The ink burned through the rolling corpse tide, went straight to the foot of the mountain, and out of the enchantment, his eyes immediately fell on Nangong Si.
At this time, Nangong Si's imprisonment had been released, and Ye Wangxi knelt on one knee and bandaged his wound. Mei Hanxue, on the other hand, had a cold brow and sat quietly on the ground between Jiangdong Hall and Nangong Si, with a Konghou in front of her, her fingertips moving lightly, and the sound of running water.
You must know that Mei Hanxue is the elder brother in charge of the Kunlun Snow Palace, and it is said that this person is haunted, his movements are extremely treacherous, and the number of paths changes frequently. effort.
Thanks to him, although the people in Jiang Dongtang wished they could cut Nangong Si alive, they still had no choice but to sit obediently on the stone next to them and stare.
Seeing that the ink burned down, Mei Hanxue's piano sound stopped abruptly, put away the piano, got up, and nodded slightly.
The style of the school is extremely dignified and Zhou Zheng.
"How is the mountain?"
The ink burned: "It's all fake."
"Fake?" Mei Hanxue frowned slightly, and the people in Jiangdongtang heard it, and they also gathered around. Huang Xiaoyue was still lying in the pavilion next to him, and asked a few disciples to beat his legs and rub his shoulders to make a breath. He looked weak, but when he heard the words, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes and pricked up his ears to listen.
The ink burned: "Xu Shuanglin is not on this mountain, I am afraid it is in Jiaoshan. I-"
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Si was already pale and stared at the ink burning: "Xu Shuanglin is on Jiaoshan?"
"Perhaps, but not quite sure."
Nangong Si was stunned for a while, then murmured: "...Impossible, Jiaoshan only obeys the orders of the Nangong family, Xu Shuanglin he..."
He remembered something, and suddenly he was speechless, and then the last bit of blood on his face faded, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the burning face.
He forgot for a while that Xu Shuanglin was originally surnamed Nangong.
Nangong aristocratic family, one willow and one catkin, was once a young hero who was praised by everyone. Everyone felt that the Confucianism Sect would reach a glorious place in the hands of this pair of brothers. Who would have thought that the ending of these two brothers and the Confucianism Sect would be like today.
Nangong Si silently lowered his eyelids and stopped speaking.
At this time, other people also descended from Huangshan Mountain one after another. Thousands of people were like migrating fish, crowded back to the front of the mountain.
Chu nightning came over, Xue Meng and Shi Mei followed behind him, he looked at Nangong Si: "Why is the hand hurt?"
"It's okay, I made it myself." Nangong Si said, "Thank you for your kindness."
Xue Meng sighed and said: "It's called the master, what is the master, really, the face given to you by the master, you don't want it, you..."
"I have never worshipped Master." Nangong Si's dry and peeled lips opened and closed slightly: "What I have learned and learned has never been under the master. When my mother was young, the master does not have to take it to heart."
Chu nightning: "..."
"Sorry. But I don't even remember the three salutations that year."
Before Chu nightning spoke, he saw Jiang Xi and the heads of several other sects walking towards here, followed by seventy-eighty-eighty swarms. He was not used to speaking privately in front of so many people, so he pursed his lips and didn't say more, just handed him a small jar of medicine in Qiankun's bag.
"Apply it externally every day, and it will heal in three days."
After he simply said this, the others had already arrived.
Huang Xiaoyue was also supported and walked tremblingly from the pavilion. Jiang Dongtang will undoubtedly not miss this cup of soup.
Now that Gu Yueye is the leader of the faction, Jiang Xi should speak first in the face of major events. But Jiang Xi looked at Nangong Si, and was not sure what attitude should be the most suitable for him——
The Confucianism Sect has been domineering for so many years, and has accumulated grievances with many sects. These grievances have nowhere to vent, and will eventually fall on Nangong Si alone.
But what's wrong with Nangong Si? He didn't take away the swordsmanship of Bitan Villa, nor did he do anything to ask for the price. He didn't even know where the swordsmanship was... His father, Nangong Liu, was guilty of many crimes, and he was happy when he died. Everyone says that the father's debt is repaid by the son, but if all the father's debt is repaid, how many people are there, can they be clean and innocent
What's more, this young man is the only bloodline of the Nangong family at the moment, and is the key to open the gate of Jiaoshan.
"you… "
Jiang Xi spoke carefully.
I only said one of you, and suddenly someone tremblingly said next to me: "Nangong donor, you have to come with us, the so-called bell has to be tied to the bell, the mess that the Confucianism door has fallen, you must Don’t let it go and stand by.”
Jiang Xi saw that it was Master Xuanjing, the abbot of Wubei Temple, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, thinking that this old bald donkey was not clean, but he wanted to pick some beams to stand out.
But this is just right, anyway, he is not good at socializing, so he closed his mouth lazily, and stood beside him, watching Master Xuanjing leaning on his staff, Amitabha Buddha talking to Nangong Si.
Nangong Si said after a few words: "Yes, I will go to Jiaoshan with you."
Master Xuanjing did not expect that he would so happily agree to help open the Jiaoshan Barrier. After a while, he said: "Amitabha, the donor can understand the truth, the gods and Buddhas know, and the sins should be reduced."
Nangong Si seemed to want to say something for a moment, but he didn't say it, Nao Baibai whimpered in his quiver, trying to climb out, but he calmly pressed it back.
"I went to Jiaoshan because I didn't want Yingjie, who had been in Confucianism for hundreds of years, to become a puppet and act as a puppet for a tiger." Nangong Si forbeared.
In this way, the key to open Jiaoshan is there.
However, each of the four evil mountains has different suitability characteristics. It is different from Huangshan Mountain. If you want to go to Jiaoshan Mountain, whether it is a member of the Nangong family or any outsider brought in by the Nangong family, you must do two things. thing-
First, fast for ten days.
Second, when you reach the Panlong Mountains to which Jiaoshan belongs, you must walk on foot. You cannot use your sword or ride a horse. You must climb over the first three mountains with one pair of feet to show your sincerity.
Xue Zhengyi counted the time and said: "From here to the Panlong Mountains, if you ride a horse, it will take about ten days, just to complete the fast. I think if you have nothing important, you don't need to rush back to your respective sect to fast. Bigu, let's go together."
The master of the Snow Palace said: "Alright, if we go together, we can discuss the next countermeasures."
Xue Zhengyi said: "It's just that we have 3,000 people here, and the horses are a bit hard to find..."
At this time, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd, and one hand was raised, it was a roe-headed and rat-eyed man, described as a wretched man, wearing a red brocade robe with a black night cat totem embroidered on the edge of the robe: "My villa There should be enough."
"Master Ma?" Jiang Xi raised his eyebrows.
This person is Ma Yun, the head of the "Taobao Mountain Villa" of the nine major sects in the Shangxiu world. He is the third richest person in the "Unknown List" bought by Xue Meng, but now Nangong Liuyi is dead. In terms of wealth, he should be able to rank second.
Compared with Jiang Xi, Ma Yun looks more down-to-earth and looks like a businessman. But after all, the two people's ways of making money are also different. Jiang Xi is fierce, and the road is wild, and there are many treasures, and they are in the black market.
The owner of Ma Zhuang has set up large and small post stations in the cultivation world to undertake various package deliveries, leasing of immortal horses, immortal boats, and spiritual carriages. Therefore, the owner of Ma Zhuang has a nickname, called "pick-up horse".
Facing the cold-faced Jiang Xi, the pick-up horse seemed a little cowardly, shrank his neck, and said, "Why don't you go to Linlingyu? There must be more horses in Jiang's house than there are, hehehe. "
Everyone: "… "
Jiang Xi looked at his wrinkled smile, and was speechless for a moment, then said, "I just feel for the generous help of the Ma Zhuang owner, and there is no other meaning. This place is close to Taobao Mountain Villa, and the Ma Zhuang owner is willing to borrow everyone's mounts, naturally It couldn't be better."
Hearing this, the owner of the Ma Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then please move to Bi Zhuang. It's getting late, so it's better to stay overnight in the Zhuang Zhong and leave together the next day."
Taobao Villa stands on the bank of West Lake and is built on the top of Lonely Mountain. But this lonely mountain is a mountain, but it is actually just a small hill. It only takes half an hour to climb to the top of the mountain.
"It's here!" The owner of Ma Zhuang stood in front of the bright red-painted grand mountain gate with great interest, raised his hand and removed the protective barrier, "Everyone, please come in, please come in, please come in."
Huangshan and his party, the heads of the heads are either anxious or worried, but the owner of Ma Zhuang can quickly be like a normal person, and he can still hold a steaming smile. Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but they didn't say anything. The sect master came first, the elders came second, and the personal inheritance came second, followed by the disciples of Haohao Tangtang's various sects, who entered the enchantment gate of Taobao Villa in turn.
Xue Meng muttered to Mo Ran: "What the hell is this pick-up horse doing? I got goosebumps when I laughed. Shouldn't he also be with Xu Shuanglin? Is this going to invite Jun into the urn?"
"… no."
"Are you so sure again?"
The ink burned and said: "The lords and leaders of the nine sects are here. Now everyone is a soldier. If he is Xu Shuanglin's accomplice, he can't do anything, but he will expose himself."
"Then why is he so happy?"
Mo Ran sighed and said, "He is happy to make a fortune."
"What kind of fortune? What he did was obviously a loss-making business." Xue Meng was stunned. Like his father, he has no business savvy. It is said that when he was a child, Mrs. Wang gave him a silver leaf and asked him to go to the hawker to exchange it. As a result, he exchanged a small kite and three greasy copper coins. , I was pitted very badly, but I still thought that the kite was beautiful, I bought it a happy one, and it was worth it.
How could a person like him know his thoughts on picking up a guest.
So after thinking about it for a long time, he was still stunned: "Did you hear it wrong? He just said he wanted to borrow our horses, not rent our horses. He didn't take a penny, he—"
At this time, the low-level disciples of the villa who were responsible for the reception of the guests and the rooms came to receive them. Mo Ran waved his hand, indicating that he should stop talking, and the maid in the pink jacket led them with a smile and went to the other courtyard where he temporarily lived tonight. .
This row of other courtyards are all on the edge of the mountain, and one courtyard can accommodate six people. At dusk, Mo Ran stood in front of the window of his own wing, looking at the distant mountains Handai and the smoke waves of the West Lake.
After coming down from Huangshan, Mo Ran has been very anxious and extremely uneasy. At this time, he closed the door, and he finally fully revealed this manic depression. He rubbed the window lattice with one hand, while the other hand was subconsciously playing with something warm in the palm of his hand.
The scenery of Jiangnan is always beautiful, but at this moment he has no intention to appreciate it. The setting sun was gloomy, and if anyone saw the look on his face at this moment, they would not believe that he was the upright and honest Master Mo.
This is a face that belonged to the emperor of the previous life.
shady.
The setting sun pierced into his light brown eyes.
In the twilight, Mo Weiyu's face changed.
The reborn man behind Xu Shuanglin made him shudder. He felt as if there was a knife around his neck, the blade was sticking to his skin, piercing his flesh, and blood was seeping out.
But the man didn't cut down hard, and he couldn't turn his head. He couldn't see who was standing behind him at all, and he would kill him anytime, anywhere.
He was very confused, and he always felt that his rebirth could not be hidden for too long.
If the day of the decisive battle is the day when the truth is revealed, what should he do
What will my uncle and aunt think of him? How will the teacher see him? What will Xue Meng think of him
There is also Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning...
If the past life is exposed, how much will Chu nightning hate him? Will he not want to look at him even once from now on
The ink burns and the heart is numb, the more I think about it, the colder I feel, cold to my bones—
"… pat."
Suddenly there was a sound, and the thing he was playing with fell to the floor.
He picked it up in a trance and glanced lightly.
There was a little dust on the gadget. It seems that this courtyard of Taobao Villa has not been lived in for a long time, and the maintenance is not diligent, and the ground is a little dusty...
Pause.
The burning face was suddenly pale.
He suddenly realized what he was playing—
Lying in the palm of his hand was a dark and moist chess piece.
Treasure Chess! !
The ink burns with horror!
In his previous life, he developed a habit in the last two years before his death. Every time I feel extremely complicated and extremely irritable, I can't help but gather my spiritual power in the palm of my hand, condense it into a small black spot, and play it over and over in my hand.
His habit made many servants in the palace feel frightened at that time, and Mo Ran overheard the palace people discussing this matter. They all felt that he must be sullen, sullen, and he was going to be a chess piece. , to kill, to make living people into puppets.
"I'm so afraid that His Majesty will throw the chess piece in his hand at any time."
"Seriously, I'd rather watch him play with a dead man's skull."
"What have you to be afraid of? I am His Majesty's valet. God knows how many times my legs have softened. His Majesty is a chess piece, how much spiritual power it takes, he can't be just for fun, right? He must have a purpose, Or want to vent... If it happens to me, what should I do... "
Mo Ran was speechless about this, but a little funny.
He didn't understand what these chattering palace servants were thinking, and why did they have a determined attitude to speculate on his heart.
In fact, it doesn't make any sense for him to make these chess pieces. It's just a personal hobby of the Emperor Stepping Immortal. It's that simple. But ever since he heard the palace servant's remarks, he would sometimes become playful, pretending to hit a certain maid with the precious chess in his hand, scaring those people to beg for mercy again and again, his legs like sifting chaff, his face As cold as ever, I felt amused in my heart.
That was the only fun in the last two years of his life.
He hadn't condensed Zhenlongqi for a long time.
It seems to be subconsciously wanting to be separated from the former self, and since the rebirth, Mo Ran has never cast this spell again.
Seven or eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he thought he would forget that set of mental methods and formulas.
But it turned out that he couldn't escape at all—
Sin was planted in his soul.
The ink burned and stared at the sunspot, and the palm couldn't stop shaking...
He was suddenly desperate—
Suddenly he didn't know who he was. Is it Treading Xianjun? Or Master Mo
He suddenly didn't know where he was... by the West Lake? Or in front of Wushan Temple
He suddenly couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality again. He was trembling, trembling uncontrollably. The small black spot reflected in his eyes, like a heavy nightmare, like dark blood stains, and there was a hideous scar in his head. The voice couldn't stop laughing and roaring:
"Mo Weiyu! Mo Weiyu! You can't escape! You can't escape! You can only be a villain forever, you can only be a ghost! You calamity! Calamity!!"
Loud.
"Tuk tuk tuk." Suddenly the door was knocked.
The ink burned and woke up suddenly, cold sweat. He clenched the chess piece tightly in his hand, turned back and said sharply, "Who?"
"It's me." The person outside replied, "Xue Meng."
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