Chapter 262 Shi’er (4th update!) “Boom, boom, boom…” “Click!” As evening approached, suddenly a strong wind roared in the sky, and there was lightning and thunder. In a shabby house by the river, a scholar in a gray gown was in a hurry, covering the rice paper on the table while leaning forward to close the wooden window. “Dong dong, dong dong.” Having just closed one window, before I could move to close the second one, there was a sudden knock on the old and leaky door. The scholar looked at the window that was pouring in the strong wind. He hesitated for a moment and chose to come to the door first. The moment he opened the door, heavy rain fell with a loud crash. "Old man, you are here to take shelter from the rain, come in quickly." Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, the scholar quickly invited him in and helped him to sit down in front of the bed. "My article!" He just straightened up and saw the rice paper wet by the rain blown by the wind. The scholar cried out in distress and hurriedly ran over to close the window.
The white-haired old man sat on the bed like a wooden stake, staring at the scholar with his gloomy eyes. When the scholar was not paying attention, his snow-white hair swelled wildly, and the roots pierced the void like silver needles. "Dong dong dong, dong dong dong." Just when the long hair was about to touch the scholar's body, the door that was constantly leaking was knocked again. "Here comes another shelter from the rain." The scholar turned around to avoid the long hair, walked quickly to the wooden door, opened the door and said: "Come in quickly, come in quickly." The moment he opened the door, the old man’s wildly swollen hair quickly shrank back... In front of the door, a man wearing a raincoat and holding an iron ax stepped through the door and came straight to the old man. The old man looked at him indifferently, his voice hoarse and dry: "Is something wrong?" The man said nothing and sat down next to the old man. The scholar looked at the man and then at the old man. He always felt that there seemed to be some connection between them, but it seemed that the two people did not know each other. As time passed little by little, the sound of rain gradually faded away. A trace of irritability gradually appeared in the old man's eyes, and his white hair quickly grew longer behind him, slowly creeping towards the man in the raincoat. “唰.” The man in the coir raincoat suddenly grabbed the long hair that came to his side and pulled it hard. The old man suddenly let out a cry of pain. With the faint light, the scholar who saw this scene was stunned. By the way, how can a person’s hair be so long? Also, how did that hair get to the man in the raincoat? "you wanna die!" The old man shook his head desperately, but when he couldn't get away, his body suddenly slid towards the man, and a pair of long nails stabbed the man's throat hard. The scholar who wanted to know the situation widened his eyes and his calves kept trembling. With such long nails, is this old man still human? “Bang, bang, bang…”
The man and the old man struggled together, smashing everything in the scholar's sight like they were demolishing a house. A moment later, as the oil lamp tipped over, the rice paper on the table was quickly ignited by the flames. The two men were fighting in the flames with fists and axes, so much so that the scholar did not dare to step forward. He even did not dare to go through them to fetch water to put out the fire for fear of hurting himself. Seeing the flames getting bigger and bigger, the anxious look on the scholar's face became more obvious. He took advantage of the gap between the two of them to fight and tried to put out the fire. However, he was knocked to the ground by a strand of white hair, and he fainted instantly... The heavy rain gradually stopped. In the darkness, two figures holding umbrellas came slowly. The man wielding the ax took a moment to take a look, and saw a man and a woman. The man was burly, holding a Maoshan compass in his hand, carrying a long black knife on his back, and seemed to have a herring flying on his left shoulder. The woman has a graceful figure, a bamboo hat on her head, and a black cat in her arms, like a fairy walking out of a painting... That’s right, it was Qin Yao and Shi Shi. "You stand here and don't move, I will rescue the unfortunate scholar." Qin Yao put away the compass and said with lowered eyes. Shi Shi nodded slightly: "Okay." Qin Yao closed the paper umbrella and handed it to her hand. His body disappeared instantly, and he came to the scholar like a ghost, grabbed his lapel, and flashed him outside the house. Throwing the scholar at Shi Shi's feet, Qin Yao raised his hand and drew out the God-cutting Sword. With a thought, he escaped underground, appeared behind the old man, and stabbed him hard in the back of the heart with a sharp knife. "Ho, ho, ho." The old man opened his mouth wide and kept moaning in pain. Finally, with a bang, it turned into a black smoke and was sucked into the long knife. Qin Yao turned his wrist, inserted the long knife smoothly into the scabbard on his back, turned around and walked out of the house. The man with the ax raised his head and glanced at the crumbling beams, then ran out quickly and came to the three of them. "Is your name Shi'er?" Qin Yao looked at the scholars on the ground and the wooden house by the river, and asked in a deep voice. The man holding the ax was slightly startled, and a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes. "Finally found you." Seeing the other party's silence, Qin Yao breathed out softly and smiled. Although he doesn’t know whether he can kill the nine-tailed ghost fox by joining forces with master Yan Chixia and rewrite the ending of the fairy in the painting. But what he knew clearly was that without Yan Chixia's help, he would definitely not be able to kill the ghost fox. So he took Shi Shi with him, looked for ghosts with his compass, and kept asking about Yan Chixia's whereabouts. After five days of questioning eleven ghosts and monsters, only now did I gain anything. Furthermore, he also knew very well that this gain did not come from his own persistence. Without the help of the system's "low-profile version of the protagonist's halo", even if he found the end of the world, it would be difficult to say that he could just enter the plot! Shi'er looked at him blankly, and wanted to ask what you were doing with me, but was restricted by the master's gag order and did not dare to speak... "Take me to see your master. I have something very important to discuss with him." Qin Yao said seriously. Shi'er didn't know sign language. He had countless doubts in his heart but was unable to speak. He could only keep pointing at Qin Yao's lips. Qin Yao could probably guess his mood and thoughts at the moment, and chuckled: "Do you want me to explain it to you?" "Huh..." Shi'er breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly. Qin Yao thought about his words and said, "I am a descendant of the Maoshan sect, and my surname is Qin. You can call me Taoist Master Qin.
Recently I met a very powerful ghost king. I definitely cannot defeat her just by relying on my own words. I heard people say that Taoist Master Yan Chixia Yan has great magical power and great swordsmanship, so I have been looking around for his whereabouts until now. " ‘My master will not help you get rid of the demon, he is not that old-fashioned and warm-hearted. ' Shi'er thought in his heart, shaking his head and waving his hands at Qin Yao, showing strong resistance. "My house!" At this time, the scholar who was knocked unconscious by the hair demon finally woke up, stood up and looked at the house that was burned in the sea of fire, and scratched his hair in pain. Originally, he thought that being so poor that he had to eat dirt would be the lowest point in his life, but now it seems that he still underestimated his low point. Being so poor that he didn’t even have a place to eat dirt and sleep was truly poor! Looking at the scholar who was about to cry without tears, Qin Yao's heart moved slightly. He pointed at Shi'er and said, "He burned down your house." Shier: “…” Scholar: “…” (End of this chapter)
