Chapter 322 Xiaoqian, I, the thief, am here

It was pouring rain, the ground was littered with corpses, and blood was flowing like a river.

The swordsman is cold and cruel, the scholar is weak, but Cao Jie and his group are like fierce bandits, full of murderous aura.

Glancing at the swordsman with disdain, Shi Xiu, the "Desperate Man", shouted, "Xiahou, why didn't you respond to the imperial summons?"

"Are you from the new dynasty?" Xiahou snorted coldly and said loudly: "I, Xiahou, am used to being free and easy. I cannot be a lackey."

Since ancient times, people who practiced martial arts and defected to the imperial court have been given a very bad name, which is called "hawk dog".

After learning literary and martial arts, his goods went to the emperor's family.

But only a few people can actually climb up. Most people can't eat the grapes and say they are sour, pretending to be noble and pretentious.

Firstly, after becoming an official, there are many personnel matters to deal with, which can easily delay one’s efforts in cultivation.

Second, he said that if he joined the government, he would be suspected of bullying others and would have a bad reputation. Even if he did not bully others, other sects would easily become jealous and gossip about him and stab him in the back.

Actually, I just don’t have that ability.

How can one learn martial arts without resources? And among all the resources in the world, no one has more abundant resources than the imperial court.

Xiahou and Yan Chixia compete for the title of the world's best swordsman. Xiahou has the ability to be a captain in the Jinyiwei, but his personality is too paranoid.

In the original novel, even though Xiahou was devoured by the tree spirit and turned into a mummy, when Yan Chixia was burying his body, he still moved and wanted to kill Yan Chixia.

His obsession with becoming the best swordsman in the world can be said to be like an obsession.

Not daring to conflict with Cao Jie and his group, Xiahou retreated quickly and soon disappeared in the white rainstorm.

Shi Xiu: "Hmph, he is stubborn. Brother, I will go and teach him a lesson."

"It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words, just let him be!"

Cao Jie looked at the scholar who was standing timidly in the rain.

He was wearing cloth shoes and a long blue cloth gown, and carrying a bookcase on his back, which was commonly known as "rain-killing" because he had a straw raincoat hat on top of the bookcase like a raincoat hood. Once it rained, he would put on the hat and it could keep him warm for a while even in a rainstorm.

But it’s useless now with such heavy rain.

"Scholar, come here."

The wet chicken walked forward cautiously, holding the corner of his clothes with both hands, with a terrified expression: "..."

"The court is preparing to hold an imperial examination. Why don't you take the exam?"

"..."

The scholar said in a voice that only he could hear: "I don't have the money for the trip..."

"what is it call?"

"Ning Caichen!"

Cao Jie threw a silver ingot and said, "Go take the exam! There are demons everywhere here, and it's not something a scholar like you can participate in."

"Thank you, sir! I will return after I collect the money..."

"Let's go back now! Otherwise you won't be able to go back." Cao Jie said with a smile.

Lu Zhishen shouted, "You scholar, don't you understand what I'm saying? Go back and take the exam now, maybe you can get top three. Why are you wasting your time here?"

"Yes, yes, yes... I'll reply right away!" Ning Caichen didn't dare to refute and was terrified.

After the protagonist was driven away, Cao Jie became the only protagonist.

Xiaoqian, I, the thief, am here!
The summer rainstorms come quickly and go away quickly, and soon the sun is shining brightly.

The forest surrounding Lanruo Temple is eerie and mysterious.

The thick and dark aura that is invisible to the naked eye makes the vegetation here appear distorted, like ghost hands reaching out from hell to the world of the living.

Following a road covered with weeds and passing through dense forests, Cao Jie saw a dilapidated temple. The temple was located in the mountains, just blocking the north-south passage. It was surrounded by dense forests. The trees with twisted roots and lush branches and leaves blocked the sunlight. Even though the sun had not yet set, the forest seemed dark and cold.

When we arrived in front of the temple, we heard the croaking of crows and saw the mottled gray walls covered with vines.

No one cleaned up the fallen leaves, the wind blew them around, and the whole place was in a mess.

There was a stone tablet in front of the mountain gate, which was half covered by snake-scale-like vines. Lu Zhishen used his Zen stick to push away the vines, and the three words "Lanruo Temple" were clearly engraved on the stone tablet.

Without deliberately exerting the power of the God of Pregnancy, one can sense a sinister feeling.

"elder brother."

Lu Zhishen whispered, "I felt it. What a huge wood demon."

"Are you sure?"

"Even if ordinary locust trees have cultivated for thousands of years, they cannot turn the tide."

"Our goal is not just to get this locust wood monster... follow the plan!"

Pushing open the temple door, we walked through the square covered with bird droppings and entered the main hall that showed signs of fire.

Soon, the sun set behind the hills, and the world fell completely into darkness, with the world of the living being covered by the world of the dead.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind appeared in the eastern corner of Lanruo Temple. Clusters of bamboo grew between the broken walls, and the steps were covered with rotten leaves. In the middle was a large pond full of wild lotus flowers.

The monks' quarters on the east and west sides were also in disrepair due to rain erosion.

The underworld descended upon the human world, and as an evil wind blew, gusts of cold air spread out, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the bamboo leaves.

The evil wind blew up dust and fallen leaves, which were flying all over the sky. The dead leaves swirled in the air and fell down one after another. The door of the Buddhist temple suddenly opened with a bang.

The monks' quarters and palace, which had just been in ruins, were suddenly filled with chilly winds and flickering candlelight.

In an instant, the surrounding ruins transformed into elegant houses and paths, all of which are extremely exquisite and full of the graceful beauty of the Jiangnan region.

Amid the fluttering tulle and swaying candlelight, two rows of graceful women with long sleeves walked out. They had double buns on their heads, and each of them had delicate features and a face that was almost transparent and fair. They came out one after another with candles in their hands, and stood neatly on both sides of the stairs, one on the left and one on the right, and bowed towards the center.

She called out delicately, "Welcome, grandma!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared under the candlelight.

The figure gradually grew upwards to form a solid entity, then turned around.

This person has a man's appearance and women's clothing, with a high-cornered bun with beads on his head, cold brows, bloodshot lips, and a dark gold straight-collared, wide-sleeved shirt and a pleated long skirt. Just by walking slowly towards you, you can feel a strange and ghostly aura coming from him.

"A bunch of extremely yang flesh and blood has arrived at my door! I am just thirsty!"

The voice sounded like that of a man or a woman, and seemed to be far away or near, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

At this time, a young girl walked out from the group of female ghosts. Compared with the other female ghosts, this girl was as inferior as heaven and earth.

She was wearing a white gauze palace dress with a wide neckline, long flowing sleeves, her black hair hanging down to her shoulders, a jade belt around her arms, her skin was as white as cream, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid.

The most beautiful in the world!

"Grandma!" all the female ghosts called out in unison.

"All of you go, and you must charm this group of people. I will kill them one by one and devour their vigorous blood. When the time comes, I will definitely give you a share."

"Yes!"

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The night wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Cao Jie was itching to see the classic scene finally happen.

Xiao Qian! I need you to help me practice.

(End of this chapter)