Chapter 184 The thread in the hands of a loving father, the clothes on the wanderer’s body

Chapter 184 The thread in the hands of a loving father, the clothes on the wanderer’s body

"Master Yan, where are you from?"

Liao Wenjie looked at Yan Chixia speechlessly. The old Taoist priest was either sulking or possessed by a drama spirit all day long. He didn't know whether he really still had his childish innocence, or whether he had become confused due to Taoism.

Why do you suddenly act in blackface?

"Cut the nonsense and hand over the money!"

"..."x2

After a long period of silence, Liao Wenjie clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then waved his hand and sprinkled hundreds of copper coins: "I have all my wealth here, I hope the brave men spare my life."

"..."x2

"What's wrong, Master Yan, isn't that what you said?"

"No, I'm just testing your courage to see if you're qualified."

Yan Chixia sheathed her sword, looked at her nose with her eyes, and her heart with her nose, as if she had passed the test, and calmly sat down cross-legged.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, someone else will be embarrassed.

"It seems that this junior passed the test by luck."

"ah……"

Yan Chixia scratched her head and couldn't take it anymore. She frowned and said, "The world is sinister and people's hearts are vicious. You and I met by chance and we didn't even say a word before you dared to reveal your boss. Are you really not afraid that I'll kill people and cheat?"

"Master Yan was joking. When we first met last night, I told him that Yan Chixia has always been known as a knight. She is upright and upright, and her reputation for integrity is spread all over the world. I yearn for her and admire her very much."

Liao Wenjie remakes an old fart: "You have such a great reputation, so how could I question your character?"

"Your statement..."

Yan Chixia was not moved by flattery and shook her head repeatedly: "To be honest, I can't tell whether you are sincere or a treacherous person."

"Just think of yourself as a treacherous person. In this world, you can be kind, but you can't be too kind."

"You see clearly."

Yan Chixia skipped this topic and told Liao Wenjie the unabridged version of the mental method: "This mental method is aimed at sharpening your mind power, and possessing objects is secondary. You have good qualifications, and you will definitely gain something if you practice diligently. .”

"Junior understands."

Liao Wenjie nodded. Professor Yan Chixia's mental method was similar to that in the white paper, so he paid more attention to the effect of possessing objects.

Asked: "Can this mental method attach my mind to living creatures?"

"cannot."

Liao Wenjie nodded. It didn't matter if he couldn't. He knew the corpse refining technique. He would catch three black and four black animals and beat them to death and attach them to them. From a distance, they would be indistinguishable from living things and he couldn't tell the difference between true and false.

"There is one more thing that this junior should ask clearly."

Liao Wenjie continued: "Master Yan promised to teach me, and he will also give me all his money to teach me the skills of sword control?"

"Okay, anyway, I picked up all my skills. I can teach you anything you want to learn."

Yan Chixia didn't care and raised her eyebrows: "However, sword control is not something that can be practiced with any sword. Do you have a magic weapon?"

Liao Wenjie was silent after hearing this, and took out a giant sword made of one hundred and eight copper coins: "Master Yan, can this sword be used to practice sword control?"

I know your kid is dishonest and still has some stock.

"Bring it to me and see."

Yan Chixia rolled her eyes at Liao Wenjie, reached out to take the large money sword, and easily broke the red thread with a flick of her fingertips.

He shook his head repeatedly: "It's too brittle and can't withstand sword control. If you use this sword against an enemy, I'm afraid the sword will disintegrate on its own before it hits the enemy."

As he said that, he placed the large money sword directly behind his butt. It had no other meaning. Shi'er happened to be short of a money sword.

Liao Wenjie didn't take it seriously. The goal was achieved and the value of copper coins was no longer. If Yan Chixia wanted it, just take it.

"Master Yan, where are the magic weapons that I can take advantage of?"

"You can build it yourself with your own hard work, ask a disciple of the sect to snatch it, or if you are lucky enough to pick one up on the roadside, it doesn't matter."

"..."

It was the same as not saying it. Liao Wenjie nodded, thinking about getting...a powerful weapon as soon as possible.

Before leaving, he made a trick, trying to get a sword-control formula from Yan Chixia, and practice using the money sword at night.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chixia opened the floor and threw an ancient book directly into his arms.

"Read it for yourself. If you don't understand, write it down first. I will answer your questions one by one tomorrow."

Yan Chixia waved her hand and drove Liao Wenjie out of the quiet room. She took out the wooden box from the hidden box on the wall. When she opened it, she found a roll of gold thread inside.

He lit the candle, took apart the red thread on the original money sword, and rewoven it with gold thread, and then the copper coin armor.

The thread in the hands of a loving father, the clothes on a wanderer's body...

…

On the other side, Liao Wenjie returned to his room with the ancient book, lit an oil lamp, and regardless of whether he could understand it or not, he swallowed it all and remembered it in his mind, and then turned back to the first page and started reading slowly.

"Wait a minute, did I forget something?"

After a while, he stood up and walked to the next room, releasing Xiaoshuang from the humanoid silkworm chrysalis.

This time, Xiaoshuang was much more honest and stayed away for most of the day, far less excited than before.

So hungry.

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to hold a ball of water mist, covering her forehead. With a splashing sound, Zhihe brought steamed buns, porridge, and a plate of pickles from the kitchen.

"Your consciousness has recovered. It's getting dark now. You can stay one night after eating. Go home tomorrow morning..."

Xiaoshuang took a small bite of the steamed bun, followed Liao Wenjie's leaving back with her eyes, suddenly sped up, and swallowed in big gulps.

After filling her stomach three times, she knocked on Liao Wenjie's door. After waiting for no response for a long time, she gritted her teeth and bravely pushed the door open.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether there are wooden doors or windows. You can see Liao Wenjie lighting a lamp and reading while standing outside the door. Knocking on the door is purely polite.

"Fairy..."

"Don't kneel!"

Before Xiaoshuang knelt down, Liao Wenjie raised his hand and called out: "First of all, I am not an immortal, I am just a young Taoist priest who has just started. I have no ability and no money, so I cannot afford the title of immortal."

"Secondly, you'll be happy if you kneel down, but don't kneel down on me, otherwise the end will be the same as during the day, and you'll continue to lie on the bed."

"Finally, I know what you want to say, and forgive me for being helpless. People don't offend ghosts, and ghosts don't offend people. Yin and Yang are not in the same world. No one can save your young lady."

"..."

Xiaoshuang was silent after hearing this, and after a moment she began to sob in a low voice: "Chief Immortal, my lady is a good person, and she often does charity to help the poor. She should not have suffered this misfortune."

"Keep your voice down and don't disturb me while I'm reading."

Xiaoshuang nodded, took two steps forward, and cried softly: "I saw it last night, and I know that the immortal saved me and picked me up from the mountain. There is no way to repay a great kindness. If the immortal can, Give my young lady a hand, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to repay your kindness."

Even if you work as a cow or a horse, you still have to provide grass. There are so many good things.

"Fairy..."

"If you say anything again, I'll tie you up!"

"..."

Xiaoshuang lowered her head and said nothing, her sobs getting louder and louder.

"Tie him up even if he cries!"

"..."

Xiaoshuang hurriedly covered her mouth and coughed violently several times before taking a good breath.

She stared at Liao Wenjie for a while, then left the room after a while, returning with a wooden basin in her hand, wringing out the linen and sweeping around.

She is actually a maid who knows how to do housework!

Liao Wenjie tilted his head and saw Xiaoshuang's thin skin and tender flesh. He thought he was raised by a wealthy family to protect the young lady from cannons. Judging from his skilled posture, he was overthinking.

"Chief Immortal, there are no servants in this mansion. If you don't mind it, I am willing to stay and serve you."

Xiaoshuang lifted her long hair by her ears and said with a serious face: "Xian Chang, I am very beautiful, and my Gonggong Sha is still here."

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes. Xiaoshuang looked like she was sacrificing herself. She was really wronged.

Seeing that Liao Wenjie didn't respond, Xiaoshuang plucked up her courage, took two steps forward, rolled up her sleeves and showed the little red dots on her arms.

"Look, Immortal Chief."

Look at your sister!

Liao Wenjie waved his hand, telling the maid with impressive intelligence to go and stay where she could. At this moment, a cool breeze blew in through the broken window, making him immediately alert.

There is a ghost.

What the hell, are you so brave that you dare to break into Yan Chixia's home?

Could it be that vixen?

Liao Wenjie murmured in his heart. He had already seen that Yan Chixia must have had an unknown past with the vixen when she was young. If it is not safe, Yan Chixia is no longer a boy.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain Yan Chixia's inability to do her job and let the vixen escape in the end.

So, the fox fairy came to repay the favor tonight?

Liao Wenjie's eyes lit up and he waved his hand to wipe out the candles on the table. He wanted to enjoy this scene.

As soon as the room went dark, Xiaoshuang immediately shivered and cried with a hint of trembling: "Immortal... Immortal..."

"Do not talk!"

"Um."

Xiaoshuang gritted her teeth and nodded, walked to the bed and sat down.

Liao Wenjie was full of expectations, waiting to see Yan Chixia's gossip, but the result was disappointing. She was just an ordinary female ghost, following the scholar Cui Hongjian.

"You are so brave. You dare to break into Yan Chixia's lair. This one must not be a local ghost..."

…

Cui Hongjian walked into Wumenju with a load on his back. He greeted Shi'er with a spring breeze on his face. The latter lit a lamp and boiled oil and folded paper cranes in the pavilion. He was completely focused on not hearing the outside world. Let alone ghosts entering the door, it was Cui Hongjian, a living person. Didn't even notice.

Today, Cui Hongjian went to the small lake again and met Mochou again. The two of them looked at mung beans and made eye contact.

Cui Hongjian took a step slower, and when he ran to the waterside pavilion in the center of the lake, he lost track of Mochou again.

Not only was he not disappointed, he was also very happy. Even a blind person could see that the lady was waiting for him, which made it clear that she had some ideas.

As luck would have it, he also had an idea, and we almost hit it off immediately.

Back in his room, Cui Hongjian lit a candle, spread out a piece of white paper, and giggled while recalling Mochou's voice and smile.

The inkstone is grinding and the fog rises, and the brush is stained with clouds.

He slowly started to draw, sketching on the white paper, and drew a portrait of Mochou dressed in plain white.

Cui Hongjian was enjoying painting in the house, but he didn't know that the woman in the painting was peeping at him outside the window.

The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind, Mo Chou stands outside the window and peeks at Cui Hongjian, thinking that no one knows about it, but she doesn't know that Liao Wenjie is standing in front of the hole in the window, holding a money sword in his hand.

What should I do if a female ghost covets the beauty of a scholar and stalks him?

Of course he was beaten to death. You can't pretend to be a scholar!

"Small……"

Xiaoshuang took a few steps forward and looked at the back of the female ghost. Her expression turned from fear to shock, and finally to ecstasy. As soon as she opened her mouth, Liao Wenjie raised her hand to cover it.

"Don't make any noise. Just stay here and I'll beat that harmful female ghost to death."

"Uuuuuuu——"