Rebirth of the City Immortal Emperor

People couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that Zhang Yi was just going to stay overnight.

After all, in this chaotic world, demons are rampant, soldiers, calamities and bandits are in danger, and all kinds of bad things can be encountered.

When people go out, they may lose their lives if they are not careful, so everyone is very vigilant about the outside world.

Immediately someone couldn't help but hesitate and said:

"This... prince, this shabby place is already full, I'm afraid it won't be enough for you to live in."

Zhang Yi heard this and said:

"Squeeze, you can always stay."

Zhang Yi's voice was full of indisputable flavor. As soon as his words came out, everyone felt an invisible aura.

Even the twenty Fuxingmen disciples who heard that someone dared to refuse their master, all looked at the people who came in displeasedly.

So people all shut up and dared not speak any more.

After that, the majestic middle-aged man who first spoke dared to continue speaking:

"This son, the villain is Wang Gang, the owner of the Ruifeng caravan. Our caravan occupies a room alone, while a family of seven returning home occupies a room. The last room was entered by three people. The city is occupied by the scholars who are rushing for the exam. And the room where the three scholars live is also the best. If the son doesn't mind, I will let the three scholars vacate the room for the son."

Zhang Yi heard this and looked at the people around him.

I saw that the group of young men with knives were obviously the so-called caravan guys of Wang Gang, and the other group of men, women and children, was a family of seven, and the rest were three-year young scholars.

But at this moment, the three scholars heard that they were going to move out to live with Zhang Yi and others, and they couldn't help being embarrassed, but they were helpless. After all, neither Zhang Yi and his party nor Wang Gang's caravan could offend them.

Zhang Yi smiled and said:

"This place is for all passers-by, so we should pay attention to first-come, first-come. How can we latecomers dare to compete with first-comers?"

Having said this, Zhang Yi handed over to the three scholars and said:

"Three brothers, if you don't mind, let's squeeze. Come, let me take a look at the room first."

After speaking, Zhang Yi ignored whether the three scholars agreed, and then walked towards the room where they were.

Feng Ziyan had already stretched her head out of the sedan chair and looked curiously. When she saw Zhang Yi leaving, she couldn't help but shouted at the vine in the sedan chair behind:

"Sister Teng, let's live in it too! It looks so interesting!"

But Fuji said coldly:

"That kind of shabby place, only the lowly people who are not particular about the human race will live. I don't bother to go, and don't want to contact those who are full of smells. I will spend it in the sedan chair tonight."

Feng Ziyan couldn't help but asked curiously:

"Sister Teng, don't you want to see the haunted?"

Teng answered coldly:

"Boring, do you think I'm a kid?"

Feng Ziyan heard that Teng had no interest in haunting things, so she stopped persuading her, but got out of the sedan chair and followed Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi and Feng Ziyan came to the room, and they could see that it had been abandoned for a long time, and there was not even a bed.

The three scholars had already laid a floor in the corner of the room, and apparently they were sleeping on the floor.

And an oil lamp was still on, and there was a book beside the oil lamp. Apparently some scholars were studying hard all night.

The room is actually very spacious, so people won’t feel crowded in it.

Of course, Zhou Zhiqiang and other Fuxingmen disciples would not come and squeeze with Zhang Yi. They set up a tent in the courtyard and lived in the tent.

And Zhang Yi just brought two simple ordinary people to the room, and then he could sit down.

Neither he nor Feng Ziyan need a bed, so he can meditate on the futon for one night.

So everyone settled down. Zhang Yi, Feng Ziyan and the three scholars lived in a room. Teng lived in a sedan chair and did not want to come out, while Fuxingmen disciples lived in a tent in the courtyard.

After the caravan of seven and Wang Gang saw that everything calmed down, they all returned to their respective rooms to sleep.

The night is getting deeper.

The huge yard quickly quieted down.

And the only thing that hasn't been quiet is Fengziyan.

I saw her curiously ran into the book bags of the three scholars and turned around. The three scholars were very annoyed by it, but they didn't dare to offend Zhang Yi so they could only get sulking.

I saw Feng Ziyan flipping out two books from time to time to open it, and then seeing that there were no pictures on it, and then threw these books back in disappointment:

"The books here are not good at all, but the books on the earth are good! The photos in the magazines I used to read on the earth are so beautiful!"

Those scholars didn't know what the "earth", "magazines" and "photos" in Feng Ziyan's mouth were, but they heard Feng Ziyan's contempt for their books.

Immediately, only one scholar couldn't help but step forward and say:

"Miss, although the students do not ask you to be knowledgeable, but please don't underestimate the sage books. The words of the sages can enlighten the people, and the merits and virtues can be easily insulted?"

The scholar said something, and he was confused.

She couldn't help but ran to Zhang Yi's side and asked:

"Zhang Yi, what does he mean?"

Zhang Yi was sitting on the futon and meditating, and he answered without opening his eyes:

"He's saying you are superficial."

"Say I'm superficial?"

Feng Ziyan blows up the hair as soon as he hears it:

"Is this scolding me? Dare to scold me! I'll kill you!"

Having said this, Feng Ziyan rolled up his sleeves angrily and wanted to beat up the scholar.

The scholar was frightened and hurriedly said:

"A gentleman speaks but does not act! What's more, whether men and women give or receive kisses! How can you be so rude, a cousin?"

Feng Ziyan was even more annoyed when he heard it, and raised his fist to smash at the scholar.

"Purple Smoke."

Zhang Yi finally spoke:

"Don't make trouble, come back. What you want to see has already come."

Feng Ziyan heard Zhang Yi's words and immediately closed his fists and ran back to Zhang Yi.

She blinked her big eyes and asked:

"You mean, what's coming now is..."

Having said this, Feng Ziyan seemed to realize something, and then leaned into Zhang Yi's ear and asked in a low voice:

"You mean, is the ghost coming?"

In Feng Ziyan's divine consciousness, he also noticed something approaching.

Since Zhang Yi said that Feng Ziyan and Vine would hide their breath and fear that ghosts would be trotted away, Feng Ziyan is so mysterious now.

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, then patted the futon beside him:

"Sit down and watch it slowly."

Feng Ziyan heard the words, and immediately sat on the futon with interest, waiting for the ghost to come.

She grew up so old that she hadn't seen the appearance of a ghost, so this time she heard that it was haunted and she couldn't wait to take a good look.

When the scholars saw that Feng Ziyan suddenly stopped making noises, they only calmed down when Feng Ziyan knew that he was wrong.

So the two scholars began to lie on the ground and continued to sleep, while the scholar who had quarreled with Feng Ziyan continued to come to the oil lamp and read by the light.

Although Zhang Yi and Feng Ziyan seemed to be sitting still on the futon, their spirits had been locked on the nearby ghost.

Time passed slowly.

The entire yard has completely fallen into silence.

The two scholars are already asleep, but the ghost has not yet entered the yard.

In Zhang Yi's spiritual sense, the ghost seemed to be full of vigilance. It did not enter the yard rashly, but went around the yard several times, trying to determine if there was any danger here.

After all, this ghost is just an ordinary wild ghost.

Its cultivation base is very low, and for practitioners, it is just a ghost equivalent to the Qi-training realm.

This kind of weak ghost may overturn the car if it comes out to hunt, so it is also full of caution.

However, all the disciples of Fuxingmen had already used concealment charms to cover their breath. And Zhang Yi, Teng, and Feng Ziyan were much stronger than this ghost, so this ghost couldn't detect the cultivation level of the three of them at all.

In this ghost's vision, all the people in this yard are ordinary people.

In the end, the ghost seemed to have chosen a target and began to float towards the room where Zhang Yi was.

Because Zhang Yi has the least people in the room, it seems the easiest to succeed in the eyes of the ghost.

So suddenly, I only heard:

"call!!!"

Then a stray wind inexplicably produced in the room.

The only oil lamp in the room was blown out by the cloudy wind in an instant.

So the whole house fell into darkness instantly.

The scholar who was reading could not help but wonder softly:

"Strange, how can there be wind in this room?"

The doors and windows have been closed, so there shouldn't be a sudden light blowing in the wind.

But Zhang Yi and Feng Ziyan already knew that the ghost had already arrived.

Immediately Feng Ziyan lay on Zhang Yi's legs, pretending to be asleep. But from time to time, she would open her **** eyes and look at it.

And the scholar groped in the darkness amidst doubts, and took out the Huozhezi.

As the Huozhezi lights up, the scholar turns on the oil lamp again.

As soon as the oil lamp was on, the head of the room immediately regained its brightness.

The only difference is that there is an extra figure.

That is a beautiful woman.

She was about eighteen years old, her skin was snowy, she was unrivaled in beauty, and she looked beautiful. And she is slender, with long hair draped in a vest, gently tied with a pink ribbon.

When the scholar saw a beautiful woman suddenly appeared in the room, he almost screamed in shock.

But he seemed to think of something quickly, and hurriedly got up and saluted and asked:

"Miss, did you come with that young lady and son?"

From the scholar's point of view, such a beautiful lady must have followed Zhang Yi and Feng Ziyan.

There were three sedan chairs, and only Zhang Yi and Feng Ziyan got off the sedan chair. It seems that there is one other person who did not appear in the sedan chair.

Therefore, the scholar subconsciously regarded the beauty who suddenly appeared in the room as the person in the sedan chair who did not show up.

When the beauty heard what the scholar said, she subconsciously glanced at Zhang Yi and Feng Ziyan.

Zhang Yi closed his eyes and meditated motionless. Feng Ziyan also lay on Zhang Yi's legs and closed his eyes without moving. It seemed that the two of them were already asleep.

Then the beauty suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, and said to the scholar:

"My son, the night is long, can the blue light scroll be boring? Let the little girl take a look at which sage's book the son is reading."

After the beauty finished speaking, she lifted the scholar's scroll and looked at it.

The beauty did not deny the identity of the scholar inquiring, but she deliberately changed the subject, making the scholar subconsciously think that the beauty was with Zhang Yi.

And in this way, the scholar relaxes his vigilance against beautiful women.

I saw the beauty glanced at the book and was surprised:

"It turns out that what the son is reading is Li Shengren's book! Li Shengren taught the people back then, it can be said that he has infinite merit. The articles he left behind are like the most common sense of the world, and the ears are trembling."