Longevity starts from Liaozhai

Chapter 62
"Ghost, I scared you away."

"so?"

Wang Fu's face turned red, the ghosts were scared away by him, why did he call for help.He suddenly realized how could he be so brave.

"Brother Wang, rest early, we have to hurry tomorrow morning." Qin Chuan yawned.

Wang Fu whispered: "What if the female ghost comes again?"

"She can be scared away by you once, and she can also be scared away by you a second time. Now it means that ghosts are afraid of you, not you."

"Makes sense."

The old man Fang and the coachman in the middle house came out to have a look, and when they heard Wang Fu say that they had scared the ghost away, they said it was hard to believe that it was probably Wang Fu who frightened himself.

Qin Chuan returned to the room, and the lights were like beans.

Under the dim light, a puddle of water slowly evaporated a faint blue smoke on the ground.

Yuhu next to him apologized, "My lord, I broke up this brat."

"Let's leave now, you can go back to the screen to rest."

"promise."

The two painting demons returned to the screen.

Qin Chuan closed his eyes and rested.

The little ghost just now was too weak, and if he didn't pay attention, he would shatter Yuhu's soul.Presumably it was doing evil in the village before.

Yuhu's fighting power is actually stronger than Qin Chuan expected.

He also has a painted skin ghost in Mili, and when he returns home, he can let Yuhu practice with the painted skin ghost solo.

Before dawn, Qin Chuan went to Zheng Village next door to recruit the land god, and asked about what happened near it.

The land god told about the origin of the little ghost, because he didn't really kill anyone, and the other person came from the manor of the ghost mother in Banyuepo. The land couldn't afford to offend the ghost mother, so he had to turn a blind eye.

What did Qin Chuan say? After all, there are not many incense offerings to the land god in the nearby villages. The last time Qin Chuan beat the wolf demon, there was a little heat, but it dissipated quickly.

The Earth God is still squeezed by the Kitchen King Temple and the Dragon King Temple, and the incense has withered.

With this little incense, how could the land god work so hard.

When he arrived in the east, his belly turned pale. Qin Chuan called Wang Fu, who hadn't slept all night, and the coachman, who hadn't slept well, and quietly left Qin Village.

At noon, Qin Chuan arrived home.

Wang Fu withdrew his men.

Moving the screen to the main room, Qin Chuan called out Yuhu and Bingyan to let them know each other.Anyway, they are all demons, and they won't scare each other when they meet.

Speaking of which, there is still no normal person in the family.

Qin Chuan can even change the name of the yard to the Alien Shelter.

After Qingqing knew the origin of Yuhu and Bingyan, she was very surprised.She never thought that the people in the story could appear in the world alive.

It's a pity that she can't speak, otherwise she would definitely chat with the two painting monsters.

As for the yellow sand, it is still passing through the waterway honestly.

This guy is willing to work hard, and he didn't steal or play tricks.

Qingqing was very ashamed and reported to Qin Chuan that if Huangsha's current progress was made, the water veins could be opened up by the end of the month, but Qingqing seemed useless.

Qin Chuan told her that what Huang Sha did was rough work, and it was fine for Qingqing to be responsible for the finer work in the future.

And he also said that he plans to expand the yard.

I will be busy in the future.

Qin Chuan took the paper and first conceived a four-entry house drawing.

then,

Practice!

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The disaster situation outside the city is urgent, but it does not hinder the endless singing and dancing in the brothel.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not interlinked.

Even disasters are the talk of officials and scholars. Years of famine and disasters are indeed terrible for the common people, but for the powerful gentry, it may not be a bad thing.

Following the printing and publication of the follow-up part of Marrying the Right Man on the Wrong Sedan Chair, there was an upsurge of reading this book in the brothel.

Who in the world doesn't want to marry a good man?

Among them, women in brothels are especially popular.

Even if she is an oiran with countless red silks, what she thinks about in her heart is still being able to marry a good man in the future.Don't ask him to be a high-ranking official, don't ask him to be full of gold and jade, as long as he is a good man and can treat them like a brothel.

If you get on the wrong sedan chair, you can still marry the right man.

It's a very beautiful thing.

Lancao, the oiran of Linchuan Huafang, has read the scriptures about marrying the right man in the wrong sedan chair several times, but it is just a script, no matter how good it is, if you read too much, you will get tired of it.

The boring thing is why doesn't the author have a new book?

Lan Cao thought of the Song of Water Tune at the end of the Dragon King Temple Fair.

"My ambition is limited..."

She recited that poem many times, and was impressed by the man's talent every time.

It's just that Qin Xianggong hasn't made any new words since then.

It's funny to say that Lan Cao wrote that poem and posted it in the lobby of Linchuan Painting Boat, so that no scholars wrote poems in Linchuan Painting Boat for a long time.

Because it was done by people at that time, and he was still a very young scholar who lived in Lingzhou City.Wouldn't it be a joke to write lyrics in front of other people's masterpieces if the level is poor?

The strange thing is that the owner of Linchuan Painting Boat did not drop the poem because of this, and he was not afraid of offending the guests.

But those who know the inside story know that the real owner of the boat is Lan Cao.

"It's impossible to continue like this. We need to hold another poetry meeting."

"Is it just Qin Xianggong who will come?"

Although Lan Cao has a special identity, that is, the incense master of the Wenxiang Sect, she still hopes to live a peaceful life in her essence.

She hopes to marry a good man and quit the arena.

Qin Chuan was the target she was looking forward to.

With her status, she can't be a wife, but it should be possible to be a concubine.

So Lan Cao organized a poetry meeting and invited Qin Chuan to participate.

But when the invitation was delivered, it was rejected.

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Qin Chuan has been practicing very diligently recently, when he suddenly received an invitation for a poetry meeting from Linchuan Painting Boat, he felt at a loss.

This Linchuan painting boat was so stingy, he only sent an invitation card, and wanted him to attend some poetry meeting.

The last time he prostituted himself in the red building for free, he was given a sum of money in reverse.

Speaking of it, this is not a white prostitution.

After visiting a brothel, people still pay for it, what should this be called?
Qin Chuan couldn't think of words to describe it for a while.

Anyway, if you know how to describe Linchuan Painting Boat, it is stingy!
Perhaps other scholars would think that they would become famous by painting boats in Linchuan, but Qinchuan was not short of fame.Or maybe they want to get to know dignitaries.

But even Qin Chuan and Yujiang Longjun can be said to know each other.

After all, he was specially given a psychic big yellow croaker.

Qin Chuan couldn't bear to eat it!
Hey, Qin Chuan really wanted to eat the big yellow croaker, so forget about training the yellow sand into a wolf-skin weapon soul.

It's just that the big yellow croaker works hard every day to open the waterway, so what's the point of eating people?
Qin Chuan still held back his momentary appetite.

As for the yellow-lipped fish at home, because it has no aura, it is useless for Qin Chuan to eat it.

He is picky now, unlike when he just woke up, he was able to eat a big chicken every day, which was very good.

There is a saying that it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

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Lan Cao sent someone to deliver the invitation card, but was rejected.

It happened that her best friend, Su Xiang, the owner of the Red House in Lingzhou, was also nearby. When she heard about this, she smiled and said, "My good sister, you are not in the world. You are not short of fame or future. How can you be like me?" You can come here with just one invitation."

"Then what should we do?" Lan Cao was very melancholy.

Su Xiang smiled and said, "Add more money."

(End of this chapter)