Yang Xiao and Yan Chixia were busy exchanging their cultivation experiences and learning from each other. Ning Caichen was not destined to be a beautiful woman, but to him, it was already very satisfying to have such a monk's house to live in. He lit the oil lamp he carried with him and set up the scattered wooden planks on the ground. At least they were put together into a table. Then, he laid some hay on the bed and smiled with satisfaction."At least we don't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight!”
Sensing that someone had entered, a few ghosts who had died in vain attached themselves to their dead bodies in the night. They crawled up very slowly. Their bodies had been drained of all their vitality by the thousand-year-old tree demon. They were so dry that they were as rotten as a hundred-year-old man. Their movements were extremely slow, and some abnormal creaking sounds seemed very normal in such a strange Lanruo Temple.
However, Ning Caichen didn't notice that something was wrong. Not long after he laid down, he felt something sticky under his body. He sat up again and lit the oil lamp, but he found that there was a little water on the hay he had just laid. He wiped a little on his hand and put it under his nose to smell it. Immediately, a pungent stench hit his face.
"Why does this smell like the stench of corpses in the mortuary? However, there was clearly no one living in Lanruo Temple, so how could it emit the stench of a corpse?”The stench was so pungent that Ning Caichen frowned. The sleepiness he had just felt was washed away by the stench. He simply got up and walked out of the room.
He didn't disturb Yang Xiao and Yan Chixia who were chatting happily. He went downstairs and saw the quiet scenery of the backyard. He walked and looked, and he couldn't help but be entranced. At this moment, he heard an elegant zither sound from behind him. The music rose and fell, as if someone was playing and singing. He raised his head and looked around. He was still standing alone in the courtyard, and only the faint sound of the zither came from the depths of Lanruo Temple.
"From the sound of the zither, the person who played the zither must have worked hard on this path. His skills are extraordinary and extraordinary.”Attracted by the sound of the zither, Ning Caichen's thoughts turned and he unconsciously walked towards the source of the music. After passing through a dense forest, a small pavilion in the middle of the lake appeared in front of him.
The gazebo had an ancient feel to it. There was a pontoon bridge leading to the shore, and there were two stone lions on both sides. It looked mighty, but in this desolate night, it seemed much more lonely. The sound of the zither came from the gazebo in the middle of the lake, adding to the sadness.
Ning Caichen stood on the shore for a while, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He walked up to her, and the song that came along with the wind sounded like a girl's voice. He wanted to meet the hermit who was playing the zither late at night, but he was afraid of offending the beauty. Just as he was hesitating, the woman in the pavilion seemed to have discovered something. She stopped playing and asked,"Who is outside?"
The voice was gentle and gentle, like the spring breeze in February. Ning Caichen opened his eyes, which were intoxicated by the music, and looked along the pontoon bridge. It was indeed an extremely beautiful girl practicing the zither in the pavilion at the center of the lake. He hurriedly walked onto the pontoon bridge, cupped his hands, and said,"I don't have any ill intentions. I only came here because I heard you playing the zither.”
The woman lowered her head and was shocked when she saw a living person entering the pavilion. Then, she pursed her lips and revealed a pure and flawless smile like a little girl. She placed her hands on the ancient zither and was about to continue playing.
Ning Caichen was originally a person who liked music. Moreover, in front of a beauty, even a blockhead would show considerable interest in music.
Ning Caichen was delighted to see that the woman was not disgusted by his arrival. He took a few steps towards the pavilion and said,""Ning Caichen, may I ask your name?”
"Xiaoqian." The woman said sweetly," Young Master, please come into the pavilion to talk.”
"Since Young Lady has invited me, I dare not disobey.”Ning Caichen walked into the gazebo and was about to take a few steps forward. However, at this moment, a red light suddenly burst out from his body, bringing with it a scorching aura.
Xiao Qian's hand slipped, and one of the strings on the zither instantly broke. As if she had suffered a great shock, she hurriedly covered her face.
Ning Caichen was originally a very upright scholar. He had the Righteousness Qi in his body. In addition, he had traveled with Yang Xiao and consumed a thousand years of Solomon's seal. His Essence Qi had increased greatly. He was contaminated with Yang Xiao's Pure Yang Zhen Yuan aura. Although he was not as strong as ghosts and gods, he was not easily approached by ordinary ghost cultivators.
Although Xiao Qian was favored by the thousand-year-old tree demon and had obtained the ghost cultivation technique, her cultivation was not comparable to ordinary ghosts. However, how could she withstand the impact of Yang Xiao's pure Yang aura that had been cultivated for thousands of years?
Fortunately, Ning Caichen was only contaminated with a little pure Yang aura and did not have any offensive power. However, this sudden situation was enough to surprise Ning Caichen, so he did not understand the situation at all. He did not know what had happened. However, he noticed that although Xiao Qian was as beautiful as a fairy from another lifetime, her face was a little pale and her expression was not very good. He immediately asked with concern,"Miss, what's wrong? Did you get hurt by the zither strings?"
Xiao Qian's eyes moved. Seeing that Ning Caichen did not seem to suspect her identity, she immediately thought of a plan. Then, she gently let go of the veil in her hand. The white veil immediately fluttered with the night wind, like a white cloud decorating the night sky.
" Aiya, my Sha!" Xiao Qian cried out in surprise. She half-covered her face and looked pitiful. It made one's heart flutter and one would feel pity for her.
Although Ning Caichen was just a weak scholar, since he was able to help people collect debts, he was more or less responsible in addition to his livelihood. Seeing this situation, he quickly stood up.
"Don't worry, I'll pick it up for you.”Ning Caichen then walked towards the lakeside.
Xiao Qian's beautiful eyes moved, and she looked at Ning Caichen indifferently. She secretly made a hand seal, and Ning Caichen only felt that his feet slipped. He had already stepped on the air and fell directly into the lake.
"Aiya, Young Master, how are you?”Xiao Qian asked in a tender voice. There was an indescribable tenderness in her voice, and it had a great charm that could melt people.
Although Ning Caichen could swim, he felt cold all over after soaking in the cold lake in the middle of the night. He looked around, but there was mist and frost everywhere, but there was no trace of the veil.
"Young Master, the night is cold. If you can't find it, forget it.”Xiao Qian spoke in a delicate voice. As she spoke, an indescribable charm seeped out of her, making her already incomparably beautiful woman even more alluring.
"Alright then." After all, Ning Caichen was just an ordinary person. How could he withstand such confusion? He immediately responded and returned to the lake.
In the middle of the pavilion, Xiao Qian gently revealed half of her fair and tender calf and a delicate and delicate foot. She bent down and stretched out her half-naked arm.
With the help of the beauty, Ning Caichen quickly climbed back to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He panted heavily and said with lingering fear,"Why is the lake so deep?"
In his confused state, he did not consider how there could be such a clear lake in such a gloomy forest.
After all, he was an honest man. Even in this state, he did not forget about Xiao Qian's white veil. After a short rest, he said,"This lake is really deep and cold, but don't worry, I'll get it for you tomorrow morning.”
"Young Master." Xiao Qian did not want the white veil in the lake. She wanted Ning Caichen. She took advantage of the situation and threw herself into Ning Caichen's arms. She knew her charm very well and was confident that no man in the world could resist such temptation.
Unexpectedly, she met an anomaly.
Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes hard. When he saw Xiao Qian leaning against him, he quickly reached out to push her away. However, when he touched Miss Xiaoqian, he could not help but shrink back. He asked in confusion,"Miss, are you sick? Why are your hands colder than mine?”
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