"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, save Chunlan quickly!"

Before dawn, Xiao Ye had already gotten up and was standing in the house. Suddenly, crying came from outside.

"Um?"

He immediately took the effort and opened the door.

Xia He rushed in like a whirlwind, his face full of panic.

"Miss Xia He, what happened?"

Xiao Ye didn't understand.

Xia He cried and said, "I and Chunlan followed Jiang Fang, but they unexpectedly followed Su Hou Temple all the way. Su Jun showed his true form and wanted to get the two concubines and sisters. The concubines were not his opponents, so Chunlan was captured and sent her to Xiao Lang for help..."

Xiao Ye understood that since this world has spiritual energy, it is not surprising that there are gods. Chunlan, Xia He and others can collide with gods, which can be considered a grand prize, making him unaware of what it is. It is just that people are imprisoned to help him. He cannot sit idly by and watch out for reason.

"I am a mortal, how can I rescue Miss Chunlan from the gods?"

Xiao Ye asked.

Xia He said anxiously: "Su Jun's temple was destroyed a hundred years ago. He could not stand the incense and his divine power was greatly reduced. Xiao Lang had literary spirit. I have a secret method to take you into his barrier and recite poems with literary spirit. You can show the scenes depicted in the poem in his barrier. The better the poem is, the stronger the attack power. I see that Xiao Lang's literary spirit is comparable to a scholar, so Su Jun will definitely not be the opponent, so I came to ask Xiao Lang for help."

"Oh? There's something like this?"

Xiao Ye was not afraid at all. He was a person who was good at capturing opportunities in his previous life. Otherwise, he would not have been able to take advantage of the folk customs and become prosperous. Now he has the opportunity to explore the uses of literary qi. Of course, he has to try it. A weak god like Su Jun who has not received incense for a century is obviously the best tester. For a moment, he was ready to move.

"Xiao Lang, go quickly!"

When Xia He saw Xiao Ye's intention move, he held him and walked out.

It was not yet dawn, and most of the students in the inn had not yet got up, and only the elderly who were on duty were sitting by the gate with their pine sleepy eyes.

"Go out?"

The old man asked casually.

"Go out and do something!"

Xiao Ye nodded, opened the door and left the inn.

There was no one on the deserted street. Suddenly, Xiao Ye realized a problem. The old man didn't seem to notice that there was a beautiful woman beside him. Did he get used to this kind of thing, or did he not see it at all?

"Miss Xia He, can't others see you?"

Xiao Ye couldn't help asking.

Xia He casually said, "Xiao Lang refers to the old antique. If I don't want him to see it, he won't see it."

"Then are you... human or ghost?"

While Xiao Ye asked this, he couldn't help but touch Xia He's little hand.

Um!

Slim and warm with silky warmth.

Suddenly, Xia He blushed and said angrily: "I am neither a human nor a ghost, nor a fairy. Of course, I can't be considered a god. In short, I don't know how to explain to you. Xiao Lang is not allowed to have another next time, otherwise I will pester you and have to marry you. Okay, let's leave quickly, it's too late."

Lying on grass!

If you touch a little hand, you have to marry yourself?

What's the reason for this?

Xiao Ye looked at Xia He and couldn't help pinching his warm and soft little hand.

"I thought you were a gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be a disciple. I really thought I didn't dare to bother you?"

Xia He's pink face turned red in an instant and glared at him with a fierce look.

Xiao Ye was not annoyed. In his eyes, Xia He was just a little girl, even though her actual age was no longer proof, so he smiled and said, "Miss Xia He, it seems that I will not suffer any loss when you are obsessed with me."

"What if I became like this when I was in the wedding chamber with Xiao Lang?"

Xia He smiled strangely, and his pretty face, which was like a flower, suddenly became ferocious. Two white fangs grew from the corners of his mouth, his lips became bloody, his eyes turned bloody, and his face turned gray like a dead person.

Xiao Ye was shocked and wanted to let go of Xia He's hand.

"whee!"

Xia He smiled: "I'm scared you, how could I look like this? It just depends on whether you dare to have bad thoughts again?"

Then he held Xiao Ye's hand tightly and a strange force came from him. It was not true qi, but could blend with the true qi.

From the heart, Xiao Yezhen was shocked. This was a living Stories from a Chinese Studio, so he instinctively activated his true energy to resist.

"Huh? Xiao Lang is actually a Taoist sect?"

Xia He said in surprise and said, "Don't reject it, I just want to take you faster!"

Although Xia He showed a ferocious side, Xiao Ye didn't think it would harm him. He slowly withdrew his resistance. The force entered the meridians and gathered towards the Yongquan point on the sole of his feet. A surge of elasticity arose, and both legs became lighter and immediately took big steps.

Along the way, Xiao Ye was secretly experiencing the route of doing good deeds. This method is good to use for rushing the road.

Although he has true energy, he cannot use it. This is obviously a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Xia He glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, and a faint smile appeared.

Soon, Xia He brought Xiao Ye to Su Hou Temple.

The ancestral hall is located at the junction of Yangzhou Prefecture and Yizheng County. It was originally a pattern of embracing mountains and rivers, with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, but the entire area actually gave him a feeling of desolation and dilapidation. There were weeds around, piles of wild trees, and no farmland was seen.

Xia He said from the side: "This place was originally a treasure land where wind and water gathered. After Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Jian, re-envisioned the folk gods, he designated Su Hou Temple as a lewd temple and invited Taoist real people to destroy the local Feng Shui pattern. So Xiao Lang saw this. Let's go in quickly."

"Um!"

Xiao Ye nodded and walked into the ancestral hall with Xia He.

The sky was not yet bright, and the ancestral hall was extremely dark. The statue whose head was cut off was half-sloping, and the ground was covered with feces and beasts. Xiao Ye stared at the statue, but did not see any name, and could not help but turn his head to look at Xia He.

Xia He said: "Please calm down and concentrate, and do not activate the true qi!"

As he said that, he held Xiao Ye's hand again.

Xiao Ye did as he said, and felt a flash of eyes and a faint dizziness in his mind. He turned to look at him and was already in a strange space.

It is about a radius of hundreds of feet, and there is a three-in-one temple in the middle. No, it should be called a courtyard, but it still retains the traces of the temple, just like the originally magnificent hall has been reduced to a certain proportion.

It was the first time that Xiao Yeshang saw such a strange scene, but he looked at it with interest.

"Chunlan, Chunlan, where are you?"

Xia He shouted loudly.

"Xia He..."

As soon as the sound came out of the hall, it was covered by a burst of thunderous laughter.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to come back, huh? I brought a scholar in? Could it be that you think a mere scholar can endure this god?"

Accompanied by laughter, a golden-armored god man stepped out of the hall and looked at Xiao Ye. In an instant, his eyes flashed slightly and he murmured: "Dragon seed?"

"He is Su Jun, Xiao Lang is careful!"

Xia He reminded him from the side.
Chapter completed!