River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 4
In the deserted mountain and wild temple, the orphan girl in the night, facing her request, Jiang Ling was cautious.

Sitting up suddenly, seeing the girl's figure, she is indeed graceful and pleasant.

He asked her, "What's your name?"

The girl shyly replied softly, "The little girl's surname is Nie."

The surname is also right.

"But the locals?"

"No, the little girl was originally a courtier's daughter. She took office with her father, but she met a robber on her way, and her family was killed. Only the little girl managed to escape under the protection of her father. But... even so, she is lonely and helpless now gone."

As he spoke, he covered his face and wept, lovingly and pitifully.

"The little girl has fled all the way here, but she really has nowhere to go, and it's getting late, so I want to ask my little lord to take the little girl under your shelter for one night!"

If a normal woman,

Jiang Ling has no objection. Being accompanied by beautiful women in the barren mountains and wild mountains can at least relieve loneliness.

It's just this woman, is it normal?
Lanruogu Temple, surnamed Nie Gunv.

This scenario is not unfamiliar.

I wanted to be like that scholar surnamed Ning, so I directly rejected him.

But when I thought of coming to this world inexplicably, and encountering these things in a daze, it was like a dream.

If you still abide by your duty and be careful in the dream, wouldn't that be a waste of such a dream?

Thinking of this, my heart cleared up: "There is no need to say whether to take it in or not. Speaking of which, the girl and I are also considered to be the same people who have fallen in the end of the world. The girl doesn't have to be restrained, please feel free."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang."

With Jiang Ling's consent, the girl wiped away her tears, approached timidly, and sat opposite the fire.

They looked at each other by chance several times, Xiafei's pretty face, her head drooping.

Although Jiang Ling had slept before, his body was still tired, he said a few words, and fell asleep again.

Soon, the dream will come back,
In the dream, a giant turtle broke through the water from the muddy river, and on its back, there were golden pages flashing, and the light-spotted characters shone brightly on it.

Suddenly, a foreign object in his arms trembled,
Jiang Ling woke up startled from the dream, took a closer look, and saw that the scroll seemed to have moved a few times.

Looking around again, the woman in the long skirt approached at some point, she untied the slender ribbon with her delicate hands, and the blue long skirt slid down like a waterfall.

In a blink of an eye, icy muscles and jade feet were exposed, and there was not an inch of hair on the whole body.

"Miss Nie, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ling widened his eyes and sat up straight.

"Fortunately, Mr. Xiaolang has taken you in. If you don't dislike her, the little girl is willing to promise her with her body as a thank you for taking her in."

The woman walks over in steps, with a natural charm.

Jiang Ling looked directly at him without avoiding his eyes.

Since the other party took it off on his own initiative, he didn't have to pretend to turn his head away.

"Girl's kindness, I don't want to reject it, but I'm weak right now, can you agree another day?"

If this really entered into a certain plot, how could there be any reason to push away a beauty when she came to her door?
The woman was slightly taken aback when she heard the words,
It's probably the first time I've heard this answer.
Men, whenever they encounter this kind of situation, they will either go hungry or yell at them with a hard heart, just like the scholar surnamed Ning.

But this kind of answer, promise in the future?

Being stared at by Jiang Ling, the woman couldn't help but feel embarrassed even if she took the initiative.

"Put it on first, it's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

"Thank... Thank you, Mr. Lang."

The woman had no choice but to pick up the long skirt and put it on again, and then she took out an ingot from somewhere and presented it to Jiang Ling.

"Since the lord is willing to accept the little girl, the little girl's belongings are the lord's. Please accept this ingot."

Jiang Ling looked at Yuan Bao, frowning slightly.

In Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio, Nie Xiaoqian seduces people with her beauty, but if nothing works, she will use money to confuse people.If someone is really tempted by money, Luo Sha will come to his door that night.

"May I tell you the girl's name?"

Although women [waizi] can't easily say their names, but in the current situation, what else can't they say?
"The little girl's surname is Nie, and her single name has the word 'Qian'."

Nie Qian.

In "Zhu Xuezhai Manuscript Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", Nie Qian is Nie Xiaoqian.

'It's really not a coincidence, I really entered into this story! '

Jiang Ling sighed in his heart, after understanding it, when he looked at Nie Qian again, he still didn't have the slightest fear.

He just said: "I'm not used to using women's money, you keep this ingot for yourself, and if you have money on your own, you will feel more at ease in your heart.

If you are sincere with me, I will treat you sincerely.If there is a need for help, just words, I will be generous. "

Hearing these sincere words, the woman's expression moved slightly, as if she had been treated like this for the first time.

When he looked at him again, his gaze became more respectful.

Heart said: Although this person's eyes are hungry, his heart is still a gentleman!
"Go to bed early, if you want, you can go to Guobei County with me tomorrow."

"Ah."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The woman was leaning against the fire, biting her red lips lightly with her white teeth, several times she hesitated to speak.

Around midnight, Jiang Ling felt a foreign body shaking in his chest again.

This time the shaking was violent, and after only two or three clicks, the picture scroll stuck in his arms flew out of his arms.

In a daze, Jiang Ling opened his eyes, only to see a blue-faced and long-toothed thing inexplicably three feet away in the meditation room.

It has a blue complexion, a head like black charcoal, huge eyes, a round belly, and clawed and slender limbs.

When I saw it, it was rushing towards this side.

And when the scroll in Jiang Ling's arms flew out, it happened to bump into its head.

In the next moment, the scroll unfolded, and a man and a woman appeared out of thin air.

It's just that a few sharp claws emitted a blue light, and the green-faced and long-fanged thing disappeared on the spot.

Then, the man and woman turned around slowly, with smiles on their faces, blunt and weird.

Smiling and laughing, he floated down again, turning back into a piece of paper.

Beside the fire, the woman couldn't help screaming and shivering, looking at the picture scroll with deep fear.

And Jiang Ling finally made up his mind after a short moment of astonishment.

——That's right, it must have been something in this painting that saved him in the empty valley before.

But this painting was made by himself, but how can it have such power?
"I kindly took you in, but you want to kill me?"

Suddenly, he asked the woman.

The woman's delicate body shook violently, and she knelt down immediately, explaining that she had nothing to do with it.

"Mr. Lang, the little girl didn't intend to kill your husband. The Rakshasa just now is beyond the control of the little girl. This...all...are arranged by grandma."

Fearing that Jiang Ling would not believe it, she pointed to the blackened ingot on the ground, and cried, "Every time grandma asks us to come out, she is not allowed to return empty-handed. I...I really didn't want to harm my husband..."

"Humph!"

Even though she really had no intention of harming others, when the Raksha ghost appeared, she neither reminded nor stopped her, which was a kind of laissez-faire attitude.

Based on this,

Jiang Ling didn't need to be polite to her anymore.

"Why only target me? Why don't you target that scholar? Could it be that you are really kind?"

Jiang Ling's expression became displeased.

(End of this chapter)