Ahsan and Orion rode together on a bloody horse, speeding through the night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ahsan wept silently all the way, no matter how much Orion comforted, he just refused to stop his tears.

Orion sighed under his breath, and had to let her lose his temper. Clamp the horse's belly and urge the horse to speed up.

In a few moments, the two of them were out of the city, and in the distance they saw a few faint fires in the field ahead.

The light of the fire was getting closer and clearer.

Ahsan wiped away his tears, jumped off his horse, and silently took a few steps back.

The small fire was extinguished, and under the moonlight, a large group of soldiers in shining silver armor approached their horses and saluted respectfully to the hunters.

Orion sat on his horse and asked condescendingly, "I heard that Zheng Jingming has taken Yangcheng from here, have you ever shown your whereabouts?" ”

A soldier stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, big marshal! Zheng Jingming didn't find the whereabouts of his subordinates! The scouts followed for several miles, and had already found out that the road to Yangcheng was just a cover, and at the small square mountain in front of him, Zheng Jingming changed his route, as if he wanted to go straight into Runan. ”

Orion twisted his thumb and forefinger and pondered, "Zheng Jingming suddenly left Beijing and passed through Yangcheng, just as Yangcheng had just been sacked by the Liukou, nominally, he came to suppress the Liukou and stabilize the overall situation of Yangcheng. In fact, it was rerouted, bypassing Yangcheng and going straight into Runan,...... It seems that the old thing is no longer good and has started to pave the way for his son......"

Thinking of this, Orion showed a mysterious smile on his face, "Very good, if you don't take advantage of the chaos to catch him, how can you be worthy of the hard work of me and my brothers these days?" ”

The hunter is in front, and the horse is relaxed. Behind him, more and more soldiers in soft armor were constantly gathered. Ahsan somehow got on a maroon pony at some point, and after following the group, she couldn't see Orion far away. Wiping away her tears, she sighed softly, then raised her head and shouted, "Drive!" The red horse under the crotch, like an arrow from the string, stepped on its four hooves and rushed out quickly.

At this time, on the top of Xiaofang Mountain, Wei Yan stood in the wind. There was a dense fire at the foot of the mountain, and it could be seen that a large group of men and horses were walking at night with torches, illuminating the dark sky. But those people and horses under the mountain, those torches, reflected in her eyes, but they couldn't attract her attention.

The Ghostface stood silently beside her, patiently waiting for her to digest and understand what she had just said.

"Master?" Wei Yan muttered the word.

"That's right, it's the master!" The ghost-faced man nodded, "The token is only in the hands of the Holy Masters of the Underground Palace of the past dynasties. ”

"But my mother ...... Never mentioned it to me......" Wei Yan felt like his mind was in a mess, completely unable to understand what the ghost-faced man was saying.

"The rebellion of the unowned underground palace has been twenty-four years......" Ghostface said, "The last Holy Lord suddenly disappeared, and there has been no news for twenty-four years, and no one knows where the letter is." The left and right protectors control the power in the palace, and they are increasingly delusional, just because they have no tokens in their hands and cannot convince the public, so they can barely keep the underground palace from changing hands. ”

"The left and right protectors you said ...... have ruled the underground palace for more than 20 years, and they can't serve the public, and now, you only rely on this token to recognize me as the master, will it be too rash?"

"Has this object ever been played or touched by someone else?" Ghostface is humane.

"This ......," Wei Yan shook his head, "this is not true, after all, it is something that is played in the mouth, and it has never been played by anyone except my mother and me." What does this mean? My mother has lived a very unhappy life, if she has this power, how can she be willing to die in vain? ”

"Ling Tang has never ruled the underground palace, but I am afraid that she is just like you, and she does not know her identity as a holy lord. No one but the Holy Lord could play music. The method of playing is passed down by the holy masters of all generations. If you don't believe it, find an opportunity in the future, find someone who knows music, and try it. Look at the tattoo at the bottom of the token. ”

Wei Yan raised his hand, and what he held in his palm was the simple and old pottery Xun, with an inconspicuous bird pattern engraved at the bottom.

"Master, please see." The ghost-faced man flipped up his cuffs, revealing the same pattern on his arm as Xun's bottom. "The imprint on the arm of the subordinate is from this Xun."

Wei Yan rubbed the pattern on the bottom of the xun, a little at a loss. What kind of dungeon is it, I have never heard of it, but now, I have inexplicably become the master of the dungeon! A peerless master with such ability as the Ghost-faced Man has become his subordinate!

Fate has always liked to joke with her, for a while let her be given by her father to the prince as a concubine, for a while let her marry her sweetheart Xu Lang as a wife, for a while her family was ruined and homeless, and for a while let her be framed and insulted to the end of the world. And this time's joke even involved the forces of the rivers and lakes! Ghostface wasn't joking with her, was he? However, what does she have that is worthy of a martial arts master to go to great lengths to joke with her?

The ghost-faced man saw her confusion and said lightly, "Most of the forces of the underground palace are entrenched in the capital, and there are already people in the capital who have heard the 'voice of the netherworld', but the song is short-lived, and it is not enough to lock the identity of the Holy Lord. Following some clues, the subordinates followed the Holy Lord to come, and when they really heard the 'Netherworld Voice' up close and saw the 'Netherworld Token' with their own eyes, the subordinates could be sure that you were really the Holy Lord of the Underground Palace. As for the past, the whereabouts of the previous Holy Lord, how Ling Tang obtained the 'Nether Token', and how he learned the method of playing the Wind, it is still to be discovered by the next subordinates, and then reported to the Holy Lord. ”

Wei Yan nodded stunnedly, "Then now, can I leave?" ”

"Where does the Holy Lord want to go?"

"I'm going to Yangcheng!" Wei Yan said, "My sister was kidnapped by the rogue, and I want to find her." ”

"Greetings to the Holy Lord." The ghost-faced man shook his hand, not dissuading or dissuading, which made Wei Yan a little uneasy. Does he confess himself as Lord, but does he not follow himself? With her alone, it's really hard to say whether she can reach Yangcheng. But the Ghostface had helped her more than once, and she was embarrassed to ask him to go with her.

Wei Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said softly, "Goodbye." ”

Wei Yan slowly walked down the mountain, and saw that the fire that he had seen on the top of the mountain was gone. The wind on the hill whins in your ears, mixed with the chirping of insects from time to time, which is quiet and frightening. Once again, she picked up a life from the ghost gate, and at this moment, she felt extremely indifferent to walking alone in the wilderness late at night.

She took the flint from her bosom, followed the example of Ahsan, clumsily lit the torch, and hurried forward along the path down the mountain.

She looked back several times, but she didn't see the shadow of the ghost-faced man, and she secretly warned herself: "No matter what 'underground palace', 'Holy Lord' is real or not, you are just you, from now on, you must not rely on anyone anymore!" ”

The ghost-faced man stood on the top of the hill, looking at Wei Yan's figure that had turned into a small black dot from afar. Beside him, at some point, there was a figure dressed in white and wearing the same mask.

There was a smile in the white-clothed man's tone, "Dye Mo, do you really think that such a yellow-haired girl can be the Holy Lord and rule the people of the underground palace?" ”

"Luo Yan, I know you don't believe her. I don't believe it either. Whether she can be this holy lord depends on her own ability. Maybe soon, she'll be able to give us the answer......" (To be continued.) )