At dusk, the snow was ripe, and the snow was rustling as soon as it got even more.

And every ghost is a night wanderer with broken wings.

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't see the dusk, and I wonder if the clouds were all together and the snow was ripe at dusk.

When she came out of the night, she found that the wind that had been blowing strongly after the beginning of winter suddenly stopped, and the world was so quiet that it seemed that the sound of coldness swelling in her clothes could be heard.

However, she floated to the attic of the Li family's ghost house, and in the quiet sky and earth, she saw light ice crystals as light as flowers falling from the sky. It was the heavens and man who were so skillful that they cut the water into flowers.

"It's snowing."

Nie Xiaoqian showed her shape and reached out to the snowflakes fell on her slender fingers that looked like tender green onions, white and red.

If you are still a normal person, maybe when you get up tomorrow, you will see that the red dress is very charming. You may say that suddenly it is like a spring breeze coming, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom.

Unfortunately, she is not even a human being now, let alone a normal person. Even if the weather is cold and the road is slippery, she can only light up on the snowy night.

After practicing the "Taiyin Shape Refining Method", Nie Xiaoqian remembered that it seemed that she hadn't been to Siyizhai for many days.

No matter how cold it is in winter, it cannot penetrate the bone marrow of the female ghost. However, Wang Qiongying's coquettish anger appeared in front of her, but she couldn't help but feel a little cold.

So she floated out of the Li family's ghost house and headed straight to Siyizhai.

The Wang family mansion.

Wang Lin visited Wang Qiongying and came out. His sister, who had been sick and weak for a day, would be able to get better. When she arrived in the yard outside, she saw snowflakes all over the ground. She felt a sense of worry and anger that had accumulated in her heart could not vent. She raised her legs and kicked her feet. The whole yard was shocked and she was yelling, and a circle was like a knife and a sword swept through the cold wind, and jade flying and Qiong splashed.

Bao Qin, who was running to the backyard, just arrived outside the yard, and felt a shock at her feet. She thought there was an earthquake. She was shocked and screamed and hugged her head and squatted on the ground.

The four people hidden in the dark in the front yard of the mansion felt the shock and looked at each other. One of them snorted and said, "The eighth old man from the Wang family went to Shaolin Temple to study art for eleven years. I didn't expect that his skills were so profound. I am afraid that the Beiba Gun, which is ranked 21st in the martial arts world, is not much inferior in terms of skill alone. It is indeed a fearful young man."

Another person continued: "With this Lin'er, even if you and my brothers do not have the protection of you and me in secret, you can rest assured."

But Wang Lin's kick caused a huge noise and regretted it the next moment.

Because a few angry voices came from my sister's room: "Brother, why are you crazy? She stomped her feet in the middle of the night to show off the little skill you learned from the monk temple? Is it still possible for people to sleep?"

The sound is actually very weak and dissipates by the wind. Ordinary people may not be able to hear it clearly within three or five feet.

But Wang Lin did learn a lot of kung fu from the monk temple, with clear eyes and clever ears. He was not an ordinary person, so he naturally clearly listened to his sister's words.

He was about to return to apologize to his sister when he saw Bao Qin hugging there and walked over.

Huqin trembled for a while, and seeing that there was no follow-up movement, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up and saw that it was the Eighth Master. I remembered something, and I shouted happily on my face: "Young Master, Sister Nie is here."

Wang Lin thought he had heard it wrong, and his figure flashed and shrank like an inch. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Baoqin, held her shoulders, and asked excitedly: "What, what did you say?"

Baoqin has never been so close to the Eighth Young Master like this. His delicate body trembled slightly, his cheeks were as red as if he was rubbed with rouge, his head was lowered, and his breath was like fire, as if he could not extricate himself from being shy.

Wang Lin didn't know Bao Qin's thoughts, so he kept urging him until Bao Qin raised his chin slightly and his eyes were like water. He said embarrassedly: "Young Master, you hurt me."

At this moment, in Baoqin's heart, the eighth young master always had the image of breeze and moon as gentle as jade, just like her shoulders now, and was about to break.

Wang Lin suddenly realized that no wonder that Baoqin was so painful that tears seemed to fall. He quickly let go of his hand and apologized. He was not polite and treated his servants with peace of mind. It was nothing new to apologize to his sister's maid.

Bao Qin wrinkled his little face bitterly, and gently rubbed his painful shoulders, he said, "Young master, there is no need to apologize. You should hurry to Siyizhai and invite Sister Nie to the mansion. When the lady sees Sister Nie, she will probably be able to…”

Before she finished speaking the last few words of Baoqin, she saw the black shadow in front of her. Then a horse neighed and the sound of hooves sounded. She hurried to the door, but only saw the far black shadow of the Eighth Young Master breaking into the snowy night alone.

When the eighth young master of the Wang family rushed to Siyizhai, Nie Xiaoqian was also heading to the Wang family mansion.

It turned out that when Nie Xiaoqian arrived at Siyizhai, she heard Wang Xun talk about Wang Qiongying's illness, so she wanted to come to visit her.

At this time, she didn't know that Wang Qiongying's disease was the so-called lovesickness disease. Because Wang Qiongying's disease was not easy to let outsiders know, so the people who knew about it except doctors Yao Huatuo and Wang Lin, as well as the maids who served Wang Qiongying, the other Wang family members only knew that Miss Ninth was sick.

Nie Xiaoqian wanted to go to the Wang family's door, so it was difficult to hide his tracks. She went in like the first time she accidentally entered Wang Qiongying's boudoir. Then there was a warm sedan chair, two sedan chair servants, Wang Xun who led the way, and she sat in the warm sedan chair.

The two sedan chairmen only felt that the sedan chair was as light as nothing. When they were strange, they lifted up and walked quickly without touching their feet. Wang Xun had to trot all the way to keep up.

"Eighth Master!"

Halfway through the road to the Wang family mansion, Wang Xun saw a horse galloping from the snow. Wang Lin was on the way, and the speed was so fast that it was almost like a few breaths before passing by. He hurriedly called.

Wang Lin heard Wang Xun's screams, and saw Wang Xun and the warm sedan chair, and he reacted to clamp the horse's belly. He lifted the reins and made the horse fall suddenly in the roar of the wind. When the horse's hooves were still inertia because they turned too quickly, he jumped down from the horse, clasped his fists and said anxiously: "I am Wang Lin, but everyone Nie?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that this was not a place to greet him. When he was secretly anxious and reckless, the curtain of the warm sedan chair had been opened and a graceful figure had already come down.

Just at this moment, the snow collects the clouds and rest, and a bright moon fills the world.

In front of the lantern, under the moonlight, Wang Lin saw the wonderful person in front of the warm sedan chair. His heart tightened, and he felt that his figure was as graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It seemed like the light clouds covering the moon, and the swaying wind returning to the snow. Looking far away, it was as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; observing it, it was as bright as a hibiscus and waving as a fuchsia, not like the people in the world.

Cao Zijian's description of the God of Luo, word by word, couldn't help but flash through Wang Lin's mind like lightning that broke through the sky of the dark night, flashing one by one, and he was stunned.

"This is the eighth young master of the Wang family."

Over there, Wang Xun whispered a reminder.

When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, she lowered her head and said with great blessings.

After all, Wang Lin was a martial arts practitioner from the monk temple. Although he was a lay disciple, he had also meditated and recited scriptures and meditation. The moment of shock passed, he immediately came back to his senses, and said intimidation, and he stepped forward a few steps to see him again.

When Wang Lin made progress, Nie Xiaoqian subconsciously took two steps back.

Wang Lin looked at it carefully and thought that his behavior was unlucky and abrupt, so he quickly retreated.

He didn't know that in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes, he had no melancholy eyes or sighing fibrous roots, but he was more distinctive than the fireflies in the dark, because his qi and blood were extremely strong. From a distance, he looked like a burning stove. When he approached, a burning wave of heat hit her, which made her feel uncomfortable, and it was not because of rudeness.

Although Nie Xiaoqian practiced "Taiyin Shape Refining Method" and absorbed a lot of literary energy, she did not last long, and her ghost was not strong, and could not withstand the impact of the qi and blood of the martial arts masters.

It is usually said that if a ghost wants to harm people, he must first confuse people, because if he does not first fascinate people, he will not be able to get close to them.

After the ceremony, Nie Xiaoqian returned to the warm sedan chair, thinking about the problem of this person's qi and blood. In the future, it can be judged based on the degree of qi and blood. Whether this person is a martial arts master, a master, or a master.

Then I thought that this young master of the Wang family was young but had a wide body of muscles and bones. Perhaps he was a martial arts genius who had seen him once in a century. It was really amazing. If one day opens the Ren and Du meridians, wouldn’t he want a flying dragon to the sky?

In this bizarre world, but I can't do it like in martial arts novels. When a knight who wishes to be revenge, walking on the world with a sword and regretting her ghost body, she recites: "The thick eyebrows and whisper like thunder. When she hears it, she puts a cup when she hears it. She goes thousands of miles in the sky with a sword, and I don't want to go back again after the second."
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