The years when I explored the fairyland

After a lot of work, the decoration was completed, and the appearance of this exquisite courtyard was greatly changed.

First of all, on the front of the attic, there is already an altar with a height of one foot, with yellow cloth spread and incense and candles burning.

Soul-calling bells, peach wood swords, yellow talismans, sacrificial bowls, white sails and other magic weapons have all been placed.

With the attic as the core, red lines are drawn out from the eaves and cliffs, with incense and copper coins hanging on them, covering the entire attic like a spider web.

With such an arrangement, don't talk about people. Even if a ghost really comes, it is impossible to come in and out quietly.

Of course, there is also a path left. Only the thin and weak are not allowed to enter, and they must pass through the altar.

After everything was arranged, Chu Zhou invited Zhao Yuanwai, whispered to him, and made an appointment to deliver some food on time, and then drove everyone away.

Well, there was a group of people, ranging from Yuan Zhao to two martial arts masters to a group of slaves. The people leaving were a little anxious and their steps were hurried, for fear of being delayed.

After everyone left, the small courtyard became completely quiet. Chu Zhou didn't waste any time. He stepped up to the altar and stepped into the air.

He waved his hand, and Yi Huai, Fan Tiehu and Wei Fangjie started to move below.

They were all wearing Taoist robes and holding weapons. Wei Fangjie took his big gun, Yi Huai held an iron sword, but Fan Tiehu was still empty-handed.

They each found a corner of the yard, either standing still or practicing martial arts, without disturbing each other, and soon got into the mood.

As for Xu Cheng, he didn’t come!

In a place as big as Xuanzhen Temple, there must be someone guarding the old Taoist Qingjing.

Among the five brothers, Xu Cheng may be young and not very skilled in martial arts, but he has a quiet personality and is suitable for guarding the house. With Fan Zhong by his side, even if something happens, there won't be any big problems.

On the altar, Chu Zhou was sitting on the Grand Master's chair behind the altar with a golden sword. His eyes were slightly closed, opening and closing, and his breathing gradually became regular.

He was sitting here, seemingly motionless, but in fact, his energy and blood were surging, his strength was like a tide, and his muscles, bones, skin and flesh all maintained a relaxed and active state.

Along with breathing, his perception has also been extended to the extreme. Within a hundred meters, even the flapping of mosquitoes and flies cannot escape his ears and eyes.

He sat like this for the whole afternoon, and it wasn't until the sun set and the lanterns came on that a servant came over to bring him food and water.

Chu Zhou personally carried the food box to the attic, knocked on the door, and then turned around and left.

Then, eat, drink tea, take elixirs, do some basic exercises, and then watch...

This watch lasted for another whole night!

That night, the One-Horned Ghost seemed to be aware of the danger and did not show up, and the Zhao Mansion also spent the night peacefully, with nothing happening.

The next day, the same process of sitting upright, practicing martial arts, eating, and waiting, time passed by silently, and another day passed!

On this day, the one-horned ghost still did not appear, as if he had disappeared.

But this kind of disappearance itself is very abnormal.

Chu Zhou still remembered that some basic knowledge of ghost cultivation was taught in the class at Jie Yin Hall.

Although Li Gui Yuanhun and his ilk are not considered ghost cultivators, some basic characteristics are still the same.

For example, the evil ghosts who can stay in the human world are all people with overwhelming resentment and deep hatred. They are unwilling to fall into the underworld after death. Only then can some ghost energy be entangled and stay in the earth.

In fact, their wisdom is not perfect anymore. They only act based on the resentment in their hearts, and they behave in various ways because of their resentment.

For example, a drowned ghost will drag people into the water and replace itself; a starving ghost is always looking for food in an attempt to fill its stomach.

All these are caused by resentment. If the one-horned ghost is really a ghost, and no matter why it entangles the second daughter of the Zhao family, it is impossible for Chu Zhou and the four of them to stop coming.

He would not have such judgment.

But now, he really didn't come, which is a sideways explanation, this ghost is really evil.

Of course, Chu Zhou wouldn't be anxious if he didn't come, because he felt that he wasn't the one who had to be anxious now.

In this way, three days passed in a row, and the Zhao Mansion was also stable for three days.

The servants are already spreading the word that Taoist Master Chu Xiao is much more powerful than the old Taoist Xuanzhen, and he can scare such evil spirits to the point where they dare not come out.

When Chu Zhou heard this, he just smiled and ignored the words of a foolish man and woman.

On the other hand, the one-horned ghost was really very patient, and his martial arts skills and secret whereabouts were beyond his expectation.

In the past few days, it was not just Chu Zhou who was waiting for help. The Yunya Sword Sect and those sword hunters almost turned Baisha City upside down, but Luo Gan was still not found.

If this person is really in Baisha City, he is hidden so deeply that it is beyond imagination.

However, Chu Zhou was not in a hurry. He was very patient. At least, he was much calmer than the graceful woman in the attic.

These days, she has been peering through the window more and more often. Even from such a distance, Chu Zhou can notice that she is like an ant on a hot pot, unable to rest at ease.

She is anxious, so he should be anxious too!

With this mentality, Chu Zhou became more and more stable. Two days passed like this, until that night, what was supposed to come finally came.

…

The night is already deep.

Dark clouds filled the sky, covering the stars, and the earth was so dark that it was difficult to see clearly; there was also a bleak autumn wind, and through the eaves and brackets of the corridor, I could only hear the constant sound of "woo-woo".

In the backyard of the Zhao family, a faint mist seemed to rise from some time. It was not too thick. With the autumn wind, it lingered in the Zhao mansion, and even the fragrance of grass and trees lingered in the nose.

So, those who were sleeping soundly slept more soundly; those who were not sleeping soundly also fell into a deep sleep, unconscious.

In the corner of the yard, Yi Huai, Fan Tiehu and Wei Fangjie, who were originally sitting cross-legged, seemed to have noticed it. They couldn't help but twitched their noses, and then all fell to the ground.

As for Chu Zhou, he suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to want to stand up, but halfway through the movement, he shook and held the handle of the armchair, and sat down again. His eyes became more and more hazy, and he fell on the chair.

They might be the last group of people who fell asleep in the entire Zhao mansion. When they all fell down, it was completely dead.

Until another gust of autumn wind blew, the corner of the wall seemed to be distorted, and a ghost with a height of two meters, a single horn on his head, and a body of black hair walked out.

He approached like a ghost, and stopped only in front of the red line. His scarlet eyes stared around, and then looked at Chu Zhou on the altar, revealing a mocking look.

But he did not delay for long, but turned in a direction, passed under the altar, and walked towards the attic step by step along the gap where the red line flowed.

At this time, it was clear that he was not a ghost.

Because the red line finally affected his lightness skill. If he didn't want to destroy these red lines, he had to walk and be careful of touching the hair.

But everything went smoothly. When he arrived in front of the attic, he knocked on the door lightly, "beep, beep", two long and one short, three times.

Finally, the candles in the attic were lit, and a figure was already printed on the door. It creaked open, and it was the second daughter of the Zhao family wearing a gauze dress, and she walked out.

When she saw the one-horned ghost, she was not afraid at all, but excited.

The red lips slightly opened, and a voice with a bit of resentment blurted out: "You are here, you are finally here, you, you... No! No!"

"You shouldn't have come. My father, Mr. Zhao, invited a powerful Taoist priest from Xuanzhen Temple to catch you."

The one-horned ghost's lips moved silently, but the voice fell into the ears of the slender woman.

She shook her head after hearing it, and shook her head hard: "Don't kill people, really don't kill people, I know these people are like duckweed in your eyes, and you can take their lives at will.

But there are too many people in this city looking for you, and there are really powerful masters among them. Run, run quickly!"

The one-horned ghost's lips moved again and said something, but the woman just shook her head.

She didn't even want to let the one-horned ghost enter the boudoir again, but just pushed him away at the door. Later, she even held a short sword and pressed it against her neck, asking the one-horned ghost to leave quickly.

However, what they didn't know was that on the altar facing them, Chu Zhou slowly raised his neck, sat up straight, and watched with interest for a long time.

Finally, before his patience ran out, he spoke: "What a pair of infatuated men and women, what a love story between humans and ghosts, I have learned a lot.

It's just that you are so endless, do you really think we don't exist!"

His voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the dark night.

The one-horned ghost jumped up almost like an electric shock, and with a glance of his furry big hands, he protected the second daughter of the Zhao family behind him, and turned around again to face Chu Zhou.

His eyes were scarlet, and it was unknown whether they were real eyes or rubies. When he stared at Chu Zhou with his eyes, the malice surged like a tide, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

His lips moved, but no sound came out. However, a cold male voice rang in Chu Zhou's ears: "I don't know how you avoided my poisonous smoke, but you shouldn't make a sound. If you make a sound, I will have to kill you."

"Kill me? Haven't you killed me once?"

Chu Zhou smiled, pointing to his head, and said: "I don't remember, here, you hit me with a very thick mourning stick, but this time, it seems that you didn't bring it?"

The one-legged ghost's eyes froze, he really didn't recognize him, many people died at his hands, like Chu Zhou in the past, they were not considered a person, and not worth remembering.

But in just the next second, his cold voice became colder: "Since you have escaped by chance, you should be content, and you dare to come here?"

"Come, you must come, otherwise how can I avenge this hatred and this resentment?"

Chu Zhou slowly stood up and stretched his muscles and bones. In the sound of 'crackling' friction, there was a powerful force venting in all directions.

As he moved, Yi Huai, Wei Fangjie and Fan Tiehu also stood up, moving their hands and feet in various ways, taking out weapons, as if preparing for a big battle.

At this time, Chu Zhou's voice sounded again, dim and dark, but it seemed to echo in the empty world: "I'm curious, should I call you a one-horned ghost?

Or should I call you the traitor of the Yunya Sword Sect, Luo Gan who travels thousands of miles alone?"

Tsk!

Before the voice fell, a cold light broke through the air!

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