"Where did the evil ghost come from?"

Zhou Yi took back the treasure tripod and circled the courtyard twice.

There are more than one place in the world where there are many dead people, such as the mass grave outside the Shenjing City, where there are so many refugee corpses piled up. It is said that the nearby wild dogs have red eyes, like evil ghosts.

People often die in the prison, and there are also places where corpses are disposed of.

Over the years, it has become a burial pit.

Twenty or thirty corpses were buried in the yard, which was far worse than these two places, but the ghost transformed into a fierce ghost.

"Those places are full of yin energy and rarely visited. The only difference between them and the courtyard... is that they don't have me?"

Zhou Yi is low-key and cautious, but he is not stupid and unaware of it. Guiyuan Jue is a method of cultivating immortals. It gathers the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth into his body, which may cause mysterious changes.

"Buy another yard to use for practice. This place can be viewed for outsiders and you can also hide your identity."

This evil ghost has already faded away, but it may not be possible to condense. It would be a bad idea if Zhou Yi was concentrating on his practice while he was practicing quietly and he rushed over to possess his body.

Be careful in everything. If you don’t want to go to Chunfeng Tower for a few years, you will only have the money to buy a courtyard!

At this time.

The sound of light skills flying came, and the white-clothed middle-aged clothes fluttered in the wind, and they fell into the yard through the moonlight.

The winter is cold and windy, carrying two jars of wine in one hand and a fan of white paper in the other.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows: "You guy is here quite quickly!"

"Jinyu went to find me and said that there was an old man."

Lao Bai said: "After all, after so many years, you have practiced that evil skill again. I thought you died wherever you died."

"Settlement means changing the foundation and making up for your life span."

Zhou Yi half-true and half-falsely found a reason: "Chen Ya'er is good. If you believe me when you meet him, don't go to the world and die outside for nothing."

"It's Jin Yu, who means the beauty of jade! I went to find the Master of the Imperial College to give him the name."

Lao Bai poured two bowls of wine: "Since you left Shenjing, you will never find someone who can drink happily!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "A saint of robbery is known as a friend all over the world, and one call from the world is a hundred responses."

"It's different. Since I've left the world, I can't get too involved with it anymore."

Lao Bai shook his head and sighed. Some people may miss the past, but more soothing and gratitude.

"Then I'll drink with you until you're old!"

Zhou Yi met Lao Bai in prison. In the blink of an eye, he had known for more than 20 years that this guy was the same type of person as him.

Lao Bai seemed to be bold and reckless, and had stole many treasures, but in fact he was fine. He was the same as Zhou Yi. There were countless masters of light skills in the world, and many were famous for his skillful hands, but only Lao Bai was named the sage.

Because others are not careful in their work and are not careful, they will eventually suffer.

The only thing that Lao Bai had was the robbery of the county prince's mansion, and he was arrested for the rest of his life.

Lao Bai shook his head and waved his hand to wipe off his face. There were crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. His face was no longer handsome, and he had a more vicissitudes of wind and frost.

"We are old!"

Knowing the destiny at the age of fifty is already an age of joy and forgetting worries, and being calm about honor and disgrace. In this era, it is already an old man!

Lao Bai is two years older than Zhou Yi, fifty and eighty, and is approaching sixty!

Zhou Yi was stunned and saw that his few friends were getting old, so he raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl.

"Young children are old in the world!"

"Where did Lao Zhou learn sour poems? Even at this age, we are still a fan of thousands of people. Many chivalrous women in the world admire them and come to Beijing to visit them."

Lao Bai had already seen it: "On the contrary, you can't find a wife until you are old!"

"Respect? I think it's admiration!"

Zhou Yi said contemptuously: "You are so cute. How can the princess be able to bear it when she gets married to the family?"

Lao Bai said silly: "Hehe! I don't blame me for this matter, it was Rongchang who took the initiative to raise it."

"Blow, then blow!"

Zhou Yi said: "You are so powerful, why don't you see the senior sister of the Sword Sect?"

"Shuwan's face is thin and she doesn't want to come to Beijing."

Lao Bai said helplessly: "I can only go to Wuliang Mountain every year and stay for three or two months. After all, I am the head of a famous and upright sect, and I cannot be wronged at home as a concubine."

“…”

Zhou Yi endured the desire to kill Lao Bai with a cauldron. Every time he talked to him about women, he would be crushed.

No matter how beautiful the courtesan in Chunfeng Tower is, it is not as good as the female head of the Sword Sect, the saint of the Demon Sect, and the lady of a noble family... Perhaps the appearance is comparable, and the sense of conquest brought by her status is instantly different!

"How has the situation changed in recent years? Has Zhang Xiang died?"

Zhou Yi stubbornly changed the topic and secretly comforted himself. When Old Bai can't move, he went to find him to talk about the beauty in the world.

"In the third year of Jinglong, Zhang Xiang died of old age during his posthumous title, and his posthumous title was Wen Zhong. His Majesty was given a gift from his disciple to mourn the funeral!"

Lao Bai said: "As for the others, nothing major happened in recent years. Your Majesty is young and strong, and he is gentle. All officials say they have the appearance of Zhongzong."

"Mental? It should be said to be weak!"

After Zhou Yi came out of seclusion, he already knew the result of the peace agreement in the northern border. Not only did he ceded land and paid compensation, Emperor Jinglong was able to give up his priest and personally invite the bones of the enemy prince out of the Taimiao.

Because of this, Zhang Xiang went north and quickly drafted a peace agreement!

Lao Bai said: "It's not bad to be weak. Your Majesty has not killed the nine clans for ten years ascending the throne. Everyone is doing well."

"Fengyang Kingdom has produced Wu Zhong in a row, and Wen Zhong has two generations of outstanding talents, which has reversed the decadent situation in one fell swoop. It seems that the country will not be able to fall into a short period of time."

Zhou Yi has no resentment towards Fengyang Kingdom and comments purely from the perspective of the spectator.

Even if the world changes, it means changing people to become emperors. As the man said back then, no one can cure scholars if they are terrible, and there will be no less corrupt officials who should have.

Two old men who have met again in ten years have endless things to say with the intention of drinking.

During this period, when talking about the dry bones in the yard, the old white face showed a narrow-minded look.

"Does Lao Zhou know who this person is?"

"Since you guys are laughing at me, you're not a thief in the path cutting, isn't it..."

Zhou Yi felt something: "Is it a member of the Zhou clan?"

"You guy is too cunning, boring!"

Lao Bai said: "Since you left for two years, your courtyard has become a ghost house. Strange screams are heard from time to time at night, and most of the neighbors around are so scared that they move away."

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "There is indeed a fierce ghost. I just slapped me to death!"

“…”

Lao Bai was speechless for a moment and couldn't help asking: "Lao Zhou, how high are your kung fu?"

Zhou Yi shrugged: "It's only three or four floors high!"

Lao Bai asked again: "What floor am I on?"

Zhou Yi thought about the difference between the two and said truthfully: "You are about three or four floors underground."

"Continue to talk about the ghost house..."

When Lao Bai was young, he did not pursue martial arts very much. He practiced light skills, one was handsome and elegant, and the other was to escape to save his life. At this age, he lost his competitive spirit.

"Five years ago, the Zhou family got news from somewhere. They thought you were dead outside, so they came to Beijing to take over the house. As a result, they were killed by a ghost. The man was still your nephew, and it seemed that he was named Zhou Fang."

"Suffer yourself."

Zhou Yi had already divided his family among the clans. From a legal perspective, it was not the turn of the Zhou clan to inherit the inheritance.

"I've sent someone to send me away."

Lao Bai said: "Don't go into seclusion for too long next time, so as not to burn paper with me."

"Remember!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly.

Then the topic went from the temple to the rivers and lakes, from the south to the north, until the rooster crowed three times, and the sky was white in the east before we stopped.

"How many times can you have in your life? It's so enjoyable!"

Lao Bai stood up and said goodbye, never walking through the main entrance, and flew away on the wall in the air.

Zhou Yi stood in the yard for a long time and sighed quietly.

"It has been a thousand years in the world when it is released in the mountains!"

Now that I have just entered the path of immortality, I often go into seclusion for ten years, and my cultivation will be advanced in the future. After one seclusion, I may have lived and died in the mundane world for several generations.
Chapter completed!