In the thirtieth year of the Dragon Dynasty, the third day of the fourth month.

The night is getting cooler, under the bright moon and clear light, a cold moon hangs high, a vast mist rises between the lakes and mountains, and in the haze, there is a dark figure reflected in the silhouette in the water and passes quickly. A figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a black hat walked briskly along the stone trestle towards the stone gate.

The name of this lake is called: Yingyue Lake. The lake water is quiet, it looks desolate under the moonlight, and there are occasionally a few white water lilies in full bloom on the lake, but the stamens of the lotus flowers are bright red and bright, which is extremely beneficial. A stone trestle leads straight to two large stone gates.

In the distance, there was a candlelight from the hidden stone gate, and in the mist, it seemed erratic—a large hall was hidden in it.

- "Who?"

Seeing that there were people on the stone trestle bridge, the two people standing guard outside the door wore silver hairpins, hung jade carved silver collars around their necks, and wore silver rings on their hands and ankles.

"On the second night: Ghost, it's a friend of His Highness the Witch King!" a low male voice came from inside his robe.

The black-robed old ghost, who had been bowing his head, raised his head to look at the two vigilant maids, and under the black robe and hat, there was a cold black iron mask, and the word "night" was engraved on the forehead of the mask.

"It turned out to be you, my lord!" the maids saw the person clearly, and the slender blades in their hands were quickly retracted into the sheath, and two cold rays of cold light under the moon flashed away. Then, the two of them respectfully knelt on one knee.

The black-robed old ghost didn't stop, and walked straight towards the stone gate.

The stone gate is ten zhang high, five zhang wide, weighs one million catties, and lies above the big lake. The stone door is carved with Miao inscription, and the center of the two stone doors is carved with a full moon, and there is a huge and gloomy stone eye carved in the full moon, the eyes are lifelike, revealing a strong breath of death, and the people who are staring at it shudder.

The stone gate is built in the middle of the lake, and there is an island in the middle of the lake, and the small island is connected to the outside world by a stone stack, and these two stone gates are the only way to the island in the middle of the lake.

Here, the heavy mountains are surrounded by dense forests, and the forest is full of smoke and mist, and the birds are sad. Since ancient times, it has always belonged to the Wuyue clan, and they have lived here for generations.

The Wuyue tribe originally belonged to a small tribe under the Yelang country of Miaojiang, in order to prevent the invasion of other tribes for thousands of years, they built the clan village on a remote island in the middle of the lake, mined granite from the deep mountains, chiseled into blocks, and used to build fortifications, and finally after dozens of generations of hard work, they built two huge stone gates to resist foreign invasions.

The land of the Southern Barbarians, for thousands of years, has been under the cruelty of the Yelang Kingdom, and the people have been tortured. Finally, hundreds of years ago, the thirtieth generation of the Wuyue Clan, Lan Lingzhu, was dissatisfied with the cruelty of the Yelang Country and led the clan to break away from the Yelang Country.

King Yelang was furious when he heard this, and personally led 300,000 night wolf guards under his command to conquer the Wuyue clan, and the great witch Lan Lingzhu led the whole clan to resist, but they were still outnumbered, and they were defeated and retreated, and finally they closed the stone gate, and the whole clan retreated to the Huxin clan village.

Later, the soldiers of the Yelang King came to the city, intending to exterminate the Wuyue Clan, but the Night Wolf Guard was blocked by the stone gate on the lake. King Yelang did not give up and commanded a large army to cross the lake, but the lake had already been laid down by the Wuyue clan who were good at witchcraft-Ten Thousand Insect Array, for a time, the night wolf guard was full of floating corpses, the lake was dyed red with blood, and hundreds of thousands of corpses filled the lake.

King Yelang was defeated and fled back to the capital of Yelang with the remnants of his army. Those other tribes who were under the oppression of King Yelang saw that the Wuyue Clan had defeated King Yelang, and they all submitted to his knees. For a time, the Wuyue clan fought against the Yelang Kingdom in the land of the Southern Barbarians. After that, the Great Witch Blue Lingzhu established the Wuyue Kingdom in the land of the Southern Barbarians, calling himself the Witch King.

The second witch king: Lan Yao'er, who wanted to rule the entire southern barbarian land during her reign, finally under her hard work, it took thirteen years - the witch disaster rebellion, which ended with the destruction of the Yelang country. Since then, the entire land of the Southern Barbarians has been unified.

There are rumors that after the defeat, King Yelang led thousands of concubines with treasures, and Starry Night fled to the deep mountains on the border of Wuyue Kingdom. Successive generations of witch kings have sent troops to find out, but they have all ended in vain.

It was recorded in "Emperor Linfu" that there was a clan in Nanban, which began with Miao, surrendered to Yelang, and lived in a corner. The matriarchal line in the clan is respected, the moon is worshipped as a god, and the witch Gu is good at it. In the 537th year of the abolition calendar, the great witch blue spirit bead, the king of the big broken night, then the hundred tribes worshipped, the first Wuyue country was built, the witch king was proclaimed, the capital worshiped the moon city, reorganized the borders, and sealed the ancestral hall.

Under the moon, the dark shadow walks alone. Passing through the stone gate, in the distance, a palace came into view. Gradually, even the white lotus blooming on the surface of the lake became denser and denser, and when I looked up, the entire island in the middle of the lake was wrapped in white lotus.

The stone trestle bridge hewn from white marble leads straight to the island, the stone railing pillar is carved with a blooming white lotus, on the stone stack, every thirty steps, there is a young maid standing on the left and right, they are wearing white Miao clothes, barefoot, wearing silver ornaments, hanging Miao blades, holding a silver lotus lamp, the lotus lamp is glowing with a cold white light, so it has been continuing, and the whole island in the middle of the lake is illuminated.

Everything here is white, white water lilies, white palaces, white stone trestle bridges, white maids, even the lights are white.

For a moment, he wondered if he had fallen into some kind of wonderful illusion, where he felt the power of incomparably noble holiness, as if even time and space were illusory.

- Finally.

At this moment, when he really stepped on this pure land, when his feet stepped on the soft white gravel, the black-robed old ghost breathed a long sigh of relief.

At the end of the stone trestle bridge, several white-clothed maids had been waiting for a long time, silent, the silver basin in their hands was full of water, they used banana leaves dipped in water to dust the man from head to toe, and then leaned down to take off the man's boots.

Seeing them take off their boots, the black-robed old ghost was taken aback. The girls were not flustered, a white-clothed maid prostrated behind the man, another white-clothed maid helped him to sit on the maid, and then two white-clothed maids came up to take off his boots, hold his feet into the cold water, and skillfully wash.

The black-robed old ghost was surprised, maybe he didn't know that on this island in the middle of the lake, except for the witch king who was worshipped as a god, all the people were young women in their twenties.

"My lord, His Royal Highness the Witch King is waiting for you in the palace!" After cleaning, a maid helped the black-robed old ghost to stand up, respectfully knelt on one knee, and made a gesture of please, and the rest of the maids all stepped aside and knelt on the ground.

The black-robed old ghost nodded, clasped his fists and saluted back, and said in a low voice, "Thank you!" and then stepped on the soft white gravel with his bare feet, and walked towards the main hall.

Half a day.

A thousand-year-old tree, blocking the middle of the road, the trunk is bent and vigorous, the cracked bark is like a carving knife, carving the traces of time on the tree, the lush leaves shine with crystal soft light in the night, and the vines hanging down from the crown are winding and intertwining, mustard, and growing wildly in all directions.

Under the ancient tree, a cold pool ripples under the cold moon, and a curved moon reflects in the pool. The man stopped abruptly and looked at the crescent moon in the middle of the pool in a daze.

The water surface under the moon suddenly rippled, and a figure emerged from the pool water, with his back to the black-robed man, bathing in the moonlight's slender body, exuding a white, waist-length black hair wet behind him.

The black-robed old ghost was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, trying to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the woman suddenly turned around, and when she saw that there was a living person, she was not flustered, a slender arm like a jade shoot was blocked in front of her chest, and a clear and jade face was not shocked, looking at the comer.

"Is that you?" the woman said softly, but with a hint of suspicion.

"On the second night, old ghost, meet the priest!" the shadow flickered and knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and stopped looking at the man.

"Where are you old?" the woman turned and walked towards the shore, her naked body shining with a sparkling pearl in the moonlight.

The woman picked up a white shirt as thin as a cicada's wings on the shore and put it on her body, she was not wearing a Miao suit, a cloud silk robe in the style of the emperor was worn on her, but it exuded a strange beauty, she sat on a protruding mountain rock, looked at him, and slowly spoke: "I look at your eyes, it's not old at all......! Don't you dare to look at it?"

"The villain doesn't dare!" the black-robed old ghost lowered his head.

"Why did you come the next night? Why didn't he dare come?" A sneer appeared on his frosty face.

"The villain doesn't know who the high priest is!" the black-robed old ghost still lowered his head.

"Oh......" She got up and walked towards the Moon Worship Palace, her wet hair dripping with droplets, where her toes pointed, the white gravel bloomed like a cold plum watermark, but in an instant it withered without a trace, and her voice in the distance came into her ears slowly, "When I go back, tell your leader, from now on, I don't want to see him again......"