Become a legend in Hong Kong

Night, mountains.

Winding mountains dominate the land, and when viewed from a high altitude, the mountains look like black pythons. The central one, together with the north and south, has a majestic trend, but it stops abruptly at the snake's head.

The mountains cut it off, and this snake has no head.

The cold moonlight shines on a deserted wilderness, the trees are shadowed, a cold wind rises, and a black vortex appears out of thin air.

Liao Wenjie sat cross-legged under the crooked neck tree and slowly opened his eyes.

The mountain breeze blows, lingering with the rotten smell of dead branches and leaves. In addition, there is an inhuman smell.

There is a ghost.

The yin and yang eyes are opened, and in the black mountain forest, there is a gray air as light as mist, hazy like tulle, and occasionally rolled up by cyclones.

"The wind is so cold..."

Liao Wenjie frowned and stood up, stepping on dead branches and leaves and walking forward.

The opening this time was not very friendly. The mountains and forests were filled with gloomy energy. Although it was far from the open hell gate of the underworld in Maplewoods Tower, the spread was astonishing and did not happen overnight.

After a moment, a mountain path appeared in front of him, which was higher in the south and lower in the north. He followed the path and walked north.

"Miss~~~"

"Miss, where are you? It's so hard for me to find you~~~"

Intermittent cries came from afar, echoing in the Yinshan wilderness. The cold wind blew, making people's hearts skip a beat and their scalp numb.

Liao Wenjie changed direction and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Flying on the grass entering the house, a figure was passing by with his toes on the ground. He was wearing a white shirt and trousers. He was flying in the dark night, just like a floating ghost.

"Miss~~"

"Where are you~~~"

Liao Wenjie stopped and saw a staggering woman in blue with disheveled hair, looking left and right, and a bell tied to her ankle, which was extremely awkward in the dead night.

What it looked like was impossible to see clearly because the dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight.

But one thing, he was very sure, it was a woman, not a female ghost.

In the wilderness, running around with disheveled hair, and howling in a long tone, is he too worried, or is he pretending to be a ghost to scare people?

The key point is that this mountain is filled with gloomy energy, so I am afraid that pretending to be a ghost will meet a real ghost.

Liao Wenjie shook his head and stepped forward, letting the woman continue to wander around. Ten lives were not enough to kill her.

On the other side, as Liao Wenjie quickly approached, the woman also saw him. For the first time, she saw a white shadow floating towards her, her empty eyes suddenly fluctuated, and her pale face also showed a hint of joy.

"Miss, it turns out you are here."

The woman stumbled forward and hugged her... but Liao Wenjie raised her hand to hold her forehead and waved her hands, but she couldn't touch her.

"This young lady, I am not your young lady. If you look carefully, no matter how much your young lady looks like a man, she cannot really be a man."

With the help of the moonlight, Liao Wenjie could clearly see her face. She had disheveled hair and no makeup, but her natural beauty was hard to give up, and her haggard look couldn't stop her from having a good foundation. She was a beauty, and she was not old, definitely less than twenty.

"Miss, you don't recognize me?"

The woman called out a few times, but when Liao Wenjie refused to agree, she burst into tears: "I am Xiaoshuang, your maid Shuang'er, have you forgotten?"

"Shuang'er?"

Liao Wenjie looked strange and muttered in his heart, the maids are so beautiful, her young lady will not be able to go to heaven.

Also, the name Shuang'er sounds so familiar. Could it be that this journey of refining one's heart is about beauty, and he will have seven wives in the future?

If this is the case, Liao Wenjie can say responsibly that the system has tightly grasped his pulse, and there is a thousand percent chance that he will not be able to pass this journey of refining his heart.

"Miss, let me hug you! Just for a moment, I've been looking for you for many days."

Xiaoshuang circled around Liao Wenjie, and every time she tried to make a move, she was blocked by her forehead, and she started pleading with a look of resentment.

"Oh, I'm just too kind-hearted. You can hug me, but I'll start with the ugly words, just for a moment. You can't be greedy."

Liao Wenjie couldn't bear it. Helping others was his consistent purpose. He opened his arms and showed an upright mind.

Xiaoshuang took two steps forward, threw herself into Liao Wenjie's arms, murmured a few words of longing, and soon fell asleep.

"We promised to hug you, but we hugged you and never let go. If you were a man, we would definitely have a lot of topics in common."

Liao Wenjie opened the arms that were wrapped around him, picked up Xiaoshuang across his body, and placed him beside the tree for him to lean on. There was a ball of water vapor lingering between his fingers, and he caressed Xiaoshuang's forehead.

At the first glance, he could tell that this woman was mentally ill. Her condition was similar to that of Judy Tang, but more serious than Judy Tang. She had been suffering from insomnia for many days, and was suffering from anxiety and depression. She was only one step away from madness.

"You are lucky. It was me you met tonight. If it had been someone else, you would have been waiting to live in a basement for the rest of your life with this hug!"

Liao Wenjie raised his palm and looked at Xiaoshuang's clothes. He could guess that he was in ancient times, but he didn't know what dynasty it was.

Also, the maid is beautifully dressed and the fabrics are of the highest quality. It is obvious that she must come from a wealthy family...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, he already had a place to live, and he no longer had to wait for the next Erhei in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Hey, you little thief over there kidnapped a girl's family into the wilderness at night. What do you want to do?" Rustling footsteps rushed over, followed by an angry sound like thunder.

"!"

Liao Wenjie's heart suddenly hit him. He was a master, and in terms of light kung fu and body skills alone, he was even better than him.

He turned around and looked around. He saw a man with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard. He was carrying a sword box, a long bow, and an arrow pot on his waist. He looked like a general taking off his armor on the battlefield.

His temperament is roughly the same, murderous and towering like a mountain.

But in Liao Wenjie's yin and yang eyes, the other party's whole body seemed to be a master of Taoism.

"Liao Wenjie, a junior and junior student, dare I ask my senior Gao's name?"

"Yan Chixia!"

"..."

Liao Wenjie raised his brows, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked again: "I know a tough judge named Yan Chixia who has retired from the world. He is upright and has a reputation for his righteousness. Although I am not familiar with him, I still yearn for it. I have admired him greatly for a long time, but I wonder if Your Excellency has the same name as him, or is it in person?"

"Stop flattering me, leave me alone, and you can get out."

Yan Chixia blew out two streams of hot air from her nostrils. She heard ghosts shouting from afar. She ran over and saw that there were no ghosts, but there were two people.

The woman was unconscious, and the man was squatting next to her, raising his hand to touch her chest. This was incredible!

"It turns out that it's really Master Yan who's in person."

Liao Wenjie raised his hands and cupped his fists, pointing at the unconscious Xiaoshuang and explained: "When I walked here, I heard ghosts crying and wolves howling. It turned out that this girl had a heart attack and mistakenly thought that I was her daughter. If I didn't hug her, she She just cried. Seeing how pitiful she was, I helped her heal her wounds. No, I just put her to sleep."

"You're shameless! You're talking nonsense! You cry when you're not hugged. How come I haven't seen such a good thing before?"

Yan Chixia sneered and said disdainfully: "Also, you said you put her to sleep and healed her injuries, so let me ask you, why are you touching her chest?"

Did I touch it? I do not know how?

Liao Wenjie's eyes widened, and after thinking for a while, it seemed that he really touched her, but what he touched was not her chest, but Xiaoshuang's clothes.

I just want to study the age, and estimate the value of the maid's family by the way, and whether they can provide a yard with a garden so that he can have a place to stay.

"My hero, you made a mistake. I didn't touch her chest, I touched her clothes."

"He~~~tui!"

Yan Chixia spat on the ground: "It's late at night, and it's a wilderness. You don't touch a girl's chest, but you touch her clothes. Are you sick?"

Damn, what you said makes sense!

Liao Wenjie blinked and was speechless for a moment.

"Why are you still standing there? If you don't get out, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll beat you up first and then take you to the official."

"..."

The explanation was unclear, and Liao Wenjie didn't bother to explain. He squatted down and shook Xiaoshuang awake. The latter opened his eyes in a daze and plunged into Liao Wenjie's arms.

"Miss, it turns out you are here. I finally found you."

"Girl, be more reserved. I only gave you a hug as promised. You have to be trustworthy."

Liao Wenjie pressed Xiaoshuang's forehead, pushed her outwards, looked at Yan Chixia next to him, and said angrily: "If anyone sees you hugging her around like this, I won't be able to argue with you. You're a shameless disciple." The hat can’t be taken off.”

Yan Chixia: "..."

"Miss, don't drive me away. I found you with great difficulty."

"I told you I'm not your young lady. You're delirious. Go to sleep for a while!"

Liao Wenjie placed his palm on Xiaoshuang's forehead. The latter had not closed his eyes for many days. Once the spring breeze turned into rain to soothe him, he immediately fell asleep.

"Master Yan, is there anything else you want to say?"

"Yes, I saw you touching her chest."

"..."x2

The two stared at each other for a while, then Yan Chixia snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the north.

"Since you are also a practitioner, I will not meddle in other people's business. To the north, there is a town called Yunlang. Send people to the town and don't think about doing bad things."

"Wait for me, hero. I'm just fooling around. We happen to be on my way, so why don't we go together."

Liao Wenjie picked up Xiaoshuang on his back and quickly followed Yan Chixia. He understood A Chinese Ghost Story very well. Dare to use Zhou Xingxing's head as a guarantee that there must be the famous Lanruo Temple not far from here.

The young lady Xiaoshuang mentioned was probably a civilian girl who was raped by the tree demon grandpa. No, she was a female ghost who was kidnapped.

If you are braver, her young lady will be Nie Xiaoqian, the famous head of Lanruo Temple.

"Master Yan, meeting you is fate. This junior has admired you for a long time. If you don't mind disturbing me, I would like to disturb you for a while."

"..."

Yan Chixia kept a straight face and said nothing. In a place haunted by ghosts, he kindly saved people, but ended up wrongly blaming a good person, which was very embarrassing...

Also, he saw Liao Wenjie touching someone's chest with his own eyes, so he couldn't be wrong.

Suddenly, a red light shot into the sky in the distance, a dark wind suddenly rose, the woods swayed like a group of demons dancing wildly, and the whole forest echoed with weird laughter.

This time there is really a ghost.

"Damn it, it's her again, she's always harming people and she's not tired of it!"

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows and accelerated her figure, heading straight towards the direction of the red light.

Liao Wenjie followed closely behind. His physical skills were not as good as Yan Chixia's. Carrying a person on his back, he quickened his pace, but the distance still inevitably widened.