Tragedy in Heaven......

As soon as Qin Beiyang turned around, he saw that the gorgeous palace had become dilapidated, with thick cobwebs on the windows, the ceiling and beams had fallen, the floor and walls were full of holes, crawling with cockroaches and mice, and bats flying overhead. As for the rare and exotic fruits I just ate, they turned out to be rancid rice balls and dregs. The stomach turned over, squatted down and vomited, almost vomiting out the gastric juice.

And the remaining six fairies have all turned into black and stinky zombies like old women. Qin Beiyang boldly peeled off the skin of the beautiful woman, only to see the steel skeleton.

Sure enough, it is still the story in "Liao Zhai", the scholar meets a beautiful girl at night, is introduced to a luxury villa in the mountains, there are servants, maidservants, Zhong Ming Ding eats, and he is so happy that he has lived a year of leisure. even gave birth to a son. Suddenly, just because of a scholar's gaffe or joke, the whole villa was empty, and it became a barren ruin or grave, and it turned out that this family was all ghosts!

Fortunately, the maids of the Queen Mother of the West are not ghosts, but androids.

Qin Beiyang put away the Tang knife and staggered out of the palace, but he was confronted by the ghost mask and Meng Po.

They said in unison, "Congratulations!" Beiyang, you have broken through the last magic barrier! ”

"Barriers?" Qin Beiyang looked up to the sky and sighed, "You almost killed me!" ”

In fact, he was glad that he had saved his child.

"Hahaha...... There are very few schoolchildren who can pass this exam! Come on, the big guys are celebrating you. ”

The ghost mask pulled Qin Beiyang and returned to the deep pool of the Great Uncle's Sea, under the smoky sky.

The twelve children were dressed in bright clothes, and according to the ancient texts, they looked like the doctor's uniforms of the university. Everyone presented flowers to Qin Beiyang and sent a rhymed poem.

On behalf of the students, Zhongshan put out a guqin, burned incense and played the ancient song "Yangguan Three Stacks", and the children's chorus sang Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi" "Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored." Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. ”

Qin Beiyang couldn't help but feel flattered, the friendship between classmates in just dozens of days was all at this moment!

However, the musical instruments and rhythms they learned were probably also for the need to restrain the tomb beasts in the "Underground Palace Road".

The farewell had just begun, and Marcos played classical guitar, Francisco Terega's "Memories of the Alhambra," while singing a ballad in Spanish, since the Philippines was a former Spanish colony.

And Zhaolong played the Siamese xylophone to accompany him. Qin Beiyang thought to himself that if this group of children successfully learned the "Underground Palace Dao", they would definitely be able to form a band that combined East and West.

Next, it was Yoshiko's turn to say goodbye, she didn't use musical instruments, but sang a song for Qin Beiyang-

"Vast sorrow, vast calamity. At the end of the tanka, the bright moon is missing. Lush and beautiful city, there is blue blood. The blue is sometimes exhausted, the blood is sometimes extinguished, and a wisp of smoke is not broken. It was Jephiah, turned into a butterfly. ”

With the singing of a twelve-year-old girl, countless butterflies flew on the top of the mountain where flowers bloomed in spring, all in pairs, lingering. They are not nostalgic for the fragrance of flowers, but fly around Qin Beiyang, as if he is full of strange fragrances.

In the end, the butterflies plunged into the cold sea of the uncle, I don't know if they will die together, or will they be reborn as butterflies? And this unknown song stayed in Qin Beiyang's heart and lingered for a long time......

Infected by the schoolchildren, the ghost mask performed light skills, swept over the water surface of the uncle's sea like a mirror, tore his throat, and sang a song in two Han rhymes-

There are tall buildings in the northwest, and the clouds are on the same level.

The sparse knot Qi window, a pavilion triple order.

There is a string singing, and the sound is sad.

Who can make a song for this, there is no wife.

The Qing merchants are with the wind, and the middle song is wandering.

Sigh again and again, generosity and sorrow.

does not hesitate to suffer the singer, but the wounded acquaintance is scarce.

I am willing to fly high for the double birds.

This is not "There are tall buildings in the northwest" in "Nineteen Ancient Poems"?

Listening to the singing of Yi Ya Ya, if you close your eyes, you will mistakenly think that it is a beautiful boy in front of you, but who knows that you are wearing a hideous ghost mask!

Qin Beiyang thought of one thing - Meng Po called the ghost mask "Lou'er", presumably his real name and surname are related to the sentence "There are high-rise buildings in the northwest".

In this ancient poem, the ghost mask was sung twice, and when the second time "There are tall buildings in the northwest, and the clouds are on the same page", Qin Beiyang looked back at the vast sea of clouds on the top of the high mountain.

Could it be that this is the northwest of China? Kunlun Mountain above the floating clouds?

After a song, Meng Po brought out a bowl of steaming soup, emitting a strong and choking smell, and put it in front of Qin Beiyang.

"This is Meng Po soup, right?"

"Drink it! Beiyang, you will forget everything in your previous life. ”

"But I don't want to forget?"

"You'll remember what you want to remember and forget what you want to forget."

The corners of Meng Po's mouth smiled, as if she was not an old lady in her eighties, but an eighteen-year-old girl.

With no other choice, Qin Beiyang picked up the bowl of soup, drank it all, almost scalded his throat, and swallowed it into his stomach.

It's hard to describe all the tastes!

"Remember, in this life, you will be accompanied by the ancient tomb!"

Meng Po said another sentence in his ear, and Qin Beiyang nodded suddenly: "This is my fate!" ”

Suddenly, he saw two more adults behind the twelve schoolchildren. First, a man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a centipede-like scar on the right side of his face; Then there was an old man in his fifties and sixties, with a thick black beard on his lips.

Nine years ago, it was these two faces in the Tianjin German Concession that killed Qin Beiyang's adoptive parents.

Qin Beiyang vowed to kill them with his own hands for revenge.

Scarface introduced himself: "My name is Ah Hai. ”

"My name is Dad, congratulations on your graduation!"

The old assassin pulled out a dagger from his bosom, with a snow-white ivory handle inlaid with a luodian pattern of "comet hitting the moon". He held the tip of the knife in his backhand and sent the handle to Qin Beiyang's hand.

As a result, the moment of the handle of the ivory knife, the jade pendant on Qin Beiyang's chest was hot, and the blood veins all over his body were swelling, and he stabbed at the chest of the assassin "Daddy".

This blow, which is as fast as the wind, is similar to the "comet hitting the moon", and it is about to pierce the old assassin. But the other party had already prepared, and retreated with light skill, avoiding Qin Beiyang's attack.

At the same time, Meng Po, Ah Hai, who was in the ghost mask, and Ah Hai, who had a scar on the right side of his face, and the assassin father, each besieged him with a sword in his hand.

Daddy didn't get angry, and lowered his voice: "We never wanted to kill you, please listen to my explanation......"

"Beiyang, run away!"

Yoshiko screamed. As soon as Qin Beiyang turned around, there was a cliff under his feet, and there was nowhere to escape.

Look at those four people again, all of them are top masters, even if they pull out the Tang Dao behind them, I'm afraid they won't be their opponents.

Above the vast heavenly kingdom, the breath of the gods was blowing in the wind, and Qin Beiyang closed his eyes: "It's better to be a broken jade than a complete tile!" ”

An eighteen-year-old boy tossed backwards, like a fish jumping into the sea to commit suicide, and a bird jumping off a cliff to commit suicide......

The sea of clouds rushed like a grassland and thousands of horses, firmly stepping on Qin Beiyang into the earth and falling from heaven to hell.