Today's sky is a little dark, and dark clouds cover the sun, making the earth look a little dark.

This is an empty hill with dark green trees vaguely spreading up the road up the mountain.

There are grave mounds on the mountain, standing in rows there, and this is a cemetery.

And because of the dark clouds, the air here seems a little cold.

In addition, the occasional wind blows, which can make people here feel the cold that penetrates their bones.

"Click..." A footstep sounded, and it seemed a little abrupt in this quiet cemetery.

Li Si stepped on the stairs of the cemetery and walked up step by step.

Because of the convenience of ghost management, he once instructed the people in the Immortal Sect to contact the people from Hong Chao to build cemeteries.

And the one in front of me is one of them.

This is Beishan Cemetery, a cemetery north of Hongcheng.

It is also the cemetery with the longest time and the most graves.

The reason why Li Si is here now is to find someone here.

Or to be precise, it is a ghost.

The reason why Qi Sanniang was able to come to this world was because an intermediate ghost appeared in this world.

Now, Li Si is here to find him.

Li Si stepped on the steps step by step, and at this time there was no other sound except his footsteps.

There has never been anyone to take care of this cemetery, and no one needs to take care of it.

So at this time, he was the only one here in this cemetery.

Li Si walked for a while and reached the hillside. Then he stopped and looked at a deserted place where there was a tree and nothing else.

He paused, then took a step and continued to walk upwards.

"Did that person see us just now?" a white-faced ghost asked in a low voice under the tree.

His face seemed to be painted with white paint, his eyes were completely black, without a single white, and he looked a little cunning.

Next to him was a child, a girl, a little different from that little ghost. She looked pretty and cute, like a porcelain doll, and looked very festive.

But her eyes were filled with white silk, which showed that she was not a human.

"Probably not, I have never seen a mortal who can see us."

The white-faced ghost showed a look of greed in his eyes, "Do you want to eat him?"

"No, the underworld now has very strict control over cannibalism. If we eat him, we will end up scattering in the future." The girl shook her head, obviously not agreeing.

"Haha, we don't eat his soul body, we just eat his body. This way, although there will be some punishment at that time, we will never break our soul body. What's more, the underworld may not be able to find out that it was done by us."

The white-faced ghost smiled strangely.

Hearing his words, the girl also showed a look of desire in her eyes. Then she seemed to think of something, shook her head and said regretfully: "You are very calculating, but it's a pity that someone took the lead."

When the white-faced ghost heard this, he was slightly stunned. Then his face changed slightly and he turned to the top of the mountain. At this time, a scholar in white was standing there.

The scholar in white seemed to feel something. When he saw him, he grinned and showed his sharp and white teeth.

"Master Shan." A look of panic appeared on the white-faced ghost's face, and then he quickly shrank his body.

That's the Shan Master. Some time ago, the underworld brought people from the Immortal Sect to strangle him, and he was able to escape unstoppably.

Master Shan even took off a city god in the underworld and killed several disciples of the immortal sect.

If there was no big man from the Immortal Sect who shocked Shan Ye back, he would have been killed by Shan Ye.

He can definitely not mess with such a role.

Thinking of this, the white-faced ghost face showed a look of pity, and that person was also unlucky. If he waited for someone to eat, he would still have the chance to reincarnate. But if he was to be eaten by Shan Ye, even if he had no chance to reincarnate, he would have no chance to reincarnate.

"Let's go." The girl next to her also showed a look of fear on her face, and she pulled the sleeves of the white-faced ghost. But she knew that this mountain master not only ate people, but also ate ghosts.

"Yes, okay." The white-faced ghost nodded, and then the two went to their residence.

On the other side, Li Si was also feeling something. Looking forward, she saw a platform on the top of the hill. On the platform, a scholar in white was standing in front of a desk, holding a brush and burying his head writing something.

He walked up to the platform and approached, and saw the scholar in white writing.

Li Si looked at it quietly without making a sound.

The scholar in white was a little surprised to see Li Si not speaking, but he was still patient and wrote poems.

"One or two, three or four, five or six, seven or eight, nine or ten or eleven, and they flew into the grass without seeing them."

Li Si frowned when he looked at the poem. He also studied a lot and even passed the provincial examination first place. At this time, he felt a little awkward when he saw this poem.

The title of this poem is Yonghua. The first three sentences are ordinary, while the last sentence seems to have the meaning of sublimating the first three sentences, but it seems too far-fetched.

Of course, this person's handwriting is pretty good, and he seems to have practiced it specifically.

"Why did you frown on your face?" The scholar in white put the brush aside and then asked Li Si.

He felt a little angry. He looked at people who seemed to have read some books before, so he was going to do some elegant things before eating this person.

But now it seems that although this person is wearing scholar's clothes, he is actually just a common thing.

"Your poem is not very good." Li Si shook his head and said.

"Ha, do you understand poetry too?"

Hearing Li Si's words, the white-clothed book laughed so much that it was even more angry.

"Understand more." Li Si smiled. He didn't care about the anger of the ghost.

The scholar in white sneered and said, "Okay, since that's the case, just write a poem to read. If you can't write it..."

Speaking of this, he paused and continued, "If you can't write it, I will never give up."

At this time, his eyes were a little vicious. If this person could not write a poem, he would snatch the man from the raw meat slices and eat it in one bite.

Thinking of this, even the fluid flowed out of his mouth.

When Li Si heard him say this, he nodded, walked in front of the desk, picked up the brush beside him and started writing.

"The bright moon leaves the branches and shocks the magpies, the breeze sings in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says good fortune, and listen to the sound of frogs."

When the scholar in white saw this, his brows slowly frowned. He understood poetry, so he could naturally see that this person's poems were very good. Moreover, his calligraphy has become a master, with a strong writing style, comfortable and realistic, and grand and natural style. This is far from comparable to that of him.

This calligraphy alone made him crazy jealous.

"Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three rainy spots in front of the mountain. In the old days, I saw the road turning around the stream and bridge suddenly. "

Li Si raised his pen and wrote "The moon of Xijiang in the tenth year of Hongwu, written by Xin Qiji in the Huangsha Road at night."

"Your name is Xin Qiji?" The scholar in white looked at Li Si and asked in a hoarse voice.

"That's right." Li Si smiled and said.

Of course, he was unwilling to plagiarize other people's poems. If so, he wanted to use the names of those poets to spread their poems in this world.

It’s just that the time is too short and it’s not allowed.

"Good poem." The scholar in white nodded and put the paper written by Li Si aside.

Then he looked at Li Si and said in a cold voice: "Then do you dare to compete with me with the painting?"

His eyes were full of blood and no longer looked like a human being. He looked like a madman at this moment, and his eyes seemed as if Li Si had rejected him, so he was about to eat Li Si.

When Li Si heard him say this, his expression paused slightly, and then he smiled and said, "If you want to compare, then compare."

"Okay!" When the scholar in white heard this, the crazy look on his face disappeared and he returned to his original appearance.

It seems that if he achieves his goal, he will become a human.

But although human beings recover, they cannot change the fact that they are ghosts inside.

Then the scholar in white thought for a while, then picked up the brush, and the pen was drawn with a dragon and snake. With just a few strokes, he outlined a tiger.

The black ink on the white background is ferocious and terrifying, with bloody mouths spreading, as if they were about to pop out of the painting, and they would choose someone to eat.

"roar!"

At this moment, the tiger in the painting suddenly roared and jumped out of the painting. A white tiger about meter long appeared, looking at Li Si with his eyes.

"What do you think of my painting?" The scholar in white smiled and looked at Li Si with a look of pride in his eyes.

When Li Si heard this, his expression paused, looked at the tiger beside him, and nodded, "It is like a miracle to paint it. Zhang Deqi's flesh and Lu Deqi's bones are considered very good."

Hearing him say this, the scholar in white became even more proud. He decided not to swallow Lingchi later, just swallow him alive.

"But your painting is not as good as it is." Just as his face showed a proud look, Li Si said again.

After the sentence, the white-clothed scholar's face immediately changed, his eyes looked at Li Si in a cold voice, and said, "What are you? Do you dare to say that my words are not gods?"

"roar!"

The white tiger next to him also opened his bloody mouth and roared, looking at Li Si sternly.

"You... probably haven't seen a real tiger?" Li Si paused and said after hearing this.
To be continued...