The Ghost Realm is at the northern end of the Canghua Continent, adjacent to Yunxiao. It is possible to travel thousands of miles there by flying a sword, and a round trip can be controlled within one day.
Going north, passing through the lifeless Samsara Mountain, you will see a large river blocking the road.
The name of the river is Wangchuan, and the water is emerald green.
The Wangchuan water in the ghost realm does not have the function of washing away people's past memories as stated in the books. It is just ordinary water, stained with a bit of corpse gas, green in color, and emitting a strange smell that is neither fragrant nor not fragrant.
Pei Jing had been to the ghost realm once before.
Together with Ji Wuduan, Yu Qinglian and others.
At that time, they had just come out of Jingtian Temple, ending five years of inhumane training. After escaping the clutches of their ancestors, they were just about to set off firecrackers to celebrate their liberation.
After suppressing their true nature for so long, they were inevitably itching to go out and fight. A dozen of them made a six-month agreement to kill monsters together. To put it bluntly, they just wanted to fight some monsters and relax.
The ghosts and monsters that fell into their hands during that period were really unlucky.
For a cultivator, half a year is enough time to travel thousands of miles across mountains and rivers.
One of the times we passed by a ghost town.
For the first time, I saw the strange peaks and rocks of Mount Samsara and the turbid green waters of the Wangchuan River.
Pei Jing was quite interested. After asking the names of the mountain and the river, he kept laughing and pointing: "Why don't you build a bridge and plant some flowers by the river? You don't even need to think of a name. The bridge can be called Naihe and the flowers can be called Bi'an. It's obviously a city in the human world, but everything imitates the underworld. Have you been with the dead for too long, so you think of yourself as dead too?"
As the young master of the ghost domain, Ji Wuduan was not angry. He had already understood Pei Jing thoroughly in just a few years at Jingtian Academy. Even his expression did not change, and he coldly retorted: "You wear white every day, but no one dies."
Pei Jing just smiled and said, "I expected that you would lose to me in the test of heaven fifty years later. I am mourning for your failure first."
Ji Wuduan gritted his teeth: "You wait."
"Just wait."
Yu Qinglian, who was looking at her reflection in the water of Wangchuan River, rolled her eyes when she heard this: "This is not the way to wear mourning clothes. You are so ignorant."
Pei Jing was really a quibble-maker when he was young. He smiled and said, "You can use the phrase 沉鱼落雁 to describe yourself. How can you teach me an idiom?"
Chen Xu, who was beside him, rushed forward and covered his mouth: "Alright, alright, stop talking."
Yu Qinglian's beautiful face was distorted in an instant. She stood up suddenly, her gorgeous pomegranate skirt brushed across the green water of Wangchuan River, and she pulled out the whip.
Roaring: "Pei Yuzhi! Say it again!"
The moment the red whip fell to the ground, huge waves appeared in the Forgotten River.
Pei Jing opened Chen Xu's hand and wanted to make her face reality, but someone else got there first.
As usual, the good guy Wusheng came out to play the peacemaker. "Stop making trouble, let's cross the Forgotten River first, we haven't even entered the ghost town yet."
Pei Jing smiled and glanced at Wusheng, then said lazily, "Okay, you still have to give me face."
After all, Wusheng is not as frivolous as the other three who provoke him openly or secretly every day.
Flying across the River of Oblivion.
Feng Jin, who had been silent while flying in the air, suddenly asked, "Are you so sure about asking the sky for a test?"
Pei Jing tilted his head. The young Phoenix Emperor was looking at him with a raised eyebrow, his dark golden eyes examining him warily.
Feng Jin is a competitive person. She has been competing with him since the beginning. Pei Jing blinked and smiled slightly: "It's just so-so. It won't be a problem to get the first place."
Feng Jin smiled contemptuously: "You are quite arrogant."
Pei Jing: "After all, I am still confident in your ability."
Feng Jin gritted his teeth: "... What do you mean?"
Pei Jing looked back in front of the ghost town, his black hair flying, his white clothes neatly dressed, and the young man smiled, full of confidence.
He said rudely: "I say, do you think it's fun to compete with me all day long? Can you recognize the gap, brother? Practice hard and strive to be the second in the world first."
He ran away immediately after saying that, fearing that Feng Jin, who was as petty as Yu Qinglian, would suddenly lose her temper and fight with him. He was not afraid of Pei Jing in a one-on-one fight, but the key point was that there were too many people who were unhappy with him, and he was afraid that it would turn into a group fight, and he would not know who to talk to.
Running to the front and standing shoulder to shoulder with Chen Xu, Pei Jing looked back secretly.
Feng Jin was so angry that his face turned pale, and the little red bird on his shoulder was all ruffled. Fortunately, he ran fast.
Chen Xu was really impressed by him and said sarcastically: "You are so presumptuous, aren't you afraid that the three of them will unite and beat you up?"
Pei Jing was very confident: "Don't be afraid, I can fight three of them at once."
Chen Xu sighed and said, "Feng Jin is really unlucky to meet you."
Pei Jing curled his lips: "It's as if I was the one who provoked him first."
Chen Xu: "He is the new emperor of the demon race. He has been pampered since childhood. It is normal for him to be a little arrogant."
Pei Jing: "Is this the reason why he picks on me every day?"
Chen Xu was worried: "You have already taken revenge, haven't you? Let's forgive him when we can."
Pei Jing smiled lazily: "Why do you always speak for him? I think Feng Jin is just short of hardships, and everything has been smooth sailing. I am doing a good deed by helping the demon tribe train their new emperor. Besides, his arrogant and conceited temper really doesn't look like an emperor."
Chen Xu: "What does that look like?"
Pei Jing: "Like a younger brother."
Chen Xu: “…”
Although I don’t quite understand it, it’s definitely not a good thing.
When I revisited the old place, the scenery was still there, and the scene of us crossing the river together was still vivid in my mind.
Wearing a golden monk robe and white silk covering his eyes, Wusheng had a smile on his face most of the time, holding a staff in one hand, and listening to their quarrels;
Yu Qinglian wrapped the whip around her smooth white arms and tied golden bells to her feet, so that when she walked, there was a tinkling red wind.
Ji Wuduan was wrapped in a green robe, exuding a gloomy aura, like a frustrated scholar in the human world;
Feng Jin is like a rich and idle person, with a lazy body, dressed up in fancy clothes, and the bird on his shoulder is always drowsy.
Chen Xu was beside him, his face filled with worry, and no one knew what he was worried about.
Flying down on a sword from the Wangchuan River, Pei Jing looked down thoughtfully.
The clear water flows like the passing years.
He couldn't help but laugh and said, "I don't know whether what those people in Tiange said is true or not. These people have been secretly practicing during my retreat, and they are making rapid progress?"
He suddenly remembered the settings in the original book of "Zhu Jian".
This book is not finished yet, and many hidden plots have not been revealed. Because it is written from the perspective of the protagonist Ji Wuyou, there is not much description of Pei Yuzhi, but in the book, Pei Yuzhi seems to have no connection with the other four people in Tianxia Wujie, and even Jingtianyuan is not mentioned - in the end, Pei Yuzhi fell into such an embarrassing and humble situation, and no one helped him.
Pei Jing said, "If I fail to save the protagonist and Ji Wuyou turns evil, and he really kills me, I guess only Wusheng will come to save me." After thinking for a while, he said, "No, Yu Qinglian owes me a favor. This woman is very clear about gratitude and resentment, so she will come too. I have the leverage over Ji Wuduan, so I can get him by threatening him. As for Feng Jin, although he is a younger brother... but I think he would not want me to die. After all, I am his life mentor."
Pei Jing analyzed it shamelessly and counted on his fingers: "Sure, with so many people here, maybe I won't have to die so miserably."
wrong.
Thinking back to the contents of the original book, Pei Jing shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "If the plot really develops, Ji Wuyou will also have the cultivation level of a god, and calling them over would be a real gift of a pentakill, so let's not do it."
Pei Jing suppressed his smile: "It seems that it is more reasonable to influence the protagonist."
Just wait for a protagonist to appear.
After crossing the Lethe River, he headed towards the ghost town.
There are two reliefs in front of the ghost town, with cow-headed and horse-faced figures, and two mortals guarding the city gate. They are all black and bored. After all, they have been guarding here for several months without seeing a new face, so they can no longer be interested.
The two children were in low spirits and were chatting idly.
The person on the right said, "I recently heard a piece of news that the city lord seems to be trying his best to arrange a marriage for the young master."
The person on the left stared: "What? Marriage?"
The person on the right sighed, "Yes, it's really strange. Are the ideas of the big guys in the Nascent Soul stage so weird? The young master has just broken through the Golden Core Great Perfection and is only one step away from the Nascent Soul. Shouldn't he focus on cultivation at this time? Why is the city lord worrying about the young master's marriage?"
The person on the left hesitated for a moment and said silently: "You, have you ever heard of a special practice method?"
The person on the right was stunned and looked into his eyes. Both of them noticed something strange in each other's gaze.
Everyone was shocked and said: "Dual cultivation?!"
The man on the left touched his chin and said slowly, "I think it is very likely. The transition from Golden Core to Nascent Soul is a watershed. I don't know how many cultivators in the world have died here. The young master must have encountered a bottleneck, and only dual cultivation can solve it."
The more they thought about it, the more it made sense. The two of them swept away their original tiredness and began to count the female cultivators in the world to see who would be so lucky to become the wife of the young master of the ghost den.
"I think the eldest daughter of our Ghost Domain Elder Yin is good."
"Can you take a longer-term view? When it comes to female cultivators, there are many beautiful ones in Yingzhou. Do you know Fairy Fusang? She is a perfect match for our young master. She is ranked fifth on the Heavenly Ranking and fourth on the Heavenly Ranking. They are equally strong and a perfect match!"
This cultivator was obviously an admirer of Yu Qinglian. When he talked about the Fusang Fairy, he immediately became eloquent: "I was fortunate enough to see the Fusang Fairy once. She walked over from the other side of the Wangchuan River. She was wearing a red gauze dress, golden bells, red lips and pearly teeth, and her eyes were full of affection. There is no one in the world who is as beautiful as her."
"If she can become the young lady of the ghost realm, I will be willing to die."
At this time, a young man's clear and smiling voice was heard: "If you say this to your young master, he might really let you die first." Since Ji Wuduan and Yu Qinglian are together, both Yingzhou and the Ghost Realm may not be at peace.
"Who?" The two disciples were startled and turned their heads to look.
But then I saw a man walking out of the blue-gray shadows in the ghost realm that had never seen the sun for years.
The snow-white clothes were spotless, and the demeanor was cold and stern. The jade crown and black hair, the pupils were like lacquer. At this moment, there was a little cold smile on the corners of his lips, and his body was straight, like a sword out of its sheath, standing between heaven and earth, bright and dazzling.
The monk on the left just said that there is no one in the world as beautiful as her, and now he feels a little embarrassed.
He stared blankly at the snow-clad swordsman in front of him for a long time, and only came back to his senses after being pinched by the person next to him. He said dutifully: "Immortal, you need a pass to enter the ghost town."
Pei Jing smiled: "I know."
He held up the jade pendant he had obtained from Ji Wuduan and showed it to the two of them, "You can go in now."
The two felt that the jade pendant was a bit strange, not like an ordinary communication card. But the words and aura on it were definitely from the ghost realm. Scratching their heads, they put Pei Jing in and watched Pei Jing disappear. The two were still confused.
"Why do you feel that his jade pendant is somewhat familiar?"
"I think so, too."
Suddenly, an idea came to them. They both turned their heads at the same time, their eyes full of shock, and shouted: "Young Master?!"
That jade pendant is exactly the same as the one the young master wears all year round!
Being able to be related to the young master, wearing white clothes, holding a sword, and looking very handsome.
The two were speechless, but a name flashed through their minds.
A legendary person.
The sky.
Pei Yuzhi.
We entered the main hall of the ghost town without any obstruction.
Ji Wuduan's hobbies were very strange, he liked skeletons and darkness. The walls of the main hall were covered with green ghost lights, which made the young man standing in the center of the main hall look even more gloomy.
He was wearing a grey brocade robe and looked like a scholar. He was unusually thin and his eyes were cold and gloomy.
Outsiders' descriptions of him were mostly mixed with awe and fear. After all, he could turn dry bones into ashes with just one command, and the thought of such a scene was chilling.
As Pei Jing entered the hall, he looked around and couldn't help but sigh: "Your weird taste really hasn't changed for a hundred years."
Ji Wuduan's lips were pale and he looked sick. Hearing this, he mocked, "You haven't changed your annoying personality at all."
Pei Jing said: "That's too much. I'm here to give you something good."
It would be a miracle if Ji Wuduan believed him. He walked into the palace with a green lamp in his pale and thin hands and his robe dragging on the ground.
Pei Jing recalled the conversation between the two young disciples at the city gate, and he gloated: "I heard that your father is looking for a marriage for you now?"
Ji Wuduan paused, his expression froze, and said, "What does it have to do with you?"
Pei Jing said: "Why is it none of my business? You might even invite me on the day of your ceremony."
Ji Wuduan sneered: "Ha."
Pei Jing knew that he must be a little embarrassed. Ji Wuduan looked gloomy and sick on the outside, but he was like a young man in his heart, very innocent.
They entered a palace and sat opposite each other in front of a table. A skull was made into a pen holder, and inside it were various precious brushes. Ji Wuduan looked like a scholar in the human world, and his interests were similar, playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and flowers, with a Confucian spirit.
Pei Jing followed his Taoist companion's topic and jokingly asked, "Do you have a favorite female cultivator?"
Ji Wuduan looked a little uncomfortable: "No."
Pei Jing suddenly had an idea and said, "How about I introduce you to someone I just met a few days ago."
Ji Wuduan said, "Are you so kind?"
Pei Jing smiled: "Of course not. We have been classmates for five years. She is a female demon I found in the Yunlan Mountains. She has a beautiful figure and changes in many ways."
Ji Wuduan already had a bad feeling: "Demon?"
"Yes." Pei Jing, a demon with a thousand faces, changed his way of expression, saying meaningfully: "She has a thousand faces. She has all the looks you like."
"… "
Ji Wuduan could guess that Pei Jing was not serious.
With one hand, he pulled out a pen from the skull pen holder and threw it directly at Pei Jing. The pen had been in the ghost realm for a long time and had also been stained with evil spirits. The hairs on the tip of the pen spread out, making a small and cute sound, which flew onto Pei Jing's face.
Pei Jing reached out and took the pen, placing it on the table, and stopped joking: "I won't tease you anymore. I found some strange things in the Yunlan Mountains. I brought them here today just to ask you."
He opened the mustard seed and took out the blood ganoderma, the baby head and the mask. The three things were placed on the table. Without a close look, the bloody and weird smell was already very obvious. Ji Wuduan, as the young master of the ghost domain, had a hint of surprise on his face and exclaimed softly. He fiddled with the mask with his fingers. The beauty with closed eyes had a pointed face and long eyelashes, and her temperament was dignified.
The tentacles felt cold.
Ji Wuduan raised it and looked at it for a long time, his face gradually darkening.
Pei Jing said: "Do you know it?"
Ji Wuduan put down his mask and said three words: "The Thousand-Faced Woman."
Pei Jing said: "It's really a descriptive name."
Ji Wuduan said, "But this is only a part of the Thousand Faces Woman. Twenty years ago, it suddenly appeared in Tianyan City, eating people alive and committing all kinds of evil, causing everyone in the surrounding sects to feel insecure. It took several Yuanying masters of the time to defeat her. After the Thousand Faces Woman died, her body split apart and her faces screamed and fled. Although most of them were destroyed, there were still a few that escaped. I don't know where they fled to and are harming the world. This should be one of the faces that escaped at that time."
Pei Jing was stunned: "Tianyan City?"
Tianyan City is a city where evil people gather. Many desperate criminals in the cultivation world roam there, including powerful people in the Nascent Soul stage. It was not so scary before, but for some reason in the past hundred years, it has become more and more mysterious and dangerous. Even the master warned him not to provoke them easily.
This Thousand-Faced Woman is actually from Tianyan City
Ji Wuduan's frail face showed a hint of complexity: "I only knew about this from my father. But she is not from Tianyan City. I don't know where she came from. She appeared out of thin air... She is very strong."
Yes, it would take several Yuanying stage warriors to subdue him, and at least they would have to have the strength of a half-transformed god. There were only a handful of people in the world who had reached the stage of transformation, and there was only one in Jingtian Academy.
Ji Wuduan's hand directly supported the rotten and blurred head again, with a look of disgust: "Each face of the Thousand Faces Woman can grow a new body by devouring living people. The faces of the people eaten into her stomach will float out and grow on her body. The blood ganoderma raised by this living baby is probably to stabilize the flesh."
"Using live babies to cultivate Ganoderma is an evil art, and the method is very cruel. It is recorded in ancient books that the success rate is very low. Generally, these live babies are not normal babies. Instead, there is a mother Gu. The Gu worm is poured into a woman's stomach, and it will continuously lay eggs in her stomach, but the one that crawls out of her stomach is in the shape of a human baby."
Pei Jing's eyes turned cold, and he took a long breath and said, "I understand."
Ji Wuduan said: "The power of the Thousand Faces Woman is unfathomable. Fortunately, it is you who went to investigate this matter, otherwise..."
Pei Jing understood what he meant. If it were any other Jindan cultivator, he would probably never come back.
A face has only one thousandth of the original owner's ability. But just one thousandth is enough to avoid his consciousness and hide. You can imagine how terrifying the real body is.
Pei Jing asked again: "Do those Nascent Soul cultivators who killed the Thousand-Faced Woman know the whereabouts of her other faces?"
“It should be almost all gone.”
Ji Wuduan tapped his finger on the table and frowned. A trace of deep emotion flashed across his gray-brown eyes: "Actually, what I just said was not entirely correct. Even though the five Nascent Soul cultivators struggled to the end, they were still no match for the Thousand-Faced Woman... In the end, it was the Lord of Tianyan City who took action to subdue her."
Pei Jing: "The Lord of Tianyan City?"
"Yes. The Thousand-Faced Woman became stronger and stronger as the battle progressed. Just as the monks were about to lose, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the streets of Tianyan City. The wind was cold and biting, like a whirlwind of snow. Then the Thousand-Faced Woman let out a very shrill scream, as if someone was pinching her neck tightly. She crawled to the ground and twisted, with blood flowing from every face. She was in so much pain that she exploded and fled. The wind came from the deepest part of Tianyan City. There were many different opinions, and most people thought it was the mayor of Wuyan City."
Pei Jing asked: "When did Tianyan City have a city lord?"
Ji Wuduan had just said a lot of things, and his complexion became even weaker. He leaned back and said, "He has always existed, but he is too mysterious and unknown to the public. Rumors have only spread in the past hundred years. I guess only a few people in Tianyan City know of his existence."
Pei Jing thought: No wonder the master told him not to get close to Wuyan City. The city lord is at least a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage. The only one who can be his enemy is probably the master who has retired from the world in Jingtian Academy.
But he was a little confused. "Since Tianyan City is a place where evildoers gather, its mayor should not be a good person. Why would he help us?"
Ji Wuduan shook his head and said, "No, the wind almost crushed the consciousness of a Nascent Soul cultivator. The city lord probably only wanted to deal with the Thousand Faces Girl and had no intention of helping."
Pei Jing nodded.
No face, no figure, no voice. A gust of wind swept directly from the depths of the city, suppressing the demon and scattering its soul. This city lord... ... is really mysterious.
Before leaving, Ji Wuduan suddenly looked at him and said, "You haven't broken through the Nascent Soul yet?"
Pei Jing glanced at him and said, "Aren't you the same?"
Those people in Tiange are really talking nonsense.
Ji Wuduan said: "I thought you would break it."
"I encountered a little trouble." Every time he broke through the barrier, a cold breath would slowly flow out from his Dantian. Pei Jing felt a little irritated when he recalled it. But his master told him not to rush, so he didn't dare to be too persistent.
Ji Wuduan pulled a smile from the corner of his pale lips and said, "Then in the next Heaven Test, you might be surpassed by Feng Jin."
Pei Jing just smiled, his handsome face was full of indifference: "Him? Forget it."
Ji Wuduan sneered: "Inexplicably confident."
Pei Jing smiled: "But it's all right with this."
It only takes one night to come back from the ghost realm.
He didn't even have time to return to Tianqian Peak. When he arrived at the gate of Yunxiao Mountain, he shrank his body and turned into Zhang Yiming, then went up to Yinghui Peak and headed straight for Xiuyayuan.
The sky was about to brighten, and at dawn the fog was very light and white, seeping through my clothes and bringing a chill.
Pei Jing pushed open the door and thought Chu Junyu might still be sleeping.
As soon as I entered the door, my eyes met Chu Junyu's.
The young man was in the mountain mist, his robe fluttering in the wind like snow.
Pei Jing was stunned, scratched his head and laughed: "You got up really early."
The author has something to say: I would like to recommend a young lady’s ancient danmei novel, it is very nice.
Biography of Wu'an Marquis
Bean Dad
At the age of thirty, Li Shenzhi was a notorious tyrant, and Ji Ling was an evil spirit who specialized in stopping children from crying at night.
At the age of 24, Li Shenzhi was the King of Yan who forced his father to kill his brother, and Ji Ling was a rebel general who colluded with him.
At the age of sixteen, Li Shenzhi was the rising star of Jiujiang, and Ji Ling was his tutor who shared his glory and disgrace.
When they first met by the Taiye Lake at the age of twelve, Li Shenzhi's hands were stained with dirt, but when he stretched them out to him, they were spotless.
The bright white colt is in the empty valley.
A bundle of fresh grass, the man is as beautiful as jade.
The white jade is spotless, and my heart remains the same as before.
Ji Ling: You are an emperor, you are not allowed to act like a spoiled child!
Li Shenzhi: Ying.
I wish to be a sword and protect you forever."
The childhood diary and growth chronicle of the loveless and arrogant tyrant and the loyal dog with full of stroking skills