MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 101 Ghost day

"...Ghost?"

Playing Chai children, they looked at their eyes, they were quite a chest, and they made a master look: "I don't know, are you outsiders?"

Xu Xingzhi relies on the remnant stone: "How about foreign visitors? Is it impossible to make a ghost here?"

Seeing Xu Xingzhi dismissive of his words, the child seems to be offended, emphasizing: "The ghost here can be fierce, if you come to steal things, you will be bitten by ghosts."

"You are not afraid?"

"What are I afraid of?" When talking about this, the children look very proud. "I recognize them. I said that in the valley, I don't need to worship God, and I want to worship the ghosts in this valley. I and I are every year. They all came to give them a gift. They were spiritual. Once I was playing firewood, it was getting dark early, I couldn’t find the way back, and two ghosts in Tsing Yi gave me a light."

The voice did not fall, Lu Yuji slammed down toward the child, and smashed three heads.

The child is obviously used to coping with ghosts, but he does not know how to deal with people. He looks at the masked person without saying a word. He is quite eager to worship himself. He is so scared that he has swallowed his words and set off a bundle of firewood. After a few steps, hiding behind the pine trees, revealing a rough face that panicked: "Well, it's evil."

Although I don’t know why these wild ghosts will go out to wander during the day, the children still have the courage to shout, and let go of their throats and shout: "... don’t scare him. They haven’t entered yet!"

Xu Xingzhi stepped forward and removed his robe. He couldn’t help but cover the head of Lu Yujiu, who was heading down and trying to get up. He helped him stand still and turned his head to the charity and proud Xiaochai Tongdao: "Thank you. ""

After all, he held the little Lu Yuji with one hand and stepped into the lost valley door.

"Hey!" The little boy yelled like a toothache. "If you die, I don't care."

Xu Xingzhi turned back and licked his lips: "Nothing, we are familiar with people here."

The young man in his arms has been trembled since he leaned on Xu Xingzhi, and he was introduced to the door by a black light from Xu Xing.

"...Cry and cry." Xu Xingzhi was helplessly laughing, scorning the shoulders of Lu Yujiu's stiff shoulders, and took a wooden hand and patted his back. "The waist is straight."

Lu Yujiu and his squatting plaza. There is a lot of fog in the valley, and there is an extra layer of enthusiasm on the bleak. The blue bricks in the pavilion are curved and curved, and the green and yellow are smashing. In the meantime, a green scorpion is stunned. Two strange visitors entered the main hall.

The main hall door slammed open, and the sun was struggling to wear a layer of fog, and the two sides were thinly cut by the window sill.

Next, the two went through the corners of the cool valley.

The candle is broken, the river is touching, the valley is solitary, and it is like this.

After a round, the two returned to the main hall.

Sitting in front of the stage, Lu Yuji both hands clasped his knees, and his shoulders were still wearing the robe of Xu Xingzhi: "Xu Shixiong. I told you at the beginning, how did I get into the valley."

"Tell it."

... a little ghost repairer who does not know his own life, in order not to drag down his young little aunt, alone carrying a baggage, leaving home.

"That is a spring." Lu Yujiu immersed himself in memories, and even the sound was dyed with the color of spring. "I walked away, went here to rest, and saw the word "Qinglianggu" far away, only the name It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful, I think, it’s so good, there are fog, flowers, trees, and so many people, just like a home.”

Xu Xingzhi smiled, because the harsh rules of the cool valley, in fact, is the most unfamiliar place among the four doors.

Lu Yujiu also laughed: "I entered the valley and was the 2,050th disciple. Now it is the last person to live."

Xu Xingzhi watched the mist drifting and whispered: "It is good to be alive."

"Living people should give them a monument." Lu Yujiu's hands on his knees clenched. "They have no monuments. I don't even know where they are buried."

"Who said it?" Xu Xingzhi whispered. "Is their monument not here?"

... is standing by his side.

When Lu Yu was unable to comprehend his meaning, Xu Xingzhi stood up and probed into his arms and took out the list of the cool valleys recorded by Lu Yujiu.

He turned over two pages and bowed down to ask Lu Yuji: "What time is it now?"

Lu Yujiu stunned for a moment, looking at the sundial instrument on the side of the temple, not skillfully judging from the knowledge that he had fallen for thirteen years: "Miding time is coming."

"Snow dust told me that Qingliang Valley does not regularly check people, morning meetings, lunch meetings, and evening parties." Xu Xingzhi took the roster to Lu Yujiu's chest. "... Today, the noon will be named."

Lu Yujiu feared: "Xu, Xu brother, I..."

Xu Xingzhi ignored his fear: "Who are you?"

"I……"

Xu Xingzhi pressed his forehead with a fan handle, and slammed his face and said: "I ask you, who are you?"

"I am..." Lu Yuji took a deep breath, "Lu Yujiu."

"Who is Lu Yujiu?"

In the eyes of Lu Yujiu, the stars flashed a decisive color, and they broke the suppression of Xu Xingzhi. They went backwards in two steps, and the robes worshiped in the cool valley etiquette: "Under the Qing Dynasty, the lower class disciple Lu Yujiu!"

"Do you have the inheritance of the last Qinglianggu master Wen Xuechen's legacy?"

Lu Yu nine eyes with tears: "Yes!"

"Wen Xuechen died because of the guardianship. His legacy is unsuccessful. Who should complete this ambition for him?!"

"..."

Lu Yujiu was numb, and the tight fists shivered slightly, and he lost his voice for a while.

Xu Xingzhi slammed: "I ask you, who is it?"

Lu Yuji suddenly slammed his tongue, and blood filled his tongue, rushing his Lingtai to an empty space: "Lu Yujiu!"

One of Xu Xing’s sleeves: “Lu Yujiu, name it!”

After throwing away the raft and **** the robe, Lu Yujiu will carefully clean up the cool valley gowns that have been carefully preserved for many years, holding the roster, stepping onto the high platform, and swinging the long sleeves, there will be a dense cloud. Cover all the sky.

The child's face, the child's body, stood on the high platform, and the arm sang the ghost spell, and the robes were stirred up by the spirits, showing a strong fire: "---------------------------------------------

After the loss of the day, the valley rushed to the scene, the smoke pillows cold, the cold air, and caused Xu Xingzhi to shake.

Lu Yu’s single-shaped single shadow stood on the stage and shouted loudly: “Wen Xuechen!”

According to the four customary customary habits, the first name is always placed in the first position, Lu Yujiu bite these three words into a sigh of relief, echoing, as if to want to teach the person lying under the wild yellow sand Can hear.

He is silent for a long time, no one corresponds.

So, Lu Yuji sank into breath and shouted the name of the next person: "Resolve the heart!"

His voice was like a sea echoing a layer of echoes, but before it fell, he listened to a thick voice and responded accordingly: "Yes!"

Lu Yuji, who was buried in the roster, suddenly looked up.

The squares are filled with tens of thousands of fireflies in a flash, and the transparent images are arranged into a square that is familiar to Lu Yujiu. Sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of the temple, the eyes are almost tenderly watching the short one. youth.

Lu Yujiu’s body is shaking with the hands of the roster. He shuddered and cried, shouting: "Jiangyuan Day!"

"Yes!"

"Wu Changsong!"

"Yes."

"Yang Lin!"

Xu Xingzhi looked at the ghosts tenderly, and his body was cold, but his heart jumped very fast.

Two thousand six hundred and eighty-seven people, a full two thousand six hundred and seventy-seven.

Lu Yujiu, the ordinary disciple of the lower class, can be almost all the brothers and sisters of the trotting leg Lu Yujiu. With such blazing love and affection, can you remember the names of these people?

Xu Xingzhi is not known, only know that Lu Yujiu, as the only living person in the cool valley in these years, is carrying the whole valley on his body.

After finishing the last name, Lu Yujiu was hard to support, and the roster of the roster fell down.

He fell to the ground and covered his face, sobbing and crying. "Sister, brother, Lu Yuji went home... came back..."

The first answer to the sound of the answer came to the stage, and looked at Lu Yuji, who was crying decently, and sternly scolded: "What to cry, not a device."

Lu Yuji, regardless of his knees, hugged his knees and cried out.

The heart is far away and hey: "I know crying."

He said, he squatted awkwardly, embraced the young man, and took a shot on his back.

Nestled in the cold embrace, Lu Yuji cried and apologized: "Senior brother, Lu Yujiu is a non-dao person... I didn't mean to mix into the valley at the beginning, I am not..."

The heart is relieved for a moment.

The body of Lu Yu Jiu Yuan Ying has been completed, and he has turned it into a ghost repair. The balance maintained by the previous ghosts and double repairs has been broken, and the ghost repairing atmosphere is hard to cover up. Since Lu Yuji entered the door, almost all the ghosts hidden in the dark have smelled his body.

After a short time, he clung to Lu Yujiu and yelled at him: "A fool."

After that, he turned his voice and asked softly: "... Can you take us out?"

Where the spirits are ghosts, their wishes are gone, and their resentment is deep, they will be bound to one place, and they will not be able to reinvent the road. They will not be able to cross the bridge, and more than two thousand spirits will be drowned for a full 13 years.

They are full of grievances and hatred, and they can't stretch them. Every time they go to the broken day, the ghosts cry in the valley, and no one can dare to enter.

Lu Yujiu said with a cry: "But... the spirit of the bounds, if you want to leave the bounded land, you can only repair the soul core by the ghost, recognize it as a ghost... a ghost slave, and then you can't reincarnate..."

Jie Xinyuan grabbed his shoulder: "... can you?"

From noon to sunset, the child who had been playing with firewood had already filled two bundles of firewood. However, he did not go down the mountain, but squatted under the pine trees and probed into the valley door to see if the two men could not come out, he would have to Going in and talking to the wild ghosts, ask them to give themselves a face, and to spare those two foreigners who don’t know how to be good.

With such kindness and pride, the child waited for two figures.

The handsome young man carrying the little one and slowly stepping out of the threshold.

The person behind him was tired and tired, even if he slept, his fingers curled up uncontrollably.

The child was relieved and faintly stunned. I felt that it was a pity that the two men did not know that they had a good relationship with the ghosts here.

Just as he was in a hurry, the young man who was behind him stood still, shallowly, and did not look at the pine tree. He only said to himself: "The kid, after going up the mountain to fight the night, remember to raise the lantern, the ghost in this mountain, There is no way to light up for you in the future."

The little boy stunned and showed his head from hiding, but the young man had disappeared like a wind.

Xu Xingzhi walked on the mountain road, and he was in a good mood because he saw many familiar faces.

Until he sensed a strange breath on his side.

He suddenly stood still, just waiting for the oncoming, two footsteps in front and behind.

“Is there a spiritual fluctuation here?”

"Yes. I don't know which **** is in the haunted place. The left and right spiritual fluctuations have disappeared. Let's take a look at the two brothers..."

The voice was cut off here, and the two men who spoke had already seen Xu Xingzhi and the sleepy Lu Yujiu.

...that is two magic disciples dressed in Danyangfeng costumes.