After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Qiao Wan was a little flattered and a little embarrassed, pursed her lips, smiled, and said thank you sincerely.

"Smile! Lu Cixian smiled!"

Several teenagers pushed each other and were amazed.

Although Lu Cixian's facial features are hard and deep, he always has a paralyzed face and looks like a cool little brother, but when he laughs, let alone, it does have a bit of meaning, it's strangely good-looking.

In the next section of the road, Yu Xingzhi followed behind him for a long time, but because of Qiao Wan's teammates, he just pressed the other disciples and never dared to move.

"Don't act rashly."

The young man's face was gloomy, and he stared intently at the group of young men in front who were stepping on flying swords and walking in the air: "The elder ordered us to act according to the circumstances."

These teenagers were chatting and laughing around Lu Cixian and Liu Xinwen. Although they seemed to be defenseless, in fact, they were all watching out of the corner of their eyes.

Yu Xingzhi sneered slowly: "Wait in Zhoufu Town, aren't you afraid that Lu Cixian won't be alone?"

"Eh." A young man leaned his head curiously and asked, "Friend Lu, are you really an injustice to the academy?"

"Why haven't I heard of it before? Or did you only worship later, fellow Daoist?"

Qiao Wan: "It is true that I joined the Injustice Academy later."

"That's right." Another teenager gave a high-five, "I don't think you can teach Daoist Lu, your cultivation technique, that a small school can teach you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was immediately stabbed in the elbow by his companion next to him.

Companion stared: Can you speak?

The young man knew that his mouth was bald, so he quickly changed his mouth and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I didn't say I'm sorry for the Injustice Academy..."

"I just think, fellow Daoist, your exercise looks a bit Kunshan's shadow."

The teenagers who can come here are not stupid. Although Qiao Wan has always tried to avoid using Kunshan's exercises in front of everyone, she is still seen a little bit.

The teenager looked at Qiao Wan's dark eyes, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Did he say something wrong?

But he had been to Kunshan once before. At that time, he was fortunate to see the demeanor of the real Yuqing. There are only three disciples under the master of Yuqing. The eldest apprentice Lu Bihan and the second apprentice Mu Xiaoxiao were all in Kunshan at this time. The youngest apprentice Qiao Wan, missing.

But for some reason, Lu Bihan felt a little familiar to him. Although the moves were different, the subtleties of these moves were quite similar to Zhou Yan, the real person of Yuqing.

"I didn't expect this to be seen by fellow daoists." Qiao Wan thought about it for a while, and kept talking nonsense, "Actually, when I was learning swordsmanship, I once bought a photo ball from the real person Yuqing to figure it out."

The so-called photo ball of Jade Qingren is equivalent to a teaching video in the cultivation world. Although the secrets and moves are not rumored, as long as you don't close the door for hundreds of years, and you are still active in this world of self-cultivation, you will always have to fight, or lose your hands in front of others, right? As soon as a fight occurs, a cultivator will hurriedly take a photo ball to record it. Loose cultivators who are not under the guidance of famous teachers often buy a few and study them in private.

Zhou Yan's photo **** have been selling prosperously in Duobao Pavilion, and are very well received by the majority of swordsmen and girls.

The young man suddenly realized that he was born into a great faction, and he always lacked the guidance of the elders. Looking at Qiao Wan's eyes, he couldn't help but show some sympathy.

Feijian marched all the way, and finally arrived at Zhoufu Town in time before the incense stick was burned.

As soon as they landed, everyone put away their flying swords and looked down at the new instructions on the jade card.

A new "mission guide" was also refreshed on the jade card in due course.

There are still only a few words - Dushenghua.

"Du Shenghua?" Liu Xinwen frowned and asked, "Have you heard of Daoyou Lu?"

Ferry flowers?

Qiao Wan tilted her head to think for a while, but found nothing.

"Du Shenghua?" Suddenly, a Confucian cultivator whispered: "Isn't this something from the ghost market?"

Liu Xinwen and Qiao Wan waited, looked at each other, tacitly moved away from the crowd, went to a place where no one was around, and gathered to discuss in a low voice.

An unfamiliar term entered his ear, and Qiao Wan asked back, "Ghost city?"

"I don't know what fellow Daoists do. The ghost market is a market for the dead. It is said to be run by ghost repairers. It opens every 30 years," the young Confucian scholar wearing a scarf glanced at Qiao Wan and explained. : "Those ghosts, or monks who control ghosts, will find a place at this time to open a three-day ghost market."

The so-called ghost cultivation refers to those who, by chance and coincidence, failed to enter the cycle of reincarnation and stayed in the human world, choosing to enter the Dao as a ghost and re-cultivation.

There are also some living monks who are born with heavy yin energy, and they also practice ghost techniques. These monks basically practice the way of controlling ghosts, and they often keep a few little ghosts and evil ghosts around them.

Thinking of the content on the jade card just now, Qiao Wan thought about it. Does this mean that this year's ghost market was held in Zhoufu Town?

But this Zhoufu Town doesn't look like it. I took a look forward. Zhoufu Town is not big. It was built near the water. It looks like an ordinary mortal town. Picking a more secluded town seems to make sense.

Liu Xinwen: "In that case, do you know how to get to the ghost market? Is there any way?"

The young man smiled and said, "There's no way out. Generally speaking, ghosts like to go out in the middle of the night. It's cool and the sun doesn't shine in the middle of the night. I heard that in the middle of the night, go to those who specialize in dead people's business, and then the boss will show you the way."

"But if you want to go to the ghost city, you can't go there together."

Another asked, "What's the taboo?"

Confucianism hurriedly replied: "I'm afraid that you, Taoist, Buddhist, and cultivator will come to the field."

Daoist and Buddhist cultivators who like to save the dead when they have nothing to do and get shot while lying down:  …

After successfully running on Buddhism and Taoism, the Confucian cultivator grinned: "Actually, the specifics are not very clear."

"It's just that I read it in the book before, saying that it is going to enter the ghost market, three people walking together, it is better to walk alone."

"After all, no one knows whether there will be other things mixed in between you and your left and right."

Hearing this, all the people present fell silent in an instant.

"Its...other things?" Someone stammered.

Why does this ghost city sound so mysterious?

Throughout the ages, fear of ghosts is almost a human instinct. Hearing this, everyone was a little flustered.

Yin and yang are divided into two realms. The ghost city is not like the fantasy world of the Great Hall of Light.

But this ghost market can't help but go, and Dushenghua can't help but take it.

In the end, it was Liu Xinwen who made the final decision: "In this case, we will act separately, and we will make another contact when we enter the ghost market."

"Anyway, they are all monks, what are you afraid of ghosts?"

One of the teenagers burst into tears: The problem is that he is not afraid of demons, he is afraid of ghosts! !

The intentions of the monks in the Daguang Temple are really sinister! !

If you don’t go, you have to go. It’s still early in the night, and the ducks are put on the shelves. The group simply found an inn and sat down to rest.

There are few ghost cultivators. Although he has helped Ma Huaizhen run many times before, Qiao Wan has not come into contact with a real ghost cultivator.

Thinking of the ghost city, Qiao Wan sat cross-legged on the bed, worked hard for a while, but did not calm down.

There is a difference between yin and yang, and the Master is probably a little interested in ghosts. Even Qiao Wan is not exempt from the custom. The first chapter from Japan: Ben A Piao, switch to Thailand, switch from Thailand to European and American ghosts, and finally switch back. □ Native.

Since she couldn't calm down, Qiao Wan simply opened her eyes and looked at the night outside the window.

Darkness turns dark.

Soon.

After waiting for a while, in the middle of the night, the town finally opened its eyes and slowly came to life.

Dead people came from all directions to have a meeting, one after another.

The only people who can do business with dead people in the town are those who sell wreaths and make coffins.

Finding a coffin shop, as soon as Qiao Wan stepped into the shop door, a cumbersome coffin suddenly slammed into his eyes, and was placed in the main room, facing the door.

Going around the coffin, I saw the boss sitting on the table doing something.

It's a thin paper figure that fits in the palm of your hand.

The boss made it very meticulous, the paper figurine in the palm of his hand, the eyebrows and eyes were gradually outlined, and the scraps of paper fell to the ground under his feet.

Qiao Wan hesitated for a while, then stepped forward without speaking.

The evening wind poured into the store along the open door, blowing the paper man in his hand with a rustling sound, and the head cut out of the paper slanted left and right.

With a sway, he aimed at Qiao Wan.

The boss raised his head, and his eyes fell on the sword on Qiao Wan's waist. He didn't ask, but smiled clearly: "Go to the ghost market?"

Qiao Wan nodded slightly, not surprised: "Boss, I want to ask, how to get to the ghost market?"

Since they can guess that Dushenghua is in the ghost market, it makes no sense that other teams can't guess.

Seeing the calm expression on the boss's face, Qiao Wan guessed that someone had already set off ahead of schedule at this time.

"Sit down." The boss put down the paper figurine in his hand, smiled, got up, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of Qiao Wan.

By the way, another empty tea cup was placed and pressed against the paper figurine, so as not to be blown away by the wind.

Qiao Wan glanced at it, and his eyes fell on the paper man who was pressed firmly on the table by the teacup.

The boss pointed at the paper figurine pressed by the teacup: "If you want to go to the ghost market, you have to let them lead the way."

Qiao Wan was taken aback: "These paper figures?"

"Just this paper figurine." Possibly seeing the change in Qiao Wan's expression, the boss smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate them. If you really want to go to the ghost market, just cut a paper figurine in your own shape and hug it. Look at it, close your eyes and sleep in the coffin, let them show you the way, and when you wake up, the ghost market will arrive."

"However, to ask them to help you lead the way, you have to pay a little."

Qiao Wan asked, "What's the reward?"

"It's time to go in, it's going to be used by you." The boss pointed to his face and smiled, "The ghost market is lively, they like the appearance of living people and want to go out to play."

"How is it? Daoist friend, can you cut it?"

Rao is Qiao Wan, who has seen countless scenes of dead people. Hearing this, his heart can't help but jump, and there is always a faint ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

But this ghost city has to go.

Qiao Wan plucked up her courage: "Cut."

Boss: "A mid-grade spirit stone, just put it on the table over there."

When the boss sat back on the chair, Qiao Wan waited silently, only hearing the ups and downs of the scissors, cutting the paper.

The atmosphere was a little weird, and Qiao Wan clenched her sword: "Boss, is there any taboo to enter the ghost market?"

"Taboo?" The hand holding the scissors paused, and the boss raised his head and instructed: "They are willful. When you enter the ghost market, remember not to make them angry."

"There's nothing else."

The boss was quick in his hands and feet, and when he finished speaking, he handed her the paper figure in his hand.

This paper figure was one size bigger than the one on the table, half as tall as a human being.

The cut is lively, the black eyes are dotted, the red lips are painted, and when I look at my shoulders, I can clearly see the stiffness and discomfort unique to the paper, and there is a life like a stranger in the dead air.

Two black eyeballs on the paper, as if staring at someone.

Paper-cutters here provide hearse coffin pick-up and drop-off services.

Opening a coffin, the boss stretched out his hand: "Fellow Daoist, please."

Holding the paper man and lying side by side in the coffin, Qiao Wan closed her eyes.

In the narrow space, I could only hear my thumping heartbeat and rapid breathing, and faintly, there seemed to be a wisp of wind blowing across my face.

In an instant, Qiao Wan was all hairy.

The coffin is tightly covered, where does the wind come from?

Or... Qiao Wan's face changed suddenly.

The paper man she was holding?

The paper man lay quietly on her shoulder, without any movement.

Qiao Wan stabilized her mind, closed her eyes tightly, and tried her best not to think too much.

After an unknown amount of time, the thin layer of touch around him suddenly disappeared.

Qiao Wan opened her eyes and reached out to touch it.

In his arms, there is nothing around him.

gone?

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked around, but couldn't find it. When she was about to open the lid of the coffin to take a closer look, Qiao Wan paused.

The paper figurine who was lying next to him was now flat on the coffin lid, and his lifeless yet vivid face almost came in front of her, leaning on the coffin lid and looking at her.