After Yan Chixia returned to the room, she couldn't calm down. She thought about it. He put on the sword box on his back, pushed the door out, and walked deep into the woods, intending to go out to see what the old demon was going to do to harm others.

At this time, the night was deep, and suddenly, the sound of piano came from the lake in the distance. The sound of piano was ethereal and close, and it always brought up thoughts that made people want to explore the truth.

Ning Caichen was preparing to copy the account book ink, but was attracted by the sound of the piano and left after searching for the sound.

Xin Han sighed lightly. The silly boy Yanfu was quite lucky. He took out a scroll from his side, opened it and spread it on the table. With the light of the candle, people can see clearly that it was the picture of the beautiful woman washing her hair.

Thinking of the poem in the original work, Xin Han suddenly became interested. He took out his pen and ink and wrote directly in the blank space of the scroll: "Ten miles of flat lake..."

Wanwan saw the young master pick up his pen and write, so she came over to watch it. As a result, Xin Han wrote four words, and the little witch began to curl her lips. Not only did the words look ugly, but they even wrote them incorrectly.

Xin Han also felt something was wrong, so he actually picked up the pen and wrote it in simplified Chinese. In his opinion, although this word is not good, it is not ugly.

He asked Wanwan, "What are you talking about? Is it ugly?"

The little witch nodded and said without hesitation: "Why is that ugly? That's quite ugly!"

Xin Han was angry. Under Wanwan's surprised eyes, he drew a big black fork on the scroll where he wrote, and then handed over the pen: "I said you write, see how much better you write than me!"

Wanwan looked at the beautiful woman's hair on the scroll, the scene was terrifying beside the beauty, the abrupt and beautiful woman's big fork was speechless. When Xin Han invited her to write, she took the pen with great confidence: "Please tell me, please tell me!"

As Xin Han recited, Wanwan's pens were like dragons and snakes, and in the blank space of the painting, she wrote beautiful handwriting: "The lake is flat and the sky is filled with frost, and the green silk is sad in the past. She looks at each other in a single moon shape, and only drowns are not immortals."

"Young master, how did I write it?" Wanwan asked with a smile on her eyes.

Xin Han looked at Wanwan's handwriting carefully and felt that the handwriting was as sharp as the dragon's smoke and dew, and it was hard to penetrate the paper wall, making it look very touching. This girl really wrote good handwriting.

"Yeah, it seems that I have been reading for a few years!" Xin Han kept silent about the quality of the characters, and changed it to another topic: "Wanwan, do you think the woman in this painting is beautiful?"

Wanwan looked at the beauty who was washing her hair on the painting. Her intuitive eyebrows were as dark as the distance, her bright eyes and white teeth were also the beauty of the country. She nodded: "It looks good, what do you think?"

Xin Han smiled and said, "If you want me to tell me, you can't compare to you when you look at the painting. If you are the person in the painting, you should be comparable to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a few knocks came from the door.

Wanwan turned her head suddenly, with murderous intent and vigilance in her eyes. She didn't even feel when someone had arrived in front of the door, which means that the person who came was at least far from her martial arts.

Xin Han patted her arm: "And, it's not someone who comes, I'll go and have a look!"

He restrained his true energy of qi, blood and blood, made himself even more ordinary than ordinary people, and went forward to open the door.

I saw a beautiful woman standing in front of the door, holding the door, posing in a tactful manner, and seducing manner: "Is this young man lonely? Is it lonely? How about let Xiaoqing accompany you?"

As she said that, she was about to lean towards Xin Han.

Sharply Xin Hanyi grabbed her bun and dragged her in like a dead dog. Amid the woman's scream, she pointed at Wanwan and said to the woman knocking on the door:

"Are you blind? Am I a person? You still have to accompany me. Do you think you are better than her? If you want to seduce me, go and change to someone more beautiful. You look like a vegetable seller and come out to seduce people. It's such a joke!"

Seeing Wanwan's appearance, the woman immediately knew that she had come in vain today and said coquettishly: "Young Master, you are so cruel!"

Xin Han was too lazy to mess with her, so he grabbed his head and kicked the woman out of her belly and scolded her: "If you knock on the door, it will disturb me, and you will ruin your appearance!"

Originally, Xin Han wanted to see Xiaoqian, and was waiting to try to take a selfie and take a photo. But you got Xiaoqing, isn’t this a problem?

Xiao Qing was also a powerful ghost in the temple. She was controlled by her grandmother. How could she be content with this insult? However, her grandmother once told her that she could only attack the tempted person. She did not dare to disobey her grandmother's words, and could only suppress her anger and not do anything.

But when Xin Han kicked out of the door just now, his eyes swept to the table and placed a scroll. She knew the person on the painting, and his eyes turned and he floated away.

"Young Master seems very disappointed! Isn't the one who comes here who is going to wait for?"

Wanwan had long been accustomed to Xin Han in the Tang Dynasty. She thought that even Shi Feixuan was not used to it, and she had kidnapped a beauty like Shi Qingxuan, so she was not surprised by the average woman.

Xin Han shook his head: "I said that it's not a human being, it should be said that it's not the ghost I'm waiting for! There should be nothing wrong tonight, go to bed!"

After saying that, he sat cross-legged and released the Yin God to practice the method of refining the gods. Surprisingly, the spiritual energy in this world is far away from the world of the zombie Taoist Priest, and he practiced several times more often than usual.

Wanwan saw that he was practicing martial arts but did not dare to sleep well. She just leaned on the cushion and took a nap with her eyes closed. As long as there was a turbulence, she could react at the first time.

It was a safe night. The next morning, there were footsteps sounds. Xin Han opened his eyes. When the person was still smashing the door, the door automatically opened.

Yan Chixia raised her fist in front of the door and wanted to smash the door. When she saw Xin Han sitting cross-legged on the cushion and looking at him, she immediately laughed: "Brother Xin, I have something to talk to you this time!"

"Have you figured it out?" Xin Han was a little surprised. With Yan Chixia's decisiveness, could she figure out how to exchange sword-controlling techniques so quickly?

Yan Chixia smiled embarrassedly: "I have to think about that matter again, it is something else!"

"A waste of expression, Wanwan sees off the guests!" After he said that, Wanwan had already walked over and reached out to signal, "Sir Yan, please!"

Yan Chixia blew her beard and glared: "Brother Xin, is it true that we can't make a business? Besides, I didn't say I didn't agree. Can you let me finish my words?"

Xin Han waved his hand and asked Wanwan to step back: "Tell me, I see what you can do!"

Yan Chixia came over without thinking it was dirty and sat on the ground and looked at Xin Han happily without saying anything.

"You said it!"

Yan Chixia stumbled her mouth and rubbed her hands straight: "Let's talk...!"

Xin Han smiled and admired the shamelessness of the Great Hero Yan. He waved his hand immediately and several hot dishes appeared on the ground, two pots of old wine, all of which were delicious delicacies with good colors, fragrance and taste.

Yan Chixia's eyes shrank and she said enviously: "What kind of spell is this? It can turn into delicious food and wine. If you want to add this spell, I will exchange it with you immediately!"

Xin Han curled his lips disdainfully: "You are crazy about greed. I am the Taoist method of the world. These wines and dishes are purchased in advance. If you think I am as unpromising as you... Alright, you have something to do and say it!"

Before Yan Chixia could say anything, footsteps came again, but Ning Caichen finished packing and was about to go to the city to collect debts again. Before leaving, hello to Xin Han.

"Brother Xin... I was eating, and I was hungry. Come on, drink together." As he said that, he sat down directly.

Xin Hanyi see why people are so hungry in this era. Everyone is so shameless, but he is not bad at stuttering, and he has added a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen and said, "Scholar, did you encounter anything here yesterday?"

Ning Caichen grabbed a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing it in his mouth and said vaguely: "I have touched all the things in the Zen room!"

"Did you see anything weird?"

Ning Caichen stopped the bowls and chopsticks and looked at Yan Chixia seriously: "The bag does not include you!"

His words made Xin Han laugh, and Yan Chixia was so angry that she smoked: "Lanruo Temple is not a place you can live in. Get out of here at night, don't let me see you!"

Ning Caichen took a few bites of the meal, put the bowl, and ran to the door with the bookcase: "You can take care of it!"

After saying that, he clasped his fists at Xin Han: "Brother Xin, I'll go to Guobei County first. Thank you for the food!" After saying that, he hurriedly left. It seemed that he had no good feelings for the bearded Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia spread her hands at Xin Hanyi: "Tell me, the world is so ignorant. If this continues, it will be difficult for me to save him. By the way, brother Xin, the purpose of my visit to you this time is to be related to the thousand-year-old demon in Lanruo Temple!"

"What do you mean, I'll just agree!" Xin Han ate the dishes on his own, took the wine handed over by Wanwan, and drank it all.

Yan Chixia also drank a sip of wine, and aftertaste it, she said: "I see that Brother Xin has the highest martial arts skills and is a native of the Xuanmen. Why not let us join forces to get rid of this old demon!"

Xin Han looked at him with a funny look: "It's nothing to do with me! Did this fairy harm me?"

Yan Chixia said angrily: "The people in Xuanmen take it as their responsibility to subdue demons and defend the Tao. How could you have such an idea!"

Xin Han was waiting for his words and immediately grinned and said, "Okay, since Hero Yan is so righteous, I will hand over the sword-controlling technique and I will help you kill that fairy. What do you think?"

"Hmph...that old demon has been practicing for thousands of years, you said it easily! I want to ask you how to deal with it!"

Xin Han put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Blast it directly to kill it!"

Yan Chixia glared and said, "If it were so easy, I would have set fire to the forest. If I want to remove it, I must lead its soul out and then hurt its soul to destroy its body. Otherwise, its roots will reach the ground for a hundred feet and extend for thousands of miles. As long as there are flowers, plants and trees within a radius of thousands of miles, it can escape the soul and not completely destroy it!"

"Oh, there is something like this! That's easy to do. Just lure its soul out and kill it. It's still the same requirement, the method of controlling the sword!" Xin Han bit him to death, not afraid that Yan Chixia, who was chivalrous, would not submit.

"You... plus two hundred years of life extension, I'll do it!"

Xin Han couldn't help laughing: "You big bearded man, it turns out that you are afraid that the conditions I promised you to eliminate monsters will not count. You really judge a gentleman by the heart of a villain!"
Chapter completed!