Hualong Cave is one of the places where the heads of the Maoshan faction have retreated and experienced tribulations, and there have been eight true immortals and ten real people here.

Except for the head of the sect and the members of the sect who need to go through the tribulation, no one is allowed to step here easily.

So Xiao Yue didn't know that there was such a cave in the back mountain.

This cave has been artificially transformed, and the structure is designed according to the principle of Qimen Bagua, which is quite beneficial to the people who have experienced the calamity.

There is a gossip map in the middle palace that is three zhang wide, and Xiao Yue is sitting on this gossip map now.

Xuan Qingzi advised: "Don't be, no matter what you see or hear, don't be tempted." ”

Xiao Yue nodded and remembered the advice, then said a few more words, and ate a golden pill.

In this catastrophe, no one can help him, he can only rely on himself.

After Xiao Yue ate the golden pill, she first felt that her whole body was cold, then she slowly lost consciousness, and then she lost consciousness.

But he had a dream.

I dreamed that I was walking in the dark and I couldn't see anything, that is, I didn't make any sound, I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't feel even a hint of wind.

He felt that his body was fluttering, and although he was moving forward, he was not walking forward, but flying with his feet off the ground and hanging in the air.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunderstorm overhead, a violent wind, and there were eerie and terrifying cries, laughter, screams, roars, and all kinds of ghost crying wolf howls intertwined, creepy, and shuddering.

From a distance, he saw two more ghost fires, which were slowly approaching him, and when these two ghost fires arrived, Xiao Yue saw clearly what it was.

This one was unbelievable, and he was really frightened and panicked.

It turned out that this was a pair of eyes of a fierce and vicious big devil.

These eyes are green and faint, embedded in the hideous and terrifying face of the devil, which really makes people feel hairy.

Xiao Yue calmed down and was about to cast a spell to subdue the demon, when she suddenly remembered that her mana had been lost, and she suddenly didn't know what to do.

But the demon spoke: "I've been waiting here for thousands of years, and I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time, and you're finally here." ”

Xiao Yue said: "What kind of monster are you, what kind of place is this, why do you wait here for thousands of years?" Who are you waiting for? ”

The devil didn't answer him, and directly opened his mouth to bite Xiao Yue with a "whew".

Xiao Yue couldn't do it, so she was so frightened that she ran away, and the devil chased after her.

There was no road in the dark, but there was nothing stopping Xiao Yue's progress, as if there was no end, he didn't know how long he had been running, he was already out of breath and sweating profusely, but the demon was still chasing behind.

He really couldn't run, and the devil saw that he was about to come to him, and with a "bang", an arrow shot from nowhere, hit the devil's forehead, and he wailed and died immediately.

Then Xiao Yue saw a person.

This man was holding a bow in his hand, hanging an arrow on his back, dressed as a hunter, but he was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a mustache and a turban, and he was in good spirits and looked very heroic.

Xiao Yue was overjoyed when she suddenly saw the living person, and hurriedly stepped forward to thank her.

The middle-aged man said: "Friends don't have to be polite, I don't know where you came to visit Longshan?" ”

Xiao Yue was surprised: "Hey, this place is called Youlong Mountain?" After speaking, he looked around, and sure enough, he saw that he was in a barren mountain range, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He followed the hunter to check, only to find out that the demon chasing him had turned into a colorful tiger again.

Xiao Yue asked about the origin of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man told him that his surname was Zhu Dacheng, a township from a county in Changzhou, and he lived in Lishui Village at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Dacheng asked about Xiao Yue's origin, Xiao Yue couldn't remember her origin for a while, and she was suddenly embarrassed, and she didn't know how to answer.

Zhu Dacheng saw the look of embarrassment on his face, but he didn't ask, he patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "I think you look like a lost person." ”

Xiao Yue was stunned, then reacted, and hurriedly said, "I'm indeed lost." ”

The middle-aged man said: "I'll take you down the mountain." ”

Coming to the bottom of the mountain and entering the village, Zhu Dacheng asked Xiao Yuedao, "Where are you going now?" ”

Xiao Yue said with a blank face: "I don't know either." ”

Zhu Dacheng laughed and said: "You are interesting, if you have nowhere to go, come to my house and sit down first, I have caught a lot of game, and I can entertain you tonight." ”

Xiao Yue hesitated, looking at everything around the village, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had been here.

Zhu Dacheng saw that he didn't speak, and thoughtfully, so he acquiesced and forced into the house.

He has two daughters, a son, and an old man, who is Zhu Dacheng's father.

His father's name is Zhu Zhiwen, his wife's name is Su Meijie, the eldest daughter is eighteen years old, the youngest daughter is sixteen years old, named Zhu Xiang and Zhu Hui respectively, and his son is called Zhu Dali, ten years old, bold, with extraordinary power since childhood, and honest appearance, but he is a clever ghost.

When the family saw that a guest had arrived, they saw that Xiao Yue was handsome and behaved in accordance with etiquette, but they liked him very much.

Asked what age it was, Zhu Dacheng told him that it was the Ming Dynasty.

The villagers here have been hunting for a living for generations, and their lives are steady.

When Xiao Yue heard that this was the Ming Dynasty, she couldn't help frowning and fell into deep thought.

He was struggling to recall something vague.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall it, he felt as if he was in a dream, all his previous memories were vague, and he didn't even know where he was from, only his name.

This night, he slept with Zhu Dacheng's son Zhu Dali, slept vaguely, and was always in a state of half-asleep.

He had a dream, he dreamed that a group of robbers entered the village and tied up the whole village, Zhu Dali and his father and grandfathers and grandchildren plus all the other male compatriots in the village were lined up, and then these fierce robbers carried bright knives and chopped these villagers like grass mustard, and some of the villagers who resisted were directly cut into pulp, the scene was really miserable.

Xiao Yue suddenly woke up from her sleep and sat up.

He was sweating profusely and frightened, but outside the house came cries, shouts, curses, and some wails of pain. He was frightened, got out of bed and walked out, and when he saw everything in front of him, he was stunned, his face was pale and his expression was confused.

It was night, the north wind was howling, the sky was cold, and everything that happened in front of me was full of endless sadness.

It turned out that everything he had just seen in his dream was really happening outside the house.

The whole village of male compatriots were tied up and gathered together, and dozens of ugly-looking, fierce and cruel robbers stood around, carrying white knives in their hands, laughing wildly and doing atrocities that were not tolerated by heaven.

Xiao Yue saw that the three ancestors and grandchildren of the Zhu family were also tied with their backhands, crowded in the crowd.

Before he could shout, a tall and bearded robber slashed the three of them with a knife, and the three skulls rolled to Xiao Yue's feet.

He watched as the heads of his ancestors and grandchildren fell to the ground, and the whole figure lost consciousness, stiffened in place, without any expression on his face, and he did not shed a single tear, nor did he let out a trace of screaming.

His whole body was as cold as if he had been thrown into ice water.