Weeds, desolate graves.

The slightly blowing yin wind carried a penetrating chill, and with the surrounding scenes, it made the scalp a little numb.

Holding the Qinghong Sword from Xiahou Swordsman in his hand, Wei Ziqing slowly walked in this barren grass and wild tomb, his face was as usual.

And Yan Chixia continue to stay in Lanruo Temple? Then it's better to come out and see, if you can meet a female ghost, by the way, a demon removal road is really real!

"It seems that this Yan Chixia's movements in this Lanruo Temple during this period of time are a bit big, otherwise, if it is ordinary, like a powerless scholar like herself, walking here, she has already encountered a female ghost!"

After looking for about an hour in this barren forest, he still didn't see any female ghosts, shook his head helplessly, and just wanted to turn around and go back to Lanruo Temple, but his footsteps stopped.

Ding-ding-dong......

It was the sound of the piano, like a ghostly resentment, like a bitter sorrow, like a woman crying in a low voice, telling her misfortune.

The sound of the piano is in the ears, Rao is Wei Ziqing does not understand the rhythm, but at this moment, he can still perceive the bitterness and sadness in this rhythm!

"In the middle of the night, in the wilderness graveyard, the sound of this piano is really ......" The corners of Wei Ziqing's mouth curled up slightly, and a smile was raised.

Seducing a man?

It doesn't look like that!

In the wilderness, this piano sound is at least a long distance away from himself, if it is not for his own martial arts, this piano sound is inaudible, let alone ordinary people!

"Quite an elegant female ghost!" With a chuckle, Wei Ziqing turned around and walked in the direction of the sound of the qin, and in less than a moment, he had already seen a small pavilion in the middle of a lake.

Lake, not big.

Under the night, with a hazy beauty.

However, on the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a woman in white was caressing the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano was stroked out of the woman's hand.

When he saw this woman, Wei Ziqing frowned slightly.

This woman is terrifying? No, on the contrary, this woman is beautiful!

is different from the beauty of the little dragon girl who is cold and does not eat fireworks, this woman is more like a classical beauty in the south of the Yangtze River.

However, what really made Wei Ziqing slightly flutter was the woman's weak demeanor, especially the sadness and sadness between her eyes, but people couldn't help but feel pity!

"Nie Xiaoqian?" Looking at this woman, Wei Ziqing murmured in his heart, he remembered that in the original book, there was only Nie Xiaoqian who liked to come to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and Ning Caichen seemed to be here, and he officially met her!

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing slowly walked towards the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Syllable......

The long qin, which was originally being caressed by this woman, suddenly heard a crisp sound, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, but the strings were suddenly broken.

The woman stretched out her hand and pressed the strings that were still vibrating slightly, and slowly raised her head to look at Wei Ziqing who was slowly coming towards her, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

However, this stunned quickly disappeared, and then he regained his calm, pulled the strings, and slowly pinned them, directly ignoring Wei Ziqing.

Looking at this woman like this, Wei Ziqing said lightly with a smile on her face: "In the middle of the night, the girl is playing the piano here alone, it seems that the girl has a lot of heart!" ”

Hearing this, the woman finally slowly raised her head and looked at Wei Ziqing, exhaling like a blue and said, "Isn't the son too?" In the middle of the night, this Yaxing is not small, but the son has not heard that this Lanruo Temple is haunted? ”

The woman had a faint smile on her face, but it was more of a joke, as if she wanted to see this Wei Ziqing hear this, what would be her reaction?

Forehead!

Wei Ziqing was slightly stunned, haunted? A female ghost, but told herself, this Lanruo Temple is haunted, but it is quite incredible, is this to let herself get out of here quickly?

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing smiled, but did not speak.

He was already very sure in his heart that this woman was Nie Xiaoqian, and she was the only one who would be so kind-hearted, a ghost, but she didn't want to hurt people, even if she hurt people, it was not her intention!

"Girl, you play the piano well, why don't you continue?" Wei Ziqing smiled, but walked directly to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and Nie Xiaoqian sat down not far in front of him, leaning directly on the railing.

Sitting there, smelling the faint fragrance on Nie Xiaoqian's body, he closed his eyes slightly.

"You ......" Nie Xiaoqian's face was full of stunned looks, logically speaking, she said that she was a female ghost, shouldn't this scholarly son run away?

Why did you sit down here?

Isn't this okay, and he still closes his eyes, is this to play the piano to him himself?

It's just that, soon, the stunned in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by calm, he likes to sit, so sit down!

If he is like the previous group of men, who will do something with him in less than a moment and a half, then he will also give him to grandma!

Thinking of this, Nie Xiaoqian continued to stroke the piano, but this time, in the sound of the piano, it was not the desolate and resentful meaning, but a little more fascination and temptation!

"This Nie Xiaoqian ......"

Feeling the temptation in Nie Xiaoqian's qin's voice, Wei Ziqing's eyes did not open, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, unlike Wei Ziqing's calmness, the shock in Nie Xiaoqian's heart was greater, you must know that usually as long as that group of scholars sees her, she already has the intention of dominating her, but now this scholar is not only.

On the contrary, the courtship in the sound of her piano is so heavy, and she can still ignore it to the point of ignorance, how can this not shock her?

"It seems that this scholar is still a good person!" Thinking of this, a trace of grief appeared in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes.

Good? Are there any good people in these years?

?? He was originally an official eunuch's house, but he was helplessly killed by bandits outside, died in a foreign land, and became a lonely ghost. And after her death, she was controlled by the tree spirit grandmother, and she had to seduce the man for her, absorb Yuanyang, and she couldn't help herself.

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became bitter, and the sound of the piano also became desolate and sad.

Wei Ziqing's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, looked at Nie Xiaoqian, who lowered her head and stroked the qin, and sighed softly.

Demon slayer? Subduing demons?

What kind of demon is it removed?

What kind of demon is it?

Could it be a ghost like Nie Xiaoqian?

Grandma Tree Spirit is indeed evil, but what about this Nie Xiaoqian? And what about the group of female ghosts who are controlled?

They are kind by nature, but they have to do that kind of hurtful thing, is it really their fault that all this is true?

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing stood up quietly, looked at Nie Xiaoqian deeply, and then walked away with a little footsteps.

He wants to get rid of the tree spirit grandma, but now, he still needs to discuss this matter with Yan Chixia!

After the song, the pain in Nie Xiaoqian's heart seemed to be vented with the sound of the piano, raised her head, and just wanted to look at the scholar sitting on the side, but this time, it was a flurry, and there was already no one there.

"Are you gone?" His eyes were slightly distracted, he was a ghost, when this scholar left, but he didn't know, it seemed that he was indeed a little distracted just now.

Thinking of this, Nie Xiaoqing sighed slightly: "It's okay to go, hurry up and leave this place, don't lose your life in vain!" ”

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