It didn't take long for An Yang to take out another bottle of Wuliangye, throw it to Yan Chixia, and drink it with him.

Not to mention other aspects, the modern wine-making process is definitely far beyond the ancient, especially the distilled liquor, not only the color is clear and transparent, I don't know how many times better than the ancient turbid wine, the degree is also very high, the fragrance is even richer, and it is not the so-called "water wine" can be compared at all.

Yan Chixia is a standard drunkard, if he can bear the temptation of food, wine is completely his nemesis, and he drank it with wine.

More than 50 degrees of liquor, even with Yan Chixia's amount of alcohol, is a little uncontrollable, as people get slightly drunk, the relationship with Anyang quickly became closer, and Anyang did not dare to let him drink more, for fear that he would not wake up in a sudden crisis at night.

An Yang pretended to be unintentional and asked, "Brother Yan, how long have you been in Lanruo Temple?" ”

Yan Chixia didn't doubt that there was him, thought about it, and said: "It's been fourteen days, and tomorrow will be half a month, I don't know if Xiahou's madman has chased him." ”

An Yang's eyes froze, tomorrow will be half a month, which also means that Ning Caichen will come here tomorrow, and at the same time, the Xiahou that Yan Chixia said will also come.

Yan Chixia burped and said, "Anyang, what kind of wine is this, it's better than the tribute wine I secretly drank when I was doing things for the imperial court!" ”

Anyang said: "Home-brewed, if Brother Yan likes it, I'll pull a car for you when I get home!" ”

Yan Chixia smiled and said, "Okay! Hahahaha, in fact, I won't tell you, I have an agreement with the monsters here, I can only kill bad people, if I kill a good person, I will get rid of them, I see that you look dignified, you must not be a bad person, as long as you can withstand the temptation, the monster will not dare to kill you! ”

An Yang pursed his lips, thinking that your warning didn't seem to have worked, and the thousand-year-old dryad at the critical moment was also ruthless, and he still had to eat people.

At night, he took his package and went upstairs up the rotten staircase next to it.

Soon he will see a ghost for the first time in his life, he is really a little apprehensive in his heart, Nie Xiaoqian thinks it is extremely beautiful, I don't know who is more beautiful than in the movie!

Pushing open the door, he raised the oil lamp in his hand, but he held his mobile phone as a mirror.

Sure enough, through the screen of the mobile phone, he saw a white shadow flashing behind him, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a pale but beautiful face like a fairy, looking at him calmly, his scattered hair was blown by the wind to cover his face, and there was a kind of poignancy that made people can't help but want to take care of her.

"Shen Yun is somewhat similar to Wang Zuxian's performance, but it is obviously more beautiful, perhaps the difference is that she is a real female ghost, and Wang Zuxian is a person."

"No wonder there are still so many people in this wilderness who are willing to do anything for her until they are sucked dry by the dryad."

The white shadow departed lightly, and the door closed silently.

An Yang's heart was a little uneasy, banging, but he didn't see anything, hung the bought painting in the house, found a mat in the corner of the wall, spread it on the ground, and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing such a poignant Nie Xiaoqian, he was not so scared in his heart, and gradually calmed down, but he kept his eyes open and didn't dare to fall asleep.

……

Towards midnight, a gust of wind blew, and the door of his room suddenly opened, and outside the door was the scene of another room, brightly lit, smoky, candlelight, light veil, and in a huge wooden barrel sat a very beautiful woman, who was gently scooping water with a melon and washing her white and tender arms.

The skin is as white as snow, the skin is like clotted fat, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, the beautiful eyes are clever and longing, and the expression is pitiful, and she is really a peerless beauty.

An Yang glanced at it, only to see that the bucket was covered with red rose petals, blocking the looming peak, he was stunned, got up and walked out the door.

Nie Xiaoqian covered her eyebrows lightly and looked at him shyly, but with a posture of seducing all beings.

An Yang didn't squint, walked to the door and stopped, gently closed the door, and closed his eyes again as if he didn't see it.

Nie Xiaoqian looked stunned, and then waved her hand, the candlelight of the wooden barrel in front of her disappeared one after another, and a white dress flew from afar, wrapping her perfect body.

Not long after An Yang closed his eyes, there was a gentle knock on the door, he opened his eyes, and said calmly, "The door is not locked." ”

The door creaked open, and a woman dressed in white walked in, her eyebrows were full of pity, just like Ning Caichen in the movie, as soon as she came in, she pounced on An Yang and said, "Childe, I'm so scared!" ”

An Yang only felt that the body was soft and light, the lines on the woman's body were exquisitely undulating, and he could smell a faint fragrance, he took a deep breath, tried to calm his mood, and said lightly: "Don't worry, girl, what are you afraid of?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian raised her head and looked at him pitifully: "Childe, in this wilderness, I don't dare to sleep alone." ”

An Yang gently pushed her away and said, "Since the girl knows that it is a wilderness, why do you need to come here?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, her eyebrows rolled, and her expression suddenly became sad: "Ah! My father and I passed by here, but met the gangsters, my father and mother were all killed by the gangsters, only I escaped under the desperate cover of my father, and escaped into this broken temple at night, but I heard the sound of wolves howling here, gusts of wind and doors and windows, and my heart was even more afraid! ”

When she said these words, she was sincere, and her face was full of sadness that she couldn't pretend, if it weren't for Anyang, she would have already known the plot, and she would have to believe her words.

It's true that Nie Xiaoqian and her father and mother passed by here, and it's also true that they met bad people, but she was the first to be killed, her father and mother never desperately protected her to escape, and she never escaped into the broken temple, his father and mother just buried her ashes under the ancient tree, and now she is just a lonely ghost controlled by a thousand-year-old tree demon.

Thinking of this, An Yang sighed and said, "Girl, I see that the outside of this Lanruo Temple is full of wilderness and thorn forests, and it is not easy for you to get here through the woods!" ”

Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly looked up at him, her eyes seemed to be emitting a little tears, and she said coquettishly: "Yes, son, you have to pity others tonight." ”

An Yang glanced down and continued: "But why is the girl dressed neatly and neatly, even the white Landing Stream Immortals are spotless? ”

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, and her expression suddenly sank!

This scholar is so witty!

Anyway, grandma is at a critical moment recently, and she must absorb people's yang qi essence and blood, in order to complete the task, even if this person is not fooled, she must hand him over to grandma, just don't do it, just don't care about that Taoist priest!

She turned to An Yang and poked her head out, lightly opened her lips, and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, but saw An Yang turn her head as if she had expected it, avoided her charm, took down a painting hanging on the wall, folded it and handed it to her.

"Girl, since you are lonely and lonely, then I will give you a painting, I hope it can be with you to spend this night together, and when it dawns tomorrow, please leave here as soon as possible, everyone has their own home, Lanruo Temple is not a place to stay for a long time."

When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, her eyes were gloomy, and her heart was full of bitterness for some reason.

"Oh, everyone has their own destiny......"

Her golden pagoda was controlled by the Millennium Dryad, and she didn't know where she was going, she wanted to be reincarnated, but the Millennium Dryad didn't give her this chance at all.

As soon as she opened the painting, she was stunned and hurriedly closed it again!

"Childe, this painting ...... Where did you get this painting? ”

Anyang said: "When passing by Guobei County during the day today, I saw someone selling paintings on the side of the road, I saw that the woman in this painting was as beautiful as a fairy, but she was reduced to being sold by a copper stinky hawker on the street, it was a humiliation, so I spent all my savings to buy it back, I thought it was related to me, but I didn't expect to see the girl at this moment and suddenly realized, this painting was bought for the girl." ”

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, looked at Anyang with a little more unbearable eyes, put away the painting, remembered her grandmother's explanation, gritted her teeth again, and said: "Childe, the ancients often said that the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, today you and I have a fate, and Childe sent a painting to the little woman, the little woman liked it very much, but she couldn't repay it, so she had to promise herself, and I hope that the son will not dislike it, and don't let down this short night." ”

As she spoke, she threw herself into An Yang's arms with a flattering face, uncovered her clothes, picked up An Yang's hand and put it into her chest, and the light yarn on her lower body hung down, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and tight legs, which were dazzlingly white.

An Yang's heart trembled, his palms were full of slippery and full, he looked down, but only saw a piece of snow-white skin, and quickly took his hand back.

"Girl, please don't be like this, although Xiaosheng has no family, but he is by no means Meng Lang's person, if the girl is lonely, Xiaosheng can play the flute and tell stories to the girl, but please also ask the girl to respect herself."

Although Nie Xiaoqian is delicate, soft and pitiful, it really makes people feel pity, but he knows that if he really has an idea about Nie Xiaoqian, without waiting for the moment of kissing Fang Ze, the thousand-year-old tree demon will suck himself into a dry corpse, and Yan Chixia may not be able to save himself when she comes.

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, and saw the painting in front of her again in a trance, she used to be a lady of all people, she had not fallen into such a field, and it was impossible to seduce men night and night, and she couldn't help but feel even lower for a while, she slowly stood up from An Yang, and was ready to be scolded by her grandmother, picked up the painting on the ground, and walked barefoot to the door.

"Since that's the case, then I'll step back, Childe is right, this Lanruo Temple is not a place to stay for a long time, tomorrow at dawn, please leave here quickly."

Seeing that she was leaving, An Yang hurriedly grabbed her: "Wait...... I don't know your name yet. ”

Nie Xiaoqian turned around, and her voice was soft and pleasant: "Childe, my name is Nie Xiaoqian." ”

Anyang said: "My name is Anyang. ”

Nie Xiaoqian pushed open the door, pressed her hands on the door, and turned around and said, "Prince Anyang, don't leave it today, see you again, but ...... I hope we never see each other again. ”

Hearing this, An Yang knew that his impression in Nie Xiaoqian's heart was already good, but he would be here tomorrow night, and the intimacy had not been brushed enough, so he could guarantee stability today, but he might not be able to guarantee tomorrow.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Wait......"

Nie Xiaoqian turned around again: "Prince Anyang, is there anything else?" ”

An Yang took out a bamboo flute from his baggage and said, "Since Miss Xiaoqian is lonely, why don't you let me play a flute for you?" ”

Nie Xiaoqian chuckled, her face pale, and nodded, "It's okay." ”

An Yang immediately raised the flute and began to play, it was the original version of the theme song of A Chinese Ghost Story by Leslie Zhao and Wang Zuxian, and the name was A Chinese Ghost Story.

At the end of the song, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes fluttered and said, "This song is very good, but the flute sound is too light, and it should feel better to blow it out with the hole flute." ”

An Yang's eyes lit up, and he said: "Miss Xiaoqian still understands music, great, I don't know if the girl has a hole flute, you can bring it over tomorrow night, let me play another song for you." ”

Nie Xiaoqian's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly said, "No need, Childe should leave as soon as possible tomorrow." ”

An Yang pretended to be a little lost, and said: "That's it, but I will have a lot of stories, I can spend this long night with Miss Xiaoqian, I wonder if Miss Xiaoqian is interested?" ”

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Xiao Qian got it." Nie Xiaoqian shook her head and walked straight out of the door.

An Yang stretched out his hand to keep it, but he didn't take it back until the door closed, and a smile hooked up on the corner of his mouth.

Nie Xiaoqian is already kind and weak, and being forced to act as a tiger over the years has made her heart fragile, and she will be easily moved.

He knew that he had successfully left a shadow in Nie Xiaoqian's heart, at least when he faced Nie Xiaoqian again, he didn't have to worry about being harmed by her.