Jiang Ming returned to the Star Pavilion and locked himself in the study. The one thing that Yin Lingzi told him was too big a shock for him.

"My father is the soldier master Chiyou." Will be clear to himself. Just as he was deeply entangled in himself, a white cloth ball flew in from the window.

Jiang Ming looked out the window and saw Bai Qixia sitting on the branch, his two restless legs swinging in the air.

"Brother Jiang Ming, what's wrong with you?" Qi Xia looked at Jiang Ming's somewhat reddened eyes and asked puzzled. "Yes, did Daddy tell you something?"

Jiang Ming didn't speak, and in this case, he couldn't have done nothing. Jiang Ming's obsidian-like dark eyes flashed a faint trace of loneliness. He glanced at Qi Xia and lowered his head again.

Qi Xia had never seen such a brother Jiang Ming, she jumped lightly, jumped on the carved window frame on the side, walked down, and sat next to Jiang Ming. Looking at the unprecedented dimness in Jiang Ming's eyes, he guessed one or two points.

"Qixia, do you think I'm a good person?"

"Brother Jiangming, why do you ask that?" Qi Xia gently picked up a brush with a white pole and wrote these things on the paper.

"If my father was a heinous murderer, and I had the most terrible and evil power in the world, would I still be a good man?" Jiang Ming asked very carefully, at this moment he was in turmoil, if he had been representing the light for sixteen years, then at this moment, he was like falling into an infernal hell, and his eyes were boundless and endless.

When Qi Xia heard this, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pen in her hand paused, and the stroke on the paper didn't look so natural. It seems that his elder brother Jiang Ming knows his life experience, Qi Xia slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and made up a flower in the flaw. Then his thin lips opened slightly: "Brother Jiang Ming is the best person in the world, I have never doubted it once, and I will not doubt it in the future, so at this time, I will not doubt it." You are alone, and no one is changed. As he spoke, Qi Xia put down the pen in his hand, picked up the handkerchief again, and continued to blur the ink on the paper, "Brother Jiangming, history has been a portrayal of the life of the winner since ancient times, and the loser is not qualified to defend himself." So why are you sad about that illusory past? ”

By the time he finished speaking, the painting was complete. An inky manzhu sawa blooms on the cliff of despair, representing the vitality in despair.

Qi Xia's words were not incisive, but they just knocked on Jiang Ming's heart and cut off a mess.

Jiang Ming slowly raised his head and faced it impartially, under the flickering candle flame, Qixia looked at his gaze. Tan Wen's lantern shadow slowly fell all over the table, and the insects and frogs outside the window were unusually quiet tonight, and the late night was like a silence, and Jiang Ming suddenly felt that his worries were entangled, and he was suddenly a little ridiculous.

"Qixia, thank you." Jiang Ming smiled sincerely, exhaled lightly, and the feeling of depression in Fang Cai's chest disappeared.

"Brother Jiangming, in fact, you are still very curious about your life experience, right?" Sure enough, in this world, the one who knows Jiang Ming best is not Yin Lingzi, but the little girl.

Although Jiang Ming was relieved that his father was the soldier master Chi You, the big devil who killed all directions in all the classics. But Jiang Ming still has a lot of questions about himself, such as how he survived and so on.

Jiang Ming suddenly remembered that when he was hunting in Xuantian Pond, he met the Earth Ghost Dao Si Ming Nulu. At that time, she was very surprised that she was still alive, so Jiang Ming said: "Qixia, I want to go to the ghost world and find the ghost Dao priest." I think she must know something. ”

The little girl nodded, shook the bell in her hand, and attracted a black crow from Tongyao Mountain. Legend has it that the crow can see the soul of a person after death, and will guide the lonely soul and wild ghost to the underworld to be punished, and then re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. So the crow can find the entrance to the ghost path.

"Brother Jiangming, tomorrow my father will retreat for three days. Let's go now! Qi Xia smiled evilly and took out two black clothes from the spiritual source.

Xudu, return the soul gate.

Jiang Ming and Qixia left Tongyao Mountain overnight and rushed towards the entrance of the ghost world. There are many entrances to the ghost world, and the nearest one is in the capital city. Jiang Ming and Qixia rode through the snow and twilight in the night, the horses' hooves flying, rolling up the dust and mud on the ground.

Dawn was approaching, and the sky in the east was slightly scarlet. Ming and Qixia were also driven outside the capital where hundreds of ghosts gathered. On the moat outside the city, the mist of water vapor seems like a fairyland. The broken flags on the city wall, as well as the lifeless air within a radius of ten miles, made the entire capital city look extremely terrifying.

It's not that I can't afford to buy a complete flag, but that the broken flags are actually spiritualist flags. The Tang Gate in the city is famous for borrowing corpses to return souls, so the gate of the capital city is also called the soul gate. The Tang Sect does not practice immortal law, does not practice martial arts, everyone has a flute, and everyone and ghosts are called to be dispatched. Therefore, the Tang Gate Royal Ghost Dao, the Tang Sect family master and the Ghost King reached an agreement not to interfere with each other. Every year in the Ghost Month, the children of the Tang family withdraw from the capital, allowing the wandering spirits and wild ghosts in the world to enter the underworld reincarnation from the capital city.

"Brother Jiangming, the city gate will open in a quarter of an hour, and we will enter the city with the caravan stationed outside the city at that time." Qi Xia pulled down the black veil and said in Jiang Ming's ear.

The sun in the middle of the day steamed up the water vapor on the moat, and the whole picture of the capital city became clear. At this time, a trombone rippled on the city wall of Xudu, and the bridge of the Soul Gate also slowly hung down and was erected on both sides of the moat. The scarlet gates creaked loudly as they turned, and the caravans not far away were noisy.

Mixed Ming and Qixia into the caravan, and smoothly entered the capital city and went straight to the Tang Gate.

Jiang Ming made a gesture to indicate that the wall was weakly guarded. Qixia understood, and the two sneaked into the Tang Gate when the guards at the gate changed the guard. Jiang Ming remembered that it was recorded in the Three Thousand Dao Collections that the head of the Tang Sect opened the door of the ghost world with a mirror - the mirror of the afterlife. This mirror is about three zhang wide and extremely large, so it must be placed in the largest room of the Tang Gate.

Lying on the roof, Ming and Qixia observed the internal structure of the Tang Gate, guessing where this mirror would be hidden. At this time, a disciple of the Tang family dressed in white sent down the two of them.

As soon as he was about to speak, he was sealed by Ming's spell. Bai Qixia smiled at Jiang Ming, and then withdrew from the place where the two were lying on their stomachs. Just as she got up, a bright light flashed in her eyes. Bai Qixia subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then slowly removed his hand, the pond.

"Brother Jiangming, look!" The little girl pointed to a pond behind a wall.

Jiang Ming looked at the sparkling water, was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly understood: "That mirror is at the bottom of the pond." ”

The two avoided patrols and sank to the bottom. Jiang Ming used his spiritual power to open the mirror of the past and entered the underworld.

Just like the underworld, it instantly became extremely dark. There is only night in the underworld, so there is an endless amount of ink everywhere except for the green, blue, and miserable white firelight. Some of the souls of the dead who passed by on the road were dragged forward by black and white chains; Some, with black iron hooks pierced through the lute bone, have blackened large blood stains on their chests; Some, who had just received the punishment of the Shura Realm, were festering all over their bodies, and their flesh and blood were crawling on the ground.

Everything in the underworld is like the ruins of a fire, puddles of water large and small, constantly gushing out with red blood.

"How dare you come here?" A strange female voice floated behind Jiang Ming and Bai Qixia, flickering far and near, switching back and forth between miserable cries and ethereal echoes.

The two of them turned around and saw a thick white fog with black feathers floating around them.

"Why not?" The little girl asked rhetorically with a look of not being afraid of the sky or the earth.

"Hahahaha! The hairy boy from there, such a big breath! The voice changed to a scheming male voice. I saw a black figure condensed in front of the two of them.

"You're the Maiden? Brother Jiang Ming has something to ask you, you'd better tell the truth! The little girl looked at the woman in front of her who was not human, not a ghost. I just feel that I am really sorry for the general public!

The female Lu had never seen such a lawless person in more than a thousand years, and she dared to speak to herself in such a tone. A mouthful of old blood almost blocked my heart, and I didn't hold back a word for a long time. Just said angrily: "You! ”