Jiang Lin really went to see it himself, and when he came back, he looked horrified, "Little Junior Sister, I seem to have seen a ghost."
When he walked to the cemetery, he saw a white shadow standing in the middle of the misty fog, with black hair like a waterfall, and the gloomy environment, Jiang Lin did not dare to go forward.
Shi Sheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, what the hell, that's a person...
Shi Sheng was reluctant to accompany Jiang Lin to go again, so he could only find other disciples to accompany him to the back mountain, but this time he didn't see the ghost, and everyone else said that Jiang Lin was dazzled.
Jiang Lin wasn't sure if it was dizziness, but there was fog, and his fellow apprentice brothers were buried here. I don't know if it was a psychological effect.
They looked around and found nothing, and then they found the cave.
It's a pity that everything in the cave is useless.
When Sheng was about to leave the next day, the others were surprised.
"Where do we go from here?" This is the Glazed Light Gate, their home. Where do they go from here
"You want to wait for the murderer to find out that he missed you and come back to kill you again, then you stay here, anyway, I'm leaving." Shi Sheng walked down the mountain on the ground covered in blood.
The others looked at each other, perhaps because Shi Sheng was too calm, which convinced them in their hearts. Seeing that Shi Sheng was already gone, a group of people gritted their teeth and followed.
They turned back three steps at a time, and the buildings behind them gradually disappeared.
Some people have lived here for more than ten years, but now they are leaving here.
…
In the seventeenth year of Yongan, two major events happened.
The first thing is that the Glazed Light Gate was destroyed by people, and no one in the rivers and lakes found a living person.
The second thing is that Du Suihan, the genius of Linghe Sect, died of a cold poison attack.
People on the rivers and lakes are very curious about the destruction of the Glazed Light Sect. There are various rumors, but the truth is estimated that no one knows.
Yongan twenty-one years.
The five-yearly swordsmanship conference is held in Wufeng Mountain.
All sects and sects gathered in Wufeng Mountain to compete for the title of Sword Saint. Five years ago, this title was obtained by the young Du Suihan. Now that five years have passed, Du Suihan is dead, and a new Sword Saint is about to be born in Wufeng Mountain. .
"Arrived at Qianrenmen—"
"Nine Stars sent—"
"Mingxin Pavilion arrives-"
Wufeng Mountain has always been a holy place for swordsmanship. It used to be a lake. After the lake dried up, it was converted into a swordsmanship field, similar to the beast farm in Rome.
All sects and sects are seated immediately according to the instructions.
With the sound of registration, people came in one after another.
The first to arrive is generally the small faction, the international convention, the big one has to arrive later. However, when these sects entered the field, they found that there were others who came before them.
The Sect Master of Qianren Sect walked in front. He paused for a while, waiting for the Sect Master of the Nine Stars Sect and the Pavilion Master of Mingxin Pavilion.
"Isn't that people from Ziwei Villa? Why are they here?"
"It's weird." The head of the Nine Stars Sect touched the goatee with a strange look, "Last night I watched the sky at night, and I knew something big was going to happen."
The other two people don't seem to be surprised. The head of the Nine Star Sect likes to pretend to be a magician. In fact, he doesn't understand anything. On the contrary, the people from Ziwei Villa seem to understand some astrology.
The pavilion master of Mingxin Pavilion also had a strange look on his face, "It's really strange, I haven't heard that people from Ziwei Villa are going to participate." The key is that it's still so early.
This Ziwei Villa is not an unknown person. On the contrary, it can almost be compared with the Linghe Sect, but the people of Ziwei Villa do not participate in the activities of the rivers and lakes very much, and they usually behave in a low-key manner, so everyone generally does not regard Ziwei Shanzhuang and Linghezong mentioned it together.
This is not the main reason, the main reason is that the people of Ziwei Villa are using poison.
In this era of the prevalence of swordsmanship, they use poison, one can imagine the reason why everyone is reluctant to mention such an alternative.
The name Ziwei is also very suitable for the skill of astrology, but people use poison and are not willing to play magic sticks.
The skills of the Nine Stars faction and Ziwei Villa were completely wrong.
The people in Ziwei Mountain Villa were all dressed in uniform as white as a cloud of smoke. They sat in their seats, showing indifference to the people who came in, and their expressions were indifferent, and their expressions seemed to be carved out of a mold.
The three sects who entered the field did not come forward to say hello, and sat down according to their own positions.
After that, more and more sects entered the venue, and everyone was a little apprehensive about the Ziwei Villa who arrived early.
What's going to happen this year
Are all the people from Ziwei Villa here
"Wind Thunder Hall arrives—"
"Tian Luozong arrives—"
The field of swordsmanship suddenly quieted down. Now all the big guys entered the arena. Everyone consciously did not speak, and looked towards the entrance.
"Nanwucha is here—"
"Linghezong arrives—"
These four sects are called the four major sword schools, and they represent the four major categories of swordsmanship in the south, south, and northwest.
Because there was a genius Du Suihan in Linghe Sect before, so Linghe Sect was called the leader. Now that Du Suihan is dead, if Linghe Sect has no disciples comparable to Du Suihan this year, then this leader will be in position. May be lost.
The big guys from the four sides entered the arena, and after another official event where they exchanged openly and secretly, it was almost time to enter the official stage.
At this moment, a notification sounded outside again.
"Young Master Ziwei is here—"
"Young Master Wuying is here—"
"Dead... Necropolis to—"
The people who made the announcement later stammered, and the people in the sword field changed their faces when they heard the last name.
Everyone looked at the entrance in unison. First, the son of Ziwei, who was dressed in white and beat the snow, entered with a sword indifferently. After that, there was a purple afterimage, and before everyone could see it clearly, people in the auditorium started to turn their backs, and a purple figure occupied the best viewing seat.
The one who entered behind was the Necropolis that made the person who notified the report stuttered—
The young and beautiful little girl dragged an iron sword in through the entrance, followed by a few subordinates who were dressed very differently.
This person is Shi Sheng.
There was a very cute little girl standing beside her, with big watery eyes, and she looked quirky. Her emerald green clothes were not tacky at all, but rather fresh and cute, such as Mountain Spirit.
"City Lord, we have to get to the nearest city before it gets dark, so we don't have time to watch the sword discussion." The little girl was talking to Shi Sheng. At this time, the whole sword discussion field was so quiet that a needle could be heard. What she said was heard by everyone. Naturally, they all heard it.
What do you mean when you don't have time to watch the sword? ?
Is this contempt for them
Well, the people of Necropolis have been arrogant.
Four years ago, a group of people robbed a city, and there were officers and soldiers stationed in that city, but they never beat this group of people.
After this group of people robbed the city, they smashed the names of other people's cities. The imperial court sent troops to suppress them. Not only did they not destroy them, but instead they let these people beat the army to the brink of shit. The imperial court and them were deadlocked for three months. Retire the troops and let them occupy the city.
At first the city didn't have a name, because they took the city name off.
Later, they made a killer business. As long as you want to kill people, they can't kill them. Come and go without a trace, no one can catch them, so with the name Necropolis, they are like ghosts.
Later, it may be that this group of people thought that the name Necropolis was a good name, and it was actually carved on the gate of the city seriously.
Necropolis has a slogan—
There is no Necropolis who can't kill, only those who the Necropolis doesn't want to kill.