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    Abandoning the horse and entering the mountain, the first day was safe and sound, but on the second night, when everyone was meditating on the spot to rest, an accident happened.

    ? A monk went to the jungle to take a urinate in the middle of the night, and felt his legs itch after running the water. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito sitting between his legs, drinking blood happily.  The monk killed the bug with a slap, and at the end he habitually muttered: "Damn it, you dare to bite your grandfather and me."

    As a result, as soon as the voice fell, a strange sound came from the surrounding trees.  The monk was startled, and suddenly remembered what Nan Gongsi reminded him before the mountain. He was so scared that he didn't even have time to pull up his trousers, so he ran wildly and shouted: "Help, Master! Help!"

    It turned out that this person was a disciple of Jiang Dongtang who was accompanying Huang Xiaoyue. The loud voice of crying for father and mother was like a boulder falling into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand waves. Everyone who had been meditating quietly got up one after another.  I saw a monk from Jiangdong Hall running wildly from a distance.

    ? This man was naked, shaking his dick, and ran while crying.  There were at least a hundred small black-skinned snakes following behind him, and several of them had wrapped around his legs.

    Huang Xiaoyue said in shock: "Disciple?"

    Nangong Si said: "Don't go there!"

    The disciple ran over crying and howling, but more and more snakes climbed up, and he finally staggered and fell to the ground, crying: "Master! Master, save me!"

    Huang Xiaoyue originally wanted to help, but Nangong said: "This snake is transformed from the dragon's whiskers. If you kill one, it will turn into two. The more you kill, the more you will kill. He has a strong desire for revenge. If the chief zodiac is not afraid,  Go up and fight."

    As soon as Huang Xiaoyue heard it, she immediately faltered, but said: "The overall situation is the most important thing." Watching her disciple being swallowed by the tide of black snakes, the man writhed and writhed in pain.  Back and forth, the tide of snakes had completely covered him, forming a mass of black low hills. The mass of low hills collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.  nothing left

    Once this incident happened, no one would say a word of nonsense on the last day of the journey.

    It is a truth that everyone knows that too much talk is bound to fail.

    Xue Zhengyi even put a silence curse on himself, and by the way, on Xue Meng, not for anything else, but because the father and son are usually too open-mouthed, if they muttered "dog thing" in the blink of an eye, they would be killed.  Become the lunch of snakes.

    Everyone was cautious in their words and deeds, and finally in the middle of the third night, they passed through the Panlong Mountains and came to the hero's tomb of the Confucianism School - under Jiaoshan.

    The enchantment of Jiaoshan Mountain is different from that of Huangshan Mountain. Jiaolong hates deceit, so the enchantment is transparent, without any blinding techniques, and the scene of the foot of the mountain can be seen clearly from the outside.

    Looking at the situation in front of him, Jiang Xi asked, "Is this the burial place for generations of Confucian heroes?"

    The moonlight shone on Nangong Si's face, he was silent for a while, and said, "Not bad."

    Jiaoshan was transformed by a magic dragon. After the first head of Rufengmen subdued the dragon, he made a blood contract with him to turn it into a mountain to protect the heroic souls and treasures, ancestral temples and ancestral halls of Confucianismmen for generations.

    On this mountain, Nan Gongsi has followed his father to visit the grave every winter solstice since he can remember.  When he came here in the past, he could see the endless and magnificent white marble steps, and the dark city guards who had already stood guard on both sides of the mountain road, wearing blue clothes and fluttering skirts.

    "Welcome young master."

    He could vaguely hear rumbling shouts in his ears, and everyone knelt down. He walked up the mountain path, and he could see his father who was preparing for the sacrificial ceremony in Tiangong, the ancestral hall at the top.

    "Mr. Nangong, let's avoid hurting the spring and autumn. The war is imminent and there is no delay. You should open the barrier as soon as possible so that we can go in and kill the demons to defend the way."

    Nangong Si turned his head, and the person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue.

    In the heyday of the Confucian school, even if Nan Gongsi gave him a dozen slaps on a whim without any reason, he would not dare to retaliate.

    Today, in front of his ancestral grave, you can brag and stare at him, showing off your might.

    Nangong Siyin endured it, he had to endure it.

    The biting of the molar teeth hurts, and I have to try my best to endure it.

    "Stand back a little." He said, and he came to the mountain gate by himself.

    There stood two tomb gods made of evil spirit stones on the left and one on the right. The toes alone were as big as a five or six-year-old child.  These two gods have three faces, one of them is kind or angry, holding a magic weapon in each hand, and their arms are around the ring, but the strange thing is, this kind of gods usually have leopard eyes wide open, but they have their eyes closed, frowning.  Frowning, it looks somewhat treacherous.

    Without blinking his eyes, Nangong pierced his fingertips with the sleeve arrow, drew a spell on the evil spirit stone, and said: "ConfucianismThe body is incorruptible and immortal, just like in life.  Mo Ran looked down at the coffin in front of him. Group burials would not be taken care of too carefully, so there was a thick layer of ash on the surface of the jade coffin, and Mo Ran could only vaguely see the coffin below.  The outline of the deceased, the facial features could not be seen clearly, but the figure seemed to be that of a woman.

    He stared at the woman for a while, then looked around the coffin again¡ª¡ª

    He felt something was wrong with the coffin.

    But what exactly is wrong, he can't quite tell.

    He looked around, and while no one was paying attention to him, he put his hand on the coffin, closed his eyes, and carefully perceived

    Suddenly his palm trembled.

    Mo Ran opened his eyes, his face was extremely ugly.

    There is indeed evil in this coffin, but it is no longer strong, and the Zhenlong chess piece is not inside Could it be that I am thinking wrong?

    "Mo Ran!" Xue Meng and the others were already going far away, shouting at him from afar.

    Mo Ran whispered to himself: "Immediately."

    His slender hands rubbed the face of the coffin inch by inch, wiping off the thick dust on it, trying to see the face of the woman below more clearly without opening the coffin.

    He was wiping, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a detail out of the corner of his eye, and stopped abruptly.

    He knew something was wrong.

    Accumulation of dust.

    The dust in this coffin is wrong!

    In addition to the place he just wiped, Mo Ran suddenly found that there was no dust in another place - on the side of the coffin, there were four marks of different lengths. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to compare, and found that it happened to be  A person crawls out of it, except for the thumb, where the other four fingers will touch!

    Mo Ran's expression changed with horror, and just as he wanted to stop everyone from going up the mountain, he suddenly felt a burst of dampness and coldness in front of him.

    He raised his head abruptly, and unexpectedly met a corpse-white face.

    A woman in a shroud crouched behind the tombstone, staring at him faintly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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