Ghosts are not evil

Bai Yi went to the world to search for Bai Jiaoren's memory, and accidentally met Yiwei Yanshi, perhaps it should be more appropriate to say that he is Bai Jiaoren's "elder brother" in his previous life.

Most of the female foxes who give birth to ghost foxes are not spiritually enlightened, and few female foxes who have become demons are willing to give birth to ghost foxes.

Foxes should be regarded as a rare and dedicated species, and most foxes will only have one mate in their lives.

The so-called vixen in the world are mostly influenced by the ghost fox of the same birth, and the fox needs to suck the energy of mortals for a living.

A person possessed by such a fox will become a demon in ten years.

These foxes have not developed their intelligence, they only know how to inhale, and most of them possess themselves on the prostitutes, and after ten years, they will assimilate with the prostitutes themselves, and only then will they become spirits.

The female fox who gave birth to Bai Jiaoren was not like this. She was already enlightened and gave birth to Bai Jiaoren voluntarily. Bai Yi did not know the reason.

The reason why the heavens let go of the foxes with the ghost fox's twins is because these foxes are just lascivious, and the energy they suck will at most make the victim feel extra tired the next day, and it will not hurt his life.

For this reason, those possessed by foxes are called Yanshi for men, and Yuping for women. If they have intercourse with them, it will really be better than the world.

Jade vases are rare, and the beauty is even rarer, and it is rare to see them in hundreds of years.

Bai Jiao had met him a few times before his life. It has been more than 200 years in the peaceful corner of the northern country. When Bai Jiao was alive, he led the Northern Expedition. The victory and defeat were divided. After the Bai Jiao left, the Northern Expedition was delayed again and again. The northerners have forgotten their homeland.

Bai Jiaoren has only been in the position of prime minister for six years, and his name is well known in all countries.

After Bai Jiaoren left, one of his elder brothers and two younger sisters gave up their original skins and went out of the palace to make a living on their own. Bai Yi knew that Bai Jiaoren was very close to this elder brother when he was alive. If it is a jade lotus, then his elder brother should be a crabapple flower in the wild that makes the world's lustful people bow their heads.

At that time, his name was White Pearl, which was a bit vulgar, and the appearance of the skin he chose was not as good as the incarnation of Bai Jiao, but the emperor preferred White Pearl, and he was with him every day, almost inseparable, so he could be called a Infatuated.

This kind of infatuation was behind Bai Jiaoren, but he didn't keep him, he seemed to stay here only for Bai Jiaoren.

It was rare to see an old friend, so Bai Yi invited him to have a party tomorrow. He is no longer called Pearl, but changed his surname to Du, called Du Yumen.

Biansheng picked out a skin that was very similar to Bai Jiaoren, leaning against the door and smiling, he was full of charm, completely different from Bai Jiaoren.His behavior doesn't look like Fan Lou's uncle, but rather like a swinger from somewhere.

The Buddha said that all appearances are illusory, and all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles.

Thirty years of life is like a dream in Nanke.

There is a mention of Du Yumen in the middle of the capital. It is ridiculous to say that he is beautiful and has gold and jade hidden in his hips.

"My mother taught me what it means to be romantic, but I only know flowers, streets and willows." All kinds of pain in the world, love is like the back of a knife, love is like a blade, and turning around hurts people.

After ten years in the Central Plains, Du Yumen realized that he was already a high-ranking official, and he was no longer a down-and-out scholar as his mother said. His mother's dream fell on the bank of Qiantang Lake in Hangzhou.

Du Yumen only knew that his surname was Li, his style name was Du Zhong, and that he called Du Lang.

There are merchants who often go back and forth between Yangzhou and Hangzhou, and Du Yumen thinks about it.

After having a good time with others in the middle of the night, he put on a thin quilt and leaned sideways on Jiang Xu's arm, his eyes were half downcast, and his brows and eyes were full of satisfaction: "You said earlier that the maple leaves in Hangzhou should be red in October, I want to go have a look."

Jiang Xu just pulled out from the gentle village, how could he be willing to say no to him, he snuggled up and said tenderly: "What's the problem, if you want to go, I will take you there."

Jiang Xu and Du Yumen rode horses to Lingyin Mountain in Hangzhou to see the maple leaves. Du Yumen had planned for a long time, and pointed at the mountain road with his whip: "Jiang Lang, within ten miles, I will race horses with you. If I win, I will let you go." How about going out for three days?"

Jiang Xu rode alongside him on horseback. Seeing Du Yumen's courage, he smiled and said, "What if you lose?"

Du Yumen whipped his horse and rode away, laughter echoed in the valley: "If I lose, I will pay you back on horseback."

Jiang Xu jumped on the horse's belly and followed: "You said that."

A round was won beautifully, Du Yumen smiled against the wind: "I won."

Jiang Xu saw him smiling so happily from a distance, even if he lost, he didn't care, the gold was sinking, the two rode slowly side by side under the afterglow of the setting sun, Jiang Xu called him to come closer, and leaned forward to steal the fragrance: "You won."

Du Yumen was in a good mood, stopped his horse and grabbed Jiang Xu's skirt, closed his eyes and offered his lips, and the ancient road was setting sun, and they talked to each other: "The rest, I will tell you in the bed curtain, I don't want to let you suffer."

Jiang Xu stretched out his hand and touched his cheek, lingering in every possible way: "I really love your profligate appearance, one day you will die on your body to be considered complete."

The next day, Qiao Chuan of Du Yumen dressed up and went to his Li residence. He saw a golden plaque hanging high on the door, which looked like a rich family.

At this moment, Du Yumen painted her eyebrows with powder, tied her hair with a hairpin, pretended to be a woman and pretended to be dumb, and wrote a letter, saying that she had failed to find her relatives and had nothing of her own, so she would like to come to the house as a servant girl.

The servant guarding the gate has never seen such a good color, thinking of the master's lust, he should report it to the inside, lest it will be too late to ask for the reward, Du Yumen entered the mansion in just a cup of tea.

Du Yumen was serving food for his master's house in the evening, and his eyes met with Li Duzhong's. He didn't see anything special about this Li Duzhong, but Li Duzhong couldn't help but look at him more often. With a round waist and a fat body, Du Yumen really didn't like him, or he was different when he was young, or else his mother had taken a fancy to him.

In the evening, Du Yumen was sent to the main house, and Li Duzhong asked, "Is there a parent at home?"

Du Yumen wrote: "There was a severe drought at home, and both parents died. I came to Hangzhou to find relatives but failed. Now I have nothing to rely on. Thank you for your kindness."

Li Duzhong put on a show, took his hand and said: "If that's the case, then be a concubine with me, and I will treat you well, what do you think?"

Du Yumen pulled the handkerchief from his arms, pretended to wipe away his tears, and wrote a few more words: "Thank you for your kindness, master."

Li Duzhong urged the girl to come in and wait for him to take a bath in the back room, Du Yumen spurned in his heart, sent all the girl and servants out, took a hasty bath, and was changing clothes behind the screen.

Liu Feng saw the servants in the mansion look happy outside the house, pointed at the main house from a distance, there was no shortage of obscene words, and sneaked into the house when people were not prepared, the servants in the main house asked Li Duzhong to send them back early, so that they could sing at night, which was convenient over him.

Du Yumen heard the strange sound of an exclamation choked into his throat before he could get out of the front room, and felt that something was wrong, and then someone pushed the screen and fell down, and immediately hid sideways in the cabinet, covering his mouth and nose, and saw it in the gap between the cabinet door. Li Duzhong lay there horizontally.

One person raised his sword and turned his back to Du Yumen, blood spattered all over the ground.Du Yumen was already tall, and although the closet was big, he had to squat down halfway, and when he saw this scene, he slid against the wall and quietly slid into the closet.

Liu Feng had just heard someone chatter outside the house, saying that the master's house has a new concubine sleeping with him tonight, seeing the heat in the wooden barrel, but he didn't see the concubine, looking around, he saw a huge wardrobe on the side, in the middle There is a gap left, it is hard to see clearly.

Liu Feng tightly held the hilt of the sword in his hand, walked slowly to the front of the cabinet, lifted the sword and opened the door of the cabinet, and the bright candle light shone into the cabinet, reflecting Du Yumen's pretty face.

Du Yumen was wearing only a middle coat, washed off his makeup and powder, his sword eyebrows and long eyes were only heroic, and the pupils of his eyes were amber that did not belong to the Central Plains people. Looking at the long sword that was still bleeding from Liu Feng's hand, he retreated to the cabinet wall, The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and couldn't help looking over Liu Feng at the man with a fat body and a round waist who had lost his breath. He felt relieved and felt an indescribable sense of frustration. It was so strange, but it was his blood. Father and son meet, but do not know each other.

Du Yumen held Liu Feng's sword on his neck with his bare hands, trembling all over his body, as if questioning, but also a little confused: "You killed my father, what grudge does he have against you?"

Liu Feng's brows were filled with cold and cold smiles, and he said disdainfully: "No enmity, no hatred, it's just taking people's money to eliminate disasters."

Liu Feng squinted his eyes and stared at the person in front of him. He was dressed thinly and his face had a strange color. He looked like a man from an outlander, with his head turned sideways around the house, and there was no other place to hide.

Liu Feng stabbed the sword vigorously and raised his jaw to force people to look up. Blood flowed out from between Du Yumen's fingers and dripped on his body, staining his shirt, and it was stained red. That man could not rest in peace. Du Yumen couldn't help asking: "Twenty Yu Nian ignored him, and before I asked him if he was ashamed of my mother, he died...he died, but I don't want to die."

Liu Feng drew his sword across his arm, regardless of the fact that Du Yumen's palms were already bloody and bloody, Du Yumen gritted his teeth and swallowed in pain, trying to steady his rapid breathing, his fingertips were trembling from the pain.

Liu Feng went through his words in his heart, father?The person in the closet obviously looked like he had just come out of the bath, and thought of what the servant said just now, seeing the loose skirts scattered on the ground, he made a small guess in his mind, this person disguised as a woman, sneaked into the mansion to serve his father, did he want to avenge his mother?

It was another dirty thing that the rich family did behind their backs, Liu Feng still put his sword on Du Yumen's neck: "It's up to you whether you die or not."

The weak can only be ghosts under the sword, the dim candlelight reflects the cold light of the sword, death is approaching step by step, the blood drips on Du Yumen's neck, the skin looks whiter and greasy, Liu Feng was stunned for a moment.

Du Yumen didn't want to die here, and his bloody palm slid down against his neck, seeing Liu Feng's eyes slowly moving down with his fingers, grabbing the clothes piled up beside him, his fingertips resting on the bottom of the cabinet slightly Bai, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, quickly lifted his clothes and threw them in front of people's eyes, elbowed open Liu Feng's wrist, and fled away.

Liu Feng melted his clothes with his sword, made a "呲啦" sound, and was furious for a while, swung his sword and turned around.

Du Yumen was frightened and staggered, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Liu Feng was full of killings, and seeing too much of running away in a hurry, he felt it was ridiculous, but now why did he feel compassion, and had some other thoughts, stretched out his legs to hook the round stool, forcefully made it fly up, and smashed it down in front of the door: " After leaving this door, I can get rid of you and get out quickly."

Du Yumen's breathing was disordered, and his body stood stiffly on the spot. The sword wound on his neck was not serious, but the wound on the palm of his hand was deep. Turning around, he looked at Liu Feng in blank dismay, fearing that if he missed his gaze, he would be killed by the sword.

Liu Feng cleared his throat and said, "Sit down."

Du Yumen retreated step by step to the door leaf, his loose long hair slid down in front of his eyes to block his sight, and his emotions were unstable due to fear. He had been attached to this body for less than a year, and he was no different from ordinary people. He was no match for this killer. If you want to leave, you won't be able to find a suitable body here.

Liu Feng said impatiently: "Sit down, I won't say it a third time."

Liu Feng leaned against the wall, holding the sword in his arms. Du Yumen took a deep breath, combed his fingers into his hair, and sat down on the round stool while clutching his scalp: "What do you want from me?"

Seeing his nervous collapse, Liu Feng wondered if he had frightened him, forced a smile, but looked even more frightening, and lowered his tone, wanting to comfort others: "I killed all of them. Damn it."

Du Yumen smiled a little far-fetched: "He really deserves to die, what about me..."

Liu Feng looked at him intently, and really didn't want to execute hastily: "You said you don't want to die, then tell me why you are here."

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