Chapter 202 We are all scholars, why is the gap so big?

Chapter 202 We are all scholars, why is the gap so big?

"You brat, what are you looking for?"

Yan Chixia demolished the east gate and repaired the west gate. When she saw Liao Wenjie wandering around with his head hanging around after coming back, without showing any intention of helping to repair the door, she couldn't help but give a reminder.

"I was just listening to the female ghost playing the piano by the lake, and I noticed something moving in the temple. I thought it was Xiahou Swordsman chasing me, but it turned out that there was such a powerful evil spirit..."

Liao Wenjie pointed to the big hole in the yard: "Besides monsters, there is nothing else, such as Xiahou, or Xiahou or something?"

"There is no Xiahou, only monsters!"

Yan Chixia frowned: "The monster in this mountain is very eloquent and very good at sophistry. I can't find her body at the moment, otherwise I will kill her today."

"so smart!?"

Liao Wenjie frowned slightly. He originally thought that the Dryad Granny did not have a magic weapon at her side and was not as difficult to deal with as the nine-tailed fox. She was no match for Yan Chixia. Now it seemed that she still had some tricks up her sleeve.

but……

"Master Yan, I hear what you mean, this time it's a female monster again. So the question is, why is she looking for you if she doesn't sleep at night?"

Liao Wenjie pretended not to know his grandmother's identity and said jokingly: "The female ghost came to me with a very clear motive. Could it be that the female monster came to you because of... what?"

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"Taoist priest, I'm so old, how can a monster take notice of me? It's impossible for a female ghost to like me. On the contrary, it's you who have only been out for a long time, and you already smell like a filthy woman. Be careful of the female monster taking the initiative to come to your door to have fun with you."

Dryad grandma comes to your door...

Liao Wenjie's face turned pale. He didn't dare to imagine the image of his grandma being poisoned by snake venom, then lifting her skirt, holding up her sleeves and inhaling the smell of rouge and gouache.

After taking a few breaths of the fragrance, his expression softened slightly. He ignored the door panel Yan Chixia handed over and ran back to his room.

Meditate, raise your sword, and practice in your dreams.

…

After three waves, at dawn the next day, Liao Wenjie climbed down from the roof, and under Yan Chixia's guidance, he struggled with the ethereal sword intention.

He understands the truth, so if you let him make it up, he is confident that he can make it more mysterious. In other words, he doesn't understand anything, and everything sounds like a fantasy story.

For a person who only knows how to chop wood swordsmanship, skip thirty to fifty years of accumulation, and directly realize the so-called sword intention, even if there is an experienced senior to lead the way, the possibility is almost zero.

Yan Chixia was perfunctory, but Liao Wenjie couldn't do anything to him. After a while, he secreted a bad move and slipped out of Lanruo Temple to look for wild wolves in the mountains.

Because he was afraid that he would be pushed down deep in the forest by the beautiful female ghosts if he ran too far, he did not dare to go too far and let the five scouts investigate.

The result was not very friendly. Yan Chixia did things unethically. He drove away all the nearby wild wolves, leaving a litter of malnourished animals. Even if they managed to capture them, they were no match for Laifu.

Very angry.

Liao Wenjie curled his lips, took the golden sword and rushed towards Guobei County. It didn't matter if Yan Chixia didn't give him any tricks. There were many heroes in Guobei County. As long as he made rude remarks, he would immediately invite a group of sparring partners.

With an iron shirt protecting him, he would be the only one to kill people, and no one would kill him, so he wouldn't be afraid of not being able to practice his swordsmanship well.

That night, Liao Wenjie returned with wine and meat, and sent a portion to Yan Chixia. He gestured in the room with his sword, thinking about the sword moves he had learned from his master today.

Guobei County is not a prosperous place. The people in the world are a mixed bag of good and bad, and most of them are the scum of society. There are very few people who use swords, but there are many ugly men who use the Five Tiger Cutting Sword.

While he was thinking about it, suddenly there was a ghost smell in the air, and he looked in the direction of the yard outside the house in surprise.

It’s hard to imagine that even after the tree demon grandma and Yan Chixia broke up with each other, Nie Xiaoqian still dared to take the initiative to deliver cannons to her door. Is she really going to die for food, even risking her life for a little yang energy?

Bang bang bang!

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone in the house?"

"Yes, we are still acquaintances."

Pushing open the door, it turned out to be Nie Xiaoqian.

At a certain moment, Liao Wenjie was moved. He thought that it would not be easy to earn a living for the top star. If it didn't work out, he would put down his arrogance and give her some yang energy.

"Hey, Mr. Cui, it's you, what a coincidence!"

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

"Master, don't get me wrong, I passed by here, actually..."

"I understand. No need to explain. It's windy outside. Come in and speak slowly."

Half an hour later, Xiaoqian tightened her collar and was kicked out of the house with her long hair disheveled. She turned back three times with each step, sighing that it had been a long time since she last saw her.

Just now, she almost turned into a beast several times, but failed to get what she wanted. She became more and more confused. She was like this. The scholar still insisted on the last step. Could it be that her health was not good?

Impossible, with her appearance, figure, and ability to seduce people, she should be able to do it even if she is not a scholar.

Recalling what her grandma said last night, she vaguely guessed something. Grandma and the old Taoist priest were playing chess, and she and the scholar were the pawns to see whether the Taoist was one foot higher or the devil was one foot higher.

To be fair, Xiaoqian hopes to be one foot taller, but she can't help herself, so she can only work hard to be one foot taller.

If it doesn't work tonight, there will be tomorrow night. She wants to see how long the scholar can persist.

…

For three nights in a row, Xiaoqian left Lanruo Temple in disheveled clothes. On the last night, with tears in her eyes, she felt as pitiable as she wanted.

That night, the scholar did not turn into a beast. She changed, and then was driven out of the door ruthlessly. In a hazy moment, she felt that she had lost something very important.

Grandma didn't care about Xiaoqian's defeat. She and Xiaoqian thought about it and thought it was Yan Chixia who did it deliberately. She became eager to win. On the fourth night, she asked Xiaoqing to go with Xiaoqian.

As a result, the two figures left Lanruo Temple in despair. When the mountain wind blew, their helpless shoulders leaned on each other.

Being from the same place in the world, the relationship between sisters is actually much closer.

In the next few nights, the two female ghosts repeatedly encountered obstacles, and their desire to seduce the scholar faded away. When they came to see Liao Wenjie, they took Qin and Se with them and switched from selling meat to performing arts. They talked and laughed all night, talking about romance.

…

Ding ding dong dong————

In the backyard of Lanruo Temple, the melodious sound of the piano and the melodious singing are mesmerizing.

On the second floor of the house, Xiaoqian was playing the piano and singing quietly. Liao Wenjie was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. Behind him was Xiaoqing, who was rubbing his shoulders and back.

"Sir, your book has been knocked down."

"It's normal. I can't think of reading at this time. Just watching you is enough." Liao Wenjie chuckled, touched Xiaoqing's hand on his shoulder, and scratched the back of it.

"Hey, Master, you are so annoying!"

"No way, I hate it so much, don't you like it?"

"Don't like it at all."

Xiaoqing covered her mouth and snickered, took grapes from the nearby fruit plate, peeled off the skins and stuffed them into Liao Wenjie's mouth.

This is grandma's tribute. She brought it out of the Flower House under the pretext of seducing the scholar.

“The taste is average, not very sweet.”

"Yeah?"

Xiaoqing stretched out her hand to catch the grape seeds spat out by Liao Wenjie, peeled off another grape, held it in her mouth with her red lips slightly open, and handed it over to him.

"Hiss, this time it's sweeter and a bit cloying."

Liao Wenjie spat out the grape seeds and saw Xiaoqing's eyes turning. He came forward, pointed his finger like a sword on her forehead, and gently pushed her away: "It's about love, it's about courtesy. As promised, I'll let you touch her at most." Touch your hands, but don't talk."

"Just for a moment"

"Not even once. If you have one, there will be two. After that, I should lose my virginity to you."

"Young master, you are so bad!"

Xiao Qing clenched her fist and hammered Liao Wenjie's shoulder. Her hand slipped and she fell into his arms with an ouch.

"Hey, Miss Xiaoqing, it's only been a few days, and your ability to seduce men has improved even more. That's me. I'm notorious for not being a womanizer. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be able to resist it."

Xiaoqian, who was playing the piano, looked at the two of them, stopped playing the piano and shook her head slightly. After spending a few days together, she roughly saw Liao Wenjie's true nature.

Color embryo!

A proper pervert, the kind that can never be washed away.

But unlike other perverts, the extent to which Liao Wenjie becomes a pervert depends on her and Xiaoqing's performance. If two people enter the house looking only for romance and happiness, they will only be ridiculed and thrown out of the house in disheveled clothes. If they were playing songs or singing, Liao Wenjie would only listen to the piano and sing, and occasionally tell a few jokes to make them happy.

At first thought, the pervert was quite respectful, but upon second thought, this idea was absurd.

If they hadn't seen Liao Wenjie's methods before, they would have thought he was a good scholar.

However, now that things have developed into this situation, both women have their own suspicions, wondering whether Liao Wenjie knows their identities and whether they are ghosts or not humans.

No one broke the window paper, so they continued to pretend to be maids and wives, using the pretext of seducing scholars to stay away from the flower house every night to avoid the oppression of their grandma.

Compared with the magnificent flower house, Liao Wenjie's dilapidated house made them feel much more comfortable.

"Hahaha, Yan Chixia, Xiahou is here as promised. You are hiding, how can you be a hero! Why don't we meet soon!"

At this moment, there was a loud sound in the sky above Lanruo Temple, and the whistling sword intent came across the sky, cutting off the rushing bells with a brush.

"Sir, is someone here?"

"Don't panic, we're here to see the bearded man. Let's just watch the show." Liao Wenjie opened the window and looked into the yard.

Xiaoqing swooped down and lay on top of him, while Xiaoqian stood beside him and carefully exposed her head.

boom! !

The person who came was Xiahou Swordsman. He struck out with his sword in the air and blew up the door of Yan Chixia's house, causing the latter to fly into a rage.

"Xiahou, it's you again who is haunting me. I've already hid here, what else do you want?"

"Yan Chixia, stop talking nonsense here, it's obvious that you deliberately leaked the news to lure me here!"

The Xiahou swordsman stood in front of his sword and sneered: "I have heard about it in Guobei County. There is a powerful swordsman who lives in Lanruo Temple. Every day at ten o'clock at noon, he will go down the mountain with his sword and forcefully drag it with people in the world to compete with others. , if you don’t agree, beat the other person into a pig’s head. Do you dare to say that this person is not you?”

Yan Chixia: "..."

What does this mean? Just because he didn't help Liao Wenjie with his tricks, the cycle of cause and effect ended up with him being punished?

"Don't talk nonsense. Apart from looking for you these days, I have spent the rest of my time polishing my sword intent and improving my sword skills."

Xia Hou stepped forward with his sword and said with great pride: "After tonight's duel, I will be the best swordsman in the world!"

"Idiots and dreams, no one will lose to you..."

Two top swordsmen were fighting each other in the courtyard, with fire flying and sword energy flying everywhere.

Liao Wenjie glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a figure hiding behind the stone statue, wearing a gray and white scholar's uniform, carrying a book box, and looking slightly thin.

"The scholar over there...yes, that's you. Stop pointing. It's dangerous down there. Come up quickly."

"..."

Ning Caichen looked up and saw Liao Wenjie, who was also dressed as a scholar. For a moment, he felt as if he had found a relative and couldn't help but smile.

But as soon as he saw the two beauties beside Liao Wenjie, his smile immediately disappeared.

He is also a scholar, and he is also going out to take exams. He has two beautiful maids with him. Look at him again. He has nothing to wear, his sleeves are windy, and he has been hungry all day without even eating.

It's too bad. They are all scholars. Why is there such a big gap?