The Harem Rescue Project

Lin Qianshuang was also organizing the language. Hearing Xiao Lanle's words, he choked on his saliva and coughed several times.

It may be that the author is too troublesome to use many repeated tricks for making girls in the novel. Lin Qianshuang vaguely remembers that under the commentary and interaction of the novel "Four Realms", many otaku even complained about Liang Aotian’s three actions with one sentence. Now, in the original text, the heroine Xiao Lanle, who is most obsessed with the male protagonist, has such ironic comments that the male protagonist also has a contemptuous expression of seeing the routine, which really makes her feel a little pain in her stomach, which may be because she is holding a smile.

Xiao Lanle's gaze shifted away from Lin Qianshuang's small expression, and if nothing had happened, he said to Zi Xiao, "What am I right?"

Zi Xiao was right. She stared at Xiao Lanle with an unnatural expression. She only felt that the woman in front of her was different from the rumors she had heard from the main population. She spoke elegantly and had an extraordinary manner in her gestures, and she had the aura of a master. Inside, there is a fascinating smile with a smile, which is not the squeamish, stubborn, saucy air of the owner.

"Miss Zixiao, when I passed by a village not far from Yanqing Mountain, I heard the whereabouts of your fellow disciples back then. You can go and take a look. Maybe you can find it."

Lin Qianshuang smiled faintly and looked somewhere in the sky. She knew that Liang Jingxuan must have been searching for the whereabouts of the sword spirit of the purple sky.

She just told Zi Xiao that this sentence was a lie, and was actually told to Liang Jingxuan, as long as there is a ghost in his heart, there will always be clues.

Even if Zi Xiao was confused by Liang Jingxuan's kingly aura, he would know the truth if he gave some hints and guidance.

When everyone was in the middle of the purple sky, the enchantment aura of the purple sword spirit in the mansion was gradually swallowed. The green ghost aura condensed into a mass of death in the dry well in the courtyard, and the faint ghost infant cried in the dark and deep dry well. The bottom is ringing intermittently, and the scratching sound of climbing nails is a bit creepy.

Lin Qianshuang narrowed his eyes deeply, turned his head to look inside the destroyed mansion door, and said:

"Our luck is really bad, this house is dormant with an overly obsessive soul, and the spirit of it sucking the divine sword should now be sharpened."

Xiao Lanle keenly noticed the monsters in the mansion. She looked at the disciples of the Penglai Immortal Gate and ordered: "The formation will definitely trap this ghost in the formation."

A group of disciples listened to the order, and followed the arrangement of the line to cast their sword energy condensed talisman vigilantly around the mansion, but Chen Shangqing did not follow, but chose to stay where they were.

Xiao Lanle glanced at Chen Shangqing and said, "They need you, Brother Chen."

Chen Shangqing stayed where he was, saying: "Chen only cares about the safety of the head, they can do it."

Xiao Lan's eyes darkened, and a sneer appeared indifferently on her face.

Chen Shangqing realized that Xiao Lanle didn't seem to have heard what he said. Following her sight, City Lord Tianshu and Senior Sister Lin acted intimately and talked closely... Junior Sister Xiao should be jealous.

He would never comfort people, and he was even more at a loss at the moment.

Chen Shangqing remembered that Junior Sister Xiao had also been so close to City Lord Tianshu. The feelings of these three people were complicated and changeable. He had no roots in emotional matters, and he couldn't figure it out at this moment.

Mu Weiyin embraced Lin Qianshuang’s shoulders and saw her looking at her with a puzzled expression. He held her wrist and raised the Qianyu Sword. He instructed and said: "There are four kinds of wild ghosts in sequence. For surviving a breath of living white ghosts, reincarnation has recorded past ghosts, water reversal to destroy wealth and evil spirits, ghosts with remorse and cold life, ghosts are the fourth type, used by the bloodthirsty and murderous souls under the spirit of cultivation, and the Thousand Rain Sword. It’s the Kunlun Mountain God Jade that wardens off evil spirits, but you can’t judge it in stages. You can try it."

"Listen to falling rain?"

Lin Qianshuang did not understand, but got a more important message from Mu Weiyin, and said, "You mean, the ones in the house are not ordinary ghosts."

Mu Weiyin nodded and said: "Now the voices are complicated, and if you can find traces of ghost breath in thousands of voices, you will understand the true essence of Thousand Rain Sword."

The ghost in the mansion must be unusual, and Mu Weiyin taught her how to use the sword so specifically, fearing that she would have noticed something wrong.

When using the sword art, the green sword body of the Qianyu Sword shone slightly, and a series of small characters appeared.

Lin Qianshuang was startled, and the palm of her hand gently brushed the incomprehensible words on the sword. The proverbs that measured the fate of Mu Weiyin left when Mu Weiyin left that day were exactly the same.

The origin of this sword is probably related to Mu Weiyin.

Forget it, it is more important to find the ghost breath in the mansion.

Lin Qianshuang cleared the thoughts in her mind, closed her eyes and meditated with Qianyujian's divine consciousness. She stood faintly in a mirror-like empty world, but the empty clock frame was faintly heard from the bell. The sound of percussion, she listened to the untuned percussion tones and moved forward, the ground suddenly vibrated, and there was rain falling from the sky in the sky. She wanted to hold the sword to resist, and found that her hands were empty, and she wanted to draw a magical energy to resist. , But found that the magic energy seems to be unable to display.

"Little fool, what are you thinking? This is the divine consciousness space between you and Thousand Rain Sword. How can you use devil energy?"

A long-lost familiar voice rang from his side with a smile.

Lin Qianshuang's eyes shrank and raised her head. Xuan Luowan held a plain umbrella with her left hand to block the rain above her head, and her right hand held a chilling piano. The fringed hair band flew with the scattered hair, and she wore a white dress. Qingling, looking at her with a funny smile.

"Xiaowan, you...woke up?"

"The fluctuation between you and Thousand Rain Sword Divine Sense disturbed Hanchanqin, and I came here along the connected Lingluo together."

"I am a ghost, not yet born."

Xuan Luo put away the plain umbrella in the evening and shook off the weird blue raindrops on it. The eyelashes drooped slightly to hide the emotions of the red eyes. In fact, I have been looking at you, by your side, Shuangshuang.

You just don't know.

There was another blue raindrop falling from the clear mirror of the sky. The plain umbrella in Xuan Luo Wan's hand was covering the sky above the two of them. The blue rain splashed down on the empty chime frame, and a row of red chimes. Emerges, but the source of the sound is not here.

"Hearing the sound source, choose an empty clock stand to stop on it when the rain is approaching, the chime from red to purple is a ghostly appearance, if it is colored and vocal, it has been heard and imaged."

Mu Weiyin's voice spread from the outside to the inside where they were.

"Shuangshuang, the blue rain here is not to be touched, otherwise it will force your spiritual consciousness to fall, and the rain will choose people to fall. You stand here and listen to the sound and guide the way. I will look for the source of the sound for you."

Xuan Luo turned into a white fox and leaped onto the clock stand. She happily sat down with her two big fluffy tails, her paws on her chin and her head tilted and looked at her.

Lin Qianshuang was electrocuted by those fox eyes with her own obsession, blushed, coughed, and said, "Okay, I will trouble you, Xiao Wan."

Rain falls on the plain umbrella in the sky every so long, and she wants to find the exact sound source when the chimes ring and the rain falls.

Lin Qianshuang discerned the noisy sounds. She realized that the chime was only one of the faint sounds of the complex music she heard when she first came in.

The rain fell on the umbrella surface and made a crackling rain, and the sound source position of the chimes changed again.

Lin Qianshuang was blocked from distinguishing the sound source, and she calmed down again and continued to listen and distinguish various sounds.

After several failures, Lin Qianshuang gradually felt that before the rain fell, she found the sound source faster and faster.

Another falling rain crackled head-on, and Lin Qianshuang found the sound source in a moment. Her closed eyes opened, and she reached out to drag the plain umbrella above her head and spin in one direction.

"Xiaowan, right there!"

The white fox opened his mouth, bit the handle of the umbrella, and leaped onto a clock stand pointed to by Lin Qianshuang.

The dark purple chime that shook and struck appeared on the clock frame, and the plain umbrella finally could not withstand the rain and dissipated in the mouth of the white fox.

Dark purple appearance, three lows and two highs, according to the illustrated book handed by Qian Yujian in her hand, these ghosts should be more lethal ghost infants, addicted to food and extremely destructive.

The formation of Penglai Immortal Gate may not be able to hold the ghost infant for long.

Lin Qianshuang thought, but couldn't help looking at a certain place. After the two pairs of eyes met, both of them smiled at each other's tacit cooperation, and made a high-five gesture toward each other from a distance.

Xuan Luowan hugged the qin and floated on the clock stand on one foot, looking at her quietly, without approaching, as if she was waiting for her to speak first.

"Xiaowan, I'm leaving first. I will always get the Tianshu mirror. I look forward to our next meeting."

Lin Qianshuang took a deep look and turned to leave.

"Shuangshuang, don't do things that embarrass yourself."

Xuan Luowan hugged Hanchanqin and shouted towards the person who was leaving. Under his gentle face, a pair of red eyes flicked a ray of red light, "I look forward to seeing us next time."

Han Chanqin fell from the midair of the meditating woman into a silver light and hid in her jade slip.

Lin Qianshuang opened his eyes, Mu Weiyin held her hand from behind and stroked the sword, and said: "You have seen the murderous thing in the mansion, and it is the purple step you'heared' from Qianyu Sword. Li ghost, the highest level of sword cultivation is the unity of human and sword. If you want to promote your demon infant, you need to practice with the sword to become your own sword spirit."

"Own sword spirit?"

Lin Qianshuang said to Mu Weiyin, "Ayin, where is your sword spirit?"

"I don't have a sword spirit, so when I first entered the sword, I would often be teased by my companions in the Yixiang Building."

Mu Weiyin smiled and said: "In fact, the existence of a sword spirit has nothing to do with the path of cultivation, as long as you have the heart, you will always find another way out."

Zi Xiao seemed to have been eavesdropping for a long time, and then interjected: "A sword repairman who hasn't cultivated into a sword spirit during the Tribulation Period is too incredible. The master of my life once said that sword repair without a sword spirit cannot survive the sky. It's destined to be unable to ascend."

Lin Qianshuang looked at Mu Weiyin. Indeed, in the novel, Mu Weiyin really stayed in the catastrophe period for a whole hundred years. It seemed that he was delaying time.

A thick ghost aura mixed with the dead aura of the corpse came head on.

Zi Xiao stood up from the stone lion, she felt the prying from Li Gui, and the ghost gas seemed to be looking for an opportunity to swallow her.

The formation of the people at Penglai Immortal Gate was as true as Mu Weiyin said, breaking at the touch of a touch, and did not insist on the hour of tea.

"Are you protecting me?"

Zi Xiao unexpectedly watched Lin Qianshuang, Mu Weiyin, and Xiao Lanle stand in front of her, with a look of surprise.

Mu Weiyin turned his head and stated the facts very seriously: "You are a new-born sword spirit who can't beat the ghost womb who has been complaining for hundreds of years in the ancient well. If you don't want to be eaten, you'd better join us."

Zi Xiao shook his whip, angered by being underestimated, and then smiled back: "I'll show you my strength."