The ghost-catching princess, she always pretends to be weak

After dilly-dallying for a long time, the master stood at the door of the yard.

"Master." Wen Jiu frowned and saluted, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Quanzhen Sanren stroked his beard and said seriously: "What? I wanted to get the ghost hunting order and go down the mountain every day. Now everything is done as you want, why are you still looking sad?"

Wen Jiu opened his mouth. What the master said was indeed correct. The ghost hunters in Qingyun Mountain all dream of getting a ghost hunting order, such as Xiao Shizhou, the only one who doesn't have a ghost hunting order.

"Having said that, my disciple always feels that this time is very difficult. He is far away from his master and brothers, and he still feels unsure." She lowered her eyes, feeling uneasy for some reason.

Quanzhen Sanren looked at Wen Jiu with clear eyes: "Xiaojiu, this is not like you."

"Although your health has been inferior to others since you were young, you have never given up at all. Whether it's drawing talismans or martial arts, you keep up with me in everything."

"You have gone through the most difficult days, and now you have to be afraid."

"What are you afraid of? Afraid of returning to the capital? Without the protection of master and senior brothers? Or...an uncertain future?"

Wen Jiu couldn't explain. He felt that once he left, it would be difficult for him to return to the situation he was in today.

But in this life, there is no turning back.

"Xiaojiu, go down the mountain quickly and don't look back."

It seems that the master always likes to tell himself not to look back. It turns out that it is the same when he is walking at night. He is afraid that he will touch something unclean on his face if he turns around.

Now Wen Jiu also knows that when every ghost hunter who has obtained a ghost hunting order goes down the mountain alone for the first time, people all over the mountain will stand on Qingyun Mountain and watch him go down the mountain.

Don't look back, once you look back you won't be able to let go.

Wen Jiu put on the red cloak and got on the carriage heading to the capital. Suddenly, she didn't tell her father and mother about her return.

It wasn't until the carriage passed through the trails on the outskirts of Beijing that the ghost hunting order on his waist suddenly moved.

She stared at the jade pendant shining with strange light, which was quite magical. Now was not the time to marvel, so she subconsciously opened the car curtain.

At a glance, there are a few lonely graves scattered on the small slope not far away, but they don't look out of the ordinary.

The carriage sped along and passed a crooked-neck tree with layers of black air on it.

With just one glance, Wen Jiu didn't see what was inside.

"Stop." Wen Jiu stopped the carriage: "Uncle, I will sit here."

"Girl, this is still two miles away from the city gate." The coachman uncle looked at Wen Jiu up and down. He didn't look like a girl who could walk such a far distance.

Judging from the look on his face, he might collapse within half a mile of walking.

Wen Jiu smiled and said comfortingly: "Uncle, don't worry, I happen to have something to do here. I will go to the city later."

The driver looked around. In this wilderness, except for the Daxing Temple not far away halfway up the mountain, he really didn't dare to guess what could happen to this girl.

You can't come here to worship.

The driver frowned and reminded kindly: "Girl, this road is not peaceful, it's very evil. If you don't have anything important to do, can I help you to the city first, and then you can come out when it gets darker another day?" "

Is this road not peaceful? Still evil? It seems that this evil spirit has been here for a long time.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will still pay you the money for the car. I will definitely show up in the capital tomorrow."

Wen Jiu handed over the silver in his hand, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to the crooked-neck tree.

A hanged man.

She had already suppressed the black mist around her body and looked towards this side with a playful look on her face.

It seems that Wen Jiu is her next target. I don't know whose luck this is.

The little old man was still a little worried and turned back three times. But for some reason, the horse seemed to be stimulated and jumped out with the car.

Wen Jiu looked at the wisp of black air on the horse's legs. It seemed that the ghost couldn't wait any longer. Yes, probably because he has lived a long time.

Wen Jiu pretended not to see it, turned around and walked towards Daxing Temple.

This road is the only way to go to Daxing Temple. At this time, the sky is getting dark and there are many people returning to the city. If you start rashly at this time, you will inevitably be discovered. It is better to wait.

But at Daxing Temple, she looked far away and saw a young monk lighting the lantern at the gate.

Blood red, very oozing.

There is something wrong with a temple that is prosperous but looks so scary.

She was just walking on this road, and the evil spirit was hanging on the tree, its mouth wide open, waiting for her to turn around.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky turned completely dark.

Wen Jiu stood up, stretched slightly, and touched the talisman around his waist.

everything's ready.

She wrapped her cloak tightly around her and hurriedly walked onto this road, like a passerby returning home late at night, rushing back to the capital.

There are phosphorus lights everywhere. No wonder there are no night travelers on this road. Doesn't this look like the ghost eyes mentioned in the storybook?

When passing the crooked neck tree, Wen Jiu subconsciously slowed down. She really didn't have to worry about the evil spirit escaping. She still had to worry about the evil spirit not appearing.

Sure enough, a dark wind blew behind him, and a ghost was approaching.

Wen Jiu pretended to be scared and took a few steps forward. The Hanged Ghost loved to see people frightened and frightened.

It must have been running rampant on this road for a long time, and the capital has been short of ghost hunters for a long time.

Wen Jiu subconsciously stopped and gathered his cloak, looking calm and relaxed.

This move completely angered the evil spirit, who suddenly appeared in front of Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu hid half of his face in his cloak, and casually took out a piece of talisman and punched it out. The hideous-looking hanged man was nothing more than a puddle of smelly yellow water.

She lifted her hat and looked at the graves scattered on the small slope not far away. The phosphorus fire dimmed a lot.

Although this hanged ghost has been running rampant on this road for a long time, it doesn't have any skills. It's just that no one in the capital can catch it.

She wrapped her cloak again and made light work of the journey. It was only three miles and would not waste any time.

Even if the city gate has been closed for a long time, he still has many ways to enter the city.

Before leaving, the master told her that she didn't have to stay in the capital all the time. If she could complete the ghost hunting order in the capital, she could go back to Qingyun Mountain anytime she wanted, as long as she didn't mind the round trip.

Wen Jiu felt a lot more at ease. He only came back for two things this time.

One is to execute the ghost hunting order.

The second is that she has an engagement with the son of the eldest princess, and it's time for a result, the outcome of ending the engagement.

When she showed up at home the next day, Father Wen and Mother Wen were very happy to know that she could stay in Beijing for a long time.

This cleared up Zhiyuting. Zisu and Banxia had been Wen Jiu's maids since childhood.

When the young lady was not at home, they thought that the young lady was in poor health and rested in the village. Occasionally they would come back during the holidays.

Now that Wen Jiu has returned to Beijing, looking pale and weak and unable to take care of himself, he is even more attentive to his service.

This young lady in their house is not sure what her destiny is.