The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

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

The rich and powerful are covering the sky in their hometown. Hearing this vision, they want to arrest her. Under the arrangement of her parents and friends, she fled her hometown, but she didn't want to be favored.

My father said, seeing the various states of life, there is affection in Fang's heart, which makes people feel it.

She packed up the things and went to various places. Everywhere she went, she went to the biggest band here to play the piano, and when she felt no music, she set off for the next place.

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

After dealing with Miao Lefang, Miao Yin came to Miaoshan Mountain Temple.

Looking at the broken stone statue and the dusty table case, Miaoyin squeezed the soft flesh of her palm, placed the tribute incense candle on the table case, and bowed on the ground.

"Three days have come, Miaoyin has come to pay homage to Lord Guijun."

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

At night, when the wind was blowing, Lin Sui looked at the slightly trembling woman below and let the pipa float in front of her.

Miaoyin couldn't move her eyes when she saw the pipa, she got up as if bewitched, and stretched out her hand.

At the moment of touching, the great sorrow, great joy, great anger and sorrow of life exploded together in her mind. Her facial features were distorted, and the expression on her face changed again and again, sometimes vicious and sometimes psychedelic, sometimes furious and sometimes sad, tears It dripped from her eye sockets, strangely.

The delicate beauty was hideous like a ghost, she hugged the pipa in her arms, 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 torn and howled by the sound of the piano, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain heard the sharper wind and ghost cries faintly in the wind, and covered their quilts tightly one by one.

It was a scene of hell, the sound of the piano was chaotic and noisy, and after midnight, the harsh sound gradually became a melody.

The tune is angry and sad, and it seems to be able to draw out the sad things in the heart of the heart, making people mourn endlessly.

Those little ghosts shed blood and tears one after another, as if they were silent in the emotions that were hard to escape.

On the floating soft couch, the beauty reclined, admiring it as if listening to fairy music.

Yan Qin rubbed his ears with some displeasure, looked at Lin Sui and asked, "It doesn't sound as good as the random dial you just made twice."

Lin Sui nodded with a smile on the tip of his nose: "The cow chews peonies."

Yan Qin looked at his opening and closing lips, and thought to himself when he had to suck in some more yin.

He still had to practice hard, and when his skill surpassed Lin Sui's, he had the final say on when to inhale ghost energy and how much he wanted to inhale.

Lin Sui looked at Miaoyin, flicked his sleeves lightly and said, "From now on, you will be its owner."

"Thank you Ghost Lord."

Miaoyin was still in a state of mind, gently stroking the Qiqingqin, she already had a feeling for this piano, and she knew how to use it without Gui Jun's teaching.

"From now on, you will be my maid, are you willing?"

Miaoyin bowed: "I would like to do the work of a dog and a horse for the ghost king, do the things of the world in life, and follow me after death."

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

"After dawn, someone came to push this temple, and built another one ten miles west from this point."

Lin Sui raised her hand, and Miaoyin found an extra ingot of gold in her palm.

Miaoyin saluted: "Yes."

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

Ten miles to the west is where the Yin vein of this mountain is located, and it is most suitable for building ghost temples.

Lin Sui didn't enclose the land here just to have a residence, but to store something here so that others would know his reputation.

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

Liaochen asked him to catch ninety-nine fierce creatures and seal them in the blood gourd, so his whereabouts were uncertain.

Lin Sui thought that instead of looking for him, it would be better to let someone come to his door.

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

No matter what time it is, money is easy to do.

In less than half an hour, the original mountain temple was pushed into ruins.

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

Some people kept picking high-quality stones to the mountain. There were not many people in the temple mountain, but many people came today.

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

"Let's say it should be repaired, the previous one is too broken."

"I heard that it was donated by well-meaning people. When it is completed, 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 said, "Miaoshan Temple."

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

"Miaoshan Temple, the offering is naturally Lord Miaoshan."

The woman in the veil was full of admiration. She walked forward, and the hem of her clothes fluttered as she walked. The color was red and black like blood.

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

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

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

Going westward for more than five hundred miles from Yunliang County, there is a county called Yangjin, which is the richest and most prosperous place in Ningling Prefecture.

In front of Yunlai Inn, the yawning Xiao Er

As he was about to close the door, he found a young woman walking slowly not far away.