Not long after, Anyang took out another bottle of Wuliangye, threw it to Yan Chixia, and started drinking with him.

Not to mention other aspects, the modern winemaking process is definitely far beyond that of ancient times, especially distilled wine. Not only is it clear and transparent in color, it is many times better than the ancient turbid wine, it has a high degree of degree and a strong fragrance, which is completely incomparable to the so-called "water wine".

Yan Chixia is a standard alcoholic. If he can tolerate the temptation of delicious food, the wine will be completely his nemesis. He started drinking it with the wine in his arms.

Even Yan Chixia's liquor was a little uncontrollable even with Yan Chixia's alcohol content. As people became more drunk, their relationship with Anyang quickly became closer. Anyang did not dare to let him drink too much, for fear that he would not wake up from a sudden crisis at night.

Anyang pretended to be unintentional, "Brother Yan, how long have you been in Lanruo Temple?"

Yan Chixia did not doubt that there was him, and thought for a while and said, "It will take fourteen days to calculate, and it will be half a month tomorrow. I wonder if that crazy man Xiahou is chasing him."

Anyang's eyes narrowed, and it would be half a month tomorrow, which also means that Ning Caichen would come here tomorrow. At the same time, the Xiahou that Yan Chixia said would also come.

Yan Chixia burped and said, "Anyang, what kind of wine is your wine? It is better than the tribute wine I secretly drank when I was doing things for the court!"

Anyang said: "Homemade, if Brother Yan likes it, I'll bring you a cart when I get home!"

Yan Chixia smiled and said, "Okay! Hahaha, I'm not intimidated by you. I have an agreement with the monsters here that I can only kill bad people. If I kill a good person, I will get rid of them. I see that you are handsome and majestic. You must not be a bad person. As long as you can withstand temptation, monsters will not dare to kill you!"

An Yang curled his lips, thinking that your warning did not seem to work. The thousand-year-old tree demon at the critical moment was also ruthless. He still had to eat people if he should eat people.

At night, he took his parcel and went upstairs along the decaying stairs beside him.

It will soon be the first time he saw a ghost in his life. He was really nervous. Nie Xiaoqian thought it was extremely beautiful, and I don’t know who is more beautiful than in the movie!

He pushed open the door, raised the oil lamp in his hand, but held the mobile phone as a mirror.

Sure enough, through the screen of the phone, he saw a white shadow flashing behind him, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a pale but fairy-like face, staring at him calmly, his scattered hair covered his face by the wind, and there was a kind of sadness that made people want to take care of her.

"Shen Yun is somewhat similar to what Joey Wong played, but it is obviously more beautiful. Perhaps the difference is that she is a real female ghost, and Joey Wong is a personal one."

"No wonder in this wilderness, there are so many people who are willing to do whatever they want for her until the tree demon is sucked away from the blood of the flesh."

The white shadow left lightly, and the door closed quietly.

Anyang felt a little uneasy and was pounding, but he thought he hadn't seen anything. He hung the painting he bought in the house, found a mat in the corner of the wall, spread it on the ground, and sat down cross-legged regardless of the blood on it.

Seeing such a sad and beautiful Nie Xiaoqian, he was not so scared, and gradually calmed down, but he kept his eyes open and did not dare to fall asleep.

...

As midnight approached, a strong wind blew, and his door suddenly opened, but outside the door was the scene of another room. The lights were brightly lit, smoke was shining, the candlelight was shaking, and the gauze curtain was sitting. A very beautiful woman was gently scooping water with a melon scoop to wash her white and tender arms.

Her skin is as white as snow, her skin is as coagulated, her bright eyes are white, her beautiful eyes are so sophisticated, and she looks so pitiful to me. She is indeed a peerless beauty.

Anyang took a look and saw that the bucket was covered with red rose petals, blocking the looming peak. He was stunned and stood up and walked out the door.

Nie Xiaoqian covered her eyebrows and looked at him shyly, but she also looked at him with a charming attitude.

An Yang did not look sideways, walked to the door and stopped, gently closed the door, and closed his eyes again as if he didn't see it.

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, then waved her hand, and the wooden barrel candlelight in front of her disappeared one after another, and a white dress flew from afar, wrapping her perfect body.

Shortly after An Yang closed his eyes, a gentle knock came from outside the door. He opened his eyes and said calmly: "The door is not locked."

The door creaked open, and a woman in white walked in, her eyebrows and eyes were full of pitifulness. As she was in the movie, she threw herself on Anyang as soon as she came in and said, "Young Master, I'm so scared!"

Anyang felt that his body was soft and light as if nothing was missing. The lines on the woman's body were scattered and could smell the faint fragrance. He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his mood, and said lightly: "Miss, don't be anxious, what are you afraid of?"

Nie Xiaoqian raised her head and looked at him pitifully: "Young Master, I dare not sleep alone in this wilderness."

Anyang gently pushed her away and said, "Since all girls know it's a wilderness, why do you have to come here?"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, her eyebrows were flowing, and her expression suddenly became sad: "Ah! My parents and I passed by here, but we met the evil people. My parents were both harmed by the evil people. Only I escaped under the cover of my parents' desperate efforts. I took advantage of the night to escape into this dilapidated temple. But I heard the sound of wolf howlings here, and the gusts of wind and doors and windows, and I felt even more scared!"

When she said these words, she was sincere and her face was filled with sadness that she couldn't pretend. If Anyang hadn't known the plot, he would have believed her.

It is true that Nie Xiaoqian and her parents passed by here, and it is true that they met bad people. But she was the first to be killed. Her parents never tried to protect her and escaped, nor did they escape into the ruined temple. His parents just buried her ashes under an ancient tree. Now she is just a lonely ghost controlled by the thousand-year-old tree demon.

Thinking of this, Anyang sighed and said, "Girl, I see that there are wilderness ridges outside the Lanruo Temple, and it is not easy for you to pass through the woods to get here!"

Nie Xiaoqian quickly looked up at him, her eyes emitting tears, and she said softly: "Yes, young master, you have to pity others tonight."

Anyang looked down and continued, "But the girl has clearly passed through the thorny forest, but why is she dressed neatly, even the white fairy group of landfall is spotless?"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned and her expression suddenly became sank!

This scholar is so smart!

Anyway, grandma is at a critical moment recently, and she must absorb the yang energy, essence and blood. In order to complete the task, even if this person is not deceived, she must hand him over to grandma. She simply does not do it and just ignore the Taoist priest!

She turned to Anyang and poked her head out, opened her red lips lightly, and slowly let out a mouthful of white smoke. However, she saw Anyang turning her head as if she had expected it, avoiding her charm, took down a painting hanging on the wall, folded it and handed it to her.

"Miss, since you are alone, I will give you a painting. May it be with you and spend the night together. When tomorrow dawns, please leave here as soon as possible. Everyone has their own destination. Lanruo Temple is not a place to stay for a long time."

When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, her eyes were low and for some reason she felt bitter.

"Ha, everyone has their own destination..."

Her golden tower was controlled by the Thousand-year-old tree demon, and she didn't know where she was. She wanted to be reincarnated, but the Thousand-year-old tree demon didn't give her this opportunity at all.

As soon as she opened the painting, she was stunned and quickly closed it!

"Young Master, this painting...where did you come from?"

Anyang said: "When I passed by Guobei County during the day, I saw someone selling paintings on the roadside. I saw the woman in this painting as beautiful as a fairy, but she fell to being sold by a stinky hawker on the street. She was really humiliated, so I spent all my savings to buy it back. I thought it was a fate with me, but I didn't expect that when I saw the girl, I suddenly realized that this painting was bought for the girl."

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and she looked at Anyang with a little more unbearable look. She put away the painting, remembered her grandmother's explanation, and gritted her teeth and said, "Young Master, the ancients often said that spring night is worth a thousand gold at a moment. Today, you and I are destined to be together. The young master gave another painting to the little girl. The little girl liked it very much, but she couldn't repay her, so she had to promise her. She hoped that the young master would not dislike it and not let this short night down."

As she said that, she threw herself into Anyang's arms with charm, took off her clothes, picked up Anyang's hand and put it into her chest. The gauze on her lower body hangs down, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and tight legs, which are dazzlingly white.

An Yang's heart trembled, his palms were full of smoothness and plump. He looked down at him, but only saw a piece of snow-white skin, and quickly took his hand back.

"Girl, please don't do this. Although Xiaosheng has no family, he is definitely not a man of Meng Lang. If the girl is lonely, Xiaosheng can play the flute and tell stories to the girl, but ask the girl to respect herself."

Although Nie Xiaoqian is tender, tender and pitiful, it really makes people feel pity, but he knew that if he really had an idea about Nie Xiaoqian, the thousand-year-old tree demon would suck him into a mummy before he could kiss the beauties, and Yan Chixia might not be able to save him.

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and in a daze, she saw the painting in front of her again. She used to be a lady of a wealthy family. She had not yet fallen into such a field, and was even more unlikely to seduce men every night. She felt even more depressed. She slowly stood up from Anyang, ready to be scolded by her grandmother, picked up the painting on the ground, and walked out the door barefoot.

"Since that's the case, I'll leave. The young master is right. This Lanruo Temple is not a place to stay for a long time. As soon as tomorrow dawns, please leave here quickly."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Anyang quickly grabbed her: "Wait... I don't know what your name is yet."

Nie Xiaoqian turned around and his voice softly and pleasantly: "Young master, my name is Nie Xiaoqian."

Anyang said: "My name is Anyang."

Nie Xiaoqian pushed open the door, pressed her hands on the door, and turned around and said, "Young Master Anyang, let's leave today. I'm destined to see you again, but... I hope we won't see you forever."

Hearing this, Anyang knew that he had a good impression of Nie Xiaoqian, but he would be here tomorrow night. The intimacy has not been enough. It can ensure that today's stability is not guaranteed, but tomorrow may not be guaranteed.

He quickly reached out his hand: "Wait..."

Nie Xiaoqian turned back again: "Young Master Anyang, is there anything else?"

Anyang took out a bamboo flute from his bag and said, "Since Miss Xiaoqian is lonely, why not let me play a flute song for you, right?"

Nie Xiaoqian chuckled, her face pale, nodded and said, "Okay."

Anyang immediately raised the flute and started playing it. It was the original version of the theme song of the Ghost Story of the Chinese Ghost Story of Zhao Guorong and Joey Wong, and the name was the Ghost Story of the Chinese Ghost Story.

At the end of the song, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes flicked and said, "This song is very nice, but the sound of the flute is too light and the feeling of blowing it with a flute should be better."

Anyang's eyes lit up and he said, "Miss Xiaoqian also knows the rhythm. It's so good. I don't know if the girl has a flute. I can bring it here tomorrow night and let me play another song for you."

Nie Xiaoqian's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly said, "No need, the young master should leave as soon as possible tomorrow."

Anyang pretended to be a little disappointed and said, "This is how it is, but I still know a lot of stories. But I wonder if Miss Xiaoqian is interested in spending this long night with Miss Xiaoqian?"

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Xiaoqian is grateful." Nie Xiaoqian shook her head and walked straight out of the room.

Anyang stretched out his hand and wanted to keep it. He didn't take it back until the door was closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Nie Xiaoqian is kind and weak, and being forced to be accomplices for tigers over the years has made her feel fragile and easily moved.
Chapter completed!