I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

Song Yushan felt distressed seeing it.

Just now she wanted to say that Sister Junlan cried too extravagantly, these are ghost tears!It just flowed out casually.

My mother-in-law mentioned in the record of practice experience that ghost tears are very rare treasures.

Ghost tears contain very pure spiritual energy, no matter what kind of exercises you practice, you can use them to practice or restore true energy, and the effect is excellent.

In addition, there are many magical effects.

It's just that the tears of ghosts are very harmful to the vitality. Generally, ghosts will avoid tears when they are sad, so in the world of practice, ghost tears are also very rare.

But at this time, Sister Jun Lan's tears flowed as if she didn't want money, and only a newly dead ghost like her who is not familiar with the way of being a ghost can cry so proudly!

Song Yushan deeply hated that he didn't bring a small porcelain bottle with him when he went out today, so he quickly stopped her: "Sister Junlan, don't cry anymore, if you cry any more, you will lose your life!"

"Zheyinshou?" Lu Junlan asked blankly.

"Don't you think that the more you cry, the weaker you become?" Song Yushan said, "The tears of ghosts are pure spiritual energy transformed by your ghost power!"

Lu Junlan didn't dare to cry now, she was hurt by Zhang Lang the day before yesterday, and after coming back, she felt weaker and weaker. She thought it was because of her heartache and heartbreak, but she didn't expect it was because of the tears!

Does she know how important ghost power is to ghosts. If ghost power is not enough, it will be difficult to come to the world, let alone appear in front of people.

She carefully wiped the corners of her eyes, looked at the wetness of her fingertips, and asked Song Yushan distressedly: "Is there still time for me to eat back my tears now?"

"Pfft!" Jin Da couldn't help laughing.

Lu Junlan: "???"

"I'm sorry, I was rude." Jin Dalian hastily sullenly.

Song Yushan was also amused by Lu Junlan's distressed look: "Sister Junlan, ghosts can't digest spirit energy. If you eat it back, it can't be transformed into ghost power, it will only cause indigestion."

"The monks and demons are okay?" Lu Junlan asked again.

Song Yushan nodded: "Yes."

"Sister Yushan, then quickly absorb the spiritual energy in your tears, don't waste it!" Lu Junlan said.

Song Yushan was caught off guard, ghost tears were wiped on his lips, and the pure spiritual power penetrated from his mouth to his heart.

She quickly meditated and adjusted her breath, transforming this spiritual energy into her own true energy.

"What's wrong?" Lu Junlan was also taken aback.

"Don't worry, miss, she is digesting the spiritual energy." Jin Da explained.

Lu Junlan was relieved now, and wiped it on her face again, half a drop of devil's tears was stained on her index finger and middle finger, she looked at Jin Da, then at the big goose and the little orange cat.

Put your index finger to the mouth of the little orange cat: "Come on, sister will give you something good to eat."

Chubby Ju sniffed and stuck out her pink tongue.

The big white goose straightened its neck, and Doudou casually looked at Lu Junlan.

Lu Junlan also stretched out her finger to it: "There is still half a drop."

"Gah!" The big white goose came over immediately.

The little fat orange and the big white goose ate ghost tears, fell asleep and digested, and only Jin Dayi was left.

Lu Junlan gave him an apologetic smile: "I'm really sorry, the rest of the tears are gone."

Jin Da didn't take it seriously, but thanked her for his young lady and the two little demons, and then protected them from the sidelines.

A ghost and a demon, waiting aside, silent.

When the cock crowed down the mountain, Lu Junlan and Jin Da breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's almost dawn, I'm going back to the underworld first, please tell sister Yushan, we'll talk about it another day!"

Jin Dagong expressed his understanding.

Lu Junlan immediately got into the tombstone and returned to the private house.

At dawn, Song Yushan opened his eyes.

As the sun rose, the ghostly aura in the mountains and forests gradually weakened.

Sister Junlan is still a new ghost, her ghost aura is weak, and the aura contained in her tears is much worse than that of an old ghost, but the harvest of this night is comparable to that of the most prosperous day in August and fifteenth. Practicing condensed true energy.

The big white goose and the little fat orange also woke up one after another, each gaining and benefiting.

Jin Da relayed Lu Junlan's words, and Song Yushan bowed to the tombstone: "Thank you, I will come to see my sister again tonight!"

The big white goose also bent its wings similarly, bowed its hands, and wrote the word "egg" on the ground to ask Song Yushan.

It wanted to give Lu Junlan an egg as a thank you for her ghost tears.

"Yes!" Song Yushan agreed to it, except for the eggs it promised to give itself, it can freely control the eggs it lays.

The big white goose went to see Jin Da again.

"I'll help you make custard tonight." Jin Da said.

The big white goose is relieved now.

Song Yushan, Big White Goose, and Jin Da all looked at Little Pang Ju who hadn't moved yet.

Little Fatty Ju tilted his head, raised his front paws, cupped his hands together: "Meow~"

I'll bring you a present tonight!
One person and three monsters then went down the mountain and went to the county.

On the way back, passing by the western suburbs, Song Yushan made a special trip to Yizhuang, wanting to see what kind of talent the scholar Zhang surnamed, who made Jun Lan's sister heartbroken, was haunted by ghosts and shed so many tears .

It wasn't until I arrived at Yizhuang that I found out that Mr. Zhang had already moved out of Yizhuang yesterday.

Song Yushan stuffed half a tael of silver into the manager of Yizhuang, and asked about this young master.

It turned out that Mr. Zhang was from Yushu Village, and he had come to the county early last year, planning to take the Fushui Academy's quota of exempt students.

This quota was set up by her father before his death.

Every year, her father takes some money or sends some paper books to Meng Xuetang and Fushui Academy to help students from poor families.

This exempted number of repairs is one of them.

Every September, on the Double Ninth Festival, Fushui Academy will hold an entrance examination, and the top three will be exempted from studying for three years.

This son failed the exam last year, and he didn't have much money on him, so he has been staying in Yizhuang for the rest of the year, preparing to take the exam again this year.

Today is the sixth day of junior high school, and the exam is three days away, so I moved out of Yizhuang and went to live in the county inn, saying that there are many classmates there, and it is more comfortable and convenient for backing.

Song Yushan felt it was funny when he heard it. How could it be such a coincidence that Sister Lu just appeared in front of him and moved away. Could it be that he was frightened, afraid that Sister Lu would come to him again?

Fushui County is not big, and there is only one inn, which is her family's Fumanzhai, which is both an inn and a restaurant.

Song Yushan went to Fumanzhai again, and after being guided by the waiter in the shop, he saw the young master Zhang.

This person and another scholar were sitting at the table next to the stairs in the lobby on the second floor, drinking tea and talking.

Song Yushan and his group followed the waiter up the stairs, just in time to get a good look at him.

That's it?character?pretty?

If his strength of character is his washed white Confucian shirt, and his handsomeness is his pale face, then he can indeed be called a handsome scholar with strength of character.

This appearance can't even compare to the ghost scholar who ran cool on the roof yesterday and lost his eyes, so he can fool Sister Junlan who has never seen outsiders.