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Chapter 380 Fire hydrant and plummeting luck! (Subscribe!)
Question: If people do not know you, but you do not get angry, aren’t you a gentleman?
Answer: Some people didn’t understand what I meant, but I didn’t get angry. This is very gentlemanly.

Question: A gentleman cannot be respected if he does not take things seriously, and cannot consolidate his learning. He should be loyal and trustworthy, and have no friends who are inferior to him. He should not be afraid to correct his mistakes.

Answer: A gentleman cannot establish his prestige if he does not use heavy hands!
Question: A gentleman loves money, but he gets it in a proper way.

A: I like money, so it makes sense for me to take your money!

Question: Now that we are here, let’s make the best of it.

Answer: Since we are here, let’s bury him here.

Question: The Master does not speak of strange things, supernatural powers, or anything else.

Answer: The Master didn’t want to talk, so he used his strange strength to beat the man unconscious…

Nie Xiaoqian, who was sitting on a straw mat, looked dazed and helpless as she watched Zhao Zheng explaining the Analects in a serious manner.

Forgive her for not reading enough books when she was young. She thought, this is not the Analects, it should be the Lunyu!!

Every sentence of Confucius is about violence. Is he such a person? Are you kidding me? Also, are you sure you are a scholar?!
Nie Xiaoqian began to doubt Zhao Zheng's identity and looked at him with confused eyes. But besides being handsome,

She saw nothing else!

I'm just... confused.

"Could it be that in the year since my death, the world's literary masters have come up with new interpretations of Confucius' Analects?"

Nie Xiaoqian frowned and thought about it, and at the same time she still felt that Zhao Zheng was... playing tricks on her, but she had no evidence.

Especially when she casually pointed at the Analects book, Zhao Zheng quickly gave an explanation.

She... has even less evidence!!
“Has the literary world changed so much?”

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were filled with confusion, but she soon shook off her confusion because she did not forget why she came here.

After hesitating for a moment, Nie Xiaoqian's body softened and she fell into Zhao Zheng's arms. She looked at Zhao Zheng and said, "Master, I feel so cold..."

Her voice is soft and weak, her eyes are pitiful, and she looks even more fragile in a white dress. To quote a netizen,

One punch can make you cry for a long time!
"It's quite cold... wait a minute..."

Zhao Zheng reached out and tested Nie Xiaoqian's temperature on her forehead, and found that it was the same as Qinqin, Yuhuan and Sister Xia... and nodded secretly.

After observing just now, he found that Nie Xiaoqian's ghost was no different from the ghosts in the main world and the copy world.
At least there is no difference in appearance.
Inside,
Well, every woman is different... bah, they are all the same inside. At least Zhao Zheng didn't see much difference between Nie Xiaoqian and other female ghosts like Qinqin. Well, here I am referring to the legal level.

His Analects were not spoken casually. While he was speaking, he could constantly observe the changes in Nie Xiaoqian's soul.

however,
No different!
At least with his eyesight, he couldn't see anything special about Nie Xiaoqian's soul. Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Zhao Zheng placed Nie Xiaoqian on the straw mat.

Just when Nie Xiaoqian was stunned and cursed the man in her heart, she was about to activate the bell on her white and tender ankle.
She only saw Zhao Zheng's left hand reaching behind her back, grabbing a quilt, and then covering her with it.

Nie Xiaoqian: ('')
Nie Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Zheng's empty back in confusion, unable to understand where the quilt came from.

"Shh, I'll tell you a secret. I have a storage space. Don't tell anyone else..." Zhao Zheng stretched out his index finger and made a hushing sound, then took out a few more quilts.

Nie Xiaoqian nodded in confusion. When she came to her senses, she felt that Zhao Zheng was still inexperienced.

He told her the secret without any fear that she was a bad person. However, when she saw the complicated emotions in Zhao Zheng's eyes when he looked at her, she knew in her heart that it must be because she and Ah Zhen looked similar. At the same time, she felt that lovers in this world would never be together.

"Miss Xiaoqian, are you still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore, thank you sir."

Looking at Zhao Zheng's concerned eyes, Nie Xiaoqian smiled and shook her head. Her heart felt warm. She lowered her head and gently lifted the quilt. As soon as her clothes fell, her shoulders were exposed. A seductive look appeared on her face. She opened her red lips and started to speak charmingly.

"Son..."

"You may have caught a cold, but it should be fine. Go to sleep for a while. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold..."

Zhao Zheng's voice interrupted her. Nie Xiaoqian stared blankly at Zhao Zheng, who had left the straw mat at some point and turned his back to her. He also took out pots, pans, and a chopping board from behind and was cutting ginger for her to make ginger soup.

"Son..."

"what happened?"

Zhao Zheng turned around and sat up. Nie Xiaoqian, who had already arranged her clothes, showed a slightly unnatural smile and shook her head: "Sir, I actually feel much better..."

"I know a little bit about medicine!"

"what?"

"What I mean is, I don't want your feelings, I want my own feelings!" Zhao Zheng said with a smile, and said to sleep for a while first.

"Um……"

Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and hummed lightly, and her eyes became complicated. Soon, the ginger soup was ready.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Zheng who was overbearing and didn't let her drink the ginger soup by herself, but instead fed her the ginger soup himself, and asked curiously: "Sir, do Miss Azhen and I really look alike?"

"You and her are only similar in appearance, but your inner selves should be completely different. She is not as gentle as you. She has a bad temper. When we first met, she even wanted to attack me..."

Zhao Zheng said with a smile, his eyes revealing emotions such as memories and sadness. Nie Xiaoqian was happy at first, but then her heart sank. However, when she saw Zhao Zheng gently feeding her ginger soup with a spoon, the corners of her mouth raised.

After drinking the ginger soup, Zhao Zheng curiously reached out and touched Nie Xiaoqian's forehead and said, "Strange, why are you still so cold?"

"It may have something to do with the fact that I have been weak since childhood, but I feel much better now..." Nie Xiaoqian explained in a panic.

"Oh, okay, it's still early, you should sleep for a while, I will continue reading..." Zhao Zheng said, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

As he spoke, he paused. Nie Xiaoqian saw Zhao Zheng looking at her with scrutiny, which made her heart tighten, and she hurriedly explained.

"Sir, I have been..."

"It really looks like... It's not Ah Zhen, but... Wait a minute." Zhao Zheng quickly stood up, took the bookcase next to him, opened it, took out the picture of a lady washing her hair that he had bought, opened it, and compared it to Nie Xiaoqian, saying, "It looks like you..."

"This painting..."

Nie Xiaoqian opened her beautiful eyes wide and stared blankly at the portrait in front of her, only to hear Zhao Zheng explaining to her with a smile.

"I bought this from a shop in Guobei County. But strangely enough, I feel that this painting looks a lot like you. Well, Shen Yun, you are much more beautiful than the woman in the painting..."

"Young Master, you are joking..."

Nie Xiaoqian replied casually, but her hand reached out for the painting that her father had painted for her when she was alive.

"Like it?"

"Uh-huh……"

"Take your time to read it. I'm going to study."

Zhao Zheng looked at Nie Xiaoqian who was holding the painting and lost in her memories, and went aside to continue reading his Analects until a white mist came over him.

Zhao Zheng hesitated for a moment and chose to lie on the small table and pretend to faint. After he pretended to faint, Nie Xiaoqian's voice rang in his ears.

"Master, wake up...Master, you must remember what I said. Leave Lanruo Temple during the day, and then... No, don't come here again..."

"Huh? Why?"

Zhao Zheng said in a daze, and Nie Xiaoqian's voice became a little sad: "Sir, just think of it as Xiaoqian begging you..."

"oh oh……"

"My Lord, remember, don't come back again!"

Nie Xiaoqian's voice rang out, and Zhao Zheng only felt a pair of cold lips smacking his face, and then Nie Xiaoqian left.

Nie Xiaoqian's favorability +1000,

Overflow successful.

"Tomorrow night, I can wash Xiao...Pah, tomorrow night, I can see the difference between Xiaoqian and Qinqin..."

Zhao Zheng opened his eyes and wiped his face with a wet towel in disgust. After sitting down, he picked up the painting that Nie Xiaoqian had put down on the table.

Then start practicing.
Silent all night.

The next day,

July 10th,

The sky is bright.

Zhao Zheng opened the door and looked at Ning Caichen with two panda eyes in surprise: "Hey, was there a girl last night..."

Oh.
Not a female ghost.

This guy is just staying up late!
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for the calligraphy!"

Ning Caichen returned the calligraphy that Zhao Zheng had given him last night to Zhao Zheng with a grateful look on his face. Zhao Zheng nodded and took it.

"Actually, you can copy it slowly!"

"..."

Ning Caichen, who had copied the calligraphy by lamplight all night, was silent for a moment, and then saw Zhao Zheng handing him the calligraphy.

"Give it to you."

"This...can't be done. I already feel guilty that Brother Zhao lent me these calligraphy works to copy..." Ning Caichen waved his hand in refusal.

Although these calligraphy works are not authentic works of great literary masters, they are authentic works of some minor literary figures. He is already very satisfied to be able to borrow them and copy them.

"Take it. By the way, how is the account book restored?" Zhao Zheng stuffed the calligraphy into Ning Caichen's hand regardless of Ning Caichen's refusal.

Seeing Ning Caichen's face showing a look of "how did you know that?", Zhao Zheng said with a smile: "You spoke too loudly!" "Well, hehe..."

Ning Caichen, who was holding the copybook carefully, smiled awkwardly. He was wondering why he didn't hear any noise in Zhao Zheng's room last night. However, no matter how strange it was, he still spoke quickly.

"The account book says...it's almost recovered."

He said he had recovered it, but in fact, he had just made it up based on his vague memory. There was nothing he could do. The account book had been soaked in the rain, and the handwriting was no longer legible. He did not have a photographic memory.
Perfect recovery is simply not possible.

"Actually, you don't need to restore the account book. You just need to say that you stayed in Lanruo Temple for one night, and my uncle will give you the money obediently." Zhao Zheng said.

"why?"

Ning Caichen looked strange and puzzled. Zhao Zheng pointed to the attic of Ning Caichen's room. Just as he was about to speak, he heard an unhappy voice coming from the courtyard downstairs.

"Because Lanruo Temple is haunted!"

The person who spoke was Yan Chixia!

“Haunted!”

Ning Caichen took a half step back with his eyes wide open. He was about to say that a gentleman should not talk about strange and supernatural things, but when he thought about how Zhao Zheng had restored Yan Chixia's injuries and clothes with just a touch of the air last night, he swallowed and looked at Zhao Zheng fearfully.

"Is it really haunted?"

"Yeah, so after you collect the bill, go back to where you came from."

Zhao Zheng patted Ning Caichen on the shoulder and said with a smile, then told him to go downstairs to eat, and Ning Caichen followed him with an "oh".

Then Ning Caichen was dumbfounded!
Ning Caichen, who was sitting at the table, stared with wide eyes at the plates of cooked food and wine that Zhao Zheng took out from behind.

"God...god!"

"Not really, just a cultivator."

Zhao Zheng spoke lightly. Yan Chixia pouted, picked up the jar of wine, poured himself a bowl, took a sip and said.

"Alright, eat quickly, and get out of here right after you finish eating!"

"oh oh……"

Ning Caichen was so frightened that his head shrank. Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and glanced at Yan Chixia. After the three of them had finished their meal,

After expressing his gratitude to Zhao Zheng, Ning Caichen left Lanruo Temple and went down the mountain. Yan Chixia then looked at Zhao Zheng with disdain as he walked around in Lanruo Temple with a compass in his hand.

"Boy, humans and ghosts are on different paths!"

“That’s the plan!”

"..."

Shut up, you,

I think you just want that female ghost's body!

Thinking of Zi Buyu's supernatural powers and Zhao Zheng cooking ginger soup for the female ghost, Yan Chixia showed contempt, while Zhao Zheng remained calm.

"I'm just gathering intelligence."

"Ha ha……"

"Don't laugh. It's okay if I don't investigate. Just tell me where the lair of the tree demon is and where its weakness is."

Zhao Zheng asked back, and seeing Yan Chixia was speechless, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am not interested in women, and a mere female ghost cannot shake my Taoism."

"..."

One to say one,

This sounds so familiar!

Yan Chixia curled his lips, then scratched his head in a strange voice, wondering why he felt that this sentence was familiar, and couldn't help but remind Zhao Zheng: "Be careful, those female ghosts are not easy to deal with."

What he said was a little confusing, but Zhao Zheng understood it. Yan Chixia was basically saying that the female ghosts sent out by the tree demon grandma were not good ghosts.

But it's not a big problem,

He's not a good person anyway.

"Let's go home and have lunch!"

Well, waiting for lunch!
After Zhao Zheng reached out and grabbed the book box in the room on the second floor, he waved at Yan Chixia, leaving Yan Chixia speechless. He thought to himself that Yan Chixia was just like Shi'er, who only knew how to eat.

Zhao Zheng wanted to hold an umbrella when he left Lanruo Temple, but when he saw the bright sun, he thought about it and decided not to do so. He just kept walking. His eyebrows raised, and the third eye behind his head suddenly left his body and looked up.

The luck of the three tripods dropped slightly, and the luck changed from good to bad, and then became extremely bad.

After it became a very ominous sign, the remaining force continued to decline, and it became a sign of a narrow escape from death. He frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a flash of three-color light on the three tripods. It was clear that it was better not to mention the two.

It looks like a fire hydrant.
It is roughly shown in the figure below.

Unclear, hiding its head and showing its tail, like a shameless child. The light is very blue and feels a little familiar.

He has the impression that he is about 1.8 meters tall, not handsome, not ugly either, and a bit of a fool.

"A fire stick?"

Is this guy so petty?
No, how did he get here?

Zhao Zheng moved his feet, swung his hands, and looked at the hexagrams formed by the fallen leaves nailed to the tree by the strong wind.
One step!
Swah——

Zhao Zheng turned into a white line and rushed towards the sky. Yan Chixia, who was about to take a nap in Lanruo Temple, frowned and hurried over.

"Why...where are the people?"

Yan Chixia was stunned when he saw Zhao Zheng's suddenly disappearing figure. The invisible Zhao Zheng said "this", which made him curl his lips.

"what happened?"

"fine……"

Zhao Zheng said this expressionlessly. Yan Chixia frowned and looked around silently. After finding that everything was fine, he flew back to Lanruo Temple.

Zhao Zheng touched his chin, looked at the three large tripods on his head that represented luck, and silently recited the system in his heart.

"Are there outsiders?"

"???"

"..."

Stupid system!

Zhao Zheng stopped asking questions.

Falling to the ground and heading towards Guobei County!
Not long after he left, three blurry figures in the air fell to the ground with a bang, and the red figure started cursing as soon as he landed.

"Shit, why are you two so heavy!"

"Shut up!"×2
"No, hurry up and pay. Damn, what a loss. There are more than four walls here, there are almost forty of them. 10 US dollars is not enough this time, at least 100 US dollars. And, didn't you see that this pretty boy is just like that bitch, he can put his hands into other people's brains..."

Bang! Bang——

Two gunshots were heard, and then there was silence. Only Huang Yi took out his watch and looked at it. He scratched his head and said, "Did you get the time wrong? This doesn't seem to be the day he first came into this world, right?"

"No, you remembered it wrong. I was talking about today!" The man, who was about 1.8 meters tall, spoke seriously. He pulled down the magazine of the Desert Eagle with his left hand and stuffed in the bullet with the word "Adamantium Metal" written on it.

Yellow: ...

"Hahaha, you cowardly wolf..."

The resurrected Red Clothes held his stomach and laughed out loud!

Bang! Bang! Bang——

The man in red shut up again, the man in yellow put away his gun expressionlessly, and the man about 1.80 meters tall looked around with a serious face and said.

"Let's go, we found it..."

"it is good!"

The two left straight away.

He didn't even look at the man in red who was shot in the head!
Time flies by,

Until night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the breeze is gentle~

Lanruo Temple,
In the courtyard.

One was drinking and playing with a sword, the other was reading by lamplight, but both of them looked up at the lights on the path outside the temple.

Or,

A familiar figure holding a lantern.

"Why is he back again?"

Yan Chixia frowned and stopped playing with the sword. He looked at Zhao Zheng who was reading. Zhao Zheng shook his head: "You ask me, who should I ask?"

The two walked towards the outside of Lanruo Temple, and soon saw Ning Caichen running back with a terrified look on his face: "It's so good to see you..."

(End of this chapter)