directions, but Xu Xian was still immersed in this comfortable feeling. It was as if he had an epiphany, and every move contained profound principles.
Seeing that the evil ghost had been eliminated, Xu Xian quickly stopped reciting the poem, and the literary aura between heaven and earth gradually dissipated.
"Damn it!" Xu Xian's eyes were filled with rage. He thrust his sword forward like a flood dragon swimming in the sea, and the withered Corpse Baby was instantly destroyed.
Sun Wanqing stared at Young Master Chuchen in front of her and was speechless for a long time. She seemed to want to say something, but she only said,""This poem is very good. Why don't you continue?”
Xu Xian shook his head. Last night, he accidentally wrote Su Shi's masterpiece, which caused chaos in the county.
Recalling that night, under the fire, Xu Xian had a flash of inspiration and read Su Shi's "Drunken Book on the 27th of June at Wanghu Tower".
Black clouds roll over, ink not yet covering the mountain,
White rain, pearls, and pearls, all enter the ship.
When the wind comes, it suddenly blows away,
The lake tower's water flows like the sky.
It was indeed raining heavily from the south of the city to Sitang Street. In an instant, the sudden fire was extinguished, and only then did he escape.
That was why he had read out the " Journey of a Chivalrous Swordsman " at the last minute. As Xu Xian had expected, the artistic conception of each poem was different, and the effect it brought was extraordinary.
However, Xu Xian didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he stopped after reading half a sentence, afraid that it would cause any more trouble.
"I can't think of anything else, so I might as well give up!”Xu Xian smiled faintly and said with a straight face.
However, Xu Xian was thinking in his heart that it would be better to plagiarize less poems in the future. If he accidentally caused a flood or a fire, he would be in big trouble.
"How did you know I lived here?”Sun Wanqing suddenly said.
Xu Xian didn't think too much about it, and he casually dispersed the ghost energy on Cai's body. Seeing Cai wake up, he casually said,""I don't know either. I just feel that you're like a torch. I saw you from afar.”
Xu Xian was standing by the bed, while Sun Wanqing was half-sitting on the bed. Their clothes were naturally ragged in the middle of the night, and a snow-white figure appeared in front of him.
"Miss…"
After Cai woke up, Sun Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and told her what had just happened. The little girl was in high spirits as she looked up at Xu Xian with burning eyes, as if stars were about to appear in her eyes.
The two of them talked fervently for a long time, but Sun Wanqing felt that something was strange. She did not know what went wrong, so she looked at Xu Xian in confusion.
Xu Xian was staring at him, his face flushed red. He wanted to pop his eyes out. He looked like a pervert.
"Bah! What are you looking at?" Sun Wanqing blushed and quickly tightened her clothes to cover the magnificent spring scenery.
" Ahem, the weather is so dry…" Xu Xian swallowed his saliva and sighed with emotion. The spring scenery was so good.
Xu Xian was a little embarrassed. He quickly turned around and pretended not to see anything. However, he felt pity in his heart. This graceful figure was really a peerless demon.
The rustling of clothes came from behind him. Xu Xian took a few steps back, but his heart was surging through the bead curtain.
Then, he walked around the outer room and saw a flash of gold on the ground. It was probably the golden hairpin that Sun Wanqing wore on her bun during the day.
Xu Xian picked it up and played with it. It was a refined old object. It seemed to be quite old, but it still looked good.
"What are you looking at?" Sun Wanqing's voice came from behind.
Xu Xian's back was facing the two of them. He subconsciously hid the golden hairpin in his arms, thinking that he would find a place to put it back later. If he took it out now, Jade Rakshasa would definitely think that he was a thief.
"Nothing, I just think your house is really beautiful!”Xu Xian told the truth. Although he had thought that his courtyard was shabby, he didn't care. However, the comparison tonight was like the difference between heaven and hell.
Xu Xian came back to his senses and looked at the two of them. The indescribable throbbing in his heart became more and more obvious. He saw Sun Wanqing wearing a simple white cloak with her black hair scattered. She did not wear makeup, but she was fascinating.
Xu Xian unconsciously swallowed his saliva. He felt that he was a little strange tonight. He always felt that Sun Wanqing was like a torch in the dark night, and he was like a moth.
Just as the three of them were looking at each other, a gust of cold wind swept past them. Cai 'Er's face turned pale, and she bit her lips while trembling slightly.
"Cai 'Er, what's wrong?" Sun Wanqing was puzzled.
Cai suddenly pointed at Xu Xian's feet and said in a trembling voice,""Did you go to the south of the city to put out the fire tonight?”
Xu Xian was confused, but seeing Cai 'Er's frightened expression, he didn't understand what was going on. He casually said,"I did go to Sitang Street. How was it?”
"I heard from the servants that the restaurant on Sitang Street burned down and even smashed a scholar to death! Are you a human or a ghost?" Cai swallowed his saliva and said with an ugly expression.
At this moment, the sound of a bell rang from outside. A cold wind blew in all directions, instantly extinguishing the red candles in the house. The hazy moonlight sprinkled into the house.
Sun Wanqing covered her red lips tightly with her jade-like hands. Her phoenix eyes revealed a look of disbelief. In her eyes, Xu Xian, who was standing under the moonlight, had no shadow! How could a living person not have a shadow?
Xu Xian glanced at the frost-like moonlight on the ground, and his whole body suddenly became gloomy. A strange smile appeared on his drooping lips.
When Xu Xian raised his head, his face was pale. The temperature in the room instantly dropped to freezing point. His hoarse throat shook." Hehe, it seems that you have found out!"”
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