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Late at night, the barking of dogs occasionally sounded somewhere in the city. The people sleeping in the house were suddenly awakened by the sound of the eaves. They pushed open the window and looked out.

"Who, I threw the stones in the middle of the night!!"

The black shadow flashed to the end, ran on the courtyard wall, jumped, and stepped on a tree again, and the branches and leaves bent and rebounded, bringing a light sound.

On the open window frame on the second floor of the inn, Lu Liangsheng turned over and shaking his robe and blew a few leaves out the window.

"Master, are all those people gone?"

"Go away."

Under the bed, Taoist Toad yawned and walked out shakingly, kicked his calf and jumped to the edge of the bed, slowly climbed up, and leaned down against the wooden pillow.

"Have you returned the favor of Eight Writings?"

"Of course I've returned it."

Lu Liangsheng waved his hand and threw Yuelong onto the bookshelf. With a slight "clang" sound, he inserted it steadily into the gap. He walked to the basin rack to wash his hands, reached out to the towel and wiped it twice.

"It's just an evil ghost. Daoxing is not as good as a red lady. He uses painting skin to pretend to be a beautiful woman to lust lust and absorb the yang energy."

While he was talking, Nie Honglian also floated in, but he held something in his hand and lit it up.

"Why did you get this thing back?"

Lu Liangsheng stared at the skin of the ghost dragging in her hand. The scholar frowned. With Honglian's temperament, if it was useless, he would definitely not bring it back.

"show me."

With a soft voice, the toad Taoist also asked the toad to come over and take a look. The toad on the couch waved his hand, opened his eyelids, and closed it again.

"It's very strange, just a gadget."

Over there, Hong Lian's somewhat reluctant painting skin shook open in the air, spreading silently on the table. Lu Liangsheng raised the oil lamp and shone it gently, brushing his fingertips gently, as soft and delicate as human skin, even his pores can be clearly identified, and his hands and feet are also there.

Only the face...

Lu Liangsheng took the towel, dipped it in water and wiped it hard. After a moment, he turned into a shiny and lost his appearance. His whole human skin looked extremely weird.

"This is not real human skin. No matter how much the contour of the human face is peeled, it will not become like this."

Hong Lian didn't care, and picked it up, baby.

"Young Master, paint it my appearance."

"What are you doing? You..." Speaking of this, Lu Liangsheng stopped talking, and suddenly he thought that the ghost should be wandering around, not just coming out at night. If he passes by the big city, he will inevitably be arrested by the City God, so he will also walk during the day. So, this skin is very likely to allow ghosts to move during the day.

...No wonder Hong Lian likes it so much.

Lu Liangsheng looked at the woman covering the painted skin and smiled and found a brush. Honglian quickly put down the skin and obediently floated to the bookshelf to bring ink inkstone paper.

"I'll help the young master polish ink."

The bright moon hides away from the clouds, and the sound of making noises passes through the streets, attracting a few barkings of dogs.

The window lattice with lights was lit, Hong Lian gently tilted the wick, and the candlelight became brighter.

The brush in Lu Liangsheng's hand was slightly bright, and his eyebrows were drawn out, his eyes were filled with joy, his cheeks were well-proportioned, his pen tip swam out, and his lips were slightly curled.

The lights are warm and yellow, and occasionally shake them slightly twice.

Hongxiang gently stroked her. Honglian looked at the scholar's face with concentration on the lights, and then looked at the face of the gradually forming on the tip of the pen on the table.

He lowered his head in joy, and was thinking about something. He unconsciously smiled a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, showing a pair of beautiful dimples.

"It's almost done, Hong Lian, what do you think?"

Just as the female ghost lowered her head and smiled slightly, the scholar who was painting looked over and turned his face. Nie Honglian raised her gaze and looked carefully. The face on the painted skin was really like hers.

"Thank you, my son."

"Then you have to keep it off, find a chance and try it."

Lu Liangsheng put down his brush, and he was also tired. He had not slept on the bed all the way over. He took off his blue shirt and pulled the quilt and slept on the wooden pillow.

The lights on the table shaking, the red lips blew up close, and the flames went out.

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound, and the moonlight shone through the gaps of the clouds into the window frame. It touched the ground with a soft and heavy feeling, walked past the cold silver frost with a red dress, covered her body, sat on the edge of the bed, blinking her eyelashes, and looking at her sleeping face on the couch.

I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and touched the back of the scholar's hand.

"This feeling is so good, it seems that I am only alive... Thank you, Mr.."

On the bed, the sleeping figure moved, and in a blur, it seemed like a 'um' sound.

...

Oh...Anoh...

The rooster in the backyard of the inn stretched out her neck and cried out loudly towards the east, which was gradually brightening outside the cage, causing the old donkey in the livestock to thrust out his head.

The window lattice on the upper floor opened, and Lu Liangsheng stretched.

"Master, it's time to go on the road!"

Soon, the back door of the inn opened, and the shop assistant helped pick out the bookshelf and put it in the livestock bar.

"It's trouble."

Lu Liangsheng bowed to the clerk and took out the last eight articles as tips to the other party. The clerk was diligent and pulled the old donkey out while placing the bookshelf on it.

"If the guest officer comes to Shunyuan again, remember to come to our store."

"Sure! Sure!"

Farewell to his friend, Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey out of the backyard, preparing to pass through this Taien Mansion today and head to Ningzhou, which was closer to the Qishan that the master said.

When I walked out of the alley next to the inn, a carriage drove from the end of the street. I thought it was passing by, but I stopped at the entrance of the inn and the coachman pulled the horses.

Four figures came out of the carriage and saw Lu Liangsheng who was leading the donkey away, and hurried over.

"Young Master Lu, wait."

It was the four scholars from last night who came and ran to Lu Liangsheng and bowed together.

"Wang Feng, Ma Liu, Zhang Ti, and Zhao Tang thanked Mr. Lu for saving his life."

"No need to thank me. If you have the chance in the future, just invite me to drink."

Lu Liangsheng did save these four people. If it weren't for blocking the two fox demons, these four scholars would have probably been sucked into the yang energy and died.

The old donkey squirted out a heavy breath and squeezed over.

When the four scholars saw Lu Liangsheng leaving, they held their robe and quickly followed: "Mr. Lu, there is another person who wants to thank you in person, but they are ill in bed and cannot get up..."

Speaking of this, a small scholar named Zhao Tang bowed:

"Mr. Lu, Brother Chongwen, you are really a good person. Please help him."

Lu Liangsheng laughed.

"What you mentioned about Brother Chongwen is just being sucked in a little yang energy. It won't take long... Oh, I'm afraid you're in a hurry to seek medical treatment. Let's go, I'll go and have a look."

"Then Mr. Lu get in the car."

"No need, I can keep up with you," said Mr.

Lu Liangsheng patted the old donkey's neck, sat up and waved at the four of them: "Lead the way."

The shaft turned around in the road, Wang Feng lifted the curtain and glanced at the old donkey who was following behind him and then felt relieved.

Chen Guangxihe.

The carriage and the old donkey crossed the street and crossed a stone bridge. This place seemed quiet in a corner of the city, and there was a small forest not far away. When Lu Liangsheng came over, the wind was blowing over the forest, and the rustling branches and leaves were shaking gently.

"I can't see clearly at night, and it seems that the feng shui and scenery are very good now."

In front, the carriage had already stopped at the gate of the yard. When he saw Lu Liangsheng coming from afar, he urged the coachman to move the carriage away.

"Take good care of Mr. Lu's donkey!"

"Please be in Mr. Lu!"

This attitude was too ardent... Lu Liangsheng gave the reins to the coachman to take care of him, and followed the four scholars into the yard. The bonsai on both sides, small trees, and square rock bricks were paved on the middle road. Naturally, the whole yard was not as noble as the mansion of Min Shangshu. It was also simple and secluded than the mansion in the last week, but it also had its own leisure and elegance.

The words that look at people are not accurate, but you can see some things from the room when looking at people.

For example, the house is neat and transparent, and people living here must love to be clean, do things with particular qualities and nobleness in the house, let alone.

He followed the four of them to the main room of the back house. In the room, a woman in the room was sitting on the edge of the bed with a silk trouser and tear-jerking. There was a maid next to him persuading her. When she heard the footsteps coming from outside, she said softly:

"Madam, someone is here."

When the woman got up, the four scholars had already entered the door.

"Mrs. Sister-in-law, someone has been invited! The one behind is Mr. Lu."

When he entered the house, Lu Liangsheng had already known some of the situation in Wang Chongwen's home and politely bowed to the woman.

"Qixia Mountain, Lu Liangsheng."

Mrs. Wang gave her a blessing and looked at her husband who was sleeping in bed. She turned into a regular meeting and bowed again.
To be continued...