Di Dongqing didn’t boast, he was indeed measured.

He didn’t go out, but opened the shutters to reveal a complete view.

The window faced a row of ever-burning lights.

The wick of an ever-burning lamp is not an ordinary candle, but a strip of cloth twisted into strands. The strip of cloth continuously draws the lamp oil stored in the lamp holder into the candle head. As long as the lamp oil is not exhausted, the candle head will not go out.

During the funeral, the ever-burning lamps were filled with new lamp oil every day. The reserves were abundant, and the flames danced vigorously. The candlelight converged into a white jade-colored river, flowing from the backyard to the front yard.

Mu Chuan and the swordsman fought close to each other, and the outcome was hard to tell. After dozens of rounds, they finally separated for a short time, and each retreated, separated by the two sides of the river, waiting for an opportunity.

It was at this time that Di Dongqing made his move.

He picked up the sapphire pen holder on the desk and threw it at the candlestick at the end of the road with skillful technique and precise force.The jade was originally a calligraphy treasure of the study, but it was drawn out of his hand with a strong force, a gust of wind was set off, and an arc-shaped trajectory was drawn, which happened to hit the farthest lampstand.

The slender lamppost fell in response to the sound, and the lamp oil at the bottom spilled onto the ground, ignited by the flying sparks, rose up in an instant, and merged into a wall of fire.

Lu Zhengqiu looked at the disciples beside him in surprise.He had used this trick of throwing stones and tricks once when saving people in Wutong Town, but Dongqing had already learned it all.

Di Dongqing didn’t intend to replace Mu Chuan to meet the enemy, but to help secretly to seize the good opportunity.

In just half a day, he already knew his friend and saw the intention of his friend’s moves, so he adopted such a strategy to buy Mu Chuan a chance to speak.

His timing was accurate, the wall of fire happened to be between the two of them, blocking the swordsman’s attack.

Mu Chuan had a pause for a moment, and immediately raised his voice: “Wait a minute, I know you are not a ghost, I have something to tell you!”

The shadow on the opposite side was shaking in the firelight, and a hoarse voice said: “You are wrong, I am a ghost more terrible than ghosts.”

Not to be outdone, Mu Chuan said, “Then I’m the yamen servant who investigates unjust cases, and I can clear up your wrongdoings.”

While arguing, the young Yacha put the blade of his left hand against the crook of his right arm, wiped off the dust and soot on the knife with his clothes, and made it shine again.

The hoarse voice changed slightly, becoming deeper and more cautious: “Who are you, and why is your kung fu so close to his?”

Mu Chuan was startled, and then said loudly: “I am Shen Zhaoyun’s disciple!”

The ghost on the opposite side was silent for a moment, then laughed three times quickly, and said: “Okay, I have the guts, if you dare to take my trick, I will believe you!”

In just a few words, the lamp oil on the ground has been burned out, and the fire gradually recedes, like a torn spider’s thread, leaving only sporadic pale flames, which can no longer block the attacker’s footsteps.

The evil ghost rises up with a sword.

The willow-leaf rapier cut through the night, swift as lightning, and in the reflection of the candles in all directions, one shadow turned into tens of thousands, like a wave, cutting towards Mu Chuan’s head from all directions.

Even Di Dongqing couldn’t help clenching her palms.

Mu Chuan still stood where he was, like the only eye in the storm, despite the turbulence around him, he remained steadfast.

The knife in his hand is heavy enough, just like his heart, slow but strong, allowing the world to change, and responding to all changes with the same.

The turbulent tide returned to silence after a clear sound, the blade caught the edge of the sword, thousands of shadows fell silent, and the crippled appearance disappeared. Finally, there was only one sword and one person left in the field of vision.

This round, Mu Chuan won.

Mu Chuan finally saw the ghost’s face clearly, it was a tired face, with dark circles around the eyes, haggard hair, haggard appearance, even without a disguise, it was almost no different from a ghost.

He stammered: “You, you are Zhao Ji.”

Zhao Ji’s face emerged from the dark robe, raising his eyebrows: “Do you know me?”

Mu Chuan nodded vigorously: “You, you are still alive, it’s really great.”

Zhao Jin stared at him for a long time, finally sighed, lowered the sword in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: “It’s really not fun to fight in front of your own mourning hall.”

There was a mess in front of the mourning hall.

When the two were fighting just now, they overturned many decorations, and even the banner was cut into several sections by the sharp blade, and they collapsed on the ground together with the dummy.

The incomplete candlestick fell to the ground. Although one candle was reduced, it did not ease the desolation in the courtyard, but made the atmosphere even more spooky.

Mu Chuan’s face turned pale again.

In the blink of an eye, he turned back into the coward Mu Chuan again, and his calm posture just now disappeared.There was no killing intent in his eyes, only fear.

Fortunately, Di Dongqing and Lu Zhengqiu showed up in time to meet them.

“Aren’t you two injured?” Di Dongqing raised his hand to touch Mu Chuan’s face, and comforted him, “There are no ghosts here, only people, so you can relax.”

Mu Chuan nodded, and put the knife in his hand into the sheath.

“It’s really dangerous just now,” Lu Zhengqiu sighed, rubbing his chest, and turned to the black ghost, “You are Zhao Ji, right? This little brother is a good man. Now that he knows that you have been wronged, he will not force you down again.” Cliff once.”

Hearing this, Zhao Ji sighed and said, “Actually, I wasn’t forced off the cliff.”

Mu Chuan showed surprise: “What do you mean?”

Zhao Ji said: “I specially found a cliff with branches sticking out, pretended to stumble and fall, and then clung to the branches to survive.”

Mu Chuan was even more astonished: “This is too dangerous.”

Zhao Ji smiled wryly: “No matter how dangerous it is under the cliff, it is safer than staying on the ground. So I would rather take the risk than live in other people’s schemes.”

“conspiracy?”

Before he could answer, his shoulders twitched violently, he bowed his back, covered his mouth with his hands, coughed heavily, and coughed up a ball of blood from deep in his throat.He frowned and looked at the palm of his hand. The blood he coughed up was unnaturally black with pus.

When Di Dongqing saw the eyes, he immediately showed shock – he had seen such symptoms of coughing up blood in people who took Fuyao Qingfeng.

After the Yushan clan was reborn, the misfortune that happened in the mountains spread throughout the rivers and lakes, and the reputation of Fuyao Qingfeng plummeted as a result, from an omnipotent elixir to a monster.Ordinary people will not easily take risks and risk their lives.

Di Dongqing couldn’t bear to see innocent people being tortured again, so she took out the Tianxiang Yedan she carried with her.

These pills were originally reserved for the master, and they were very precious, but in order to save others, he took out one without hesitation and handed it to Zhao Ji: “Take this medicine, and you will feel better.”

Seeing that the other party was still suspicious, he added, “You are coughing up blood because of too much yin in your body. When you are lucky, do you often feel blocked, which affects your internal organs and burns intolerable pain?”

Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows, stared at his face, and asked suspiciously: “How do you know?”

Di Dongqing met his gaze directly, and replied: “I am a doctor, and I have treated such patients.”

Zhao Ji nodded, pinched the elixir in his hand, but didn’t give it to his mouth, just held it in front of his eyes and looked at it over and over again.

Di Dongqing couldn’t see what he was thinking, so she said, “If you don’t believe me…”

But Zhao Ji interrupted him and said: “Doctor, you misunderstood. Of course I believe it. I was just thinking that the pill tastes too bitter. It would be nice if I had a bowl of wine.”