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Volume 1 In the World Chapter 27 Night Talk

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    Seeing that Yang Fengnian's eyes were sincere and clear, there was no intention of teasing or teasing.

    After Nie Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment, she finally stepped forward and accepted the poem.

    After taking a look, Nie Xiaoqian raised her eyes to look at Yang Fengnian, bit her lip, and said softly: "But I don't know, who is this Ning Caichen?"

    "Huh?Oh, Hong Kong people!"

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    After sending Nie Xiaoqian away, Yang Fengnian and Yan Chixia sat down facing the oil lamp on the table.

    "My dear brother, tell me, why don't we go out and check the territory tonight?" Yan Chixia thought for a while and said in a deep voice.  Then, he thought of the beautiful scene just now, and asked tentatively: "Brother Xian, you must have fallen in love with her, right? Why do you only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals?"

    Yang Fengnian held the tea, thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Forget it, there are too many people in the demon space tonight. The Sophora Tree Spirit must have strengthened its defense, and in two days, it will probably relax a little. But we  In action By the way, what did you just say?"

    "Well, what you said makes sense I heard that the Sophora japonica tree spirit will invite guests to visit his back garden tomorrow?" Yan Chixia nodded, looked at Yang Fengnian and said, "I mean, are you interested in that?"  Is she a ghost?"

    "Yes! When the time comes, we can take the opportunity to peek into the true appearance of this enchanting space!  There is no way it is possible!"

    "It turns out, dear brother, you have already had your mind on it. Fortunately, you are still here to worry about me. You really don't like her?"

    "No, I just wrote that poem casually!!"

    "That's good!~" Yan Chixia breathed a sigh of relief and said happily.

    Seeing Yang Fengnian shrugging and smiling, Yan Chixia smiled slightly, put her hand on Yang Fengnian's shoulder, and said seriously: "Not to mention that I don't have a good impression of ghosts, and if anything happens between you and that female ghost,  , the consequences will be very troublesome!"

    Yang Fengnian had no intention of having anything happen to Nie Xiaoqian. After all, people and ghosts have different paths and cannot force anything.

    He also knows this.

    However, hearing what Yan Chixia said, it seemed that there was something else hidden.  Yang Fengnian couldn't help but be curious. She leaned forward slightly and asked curiously: "Oh, why is this?"

    Yan Chixia smiled, stretched out her hand to brighten the oil lamp, and then looked at Yang Fengnian and said: "We cultivators have a special status. Monks who have entered the elixir-forming stage are basically a place where no one cares. Heaven is too lazy to care, and the underworld is too lazy to care.  I don¡¯t care about it, and I don¡¯t have anything to do with it in the world. However, there is one thing that is the natural enemy of our monks!"

    "What?" Yang Fengnian became interested, straightened up, and looked at Yan Chixia with interest.

    Yan Chixia raised her finger and pointed at the sky, whispering: "Heavenly calamity!"

    "The mistakes made by the monks are all recorded in the heavenly tribulations. At that time, the big and small tribulations will be the time of reckoning. So, although we monks are above all living beings, we still have to abide by our true intentions in our actions.  ,insurmountable!"

    Yan Chixia picked up the tea and took a sip, speaking earnestly to her sworn brother with a bright future.

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    The lights are dim and flickering.

    Nie Xiaoqian returned to her grandmother's house. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her grandmother arriving, sitting on the golden throne, with a half-smiling look on her face, looking at her coldly.

    Beside, the female ghost in the red dress had a bruised nose and swollen face, and she looked miserable.

    Seeing Nie Xiaoqian walking in, the female ghost in red became even more angry. She pointed at Nie Xiaoqian and complained: "Grandma, this bitch intends to collude with the guests and betray grandma!"

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The Sophora Tree Spirit, who was clad in gold and jade, sneered at the corner of his mouth after hearing this. He turned his head and squinted at Xiaoque.

    Just one glance made the crying little bird suddenly stop talking, and lowered his head in silence with a look of fear on his face.

    After looking away, the sophora tree spirit squinted at Nie Xiaoqian who walked in the door, and said gently: "Xiaoqian, why are you back just now!"

    Nie Xiaoqian glanced coldly at the little bird beside her grandmother. Then she bowed and said to the pagoda tree spirit: "Song Yuanzi didn't agree at first, but my daughter begged him for a while before agreeing! So it took some time!"

    Hearing this, the Sophora japonica tree spirit showed a cold look on his face and snorted: "Humph, you are just a piece of trash who has practiced for less than three hundred years, how shameless!"

    After Xiaoqian heard the sound, her delicate body trembled slightly.  He lowered his head and thought for a while, then said respectfully: "However, he heard from his daughter that it was Grandma who appreciated his literary talents, so he readily agreed!"

    Hearing this, the Sophora Tree Spirit didn¡¯t show any joy on his face, but squinted his eyes and stared at Nie Xiaoqian.

    The next moment, the Sophora Tree Spirit suddenly took action.

    Without any warning, just a slap in the faceon Xiaoqian's face.

    Nie Xiaoqian, who was knocked to the ground, quickly got up and knelt on the ground, not caring to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.  He lowered his head and begged for mercy: "Grandma, calm down!"

    The sophora tree spirit pressed his hands on the armrests, leaned forward, stared at Nie Xiaoqian condescendingly, and said coldly: "Xiaoqian, you have to remember that you will always be my person. Since you are my person, you should be with me."  You are of one mind. If next time I hear you say nice things for others, I will kill you without mercy! Do you hear me clearly?"

    Nie Xiaoqian was kneeling on the ground, her long hair disheveled, her expression still calm.  After hearing this, he nodded respectfully and said, "Xiaoqian understands!"

    ?? The Sophora japonica tree spirit hummed in a moderate tone, glanced at Nie Xiaoqian, stood up slowly, and walked towards the back hall.

    On the side, the female ghost in red stepped forward flatteringly, held the Sophora japonica tree spirit's arm, supported her grandmother, and walked toward the back hall.  Before leaving, he did not forget to turn his head and gloat about his misfortune.

    Wait until the hall is empty, cold and silent.

    In the huge hall, Nie Xiaoqian, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, slowly stood up.  He raised his bare hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

    Turning his head, he glanced towards the inner hall.  After a long time, she bit her lip, lowered her head, and walked towards her boudoir.

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    The next day, the sky was still gloomy.

    In the demonic space, the demonic aura soars into the sky, making it difficult to see the light of day.

    For more than ten years, it has been like a cloudy day.

    Early in the morning, Yan Chixia went for a walk, but she had not returned yet.

    In the room, Yang Fengnian was sitting cross-legged on the bed, making fingers, intending to guard the entrance, and was practicing.

    Yang Fengnian, who entered Taoism with Haoran Zhengqi Jue, has an advantage that others cannot match when it comes to choosing a place to practice.

    ¡°Whether it is in the human world, the demon world or other places, the awe-inspiring righteousness formula in the body can accommodate all things, and the cultivation will not be affected.

    Beside, an ancient sharp sword lay quietly on the package.

    The old scabbard is like a firefly in the night, flickering with a faint light, flickering on and off.

    And as the light flickers on and off, the cold air in the air is also absorbed into it.

    While Yang Fengnian was concentrating on practicing, a slight noise suddenly came from outside the room.  Yang Fengnian, who was in trance, opened his eyes.

    Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

    Yang Fengnian frowned, dispersed the breath from his body, held on to the bed, and jumped down.  Walk towards the door.

    "Who is it? It's so early in the morning!"

    Yang Fengnian muttered in his heart and reached out to open the door.

    Outside the door, a handsome and handsome man wearing a silk scarf and white hair was shaking his feather fan and chatting and laughing with the green-haired man beside him.

    After seeing the door open, the white-haired talented man closed the folding fan in his hand with a snap, tilted his head and looked at Yang Fengnian, raised his eyebrows and said: "You are that Song Yuanzi, who said that only in heaven can you hear it several times in this life.  Did you make it or buy it?"

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