A round of sunset hung in the western sky, dyeing the surrounding clouds red. A path passed through the wilderness, and weeds on both sides fluttered in the wind, almost as high as one person.
Several soldiers surrounded a woman with chivalrous makeup, and looked at her with extremely vigilant eyes.
This woman was born very beautiful, but on the delicate face, there was no gentleness and coquettishness. Instead, it was a murderous air.
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Zhang Manyue was holding a sharp sword, and his eyes swept sharply over the armored men. The sharp sword was shining with a dazzling cold light under the sunlight, and the two characters full moon engraved in lower letters were printed under the hilt of the sword.
Between the swords and shadows, each figure fell down. In the end, only Zhang Manyue stood alone in this wilderness.
The wind came from afar, and the weeds that swayed Manyuan burst like grass waves. Zhang Manyue stood with his sword and slowly closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility after a killing.
Suddenly, the hair on Zhang Manyue's back stood up, as if something terrible had appeared. She immediately opened her eyes, but saw that the soldiers who had just died under her sword stood up again.
Zhang Manyue glanced at the ground, and the chasers who had just been killed by herself still fell to the ground lifelessly, but they were standing on the same figure again.
ghost? Seeing these figures with sluggish expressions standing still, Zhang Manyue immediately thought of this.
However, she fled from Chang'an to Goryeo, killing a lot of chasing soldiers in the middle, but she never saw any ghosts.
They all died under their own swords when they were alive. What is there to be afraid of becoming ghosts when they die? Zhang Manyue thought this way in her heart, emboldening herself.
However, these ghosts didn't seem to have any intention of attacking Zhang Manyue. Instead, they bypassed Zhang Manyue and walked towards the end of the path step by step.
Zhang Manyue was curious in her heart, squeezed the full moon in her hand, and followed them lightly.
Legend has it that after a person dies, the ghost will go to the underworld, she wants to see how the so-called underworld goes.
At the end of the path, there was a broken carriage parked. The front end of the carriage was leaning against the ground. There was a long and upright object on it, covered with dust, dead leaves, weeds and the like.
These ghosts walked to the carriage, which was only half of it left, stopped and stared at it blankly.
Zhang Manyue followed behind the ghosts and looked at it vigilantly. It was three to five meters away, not dare to get too close easily.
Suddenly, there was a clear metal knocking sound from the heavens and the earth, and then these dead souls standing in front of the carriage turned into a light, and submerged in the long object on the carriage.
Zhang Manyue walked to the carriage, took the hilt and knocked on the thing covered by the dead branches, and a thick voice came.
Just after Zhang Manyue struck it, a light suddenly rose from under the dead branches, extremely dazzling.
Zhang Manyue jumped out a long distance like a little lamb that was suddenly frightened.
The dead branches on the carriage quickly fell to the ground, and a bronze coffin reappeared in front of Zhang Manyue's eyes, and a ray of light exploded from the copper coffin.
There was a neigh of horses, and then an even more incredible scene appeared. Several black rays of light emerged from the wall of the copper coffin. These rays of light gathered in front of the carriage, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into several dark and strong horses.
The horses turned their heads to look at Zhang Manyue, panting heavily between their noses, their horses hooves stepped on the ground, and a dull voice sounded.
Zhang Manyue couldn't help but backed two steps, Xun frowned.
With a sound of "", the heavy metal coffin lid was lifted and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
A figure sat up from the coffin, and the sun shattered on him, as if shrouded in a faint golden light.
"What is it?" Zhang Manyue immediately pointed with a horizontal sword to the existence of a ghost that suddenly popped out of the coffin.
"Don't be afraid, I am a human, not a ghost." Ye Yi turned to look at Zhang Manyue, showing a harmless smile.
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The cool moon is like eyebrows hanging on the willow bay
Seeing in the mirror of Yuezhong Mountain
The bright moon is like a white jade plate hanging above the dark night, and it is another full moon day.
However, Zhang Manyue did not have any leisure time to go to enjoy the moon. She might not believe it. She was wrapped in a coffin, or by the person lying in the coffin.
He said that his name was Ye Yi, he was the true suzerain of the Xuanxin Sect, the only great scholar in the world, who had fought against the ancestor of the zombie, the ancestor of the zombies, the ancestor of the zombies, had calmed down the dragon's nest turmoil, and created a lord of the underworld.
Zhang Manyue drove the carriage and slowly shuttled between the jungle trails at night, but the face that was enough to make many people's heartbeat was now full of sadness.
He asked himself to find an inn that specializes in accommodating dead souls. He also said that he had a battle with a god named Taishan Fujun and was seriously injured, so he can only stay in this coffin now and use the power of the copper coffin to transform the soul. Healing.
Zhang Manyue knew about Taishan Fujun, also known as Taishan God.
In China’s oldest theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, Mount Tai is located in the east, where the sun rises and the birthplace of all things. An ancient god, Taishan God, was born here, also known as Taishan Fujun and Dongyue the Great. , Rensheng Tianqi King, Tianqi Rensheng Emperor, Tianqi Dasheng Rensheng Emperor.
The monarch of Taishan Mansion has the powerful power to govern life and death, which is called the period of life and death, and the unification of ghosts.
In the lonely night, a tea shed appeared on the road ahead.
Zhang Manyue stopped her weary steps and walked into the tea shed with an expression of hopelessness, wanting to rest for a while.
"You are really lucky. Only I have food nearby." In the tea shed, there was only an old woman over half a hundred years old, and she squatted slightly and looked at Zhang Manyue. Yu Guang also looked at the copper coffin.
This old woman speaks Chinese, and this era is still under the celestial power.
"Are you from Wu Zhouguo? Hey, you are still carrying a sword. You are still a female warrior, rare and rare." The old woman was quite broken, and she kept talking to herself.
Zhang Manyue poured a bowl of wine, took a sip and fell heavily on the table: "The wine has no taste, so much nonsense."
Zhang Manyue picked up the wine and came to the carriage, sitting on the carriage leaning on the copper coffin and looking up at the bright moon in the sky.
"Are you going to have something?" Zhang Manyue asked when she touched the copper coffin with the wine bottle.
There was no response from the copper coffin.
"Don't forget it." Zhang Manyue said to herself authentically.
Granny Ma followed Zhang Manyue to the carriage and turned around the carriage twice, her expression was very complicated.
"Have you seen enough? Can you still see a flower coming?" Zhang Manyue glanced at it angerlessly.
Granny Ma shook her head and sighed: "This copper coffin is extraordinary! It is full of soul power. I think it must have buried many people, a city? A country? No, no, an era."
"No, just one person is buried." Zhang Manyue glanced at the old woman and thought she was very annoying, but from what she said she could tell that she was not an ordinary person.
"Passing here in such a cold weather, there are only two kinds of people. Either they just killed someone or they went to hunt for death." Granny Ma continued to talk to herself.
"Do you know where the Moon Inn is?" Zhang Manyue looked at the old woman in front of her, and an intuition in her heart told her that the old woman must know something.