Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 379 Playing Heart-to-Heart with Miss Xiaoqian - Go!

slam-la-

The sky was just getting light, and before the sun rose, dark clouds covered it. Along with a gentle breeze, heavy rain poured down.

Zhao Zheng, standing by the window, suppressed a smile as he watched Yan Chixia, who was woken up by the rain, hurriedly holding the quilt and running into the next door wooden house with the unfinished wine from last night.

It was not until Yan Chixia entered the house that Zhao Zheng could not help laughing. He only laughed twice. With a bang, the window opened.

An old face as black as ink appeared.

Well, it's quite scary.

"Morning, Lao Yan!"

Zhao Zheng greeted him expressionlessly. Yan Chixia hummed expressionlessly. Looking at Zhao Zheng who also had an expressionless face, he slammed the window shut.
Laughter came.

Yan Chixia was so angry that his eyes widened and he pushed open the window. Zhao Zheng looked at Yan Chixia strangely with an expressionless face.

"Lao Yan, what's wrong?"

"You laugh at me?"

"no!"

"You farted, I heard it."

"no!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head to deny it. Anyway, he, Zhao Zheng, was not laughing just now. It was Zhao Zheng who was laughing. What did it have to do with him, Zhao Zheng!
"..."

Bang!
No matter how hard the window was closed, the force was too great and the old and dilapidated window was shaken so hard that it fell to the ground with a few loud bangs.

Yan Chixia, who had just turned around, heard the laughter and was so angry that he reached for the Xuanyuan Sword behind him. But when he looked back, he saw a starling perched on a tree nearby and speaking in human language.

"Fool, fool..."

Yan Chixia: (Fuck you)
Swish!
The sword flashed, and with a bang, the branch on which the starling was standing broke with a snap, and then the branch fell into the water with the starling's head pressed down.

"Humph……"

Yan Chixia snorted, put away the Xuanyuan Sword, and then looked at Zhao Zheng in confusion as he walked out of the room with a bookcase on his back and an umbrella in his hand, as if he was about to leave. He thought to himself that the other party would not be angry.

"Hey, kid, you..."

"I'll go home for dinner."

"..."

Well, it’s better not to ask!

Yan Chixia curled her lips and turned away. Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze, holding an umbrella, and walked down the mountain in the pouring rain.

He did not see the beautiful scenery of walking in the rain. He only saw the mist and miasma rising from the forest because of the rain.

There were also a lot of snakes, insects, rats and ants moving because of the heavy rain. The scene was so weird that it was quite suitable for filming a movie.

It’s a pity that there was no white snake among the moving snakes, otherwise Zhao Zheng would have caught a female one and set her free.

"Hmm? Ning Caichen is here?"

Looking at the hexagrams presented by the falling leaves from the trees, Zhao Zheng paused and continued walking in the rain with his umbrella.

It's a pity,

This group of female ghosts rest during the day.

"Still doesn't know how to exploit the staff... Bah, this tree demon still doesn't know how to let the female ghost play her own value!"

Now the sky is covered with dark clouds and the sun is gone, but it’s not like the female ghost can’t come out. Zhao Zheng has already thought of the script: heavy rain, getting wet, white clothes, looming, weak, male and female…

Zhao Zheng stopped thinking and looked at the man riding his horse in the heavy rain. The man looked familiar. His surname was Xiahou.

I don't know the name,
He is a swordsman.

Zhao Zheng saw Xiahou Swordsman, and Xiahou Swordsman also saw Zhao Zheng. His pupils shrank when he saw that there was no mud on Zhao Zheng's body and his shoes were clean.

Looking at the raindrops as big as beans still falling, and then looking at Zhao Zheng's clean outfit, Xiahou Jianke felt that something was wrong, or there was danger, no matter how he looked at it!
He pulled the reins hard with his right hand, stopped the horse, and cautiously placed his right hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist. He stared at Zhao Zheng, and suddenly... spoke.

"please!"

After saying this, Xiahou Swordsman clamped his legs around the horse's back, pulled the reins, and retreated to the edge of the mountain path, which was not wide to begin with.

It’s not that he is a coward, he just thinks...making things convenient for others is making things convenient for himself, yes, that’s right, that’s it.

"The road ahead is broken and this road is blocked. The knight should return the same way he came." Zhao Zheng smiled and turned around and pointed to the small path behind him. The other party was so polite, so he had to be polite too.

"Thank you for reminding!"

Xiahou Swordsman clasped his fists in thanks. Zhao Zheng looked at Xiahou Swordsman, who had no intention of going back, and felt that it was difficult to persuade the damned ghost with kind words.

If Xiahou Swordsman had turned back at this point, perhaps he could have survived this fatal crisis. Unfortunately, Xiahou Swordsman did not look like an obedient person.

"You're welcome."

Zhao Zheng said with a smile, holding an umbrella and walking past Xiahou Swordsman. Xiahou Swordsman breathed a sigh of relief after watching Zhao Zheng walk away.

After moving his right hand which had become sore due to tension, Xiahou Swordsman looked at Zhao Zheng who was walking away and sighed.

"If he wasn't dirty..."

Swordsman Xiahou took a deep breath and thought of Zhao Zheng, who was not affected by rain and whose feet were not stained by mud. He felt that the other party's martial arts level might be higher than he could imagine.

"But... this road is blocked..."

Xiahou Swordsman withdrew his gaze and looked forward. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled the reins and shouted "go".

Now that we are here, it doesn't matter whether the road is accessible or not. As long as Yan Chixia is in Lanruo Temple, he can just climb over the mountain.

The horse galloped wildly and went farther and farther away. Zhao Zheng looked back at Xiahou Swordsman's declining fortune, then withdrew his gaze and said.

"Good words... Forget it, let's go home and eat first!"

Continuing forward, Zhao Zheng came to the foot of the mountain. He looked at the locust trees disappearing around him, put away his umbrella, and looked at himself who was not touched by the rain.

Take one step forward,
The figure instantly appeared more than ten meters away.

This was not because he had cultivated some magical power to shrink the distance, but because he had reached a certain level and automatically comprehended it.

“Is ten meters too short?”

Looking at the scene of his body rapidly retreating, Zhao Zheng stroked his chin. Normally, with his two-fifths Five Qis in his state,
One step, ten thousand meters...

Never mind, that's a bit exaggerated.

A thousand meters? A hundred meters! Yes, a hundred meters!

Zhao Zheng pondered in his mind, carefully feeling the feeling of taking a step of ten meters, then paused slightly and took another step forward.

Swish!
bang——

Zhao Zheng appeared a hundred meters away and walked out from the trunk of a big tree with an expressionless face. He looked at the human-shaped hole in the tree trunk. He waved his sleeves, a golden light appeared, and the hole in the tree disappeared.

"It's a pity that the people I bumped into weren't lovers, otherwise I would have changed my job to become a locomotive."

Zhao Zheng, who had made a cold joke, began to move forward stealthily. After a while, he arrived at the guest room in the backyard of Laiyun Inn.
I removed the straw man from the bed, looked at my still clean shoes, threw down my bookcase, changed my clothes, and walked out of the room.
Start cooking.

time flies,

in the afternoon,

The heavy rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

Come to Yun Inn.

"Collect the bill?"

"Yes, I'm from Jibaozhai and I'm here to collect the debt."

Ning Caichen picked up his bookcase and said with a forced smile. Ren Fu frowned and said, "Why is it that the person who comes every time is different?"

"Last time, that man was killed on the road after collecting the debt." Ning Caichen put the book box away and took out the account book without smiling.

"Anyway, you will be killed on the road after you collect the debt, so why not just let me have it." Ren Fu said with a smile.

"Shopkeeper, please stop joking..."

Ning Caichen opened the account book with a smile, but as the book was opened, his smile disappeared and he spoke in a somewhat unnatural tone.

"Ahem, shopkeeper, can I see your stub first? This is the new rule!"

"New rules? Let me see..."

Hearing Ning Caichen's weak tone, Ren Fu looked at the wet account book in Ning Caichen's hand, stretched out his big hand and grabbed it, flipped through it, and said angrily: "What kind of account is this? It's pitch black and messy. Are you really here to collect the debt?"

"I'm really here to collect the money. If I can't collect the money..." Ning Caichen started to explain, but unfortunately no one listened to his explanation. Ren Fu gave the waiter a look.
Ning Caichen was driven out.

"I really am here to collect the debt!"

Ning Caichen explained anxiously, and the waiter hummed and rolled up his sleeves. Ning Caichen was so scared that he quickly picked up the book box and ran away.

"Humph, maybe he picked up this account book from a dead person. Ah Da, if he comes again next time, chase him away."

Ren Fu snorted and continued to greet the guests, while Zhao Zheng, who was sitting on the roof upstairs, looked at Ning Caichen below with a smile.

"Everyone is here..."

……

night,
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse,

The air after the rain is always good, of course, it is also cold. Ning Caichen, holding four lanterns, walked tremblingly on the mountain road leading to Lanruo Temple until he heard the call of "Brother".

"Oh my god, what a ghost!"

"..."

Have you ever seen such a handsome ghost?
Zhao Zheng, holding a lantern, looked expressionlessly at Ning Caichen, who was running for his life and did not behave like a scholar at all.

"Don't run, there's a wolf ahead!"

die laughing,

If I don't run, I'll be killed by you...

Ning Caichen fell silent about what was in his heart. He stopped and looked at the group of wolves at the intersection ahead. He forced a smile and waved to greet them.

"Hi, how are you guys..."

Ouch ×7
The seven wolves bared their teeth and howled, then suddenly ran away with their tails between their legs, whimpering and disappearing in a flash.

Ning Caichen looked puzzled, but when he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder and the previous voice sounded again, he was no longer puzzled.

"Brother!"

"Ghost!"

bang——

Seeing Ning Caichen fall to the ground unconscious, Zhao Zheng's mouth twitched a few times. He picked up Ning Caichen speechlessly and walked towards Lanruo Temple.

As for how a scholar like him could have such great strength, come on, as a scholar he had to master etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. And as someone who even mastered charioteering, that is, he could drive a chariot, isn't it unreasonable for him to be able to carry a scholar? !

……

"Where am I?"

Ning Caichen, feeling a slight headache, opened his eyes dazedly. Before he stood up, he heard a familiar voice.

"Wake up, the operation was successful, you have become a girl!"

"what--"

Ning Caichen made a cracking sound, subconsciously unzipped his belt and looked down, and found that the familiar Xiao Ning was still behind him, and he heard an uncontrollable laugh.

"Hahaha……"

"..."

Ning Caichen realized that he was being played and came to his senses. He stood up quickly and looked towards the source of the laughter. What he saw was a man with a leopard head and round eyes, a big beard, who looked very fierce and carried a sword.

Well, this is a warrior who is not worth mentioning.

The other man was about the same age as him. Ning Caichen was stunned when he saw him, especially when he saw that he was dressed like a scholar like him.

He felt that it was all over. There was a high probability that he would be the top scorer this year. It was because of his looks.

This year's top pick will only be the other party!
Wait a minute,
This person... looks familiar...

Looking at the other person's familiar appearance, Ning Caichen's eyes showed thought, but before he had time to finish thinking, he heard the other person speak.

"I've seen you. You went to my uncle's inn this afternoon to collect the bills. Well, you may not have seen me."

"You...are not a ghost?"

Ning Caichen was stunned for a moment. Zhao Zheng pouted and pointed at the shadows under his and Yan Chixia's feet: "Ghosts don't have shadows."

"oh oh……"

Ning Caichen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his surroundings, and wondered when he found himself in a room.

"here it is……"

"Lanruo Temple!"

Yan Chixia suddenly spoke, his voice was like thunder, which frightened Ning Caichen so much that his heart skipped a beat and he stepped back subconsciously.

"Hmph...why do you think he brought him here?"

Looking at the timid Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia looked at Zhao Zheng, who curled his lips and said, "I can't just let him be eaten by the wild beasts in the forest."

"Forget it, you stay here for one night and leave tomorrow." Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen. It was not that he hated Ning Caichen, but Ning Caichen was just a scholar.
and many more,

Is this scholar really a scholar?

Yan Chixia subconsciously looked at Zhao Zheng, then looked at Ning Caichen, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "You are not here to fight with me too?"

"what?"

"..."

Well, I've thought about it.
What a scholar!
Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen's silly appearance with disdain, frowned, and was about to speak when a voice rang out from outside.

"Yan Chixia, you're playing tricks on me again!"

"???"×2
Zhao Zheng and the other man looked at Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia listened to Xiahou Swordsman's voice, slapped his head, and shouted in a voice that suddenly seemed to understand.

"Hey, Xiahou, I didn't play tricks on you. I just saved a scholar and wasted some time!"

"Hmph, come out and compete with me quickly, otherwise I will tear down your house!" Xiahou Swordsman's angry voice sounded.

Zhao Zheng was shocked when he heard this. You know, Xiahou Swordsman came in the morning, but it was already evening and he still hadn't succeeded in the competition. One can imagine how badly Xiahou Swordsman was fooled by Yan Chixia.

"Come on, come on. Let me make it clear first. Whether you win or lose, you have to get out..."

Yan Chixia took a step forward cursing, jumped lightly over the window and went downstairs, which made Ning Caichen's eyes widen and he shouted "qinggong" in a low voice.

Zhao Zheng came to the window and looked down. There was no wall in the courtyard below. One man was standing with a sword, and the other was standing on horseback with a sword in anger. Just looking at the emotional contrast,
Xiahou Swordsman has won!!
"Humph, you have to beat me first!"

Xiahou Swordsman slapped the horse's back with his left hand, used the force to jump over the horse's head and landed on the ground. When he saw Zhao Zheng at the second-floor window, his pupils shrank and he instantly became alert, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly.

Just when he was thinking that Zhao Zheng also needed someone to save him, he saw Ning Caichen, oh, the weak scholar, he really needed someone to save him.

After thinking about it, Xiahou Swordsman breathed a sigh of relief, but he lowered his eyes with more vigilance, stared at Yan Chixia and said: "I was wondering why you are here, it turns out it's because of that master!"

With Yan Chixia, who knows magic, and Zhao Zheng still around, it means one thing, that is, Zhao Zheng is a master! Hmm? As expected of me, I am smart.
This is what Xiahou Swordsman thought!

"Master? Can you give me some advice?"

Yan Chixia pointed at his own face in confusion, and Xiahou Jianke said with a look that showed he had seen through everything.

"Humph, stop talking nonsense and come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his feet and raised his sword. There was a sour smell in the air, which made Yan Chixia swing his sword to meet the enemy without knowing why.

The swords collided, bang bang bang, the two figures were as fast as lightning, crisscrossing and colliding non-stop, the sword energy kept crisscrossing,
In an instant, dust rolled and leaves flew everywhere. As the two men fought, sword energy flew across the sky, directly cutting holes in the ground. Ning Caichen, who was standing at the second-floor window, widened his eyes and said with his mouth wide open, "This, this, this..."

"The victory is decided!"

"what?"

Ning Caichen looked up at Zhao Zheng who had just spoken, puzzled. The fight had just begun, how come the winner had already been decided? !
"The gap in strength is too big!"

A martial artist beats up a cultivator. It's not that he discriminates against martial artists, but that the martial artist Xiahou Jianke is not a disabled person.

Also, Xiahou Swordsman's martial arts seem to be strong, but coincidentally, Yan Chixia, the immortal cultivator, has even stronger martial arts.

Not weak enough to crush Xiahou Swordsman in all aspects. Of course, Yan Chixia's martial arts is still not as good as Tiancan.

However, if he were to find someone to compete with Yan Chixia in martial arts except Tiancan, he estimated that only Captain Zuo could defeat Yan Chixia in martial arts.

"The gap in strength is too big?"

Ning Caichen kept repeating himself, not understanding what he meant and feeling awe. His eyes were wide open, and he stared at the two men who were fighting like the martial arts masters in vernacular novels.

Xiahou Swordsman, who was fighting with Yan Chixia, became furious after hearing Zhao Zheng's comments, and his moves became three times more fierce, causing Yan Chixia to frown and retreat.

"Are you serious?" "Stop talking nonsense and kill!"

Xiahou Swordsman glared at Yan Chixia and raised the sword in his hand. Yan Chixia sneered and moved the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.

boom! boom! boom--

The two fought non-stop, and within a few breaths, they had already exchanged a hundred moves. In the end, Yan Chixia won.
The situation is completely opposite to the original!

It was no longer like the original novel where the fight ended with one sword wound, but with many sword wounds. At this time, both of them had dense sword wounds on their bodies. If we only compare the number of wounds, Xiahou Swordsman has won again.

of course,

It can also be said that Xiahou Swordsman lost twice!

"Brother Xiahou, you and I have been fighting for seven years, and you have lost for seven years, but you are quite patient. Where can I hide..."

Yan Chixia tried his best to persuade Xiahou Swordsman not to be obsessed with the number one sword. Qiu Yechang pointed out Xiahou Swordsman's shortcomings in martial arts, but these words sounded like ridicule in Xiahou Swordsman's ears.

Yes, sarcasm, complete sarcasm that made Xiahou Jianke laugh angrily. He wanted to say to Yan Chixia, "If you really don't want to fight with me, then just admit defeat on purpose. You still can't give up the title of the best swordsman in the world."

However, he did not say this, instead he looked at Yan Chixia coldly and said, "You just won by luck...that's all!"

The word "several moves" was not uttered after all, especially after he silently counted the wounds on Yan Chixia's body and his own body.
He understands,
He lost quite miserably this time!
Throwing down a sentence like "Wait for me", Xiahou Swordsman snorted and got on his horse and left. It wasn't that he snorted on purpose.

But there are more wounds and they hurt a bit.

"Ah...hiss...hiss..."

Watching Xiahou Swordsman riding away, Yan Chixia took a few breaths and looked at the wounds on his body, while looking around for the expert that Xiahou Swordsman had mentioned.

finally,
His eyes were fixed on Zhao Zheng!

"Hmm... this expert should be me."

Looking at Yan Chixia's sight, Zhao Zheng said with a smile, and Yan Chixia's mouth twitched a few times.

It’s really because of Zhao Zheng!

After thinking about it, he probably understood why Xiahou Swordsman was so angry and why he suddenly wanted to get serious with him.
In all likelihood, it was because of what the master Zhao Zheng said about the huge gap in strength that made Xiahou Swordsman jealous.

In addition to this, Yan Chixia felt that Xiahou Jianke probably misunderstood one thing, that is, he misunderstood Zhao Zheng's advice to him.

"Are you an expert?"

Ning Caichen on the side asked curiously, Zhao Zheng nodded and stretched out his hand, making a pistol shape and pointing it at Yan Chixia in the air.

Snapped--

"I am an expert among experts!"

Master, master, master…

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed, and Yan Chixia stared with wide eyes at the injuries on his body that had healed and the clothes that had recovered along with them.

Ning Caichen stared at Yan Chixia blankly, then looked at Zhao Zheng. After repeating this, he pointed at Zhao Zheng with wide eyes: "You, you, you...you are a god!!"

"No, I won't say anything. I'm going to take a shower. You guys chat. Well, don't thank me." Zhao Zheng spoke to the two of them, picked up his book box and jumped out of the window, which surprised Ning Caichen.

"bath?"

"Earthly Evil Technique - Drive Away..."

Yan Chixia finally came back to his senses, looking at Zhao Zheng with curiosity and frown as he went to take a shower, and the injuries on his body disappeared.

"Is there a place to take a shower outside?"

Ning Caichen asked curiously to Yan Chixia who was downstairs. Yan Chixia looked up at Ning Caichen, frowned and looked in the direction where Zhao Zheng left.

"Wait, could it be that, something bad is..."

Yan Chixia's face changed, and he hurriedly chased after him with the Xuanyuan Sword which had not yet been sheathed. However, while chasing, he returned to the window, took out the Diamond Sutra from his arms and threw it to Ning Caichen.

"then!"

“Oh… this…”

Ning Caichen, who failed to catch it, looked at the Diamond Sutra stuck on the eaves with a wry smile. Yan Chixia, with a dark face, stretched out his hand and slapped it in the air.

Bang!
"Hold it, don't run around, or... or I will kill you!" Yan Chixia snorted twice, then ran out of the temple with the sword in hand.
He had to run. He felt that if he went too late, Xiahou Swordsman might be dead. It was not Zhao Zheng who would harm Xiahou Swordsman, but those female ghosts.

He knew Xiahou Jianke's character best, and he was afraid that he would be too late, and the next competition would have to wait until Xiahou Jianke's seventh day.

"Vulgar martial artist..."

Ning Caichen muttered in his heart, but he still swallowed his saliva and hugged the Diamond Sutra tightly, staying in the room on the second floor honestly. It was not that Yan Chixia's words scared him, but mainly because of this temple...

Weirdly creepy!!
the other side,
Yan Chixia ran frantically in the forest in a hurry. When he was almost at the pond, he saw Zhao Zheng in the pavilion beside the pond and his eyes lit up.

Zhao Zheng in the pavilion silently watched the ghostly aura that disappeared as Yan Chixia appeared, and looked at Yan Chixia expressionlessly.

"A Zheng, where's Xia Hou?"

Yan Chixia asked hurriedly after approaching Zhao Zheng, not paying attention to Zhao Zheng's expression. Zhao Zheng pointed to the direction of the mountain with an expressionless face: "If nothing unexpected happens, we are almost down the mountain!"

"Ah? He's okay?"

"You hope he's okay?"

Zhao Zheng asked back with a curled lip, paused, put away the bookcase with a speechless face, and said to himself that he couldn't take a bath. Then he explained to Yan Chixia: "Xiahou Swordsman is now..."

"Let's put it this way. He is now burning with rage, and his energy and blood are constantly bursting out... Not to mention a mere female ghost, even a goblin wouldn't dare to approach him casually."

In a word,

Xiahou Swordsman Hong Wen is back.

Because of Yan Chixia, Xiahou Jianke has become red and warm. When he is in the red and warm state, he can kill you even if he meets a Bodhisattva, let alone a female ghost.
Of course, if they really met the Bodhisattva, Xiahou Jianke would probably be the one who was killed. For this, Zhao Zheng could only say that fate is unpredictable.

Especially the story of Xiahou Jianke who changed his own destiny by relying on Hong Wen, to be honest, it is quite absurd!

"Didn't you remind me to come and rescue him?"

Yan Chixia asked in confusion. Zhao Zheng glanced at Yan Chixia and left directly with the book box on his back, which made Yan Chixia wonder.

"You're not taking a shower?"

"..."

never mind,

Go back and beat up his son!

Zhao Zheng secretly made a decision in his heart and decided to go to Wumenju to fight the Peacock Prince.

This is not because Yan Chixia disturbed Nie Xiaoqian's appearance. Okay, I won't lie anymore. It's because of this.
If Yan Chixia didn't show up,

He guessed that he and Nie Xiaoqian had a heart-to-heart.

"It's not a big deal, it's still early!"

Nie Xiaoqian will come again, right?
Zhao Zheng looked up at the sky and continued to walk towards Lanruo Temple. Yan Chixia was about to speak, but when he saw the faint gloomy air in the forest beside him, he paused, his mouth twitched a few times and said,
Okay,

It turns out it’s this bath!
But are you really planning to seduce the female ghost?

Yan Chixia looked at Zhao Zheng who had disappeared a few steps ahead and hurried to catch up. Then, he found that not only did he fail to catch up,

Even Ning Caichen is gone!

"???"

Hey, what about me, a scholar of my age?

Yan Chixia came to the wooden house in Lanruo Temple and stared at the empty room with wide eyes, wondering,
Then I heard Zhao Zheng's voice coming from the second floor of the house next door: "Brother Ning said that you look too fierce, Lao Yan. He was afraid of having nightmares when he slept at night, so he moved here!"

"Ahem... Hero Yan, that's not what I meant... I just wanted to discuss calligraphy with Brother Zhao."

Ning Caichen's voice of defense was rang out, but his tone was so weak that Yan Chixia's old face turned black and his fists clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.

Hearing this, Ning Caichen in the room sat on the ground, swallowing his saliva in fear, looking at Zhao Zhengdao who was sitting on the mat.

"Master Yan won't be angry, will he?"

"Yes, be careful when you walk tomorrow."

"..."

Am I stupid?
Ning Caichen rolled his eyes. Zhao Zheng curled his lips and listened to the sound of bones cracking in the building next door, then said to Ning Caichen with a smile.

"Just kidding, Lao Yan doesn't have such a bad temper."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

"Well, the most you'll get is a beating!"

"..."

"It's just a joke, don't be afraid. Well, it's getting late, go to bed early. By the way, this is for you, study it slowly." Zhao Zheng took out a few calligraphy books and threw them to Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen took it carefully, but before he could express his gratitude, he was pushed out of the door by Zhao Zheng, leaving him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Didn't you say you were studying calligraphy?"

and also,

He still has a lot of questions to ask!

For example, isn't Zhao Zheng's uncle the innkeeper? Why is Zhao Zheng staying here at night? And is Zhao Zheng a god? Thinking of this, Ning Caichen picked up the bookcase and went to the next room.

He opened the door, waved his sleeves, looked at the dust in the room in front of him under the moonlight with a frown, and then began to clean.

Zhao Zheng didn't care about these things. He just picked up the Four Books and Five Classics, and then picked up the Analects of Confucius and started reading them. He then lit a candle.

"No, there's still something missing..."

Got it!

Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up. After a moment, a small table appeared in front of him. He picked up the Analects and began to read the book carefully with the help of candlelight, looking like someone who was studying poetry and books diligently.

Actually, he originally wanted to do the two tricks, hanging his head from the beam and piercing his thigh with an awl, but he thought better of it, as the first trick would easily scare the female ghost.
The second one is likely to be called a lunatic by the female ghost!
As for drilling a hole in the wall to steal light, he had thought about it, but this was not appropriate either. Ning Caichen's candle was too bad and not as bright as his low-temperature candle.

"Should he come tonight?"

Zhao Zheng thought about the sign he had put up at the foot of the mountain that said there were evil ghosts kicking people in the lower body, and he thought the female ghost would definitely come today.

I just don’t know if it’s Xiaoqian.

"If that doesn't work, Xiaodie will do."

Okay, the time is wrong. It will take at least a hundred years for Bai Rourou's version of Xiaodie to become a ghost, because that is the character in A Chinese Ghost Story III.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zheng concentrated on reading the Analects with the help of candlelight. After about a few minutes, a beautiful figure appeared outside Lanruo Temple.

It was none other than Nie Xiaoqian, who was disturbed by Yan Chixia not long ago and failed to meet Zhao Zheng in the pavilion.

When Nie Xiaoqian saw the room where Yan Chixia was, a trace of fear flashed in her beautiful eyes. Then she looked towards the room where Zhao Zheng and the other man were. Her beautiful eyes looked at the two rooms with candles lit in surprise.

"Anyone else?"

Nie Xiaoqian felt strange and turned into a stream of light. She came to the corridor on the second floor and stopped outside Ning Caichen's door for a while.
She frowned slightly as she looked at Ning Caichen, who looked like an honest man copying calligraphy, shook her head, and floated to the door of the next room. When she saw Zhao Zheng studying hard under the lamp, her beautiful eyes lit up.

Got you!

You finally came!
Zhao Zheng opened his third eye above his head, remaining calm on the surface but breathing slowly when he heard a knock on the door.

"Help……"

"Huh? Ohhhh, here it comes."

Zhao Zheng quickly got up and just as he reached the door, the room creaked open and a graceful figure in white clothes rushed into his arms.

"Sir, there are bad guys outside..."

Nie Xiaoqian, nestled in Zhao Zheng's arms, opened her beautiful eyes and spoke softly. Before she finished speaking, Zhao Zheng looked at her with three parts of shock and three parts of surprise, plus three parts of disbelief and ninety-one parts of excitement.

"Ah Zhen, is that you!?"

"what?"

Nie Xiaoqian pointed at herself with confused eyes. After a while, she stared at Zhao Zheng blankly on the straw mat. Zhao Zheng recalled with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I met her on a starless night. My friend was injured in an accident, so I went to see him. I met Ah Zhen. There were a lot of people there..."

"Azhen fell to the ground and I helped him up. Azhen's brother was there too, but he seemed a little unhappy for some reason. But when I think about it, it's probably because of me..." Zhao Zheng paused and said, "Then Azhen and I..."

"Ugh……"

The sigh was filled with sadness, and the deep feelings in it were hard to express. Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes turned slightly red and she picked up a handkerchief to wipe her eyes.

"Is Ah Zhen..."

"She is not in this world..."

"My Lord, please accept my condolences..."

Nie Xiaoqian felt the same way, especially when she heard Zhao Zheng say that she and Azhen looked almost 70% alike.

"I'm fine, but you, I remember you just said there are bad guys outside..." Zhao Zheng realized it belatedly and wanted to get up.

Nie Xiaoqian pulled Zhao Zhengdao familiarly.

"Those bandits may have already left!"

"Oh, by the way, I still don't know the girl's name? And why did she appear here?" Zhao Zheng asked curiously.

Nie Xiaoqian skillfully played out a scenario in which a young lady who had been locked up for a long time came out to relax, encountered robbers, and fled in panic. At the end, Nie Xiaoqian pointed to the back mountain and said, "My home is behind."

"Oh oh oh..."

The play is real or fake!
Zhao Zheng frowned, and Nie Xiaoqian felt nervous. She only heard Zhao Zheng say, "Miss, are you lying to me? There is no one living in this back mountain... Yes, Miss, you should be careful when you are alone outside, huh? No, Miss, you..."

Nie Xiaoqian's heart tightened and relaxed constantly when Zhao Zheng asked her. She saw Zhao Zheng pointing at her shoes and asked, "Why are your shoes so clean?"

"This one……"

Nie Xiaoqian was speechless and was about to explain when she heard Zhao Zheng say, "Yes, the rain has long passed. It's normal for your shoes to be clean."

"Yes...yes!"

Nie Xiaoqian smiled, and saw Zhao Zheng stand up and walk to the window, open the window, look for a while, then look at her and say.

"Girl, there's no one outside. Look, maybe you should leave. After all, it's late at night and a man and a woman are alone in a room. I'm not afraid, but if it gets out, I'm afraid you..."

"What if those bandits didn't leave..."

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the reluctance in Zhao Zheng's eyes, smiled secretly in her heart, and pretended to be a little afraid. Zhao Zheng nodded after hearing that.

"It's possible. Girl, please wait a little longer..."

"OK……"

Nie Xiaoqian smiled slightly, and then she fell silent, looking at Zhao Zheng who suddenly stopped talking and was reading the Analects.

No,

Am I not better than the Analects?
Also, the A-Zhen you just mentioned is fake?!

Nie Xiaoqian was puzzled, but when she found that Zhao Zheng looked at her from time to time, she understood and moved slightly closer.

"Sir, what are you looking at?"

"Read books, the Analects."

"Oh, The Analects of Confucius, I have a request that you ask, I wonder if you can agree to it?" Nie Xiaoqian said, looking at Zhao Zheng's puzzled eyes and pointing at the content in the book.

"I am also familiar with the Analects, but there are some parts that I don't quite understand. I wonder if you can help me clear up my confusion?"

Nie Xiaoqian smiled and said, the main point is to speak differently to different people, and the interest aroused by professional matching.

"Okay, what do you not understand?"

"this!"

"Oh, to know what you know and to know what you don't know is knowledge."

Zhao Zheng looked at what Nie Xiaoqian was pointing at, paused for a moment and explained: "What this sentence means is that you should not ask too much about the affairs of the martial arts world. The more you know, the faster you will die."

"???"

"Huh? You don't even understand 'If you hear the truth in the morning, you may die in the evening?'" Zhao Zheng continued to explain as he watched Nie Xiaoqian's finger slide to the place where it was pointing.

"What this means is, I found out the way to your house this morning, and you can wait for me to come to your house and beat you to death in the evening."

"???"

Are you sure? This thing? Is it the Analects?
Nie Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Zheng blankly, her red lips opening and closing, her expression very complicated, while Zhao Zheng looked at Nie Xiaoqian strangely.

"Miss Xiaoqian, do you understand?"

"..."

I think,
We should learn differently!
Nie Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Zheng with a complicated expression...

(End of this chapter)