White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 86 Xiaoqian ([-])
Fights come and go as fast as they come.

Ning Caichen only saw Xiaodie's figure rushing towards Qiao Chen'an who entered the room, followed by a blazing golden light, beheading him into fine powder, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, turning into a stream of light, and finally returned to Qiao Chenan's hands, turning into a small broken sword.

Ning Caichen tidied up his clothes, with palpitations still on his face, he walked quickly to Qiao Chen'an, frowned slightly and said: "Chen'an, even if there is something wrong with her, and she did such...that obscene things to me, but It's not a crime to die, how could you take her life?"

Qiao Chenan laughed and said, "Brother Caichen, do you think there are any bones left after her death?"

Ning Caichen was stunned for a moment before saying, "I'm also wondering about this..."

Qiao Chen'an said again: "Although I and other scholars don't believe in ghosts and gods, whether Brother Caichen believes it or not, there are indeed ghosts and ghosts in this world. The woman just now is not a stranger, but a female ghost in this temple who harms people That's all!"

"This...is it really so?!"

Ning Caichen looked at Qiao Chen'an hesitantly upon hearing the words, but what he saw in the latter's eyes was only affirmation, he couldn't help but sighed softly, and said, "I never thought you and I would meet a female ghost..."

Although he was a scholar, he was also a courageous person, so he didn't have much fear.

Ning Caichen suddenly remembered something, looked at Qiao Chenan in disbelief, stared in disbelief and said: "Joe, brother Qiao, you were just..."

His eyes fell on the small sword in Qiao Chenan's hand, and his mind was filled with the scene of killing the female ghost just now with the golden light boiling.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Qiao Chenan knew that he could no longer hide the matter of being a cultivator, and there was no need to hide it, so he said calmly, "Brother Caichen, listen to me slowly..."

When he was about to tell the story of how he met the old Taoist priest and was taught some cultivation methods, of course, he automatically omitted some secret things involved.

Ning Caichen's eyes sparkled when he heard this, and he couldn't stop being amazed. He smiled and said, "I never thought Brother Qiao would have such a blessing... There are really such strange people in this world, but I am ignorant."

The candles in the room were brightly lit, and the two talked to each other, but they didn't know that everything that happened just now fell into the eyes of the other person.

Xiaoqian stood alone in the courtyard, the shadow of the eaves enveloped her, her red lips were covered with a bare hand, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise, her chest heaved slightly, she couldn't be calm for a long time.

She didn't expect that the man who was still in her arms a moment ago would be a practitioner. It was ridiculous that she still wanted to use this look to seduce him. Now that she thought about it, she was simply asking for her own death.

The scene of Xiaodie being killed by a sword is still vivid in his memory. Although her cultivation base is not as good as her own, it is not too far behind.

Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt a deep fear, and her body trembled slightly. She was originally a ghost, and she didn't know the cold and heat for a long time, but now she felt cold all over.

But after the fear was over, she looked at Qiao Chen'an with a bit of anticipation in her eyes. The little flame of liberation that was buried deep in her heart, longing for freedom, burned more and more vigorously in her heart, and finally turned into a raging flame, devouring her .

Once this idea was born, it grew uncontrollably and crazily, echoing endlessly in her mind, unable to calm down anymore, she suddenly made up her mind.

If you can't be freed, you'd rather be wiped out.

Ning Caichen seemed to be quite interested in the matter of cultivation, he pulled Qiao Chenan to ask questions, his face was full of excitement, he didn't feel sleepy until late at night, and fell asleep again.

Qiao Chen'an was disturbed by him, so he forgot about Xiaoqian, and when he was about to take a rest, he suddenly heard a few elegant and clear piano sounds.

Only then did he realize that there was a third person in the courtyard, so he pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, following the sound.

From a distance, I saw a beautiful figure in white clothes in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Qiao Chen'an walked casually, stepped on the wooden bridge, and came to live in the middle of the water.

The white curtains covered the small pavilion, hanging down, and slowly swaying with the night wind.

Xiaoqian was sitting in the pavilion, with a guqin in front of her. Her white and green jade fingers caressed the strings, and the notes danced at her fingertips.

She plucked the strings lightly, her movements were as elegant as a dancing peacock, and the white gauze was flying like a white swan under the night sky.

Qiao Chenan subconsciously closed his eyes and listened. The sound of the piano seemed to turn into gurgling water, hitting the cobblestones, or like a bee flapping its wings to fly among the flowers, bringing the breath of spring, which made people feel refreshed.

But, gradually, the sound of the piano changed, breaking the previous leisurely, like a heavy rain pouring down, and the flowers were broken; the river dried up, revealing the cracked riverbed.

The sound of the piano became deeper and deeper, and Qiao Chenan's frown became deeper and deeper. Although he didn't know the rhythm very well, he could feel a strong sadness from the sound of the piano.

There was an abrupt clang.

Qiao Chenan opened his eyes and looked forward, but saw Xiaoqian sitting in front of the guqin blankly, her hands were still on the piano case, but the string under her jade fingers had broken.

Under the moonlight, Xiaoqian's face was dead gray, her eyes were dull, she stared straight ahead blankly, for a long time, suddenly two crystals rolled down.

Qiao Chenan sighed softly.

There was silence in the pavilion, only the sound of the wind blowing through the curtains. It took Xiaoqian a long time to come back to her senses, only to realize that there were two more tears on her face and her eyes were moist.

She didn't get up, but knelt in front of the guqin, pressed her snow-white forehead to the ground tightly, and said, "Please save Xiaoqian, my lord!"

His voice was choked up, and a pair of weak shoulders kept trembling, as if he was under tremendous pressure invisible.

The moonlight cast a slender shadow behind her.

Qiao Chenan said: "Get up!"

It was only when the voice came out that he realized that he didn't have any other abnormal emotions as he thought, but was very calm.

Looking down at the kneeling woman in front of him, he didn't know what it was like.

A shadow of another person appeared in front of him in a trance. In Qiantang City, the weeping Lihua was kneeling in the house, begging himself to rescue him from the hands of the ghost king. Oh, how similar the situation was today!
In fact, long before he heard the sound of the piano and came to the pavilion, he was thinking about a question, if Xiaoqian really asked him for help, how would he deal with it then?

Adhering to the attitude of having nothing to do with oneself, indifferently refusing, and still leaving this weak woman here, continuing to live a life of being bullied by grandma, becoming her murder tool?
He asked himself that he couldn't be so ruthless. If so, there was only one way left.

Yes, he admits that his selfishness is mixed in it, but a person lives his whole life to do what he wants, and he is always under the influence of "selfishness" in his life.

Because of this, it can be called a complete human being.

Now that a man has made up his mind, he should have no complaints or regrets, even if there are mountains of swords and fires in front of him, he should go for it calmly and fearlessly. This is the so-called price.

Not for anything else, just for the word "man" on his body.

Can be killed, but never defeated.

　Thanks to "My Name Is a Good Man" for donating [-] yuan. I have been working all day today, and I will make up for it at three o'clock tomorrow.

　　I try to speed up the plot as much as possible, eh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)