182. The Ghost Lord x Twins

Lin Sui smiled and looked at Yan Qin without saying a word, propping her chin to play with his long hair.

Yan Qin ignored his actions and concentrated on practicing.

Lin Sui continued to practice spells with ghost power, trying to improve and innovate.

Before it got dark, he took out the Qiqin and plucked the strings at will.

He doesn't know how to play the pipa, but because of the special nature of this qin, the tune has not been finished yet, but he has feelings.

It was laughter for a while, and anger for a while, which made people unable to help but feel agitated.

Lin Sui's skill and mental strength are extraordinary, and these emotions have no effect on him at all, let alone Yan Qin, these emotions can't catch his eyes at all, let alone make him upset.

It's just that the little ghosts outside are suffering, covering their ears and holding their heads, feeling the magic sound piercing their ears.

Although his emotions were not affected, the slightly noisy voice made Yan Qin stop cultivating and looked at Lin Sui.

The faint blue ghost fire floated beside the young man, like blue lotus blossoms.

The robes fall to the ground, the arms are bent and the pipa is swayed, and the wide sleeves slide down the skin, revealing a thin white wrist, which is suitable for the color of the pipa.

Gently closing in and slowly rubbing it, Yan Qin was attracted by the movement of his fingers, and actually felt that the broken tune had a bit of artistic meaning.

Lin Sui herself didn't think so. After trying the effect, she put the pipa aside, closed her eyes and fell asleep, waiting for the sun to go down.

The index finger of the right hand suddenly felt cold and wet, Lin Sui raised her eyes, and stared at the boy who was biting his fingertips from top to bottom.

Yan Qin didn't let go of his mouth when he saw that he didn't draw his hand. The canine teeth rubbed against the pulp of his fingers. As long as Sen Bai's teeth pressed up and down, they could easily bite them off.

But Yan Qin didn't plan to bite. Compared with the meat on his fingers, this man's tongue was more delicious.

Thinking of this, he became hungry again, swallowing saliva unconsciously, and with his movements, the tongue attached to his knuckles also moved.

The young Specter's black haired star eyes, his gaze matched his movements, revealing some absurd, strange and pure and direct desires.

Lin Sui's eyes moved slightly, she looked at him with a half-smile, and slowly stirred her fingers back.

Yan Qin was inexperienced in human affairs, and no one taught him this. He was controlled until he was sixteen years old, and he had never seen the outside world. He was still a teenager, and someone wanted to take his life.

He can't distinguish between passion/lust and appetite at all now, but he is not a blank sheet of paper, on the contrary, he is a sheet of paper that gathers all the colors and layers to black.

Lin Sui licked the wetness from her hands, the blue silk fell in front of him, and the pale skin and the dark red tongue were intertwined with a rich and colorful picture.

"Sword Comes"

Strong heart palpitations and a huge impact swept Yan Qin, he felt extremely hungry, and the madness of wanting to eat the ghost in front of him was unprecedented, but he didn't want to dig out his heart and look at him coldly, but... and Yes... Yan Qin couldn't tell.

The long gray-pink thread snaked out of the pipa, Qi Ling wanted to get close to Lin Sui, but Yan Qin grabbed it.

"Who allowed you to move around?"

Qi Ling was frightened by him, and withdrew into Qin Li with a "huh".

Yan Qin snorted coldly: "Something that can't be on the table."

I don't know what's the use of this stuff, and it can disturb a person's heart, and those who can be disturbed by this kind of thing don't know how bad it is.

Outside the dilapidated mountain temple, a woman in black clothes came slowly.

Miaoyin was not originally called Miaoyin, she was born in a scholarly family.

Her father is famous all over the world, and her mother, Konghou, is a master of the great Chu. Since she was a child, she aspired to be as talented as her parents in performing arts. She played the bamboo flute when she could not walk, and learned the sheng at the age of three. Learned the piano and composed music at the age of seven.

Everyone is full of praise for her, but she still feels that she is not enough.

Three years ago, her mother was forcibly robbed by a powerful dignitary, and her father ran around begging for help, but only when his wife was thrown out of the body was hit and vomited blood and died.

She buried the bodies of her parents, played the piano in despair, and wrote down her hatred and grief. When she was awakened, she realized that she had not slept and played for three days, her fingers were already blurred and bones were visible. The interior was full of birds and fowls, the raccoon dog wept, and all those who passed by were weeping.

Her music already has a soul, but her parents can't see it or hear it.

The powerful and powerful in her hometown covered the sky, and when she heard this vision, she was going to arrest her. She escaped from her hometown under the arrangement of her parents and friends, but she didn't want to be more favored.

My father said that when you see life, there is love in Fang's heart, and people can hear it.

She packed up and traveled all over the place. Every time she went, she went to the biggest concert hall to play the piano. When there was no sense of music, she set off for the next place.

In times of trouble, she has been hiring a few martial artists to travel with her, but after she met the ghost three days ago, she invited a few martial artists to return home.

After dealing with Miaolefang, Miaoyin came to Miaoshan Temple.

Looking at the broken stone statue and the dusty table case, Miao Yin squeezed the soft flesh in her palm, placed the tribute incense candle on the table case, and knelt down on the ground to salute.

"Three days have come, and Miaoyin has come to visit Lord Guijun."

The smell of strangers is too obvious for ghosts. When Miaoyin stepped on the mountain, Lin Sui knew she was coming.

In the night, the wind was blowing, Lin Sui looked at the woman who was shaking slightly, and let the pipa float in front of her.

When Miaoyin saw the pipa, she couldn't take her eyes away, she stood up in a bewitched way and stretched out her hand.

At the moment of touching, the great sorrow, joy, anger and sorrow of life exploded together in her mind, her facial features were distorted, the expression on her face changed and changed, sometimes vicious, sometimes psychedelic, sometimes furious and sometimes sad , tears flowed from her eyes, strange and unusual.

The beautiful woman was as ferocious as a ghost, she held the pipa in her arms with all her strength, and plucked the strings with trembling hands.

There is only one thought in Miaoyin's mind, control it.

The little ghosts in the temple were tormented and wailed by the sound of the piano, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain heard the increasingly sharp wind and the faint cry of ghosts in the wind, and they covered their quilts one by one.

It was a hell scene, the harp was chaotic and noisy, so after midnight, the harsh sound gradually became a tune.

The tune is both angry and sad, and it seems to be able to draw out the sad things in people's hearts, making people mourn endlessly.

Those little ghosts shed blood and tears one after another, as if silenced in an emotion that was difficult to separate.

On the floating soft couch, the beauty was reclining, admiring it like a fairy.

Yan Qin rubbed his ears with some displeasure, looked at Lin Sui and asked, "It's not as good as you just dialed twice."

Lin Sui smiled and nodded at the tip of his nose: "Cow chews peony."

Yan Qin looked at his open and closed lips and thought to himself when he had to inhale some more yin.

He still has to practice hard, until his skill surpasses Lin Sui, when he will suck ghost qi and how much he wants to suck, it's not up to him to decide.

Lin Sui looked at Miaoyin and gently stroked her sleeves and said, "You will be its owner from now on."

"Thank you Guijun."

Miaoyin was undecided, and she gently stroked the Qiqin. She had already felt a sense of this qin, and she knew how to use it without any more guidance from the ghost.

"You will be my maid from now on, would you like it?"

Miaoyin said: "I would like to do the work of dogs and horses for the ghost king, and the affairs of the world in my life, and I will follow after my death."

Hearing her words, Lin Sui knew that she was a smart person.

"After dawn, people came to push the temple, and use this as a point to build another ten miles west."

Lin Sui raised her hand, and Miao Yin found that there was an extra piece of gold in her palm.

Miaoyin salutes: "Yes."

Lin Sui turned and looked at the cracked stone statue. This place was always a mountain temple, and even if the original owner took it forcibly, it would still be a lonely ghost.

Ten li to the west is where the Yin Vein of this mountain is located, which is the most suitable for building a ghost temple.

Lin Sui's enclosure here is not because he just wants to have a place to live, but because he wants to save something here to let others know his reputation.

Yan Qin's good face is like a Taoist priest, and at this time he has been ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain to kill the demon.

Liechen asked him to catch ninety-nine murderous creatures and seal them in blood gourds, so his whereabouts were uncertain.

Lin Sui wanted to find him with the others, so it would be better to have someone bring him to the door.

It was soon dawn, and Miaoyin went down the mountain.

No matter what time it is, it's easy to get things done with money.

Within half an hour, the original mountain temple was pushed into ruins.

At the same time, more than a dozen men have laid the foundation together ten miles to the west.

Some people continue to pick up the best stones on the mountain. There were not many people in the temple mountain, but today many people came.

Many of them did not come to work, but to watch the fun.

"If we say it's time to repair it, the previous one was too broken."

"I heard that it was donated by kind-hearted people. When it is built, you can come and say goodbye."

"What is written on this plaque? It doesn't look like a mountain temple to me?"

A woman in a black skirt standing beside her said, "Miaoshan Temple."

"Oh, who is it for? Is it the Patriarch of Sanqing or the Master of the Mountain God they said?"

"Miaoshan Temple, it is naturally Miaoshan Jun."

The woman wearing the veil was full of reverence, she walked forward, and the hem of the room was flying, the color red and black like blood.

The villager who asked the question couldn't help shivering and whispered, "Why does it feel so cold."

The person next to him laughed and said, "It's cold in the mountains, isn't it?"

In the autumn, the sun is shining high, but there is no warmth at all.

Yunliang County is more than 500 miles west, and there is a county called Yangjin, which is the most prosperous and prosperous place in Ningling Prefecture.

In front of Yunlai Inn, the yawning Xiao Er was about to close the door, but found a young woman walking slowly not far away.

It was obviously late autumn, but she didn't wear much, a black jacket and a veil on her face.

She held a black umbrella in her hand, and the silk should be an excellent fabric.

The shop assistant was a little murmured in his heart. It doesn't rain or snow in this weather. What do you do with an umbrella, not to mention the silk surface, which can't be stopped even if it rains. It will probably snow for a while. I have to get wet, I am afraid that I can only use it to shade, but this October day, the day is freezing and people are shivering, where is the big sun?

What's more, in this world, it's a bit weird for a woman to walk outside alone.

He took a closer look and found that the woman had a shadow. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. When he saw someone approaching, he hurriedly laughed and asked, "Does the guest officer want to stay at the hotel?"

"One room."

"Okay, please come in."

The guest asked for the room, and he gave the reward at will. This kind of generosity made Xiao Er immediately forget his previous thoughts. When the guest asked about the matter, he said what he knew like a bean.

"You're asking the right person. I happen to know a strange thing, and it happened in Liang's mansion not far from us."

"The son of Liang's mansion is a well-known slut in our place. People say that he spends half of the month in the Qinglou flower boat, and half of the time in the dark/prostitute's house. The mansion has more than a dozen concubines. Staying on a woman's belly every day shows that he is lustful."

"But guess what happened recently, he dismissed all the concubines in the house, not even listening to Qu'er."

"I heard that he was beaten by a lecher before. Recently, a master went to their house and took the ghost."

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