At the moment of the ghost, Yan Chixia didn't have to think too much. She bit her finger and drew a Tai Chi talisman on her right palm: "Heaven and Earth are in the No. 1, Qiankun..." Before he finished reading his formula, he was already caught in his hand.

Yan Chixia was shocked. Fighting with ghosts is a life-and-death battle. What monster is so powerful that she can ignore the thunder power gathered in her hands and grab her palm.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw the young scholar in front of him wearing a long gown of Confucian scholars and a piece of algae on his head looking familiar.

The young scholar held Yan Chixia's palm with one hand, and waved the other hand in front of him, shouting anxiously: "You can't hit, you can't hit, you can't hit, you'll be killed if you hit!"

Yan Chixia looked closely and found that it was the scholar who lived in Lanruo Temple last night. He couldn't help laughing when he looked at the scholar's embarrassing appearance: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Who would be standing at Yan Chixia’s door if it weren’t Ning Caichen?

However, after experiencing the night of horror last night, Ning Caichen had already realized the magic of this world, and even the Taoist magic that he had never believed in before began to accept. Fortunately, he shouted quickly, otherwise he would have been hit by Yan Chixia with his palm thunder, he would have been dying.

However, when Yan Chixia saw the scholar, she knew that she could not get out today. He sighed and dissipated the magic power in his palm, and turned sideways to make a gap to let Ning Caichen enter his room: "Didn't I let you go? How about it, did you feel comfortable staying last night?"

He saw Ning Caichen's body was wet and his eyes were dull, and he didn't think he felt comfortable living.

However, in Lanruo Temple, this scholar was able to save his life in one night, which was an incredible thing.

Yan Chixia untied the sword bag on her body and sat cross-legged on her head. Ning Caichen trembled and took a chair by herself. Before he could sit down his butt, he jumped up from the chair like a surprised little white rabbit and shouted: "Big Bearded Man, you are right, there are really ghosts in Lanruo Temple!"

Ning Caichen was shocked, but Yan Chixia just smiled sinisterly and said, "I said there was a ghost before, but you don't believe it, why did you see it last night?"

But Ning Caichen's eyes were a little confused, and he murmured to himself: "So she is really a ghost. But why didn't she kill me?"

Yan Chixia couldn't understand what Ning Caichen said, so he said wonder: "Who is the ghost? Have you seen this female ghost in Lanruo Temple?"

Ning Caichen lowered his head, recalled Nie Xiaoqian's appearance in his heart, and said nostalgically: "She is really a female ghost, she stole my heart and soul." Nie Xiaoqian is so beautiful, pure, beautiful, clear and ethereal, so beautiful to the extreme.

Even if it was just an occasional look back, the charming and faintness that came out made Ning Caichen distracted.

Especially the cold temperament emitted from the body is even more stunning, just like the artistic conception of "a quiet night, floating light, cold soaking in the moon". From a distance, it looks like a dusty shadow; from a close distance, it looks like jade, and its charm is unparalleled.
Chapter completed!