The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the armor light opened to the sun.

Yindu was originally just a small town with no more than 100 people, and the gloomy atmosphere spreading everywhere made the population here more and more sparse.

About a hundred years ago, the yin and evil atmosphere here suddenly disappeared, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, the rare medicinal herbs in the mountains, and the furs are all treasured by the rich and noble families outside the town.

Now that there is no more headache, more and more people are discovering the preciousness of Yindu, and the town has gradually prospered.

At this time, the tall gate of the town stood majestically, like the entrance of a small city. There are two disciples of the Ghost Sect standing next to the red city gate, Yin Du has always been guarded by the Ghost Sect, and most of the young people in the town are proud to be able to worship the Ghost Sect.

At this time, a young Taoist, a tall figure, slightly bent over, a Taoist robe that had already been washed white, and the cloth shoes under his feet were spotless, although they were tattered.

The Taoist whisked the dust with his left hand, held the wine gourd with his right hand, and drank by himself.

Occasionally, curious passers-by come forward to listen, or some words praising wealth and auspiciousness, or lamenting the impermanence of the world, or lamenting that they are sick and waiting for medical treatment. It seems that the sloppy Taoist in front of him is a lord who looks at his life, and the passerby is just a young Taoist liar, but there is no one to stop him in front of the mountain.

The young Taoist came to the city gate of Yindu, raised his head and drank a sip of wine, held the stone lion at the city gate with one hand, shook his head and sighed.

All the prosperity in the world grows in the dark land that is difficult to show, and all the prosperity in the world seems to be fleeting and difficult to last.

The great battle a thousand years ago was already full of blood just by hearing about it, how happy and vengeful; a thousand years have passed, and I don't know what kind of person this sect master of the Yindu Ghost Sect is now.

Just looking at the place where the wind and clouds can converge in this Yin Capital, it is unlikely that it is the master of an ordinary sect, and the worst is a hundred times more powerful than the waste sect master.

Thinking so, the young Taoist turned around and patted the already clean Taoist robe on his body, shook his head and sighed: "The world is bitter, the world is tired, and only the drinker is the most free." The most comfortable, a drunk life to relieve a thousand sorrows. ”

Soon after the young Taoist entered the city, he was greeted by a kind-looking little monk. The little monk has a delicate face, round eyes, a high nose, eyebrows like a lying silkworm, and ruddy lips, and keeps chanting Buddhist scriptures. Dressed in yellow clothes, with a slender figure, and a thick white cloth wrapped around his legs, he may have been walking for a long time, and the leg cloth on his legs has long been wrapped in a faint mud and sand, and is tinged with yellow.

The little monk carried the basket on his back, and the Buddhist beads in his hand kept circulating in his hand. also looked up at the city gate, but thought in his heart that although he arrived in Yindu, perhaps the disaster of the people in the city was a little closer.

The little monk silently recited Amitabha, and entered the town without stopping and carrying a basket on his back.

Although the town is prosperous, there are many merchants who come and go every year to buy herbs and furs from the mountains, but there are not as many customers as there are today. The few inns with a small number of inns were already full, and unlike the merchants in the past, there were more cultivators who were rarely seen in ordinary times.

An extremely ordinary inn, or rather a dilapidated inn, was equally overcrowded. Two men with swords on their backs sat at the window, facing the window, talking about what had happened recently.

"I heard that this Yin will have a treasure in the world, and now many sects have already ascended to the ghost sect. A man as thin as a monkey said as a light flush on his swarthy face as he drank a glass of spirits.

"I've heard for a long time, I was outside the city gate this morning, guess who I saw?" said another stout man, smacking his lips slightly as he looked at the man opposite.

"Who? Could it be some hidden family figure?" asked the skinny monkey-like man curiously.

"The ascetic monk Wu Zen, known as the living King Kong, is the first Zen monk of the Hanging Bitter Temple in Daxi Prefecture. It is said that he has been working hard for thousands of miles so far, and when he came to our Dongzhou, he never imagined that he would come to this Yindu. The stout man said with a smug face, not forgetting to pick up the wine glass and pour it down.

"I also saw it, I also saw the young owner of the Sword Casting Villa, dressed in a white robe and an emerald jade sword, he was really chic and free, but his face was paler. The skinny monkey-like man spoke up again.

"Alas, there are so many powerful characters, and I don't know what kind of treasure it is. The stout man sighed slightly, his expression dejected.

"It should be an extremely powerful baby, even the Confucian is here, but I haven't heard of it much, it seems to be called Wen Ting, a scholar of the sea and mountains, the name is too long but I haven't heard of it, and the name is even more literary, not to mention any momentum, I don't think it will be a powerful character. The thin monkey man seemed to want to arouse the fighting spirit of the rough man, and said lightly.

"That's because you are lonely and unheard, that Confucian Haoran Sect is a great place, not worse than this Yin Du, and even a few points stronger. It is said that this Wen Ting is one of the top ten Confucian scholars in the Haoran Sect, and he once single-handedly subdued the top fifty powerful people on the Great Qin Most Wanted List. The rough man said in a colorful voice.

"With so many powerful people coming in, isn't there anyone from the Ghost Sect who came to entertain them?" The thin monkey man glanced around, but didn't find the Ghost Sect disciple and asked lightly.

"Where do you need to entertain, it is said that this Yin Capital is an ancient formation, used to suppress some extremely vicious people, and you didn't find that as soon as these powerful people entered the city, there were disciples of the Ghost Sect who came to invite the sect. The rough man explained.

"This Yindu Ghost Sect is also unlucky, and I don't know who leaked the news, the treasure in his backyard is afraid that it will fall into the hands of others. And I also heard that the four elders of the Ghost Sect have already betrayed the sect and taken away the treasure of the Zhen Sect, the Zhen Ghost Sword, I don't know if it's true or not?"

Although there are many opinions on this matter, it is a real thing. The four elders are said to have loved to visit mountains and rivers all their lives, and rarely stay in the sect, and it is normal for them to rebel. It's a pity that the ghost sword is in the hands of a traitor. As for who this treasure is, it's hard to say, the current sect leader of the Yindu Ghost Sect, Yin Yuanqian, is not an ordinary person, it is said that he was also a powerful figure when he was young, and he has not made a move for a hundred years, combined with the Yindu Great Array, I am afraid that the number of victories and defeats is still difficult to say. The rough man drank the wine in his hand, his drunkenness rose slightly, and he looked at the thin monkey man opposite and said.

Right next to the two of them, the old man in gray clothes drank the liquor in his hand by himself, listening to the words of the two, his face was light and light. Or the liquor was too strong, and the man coughed violently after drinking.

As if he didn't want to drink the shoddy liquor, or he couldn't drink enough, the old man in gray got up slowly, lifted the dull copper sword beside him, and staggered towards the backyard of the inn.

A junior hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to resist the drunken old man in front of him, but with a seemingly chaotic pace, the younger one was actually chasing a lot of drunk old men.

The drunken old man shook his body and finally came to the backyard, and four figures suddenly flashed out of the originally quiet backyard, dressed in the long robes of the disciples of the Ghost Sect, and the sword light was dignified, staring at the drunk old man in front of him.

The drunken old man didn't care, he casually threw out a black bronze plaque and shouted at the four figures: "Go back and tell Yin Yuanqian that the fourth elder is back and is waiting for him here." ”

The four figures disappeared in an instant, and the three of them were still staring at the drunken old man in front of them.

The drunken old man didn't care, still shaking his body, and soon came to a guest room, pushed the door in, threw the bronze sword in his hand aside, and lay groggily on the bed.

Soon an old man in a silver robe walked into the dilapidated inn. The shopkeeper of the inn personally led the silver-robed old man to the backyard, and soon came to the drunken gray-clothed old man's room.

The snoring of the sleeping drunken old man sounded, and when the silver-robed old man pushed the door into the room, he opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

"Senior brother is a good actor. ”

The drunken old man in front of him was the four elders of the Yindu Ghost Sect, and he was also the four elders of the Sword Stealing and Traitor Sect.

The silver-robed old man was the sect master of the Yindu Ghost Sect, a powerful figure back then.

"Isn't it okay for junior brother to get the sword he likes, get out of the sect that seems to be a pool of stagnant water, and enjoy the beauty of the mountains and rivers?" said the silver-robed old man lightly.

Such a beautiful thing, no worries, happy enmity, chic and free, is really the most beautiful thing in the world.

It's just that where there is such a beautiful thing, if the sect is destroyed, no matter how good the sword is, no matter how beautiful the rivers and mountains are, it can't withstand the warmth of home after all.

The gray-clothed old man shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that the third senior brother is also kept in the dark by the sect master, but does the sect master really think it's worth it?"

"I'm already old, the sect is also old, it's always a thousand-year-old tree, and there is a day when it falls, if I can win a piece of sunshine for the little sapling under the tree when it falls, what's not worth it?" said the silver-robed old man lightly.

The gray-clothed old man picked up the simple bronze sword from his side, stroked it gently, and said in a low voice: "Is the ancestral foundation just gone? There really is no other way. ”

"If so, it's your business. I gave Xiao Yu'er an old-fashioned name, called Yinxu. The silver-robed man looked out the window and said with a slight expression.

"Are the ruins of Yindu, do you want that kid to remember to revive the Yindu Ghost Sect?" said the gray-clothed old man lightly.

"Although I don't want him to grow up with a burden, I do hope that he can revive the name of the Ghost Sect. The silver-robed old man sighed helplessly.

When the old man in gray heard this, he wanted to say some comforting words, but the dull atmosphere pressed on the hearts of the two, and tears flowed before he spoke.

"What about the Soul Eaters?" the gray-clothed old man asked as if he remembered something.

"The Soul Eater Clan wants the remnants of the suppressed souls in the sect, and I promised them that in exchange, they would return the Soul Suppression Tablet. I gave the soul stele to Xiao Yu'er, and they got along very well. The silver-robed old man said lightly.

The old man in gray nodded slightly, raised his head again and asked, "Can I still trust you?"

"You leave early with the Ghost Suppression Sword, and promise me to live well, for the sake of the Yindu Ghost Sect, for the sake of Xiaoyuer. ”

The silver-robed old man turned to look at the gray-robed old man and said solemnly, a wisp of white light wrapped around his fingertips.

Seeing the white light on the fingertips of the silver-robed old man, the gray-robed old man's face turned pale, coughed up a mouthful of blood again, and exhaled softly: "Soul refining technique." ”

The white light on the fingertips of the silver-robed old man disappeared, nodded slightly, and reached out to hand over a cyan pill.

"This is the Soul Pill, you can take it. ”

After saying that, he put the pill on the table, and the silver-robed old man turned around and walked out of the room.

The gray-clothed old man picked up the cyan pill on the table, his face was sad, and two lines of clear water flowed from a pair of cloudy eyes. As soon as the gray-clothed old man took it down, the blood in his mouth and the tears in his eyes were mixed with cyan pills.

The gray-clothed old man looked at the mountain gate of the Yindu Ghost Sect in the distance, and muttered: "Where does the way of heaven exist, the little uncle from a thousand years ago, the senior brother after a thousand years, the thief God." ”

After muttering, the old man in gray desperately poured strong wine into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach with tears. Soon the old man fell asleep with the bronze sword in his arms, and there were still two lines of clear water on his face.