Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Although the Minmin Merchandise Store can't be called rich, it is the result of years of operation by the four brothers. At least the ostentation of the house is one of the best in Xiling Town.

Connected to the main entrance are the front yard and the main hall, which are used for receiving and entertaining guests. Behind the main hall, there is a square and neat backyard, with a study room and a bedroom for four people to live in.

The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated quickly, and in a blink of an eye, twilight covered the courtyard, and Di Dongqing and Mu Chuan hid in Zhao Ji's bedroom. Not long after, Lu Zhengqiu also came back from the inn to join them.

Zhao Ji's bedroom is located in the middle of the backyard. Through the porch of the front hall, one can see the mourning hall in the front yard.

The ever-burning lanterns were shining along the two sides of the mourning hall to the backyard. The pale candles swayed in the darkness, making the shadows of the trees sway in the wind.

The three of them hid side by side in the darkness, leaning against the wall and looking out through the gap between the window leaves.I just saw the branches of the leaves cast a large shadow on the ground, which was bright and dark, swaying indistinctly.

Lu Zhengqiu stared at the candle for a while, then said casually: "If there is a ghost, would he like white candles? Dongqing, if my day comes, can you light me some colored candles, I will I don't like being so deserted..."

Di Dongqing was shocked, and hastily stretched out her hand to cover the mouths of the people around her, and bet back the unlucky words, while prevaricating: "Master...you mean the day of marriage worship? It will naturally be lively , to welcome guests from all over the world, entertaining them like people or ghosts..."

Lu Zhengqiu was dumb, his mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, he just looked at his lover's flushed cheeks because of nervousness, and felt the touch of those callused palms on his lips.

Mu Chuan didn't hear the jokes between the two, because he really didn't want to listen to jokes.

In the eyes of people who are afraid of ghosts, shaky shadows are more terrifying than complete darkness.The dark wind not only shook the candle, but also made his back feel cold and his scalp numb.

The palms of his hands holding the handle of the knife were soaked with sweat.

Di Dongqing lightly poked his arm: "Mu Chuan, if you feel unwell..."

Mu Chuan shook his head and said, "It's okay, I, I can bear it."

"But……"

"I want to find my master."

The words of persuasion had already slipped to Di Dongqing's lips, and when they met Mu Chuan's words, they got back into his stomach again.

People who are afraid of ghosts want to avoid ghosts out of necessity.The lost disciples want to find the master, but because they want it.

The reason why people are human is that desire can overcome instinct.A person with strong wishes cannot be dissuaded.

So, Di Dongqing just patted him on the back, trying to drive away the cold air rushing up his neck as far as possible.

Mu Chuan inhaled and exhaled deeply, calmed down, and tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.

He used his left hand.

There were three shadows in front of the mourning hall, dressed in Qian Sunli's clothes, kneeling quietly in the candlelight with their heads lowered.

Mu Chuan focused his attention on the dummy, like a hunter waiting for his prey.

Just when his eyes were sour and his mind was heavy, the dummy finally moved.

Dummies don't move by themselves, it's the wind that moves them, fast and fast.

The wind also shook the candles away, and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard danced violently, and the rustling of the branches was like a rainstorm.

A black shadow appeared in front of the mourning hall.

Mu Chuan's trembling stopped.

The long wait finally came to fruition, but Mu Chuan sank down, and said in a low voice, "Brother Dongqing, Master Zhengqiu, you all hide here, don't go out."

"En." Di Dongqing nodded at him.

Mu Chuan flashed out of the room door, escaped into the darkness, carefully hid his footsteps, and sneaked step by step towards the mourning hall in the front yard.

Di Dongqing stared at Mu Chuan's back with the same eyes, her cheeks were tense because of tension, as if the person who was pacing was not the other party, but herself.

Lu Zhengqiu said in his apprentice's ear: "You are so worried about him, but you still let him go."

Di Dongqing was silent for a while, and said: "Although he looks stupid, he has backbone. I can't stop a person with backbone."

Lu Zhengqiu was slightly surprised: "It seems that you talked a lot when I was away."

Di Dongqing's face became hot, and said: "We just talked about Master."

Lu Zhengqiu also turned his gaze to Mu Chuan's back, and said: "Although he is timid, his body skills are very solid. His master must be a master."

Lu Zhengqiu was not in a hurry, he knew that his judgment would be confirmed soon.

Mu Chuan had passed through the two doors of the main hall and stepped into the front yard, his back cast a long shadow on the ground, shaking unceasingly.

The sound of footsteps can be hidden, but the shadow cannot be hidden.

Between Mu Chuan and Oni, there are only three dummies kneeling and bowing their heads.

A cloudy wind suddenly picked up, and the ghost moved.

A snow-white cold light flashed from the pitch-black figure, a thin sword like a willow leaf.

The thin sword swung high, then fell down without hesitation, slashing at the back of the dummy's neck.

The dummy was originally kneeling on the ground, its head was pierced by a sword, and the clothes and hats rolled off and scattered. What dripped from the sword mouth was not blood, but cotton wool and sawdust wrapped in the clothes.

The ghost finally showed a look of astonishment, and suddenly raised his head, a pair of cloudy eyes floated from under the black cloak.

At the same time, Mu Chuan drew his knife out of its sheath, taking a heavy steel knife.

Fighting hand to hand, one person and one ghost hit the opponent with force at the same time, and at the same time retreated a few steps, drawing a distance between each other enough to test the opponent, holding their breath and waiting for the next move.

Of course ghosts don't fight with people, and Mu Chuan no longer needs to be afraid, because that dark figure is not a ghost, but a human.

Since he is a human being, he can defeat him, he doesn't need to look around, as long as he fights with all his strength.

However, he was too happy too early, because people may not be easier to deal with than ghosts.

The Willow Leaf Swordsman did not attack directly, but jumped into the complicated banners.Mu Chuan stood in the light, nervously holding the blade in his hand, even though he could see all directions, it was difficult for him to catch up with the opponent's footsteps.

The swordsman shuttled through the darkness, casting several phantoms, which were magnified one by one by the flying curtains, sometimes huge, sometimes slender, overlapping and changing, strange and bizarre.

It is no wonder that Qian Sunli regards him as a ghost, his whereabouts are really erratic like a ghost, and his sword is piercing from all directions, making it impossible to guard against.

Unbelievably, Mu Chuan blocked his attacks one by one.

The young man who was still drenched in fear and covered in cold sweat just now, now his footwork is as steady as a mountain, responding to all changes without change, dancing the steel knife in his left hand into several clear shadows, blocking all the tricky sword paths of the opponent.

Fighting at close quarters, sparks splashing, clanging voices high and low, like a piece of music, the cold melody danced quickly, penetrating the thick darkness.

This melody is flowing and flowing, but it is too manic and urgent, fighting for a moment of time. It is a melody related to life, and it is really not suitable as an elegy, resounding above the mourning hall.

There are two musicians, but their thoughts are different.

Mu Chuan just wanted to suppress the opponent, he wiped away the opponent's offensive with a heavy front, and looked for opportunities to stop the fight.However, the swordsman involuntarily took him to his death, and every sword was a fatal angle.

Di Dongqing, who was hiding in the room, gradually realized this, and said, "Master, that person's attack is too fierce."

Lu Zhengqiu pondered and said: "He just killed the dummy first, and defended Mu Chuan later. He should come here for revenge, and he is quite familiar with the terrain of the courtyard, so he should not be an outsider."

Di Dongqing's palms were already sweating: "Could it be really Zhao Ji? Could it be that Zhao Ji's falling off the cliff has something else hidden?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "If he is Zhao Ji, then Mu Chuan is a stranger to him, and he really doesn't have to press so hard."

Di Dongqing said: "Such a gloomy and restless aura coexists, it's almost like..."

"Yue Baiyu?" Lu Zhengqiu said the name for him.

He couldn't help but shudder.

If this person is Zhao Ji, he should have been to Wuxi Village not long ago. Could it be that he is also related to the Demon Sect?

Many doubts gradually gathered in his mind into one thought - this person must be kept.

He said in a deep voice, "I'm going to make a move."

Lu Zhengqiu hesitated and said, "You..."

"Master, don't worry," he interrupted the other party's question, "I have a measure."