With a "clang" sound, the willow wood sword was pulled out from the stone, turned into a white light and turned back. Zhou Gan held the hilt of the sword. Looking at it, it looked more like a rotten wood in the mountains, rather than a treasure of the immortal family. Knowing that this is a sign of the disappearance of the spiritual light, if it is used again, it is probably because the material of the thousand-year-old willow wood will be damaged, and it will be hindered to sacrifice the immortal sword "Bai Ling" in the future. After all, this thousand-year-old spiritual wood is quite precious. If the old white ape had not been swaying in the cliffs of the mountain stream for a long time, it would be difficult to find it in normal times. Therefore, it would be useless.

Just as he was sighing, Xiao Liu had already run away and disappeared. He must have gone after the Tianmo Corpse Fire Pill. This magic pill is particularly attractive to people from other sects than Zhou Gan. If it is oilier than rats, the beauty will already be salivating to the pervert.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a blue sword light shot from not far away, one meter long, the hall was brilliant and the fairy spirit was misty. Looking at his appearance, you will know that the person who controls the sword was a Taoist sword immortal, and Zhou Gan looked particularly familiar.

As he was puzzled, a strong wind blew by, and the sword light stopped rushing and stopped three feet in front of him. The strong figure stood up from Kuanhou Jian and laughed: "I said who is it? It turns out that it is the junior brother here. Why, the junior sister of the fairy is willing to let you out of the mountain?"

"Second Brother?" Zhou Gan said in surprise. The purpose of his trip was to find two senior brothers in Yangzhou and hand over the letter. He didn't expect to meet him here. What a coincidence?

The two met by chance, and they were getting close to each other. After talking about some past events, Song Dazhu smiled and said, "I heard people say there are rumors of ghosts here in Yangzhou. It happened that there was nothing wrong these days, so I came here to take a look. However, I would have met you, a kid. It was really a coincidence and it was hard to express!"

Zhou Gan suddenly realized that there was such a reason. Song Dazhu said again: "I saw a lot of demonic aura circling above the palace in the distance, so I rushed over immediately. What happened?" As soon as this said, his heart sank, and he still asked.

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Gan finally decided to tell the truth. He believed that the second senior brother's character would not betray his own family. Therefore, except for the "Taishang Jingxin Art" passed by Senior Sister Lu, the rest were told that even practicing Yinsha Sword to the magical power of this demon sect was told to him. No matter what, his family said now that he was much better than waiting for others to speak without saying anything. After all, paper cannot cover the fire.

After hearing this, Song Dazhu scratched his head in distress and sighed, "Young brother, what are you doing, you must practice the demonic magic technique of Lao Shizi. If you hear this for Senior Brother Qin, you don't know how long it will be angry. He cares about these differences the most, but you can't blame you all for this. It's just that the situation is forced to do, and it may not be better to call it a senior brother. I will hide this for you. In short, don't practice it again in the future. The magic skill is the best and charming mind, but it's not my old Song's words!"

Zhou Gan immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. The second senior brother was so generous and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior brother, for including it. Nothing will happen in the future!"

When Song Dazhu heard this, he patted Zhou Gan on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "My fellow disciples, how can you say nothing?"

With a big move, the sword light that stopped in the air suddenly turned into a giant sword and retracted it into the scabbard of his back. A man fell down. When he looked at it, he saw that it was Pu Shanlin Pu Shusheng who looked listless and had red eyes.

Zhou Gan wondered, "What's the situation?"

"This scholar seems to have fallen in love with a goblin."

"Oh? This is strange, what's going on?"

"I was touched by my old Song and slashed her with a sword."

“…”

A dark spot in the sky kept growing, Xiao Liu's figure appeared, and he shouted excitedly: "Brother Zhou, I searched around and found three heavenly demon corpse fire pills. This time I made a lot of money!"

After glanced at Song Dazhu's sturdy body, he was stunned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Old Song Qingcheng sent a disciple of Yuxu Peak." Song Dazhu bowed.

Xiao Liu's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly shouted at Zhou: "Brother Zhou, run away! He is a decent person!"

“…”

After a while, Xiao Liu remembered that his 'Brother Zhou' was also a disciple of Qingcheng. The two of them were the same disciples. They said embarrassedly: "After a long time, I almost forgot." Zhou Gan could only smile bitterly and laugh at himself.

Three days later, Song Dazhu was chatting with Xiao Liu at the door of Hu'er's mansion. The second senior brother was open-minded and did not care about Xiao Liu's origin. He even taught him a lot of experience in his practice, but he got along quite well.

"Senior Song, Brother Zhou is coming out today, right?"

"Well, my junior brother said that he would guard the tombs for two elders in the mortal world for three days. Today is the last day."

While speaking, Pu Shanlin walked out of the house with his hair disheveled hair, holding a pen in one hand and rice paper in the other. He spoke strange words and said, passing by the two without looking back, as if he had not seen them at all.

"Is this sour scholar sick again? Go to the coffin shop every day to write paintings and poems, or do you want to pay tribute to the ghost wife? Where did he get his wife?" Xiao Liu said inexplicably.

"A scholar, there is no one who is not stupid or crazy."

The sun sets, and it is almost dusk. The sky is filled with red clouds, the west wind is rolling, and the dead leaves are flying. It is a good time for parting. The four of them walked side by side and walked out of the city. The shadow slanted eastward, becoming more and more slender.

"Pu Shusheng, your illness is cured?"

"Where did the little student get the disease? The six young heroes must not corrupt the reputation of Liuxian."

"Okay, my mind is not broken, and I won't delay going to Beijing to take the exam."

"The young student will not go to Beijing and will not take the top scorer anymore. Life is like a flash of time and is fleeting. If you only waste it on fame and fortune, wouldn't it be a pity!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"The Central Plains, the mountains, rivers and rivers are so majestic. If you don't look at them, it will be like pearls covered with dust and sharp swords covered with ashes. It is a pity. Also, the young student wants to write a book that will write about the sorrows and sadness of the world and the vicissitudes of life."

"I can't tell that you have such ambitions. Have you thought about the title of the book?"

"The tentative title is "The Legend of Ghost and Fox". It has not been thought about it yet, or it is not known that it is named after my study. However, the first article has been completed. How many heroes can imagine it?"

"Oh? Then I'll borrow your treasure book to read."

Zhou Gan took the paper, Xiao Liu and Song Dazhu both came over, the ink fragrance was soaring, and the slender fonts fell into their eyes, like sand scratches, full of joy.

'Ning family, from Zhejiang, is generous and generous, and respects oneself. Every couple says: "There is no different life...'

"This is the young actor's self-reporter-" Pu Shanlin explained beside him.

"Is that true?" Xiao Liu looked at him with disbelief on his face.

The story is very exciting, and it is quite similar to his experiences in the past few days. A scholar stayed at the demon temple overnight and met a female ghost. The two fell in love. However, the master of the temple, the tree demon grandmother stopped him and was forced to separate. Another sword immortal called the Chixia Taoist. He was beside the temple and asked for help. The two went through a lot of hardships and finally killed the demon and destroyed the demon. The scholar hugged the beauty back...

"A few years later, Ning Guo became a Jinshi. His ghost wife Nie gave birth to two sons, one Liu'er and one Gan'er, both of whom were in the official position." Zhou Gan said silently after reading it, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Liu'er? Gan'er?"

"We both became your sons?" Xiao Liu said angrily.

"Let me listen to the explanation of the young master," Pu Shanlin waved his hand quickly and said, "The two heroes are of great quality and extraordinary skills. If they are displayed on paper, they will inevitably attract too much energy. However, if they are born, there will be various subsequent things."

When Xiao Liu heard this, he immediately calmed down and patted his shoulder and said, "Then let the Sixth Son write a more majestic man, and I won't care about your mistake."

"Actually, I envy you guys even more." Pu Shanlin said emotionally.

“Why?”

"Although the characters in the Xiaosheng's works can travel up to Qingming and go to the underworld, they are still imaginary, but they can truly experience this situation. If the Xiaosheng is a storyteller, the entire life of the heroes is a living biography chapter."

The three of them looked at each other, not expecting that Pu Shanlin's sour scholar would have such emotion. They all felt incredible. After a while, Zhou Gan laughed and teased: "It seems that Zhou must act his own story very wonderfully, so that he can live up to his life's ambitions and not be inferior to you!"

"Then let's compete with Daxia Zhou to see if you did it well or I wrote it well!"
Chapter completed!