Chapter 90 Scholar

It's a night, it's slightly cool at the end of summer, and the mood of autumn is beginning to show.

Inside the somewhat dilapidated Ma family ancestral hall.

A few young men on vigil were sitting at the door, chatting.

"Tell me, he was so good, why is this person gone?"

"Yes, the clan spends so much money every year to feed and take care of the boy. Don't we just hope that he will get a good name and come back to glorify the family?"

"In the end, this kid, who was so good, disappeared!"

"I heard from the old gentleman in the school that this boy's articles are very good. He will definitely be a child student in this exam. In the future, he will be a scholar or even a candidate. I didn't expect him to..."

"It's really strange. The day before yesterday, I saw that he was still eating and drinking well. Why did he disappear all of a sudden? Could it be that he encountered some ghosts and fox spirits and secretly sucked away his yang energy?"

"What a ghost fox spirit, don't scare me, kid."

"Don't tell me, I heard that those ghost foxes like the white-faced scholars with thin skin and tender flesh the most."

"Yes, yes, I heard that they fall in love during the day, and turn into beauties at night, and come to have sex with men. They also have a trick called... red sleeves add fragrance!"

"If they come here a few times, not to mention those weak scholars who can't lift their shoulders or lift their hands, even vigorous farm men like us will lose their yang energy and die!"

"No, if those ghost foxes want to absorb people's yang energy, then why are they looking for weak scholars? How much yang energy can they have with their egg-like appearance and silver spears and wax heads?"

"That's right, you should look for men like us, especially me. When I wake up every morning, I have to stand tall and have as much yang energy as possible. Isn't it better than those useless pretty boys?"

"Maybe this is what I like."

"Hey, I see, it's all made up by those scholars, so good things like this can only happen to scholars. Honest men like us can only rely on our own hands."

"If there really is a ghost fox beauty coming to my door, then I will definitely make her unable to get out of bed!"

"Come on, just..."

The chat among the young people became more and more obscene, and they began to joke regardless of the occasion.

Only a little old man didn't make a fuss. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. After the young men calmed down, he said, "You guys, you don't know the heights of the world. Do you really think that the ghost fox theory is false?"

"this……"

Several young people looked at each other and looked at the old man with some confusion: "Master Ba, what do you mean by this? Are there really ghosts, foxes and monsters in the world?"

"Can you be louder?"

Master Ba glared at the man and said a lesson: "Boys, remember, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. As the saying goes, there are gods three feet above your head. Keep a respectful distance from the things involving gods and ghosts!"

"this……"

Seeing him being so serious, several young people felt guilty. Only one of them was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

"Master Ba, please stop scaring people. If there really are ghost foxes that suck people's yang energy, then why do they specifically look for white-faced scholars? Don't we farm guys have more yang energy?"

Hearing this, the others also became emboldened and shouted: "That's right, if you don't absorb the yang energy and just have a handsome face, then what's so scary about ghost foxes? I can't wait for them to come and be my wife!"

"What do you know?"

Master Ba rolled his eyes at a few people: "The ghost fox is looking for the scholar not only for the stranger's yang energy, but also for the scholar's literary spirit."

Everyone was curious: "What kind of literary spirit?"

"I'm not so sure either."

Master Ba shook his head: "But I heard from the old people in the past that some scholars who read a lot and have good knowledge have a literary spirit, and those ghosts, foxes and ghosts are very good at inhaling it, so they always like to find scholars. When the scholars are gone, they will I will look for you young men and suck your yang energy..."

Seeing his serious look, several young people looked at each other and became a little scared.

"Master Ba, don't scare us!"

"That's right!"

"I think that kid is probably suffering from some serious illness and will die from it."

"Yes, yes, I saw the corpse. His face and body were twitching and deformed. He must have died of epilepsy."

Several people followed the instructions and avoided the topic of ghost foxes.

Mr. Ba smiled coldly: "Now you know you are afraid, you should be quieter in the future. Besides..."

As he said that, he looked back at the ancestral hall, and then asked a few people: "Do you know why the patriarch asked me and you to watch the corpse at night?"

"this……"

Several people looked at each other in confusion.

Master Ba shook his head and said faintly: "People who die so violently can't hold their breath, and the blockage is stuck in their throats. If one of them is not good, they will..."

"What will it be?"

Everyone swallowed and looked at him nervously: "That's what you said!"

"It will transform into a corpse!"

Ba Ye smiled sinisterly, showing his yellow teeth: "Do you know what corpse transformation is...?"

"Wow!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sound behind him.

Mr. Ba's expression froze and he froze on the spot.

Several young people were also stunned for a moment, then they raised their heads and followed the sound. They suddenly looked horrified and pointed at the ancestral hall behind Master Ba. They opened their mouths wide but could not utter a single word. They stood there, shaking like chaff.

Seeing how these people looked like this, Master Ba shuddered and yelled quickly: "Smelly, stinky boy, stop making trouble, you want to scare people to death at night..."

"The corpse has transformed!"

Before he finished speaking, several young men screamed, turned around and ran out of the door.

"!!!"

Eighth Master's body twitched, and he turned back with difficulty, only to see that in the ancestral hall, on the horizontal board, a person who was originally lying was sitting up at this moment.

This made Eighth Master pale immediately, and his legs softened and he sat on the ground, and then he propped up his body in panic and ran out.

"Corpse, corpse, come quickly, help!!!"

...

In the ancestral hall, on the horizontal board, Xu Yang frowned, pressed his temple with one hand, and felt a sharp pain in his head. His memory was even more chaotic, as if his head was split open and his soul was torn apart.

What happened?

What happened to the original owner, and he was injured so seriously that even the power of his soul from the dream butterfly could not completely heal his injuries?

Xu Yang sat on the horizontal board, holding his head with both hands, and pressing his temple with ten fingers, trying to relieve the pain, but it didn't work at all.

In desperation, he did not care about the surrounding situation and directly used the martial arts skills.

In the real world, most of the cultivation methods have methods to cultivate the soul. After Xu Yang integrated it into the martial arts, he finally made up for the major defect of martial arts cultivation that it is difficult to cultivate the soul before concentrating the mind.

Now the head is so painful, it should not be a simple physical injury, but a soul injury.

Xu Yang Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is not a conventional possession. It receives not only the body but also the soul. Therefore, the soul injury that killed the "original owner" also affects him at this moment.

Xu Yang hugged his head and silently practiced the martial arts. I don't know how long it took before the severe pain in his mind gradually disappeared.

"Huh, huh!"

At this time, he was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.

At the same time, a fragmented and chaotic memory information also emerged in his mind.

His name is Ma Wencai, and he is from Guobei County, Jinhua Prefecture, Jiangsu and Zhejiang. His parents died when he was young, and he was helpless. Fortunately, he was gifted and intelligent, and was a good student. Therefore, he was cultivated by the clan and entered the clan to study. Because of his excellent performance, he was supplied with grain and rice every month.

He knew it was not easy, and he was even more studious. He really "turned a deaf ear to the outside world and studied the books of sages with one heart", hoping to pass the imperial examination and stand out.

In this way, he worked diligently and finally grew up and could take the imperial examination.

But he didn't expect that on the eve of the county examination, he actually...

What happened?

Xu Yang didn't know.

The incomplete memory was interrupted, and the chaotic information was lost.

He died, but he didn't know why he died or why he died.

He didn't even have the memory before his death, as if a piece of his soul was torn away.

This made Xu Yang frown and feel uneasy.

Although the memory information was missing, he was still sure that the original owner's death was not an accident.

It was man-made!

Someone has assassinated him.

Now that he has come back to life, the other party will definitely not accept it and will definitely look for an opportunity to attack again.

According to the original owner's chaotic memory and the strange injuries on this body, the murderer who assassinated him definitely has extraordinary power.

Therefore, his current situation is very dangerous. The other party may attack again at any time, and as a weak scholar who is powerless, he has no power to resist and protect himself.

What should I do?

Xu Yang frowned and had no solution for a while.

It's not that he is unwise and unstrategic, but the enemy is in the dark and the situation is unclear. In this situation where the information is completely unequal, a wise man is like a clever woman, facing a pot without rice, and is helpless.

"Take one step at a time. If it doesn't work, disguise yourself and escape, and stay away from this place for the time being!"

In the end, Xu Yang could only plan so, and supported his tired and weak body to walk out of the ancestral hall.

At this moment...

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"Surround this place!"

"Don't let him run away!"

A large group of people came with torches and surrounded the ancestral hall.

Xu Yang stopped and looked out.

I saw a group of people carrying sharp forks, bucket lids and other things, carefully walked into the ancestral hall, and shouted to him from a distance.

"Wen, Wencai, is it, is it you?"

"..."

Xu Yang looked at them and quickly figured out the situation. He immediately said, "It's me, clan leader, I'm not dead, and I haven't turned into a corpse. Don't get excited, be careful not to hurt me by mistake."

"This..."

"Can he still talk?"

"Is there really no corpse turning into a corpse? Is the dead alive?"

"Maybe it's a talking corpse!"

"Try again, if it doesn't work, burn him."

After hearing this, the Ma clan members were still a little worried and dared not to step forward.

Finally, the clan leader said: "Well, Wencai, it's not that we don't trust you, it's just this kind of thing... Anyway, you have to bear with it for a while, stay here honestly, and wait until tomorrow morning, we will come to pick you up."

"Okay, no problem."

Xu Yang nodded, and said without further ado: "But can you throw me some food, I'm a little hungry."

"No problem, you wait!"

"..."

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