At the end of the Ming Dynasty, in the eleventh year of Tianyuan, a certain mountain in the west of Chang'an City (Chang'an in the Ming Dynasty was changed to Xi'an, and the administrative district of Xi'an Prefecture was set up, and the west was stable, but most people still like to call it Chang'an), this mountain is called Black Mountain, thousands of miles deep, and it is rumored to be the old demon dojo of Black Mountain.

A hundred years have passed, and the once glorious old demon dojo of Montenegro is now only a broken lintel, and the old demon that the gods and ghosts are afraid of is even more unknown.

In the depths of the underground palace in the Black Mountain, a star-chasing silver light pierced the sky and hit the clay pot placed on the spiritual table in front of the main hall, and the clay pot covered with dust and looked extremely old instantly shattered, splashing up a cloud of powder mist.

"Bloody clothes! I am inseparable from you in three burials!" It was also after the clay pot was shattered, and a violent sound burst out in the depths of the underground palace.

The long hair shawl of the three burials, the body is like a demon robe full of fresh bloodstains, and the red robe stained with blood is even more dazzling, but it also deeply illustrates the charm of the three burials.

The shawl and long hair are a little fluffy, and there are dozens of huge corpses lying in the dungeon, broken weapons and rubble are scattered on the bluestone ground, and there is an extremely terrible battle before coming here, and the bewitching and strange man who called the three burials is the winner.

The three burials faced the main hall, breathing heavily, the long silver-white nails were pierced into the palms of the palms by the clenched fists, dripping blood, and the cold eyes were filled with blood, the three burials slowly turned their heads, looked at the entrance of the underground palace with murderous aura, and stared closely at the cold young man named Bloody Clothes, holding a bow and arrows and wearing bloody armor.

Without saying a word, there was no ripple on the bloody face, and the bent hand grabbed the back, and an arrow was placed on the bow, the movement was smooth, from taking the arrow to opening the bow but sucking.

"Hahaha. The three burials looked up to the sky and smiled, and after a while, the bewitching face became hideous, and scolded angrily: "Dongchang Eagle Dog, everyone will be punished!"

"Get up!"

The three burials opened their arms, and the evil qi instantly burst out from their bodies, turning into streams of black air that struck the soil in the underground palace.

"Huang Yun's new battle road, the old battlefield of white bones, white bones obey orders, get up!"

Thundered~

There was a slight tremor in the dungeon, and wisps of dust fell from a high place, condensing the tense atmosphere to the extreme, and cracks suddenly appeared in the stone wall not far away, and the two white bone palms seemed to tear open the stone wall, and a humanoid skeleton came out of the stone wall.

On the ground, on the stone wall, in the soil, three humanoid skeletons were born one after another, and the white bone skeleton eye hole was extremely red, as if it was channeled, and every move was controlled by the three burials, and the three white bone skeletons protected the three burials in the middle, and the scarlet eyes looked neatly at the entrance of the underground palace.

The bloody clothes didn't say a word, but raised the bow, aimed at the three burials a hundred zhang away, and slowly pulled the bowstring, a looming silver moon cold sky condensed in the void behind the bloody clothes, and the crescent moon fell to the bow, rendering it like holding the moon with a bow;

The moon is the arrow of the bow star, and nothing more.

The battle in the dungeon is on the verge of breaking out, and the swords are tense.

"Oh, everybody's got it?"

It was also at this time that a slightly mean-spirited sneer of yin and yang was suddenly inserted into the tense atmosphere, and when he looked at it, behind the bloody clothes was a few more feminine men dressed as court eunuchs.

"Father-in-law Qi?"

Even if he was as cold as blood, he frowned, and subconsciously whispered.

The smell of wine is rainbow into the blue sky,

Carved feathers drunk dance to chase the dragon.

The moon is the arrow of the bow star,

It will break the eighteen times of the Yellow Spring.

"Not bad, not bad. Qi Gonggong's yin and yang weird poem, obviously praising the bloody clothes, actually said two good things in a row, and said with a gleam in his eyes: "This conspiracy can be successful, the first merit should belong to the little master, and when he returns to Beijing to return to the lord, he will definitely ask for credit for the little master." ”

"Hmph, three rootless eunuchs, even if there is an eagle dog, why should I be afraid of it?" The three burials sneered, obviously hating these people.

Father-in-law Qi is in a high position, is the first eunuch of the nine-thousand-year-old Dongchang under the imperial court, when this world is really a few people under the ten thousand people, even the Manchu Dynasty civil and military see it has to say "Father-in-law Qi", as a eunuch, how many people can have such power, in today's world, who dares to call him a rootless person?

And today there is one person!

"Dang Zheng!" Father-in-law Qi gradually became angry, and the murderous aura in his eyes was particularly terrifying.

"If no one waits for the tea to leave, then the Zhu clan will be punished. Gonggong Qi glanced at the seven or eight people dozens of feet away from the entrance of the underground palace, and just said lightly.

Although his voice was soft and not murderous, no one present would doubt it, just because he was the "Qi Qianqi" of the imperial court, and he was famous.

Among the seven or eight people, there are old and young, men and women, all of whom have sneaked into the underground palace before, and when they saw that the three burials of the ghost gate killed another dozen or so people, a cadre of people also quietly retreated to the side, but also wanted to see how this immortal underground palace of the great Ming was doing.

Gou San swallowed and spat fiercely, if it weren't for the fact that he saw several women around him who were so fresh and wanted to smear oil one by one, he was afraid that he would not enter this immortal underground palace even if he was killed, others didn't know, but he Gou San knew very well!

I think that the old demon of Montenegro is so fierce in Pu Songling's pen, he is a big demon! Not to mention whether "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" is real, but even the incident of crossing over to the Ming Dynasty happened to Gou San, what else is there to doubt? Besides, this place is really similar to what Pu Songling wrote, and the old demon of Montenegro has even had substantial research.

"Old Jiu, let's go!" Gou San tilted his head slightly and whispered to the old man behind him.

Lao Jiu is Gou San's entourage, his face is yellow and his sideburns are pale white, and his robe is also sewn and washed to fade, and the whole person looks like the woodcutter in the countryside, a little old man.

"Young master, three years. Lao Jiu whispered, but he took the lead.

"Three years of hair, the eunuch said three sucks!" Gou San muttered in a low voice that was not angry, stepping on Lao Jiu's footprints and faintly skimming to the three burial blood-clothed people.

Seeing this, the remaining five or six people also left the immortal dungeon with a little regret, about the life and death of others, who cares in this troubled world, just sigh and pity.

Throwing off the black mountain for seven or eight miles, Gou San stopped, sat on the ground and gasped for air, and it took a long time to slow down, and his eyes flickered and floated to a few delicate figures not far away.

"Ahem~" Gou San put his hand on the bridge of his nose and pretended to cough a few times, but the eyes that annoyed the woman did not move away from the buttocks of an extremely beautiful woman for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Dare to ask a few fairies what their plans are for this time?"

"Back to the mountain. The girl in front of her replied after a while, her tone was a little cold, and she was afraid that she also hated Gou San's eyes.

The maiden was born extremely beautiful, with a beautiful face with an indescribable cold beauty, her delicate skin was white and red, and her pink cheeks were flushed, evidently caused by the previous hurry, and her long hair hung down on her shoulders like a waterfall, and her long pale blue dress accentuated her slender figure with great seduction.

"It's really a blue-eyed autumn pupil and jade bones. Jiang Shan said secretly, and said deliberately twice: "Let me ask the girl's name, which mountain do you want to go?"

The ruddy lips fell between the light openings, and when she heard the four words, she saw the extremely beautiful woman moving the lotus away.

"Tianmu Immortal Mountain?" Gou San frowned and looked thoughtful, and suddenly after a while, it turned out to be the Immortal Mountain in the extreme east, the closest to the Immortal Realm.

The few people who came out of the Immortal Dungeon Palace said goodbye one after another, but they stayed with a girl from the Immortal Mountain that day to the end.

"Hehe, I can see your thief's eyebrows, but your heart doesn't seem to be bad, my senior sister calls Qinghu and I call Ziping. The girl whispered a few times, and asked with wide eyes, "What's your name?"

Gou San refused to withdraw his gaze from afar, his mouth kept squirming, and he replied lightly: "Gou San." ”

Puff~

Ziping Yinling smiled and chased into the distance.

"My mother said, the name is cheap and easy to feed. Gou San didn't care.

Jinling is thousands of miles away from Montenegro, and if you can find it, you naturally don't have anything to do when you are full, walking on the path full of potholes, Lao Jiu unscrewed the wine bag and took a few sips of wine, pulled up his sleeves and dipped the corners of his mouth, and asked: "Young master, I'm afraid I can't afford to miss it for three years." ”

Gou Sanxing was in front, took the wine bottle and took a few sips, he naturally knew what Lao Jiu was talking about, and he lifted the wine bag and poured it into his mouth, but he turned the wine bag upside down and didn't spill a few drops, and he also said to Lao Jiu angrily: "You are a burden on the ground!"

Lao Jiu showed a cute smile, one of the two rows of yellow teeth was lost, he pulled the strip-shaped burden wrapped in gray cloth on his back, and said with a smile: "Young master, you go to lead the horse first, it is convenient for Lao Jiu to go." ”

"Three years, you can only live for three years with myrrh, Yan Chixia, don't let Lao Tzu catch you. ”

"Damn, I'm a good sales director, and I'm going to do chicken feathers on this stupid person. Seeing Lao Jiu disappearing, Gou San held a small branch in his mouth and snorted fiercely.

Note: The dynasties, place names, etc. in this book are all apocryphal, and any similarities are purely coincidental.