The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in a lonely city. A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying.

The three elders of the Ghost Sect who returned to the lake, looked at the crowds of people around them, and their tears fell, and they sighed that the wall was pushed by everyone, and the trees were fallen and the macaques were scattered.

The old man in a silver robe in the air had an indifferent face, still staring at the Soul Suppression Monument in front of him obsessively.

The sky was dark, and the moon seemed to hide timidly behind the clouds, revealing only a faint light. The town below the mountain suddenly became lively with dazzling runes in the sky.

In the inn of the town, the lights are brilliant, as if it were daytime. The inn was full of people for a while, and it was very lively. Wearing a thick armor coat and carrying a variety of weapons in his hands, his expression was excited, and he kept walking towards the ghost sect.

In the corner of the inn, there was an old man in a gray robe, the old man was holding a bronze sword in his arms, drinking wine as if no one was around, and there were six or seven empty wine jugs on the table.

The old man drank a glass of wine again, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his abdomen, constantly burning his internal organs, and the stomach containing the wine had already melted into the flames and lost consciousness.

Just looking at the wine glass in his hand, the old man in gray frowned slightly, thinking that he would get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, but he was drunk and drunk, and he didn't see the shadow of drunkenness, but his mind became clearer and clearer, and he actually remembered the lively scene on the young man's mountain.

It was a verdant mountain, the water was as warm as jade, and the people at that time were chic and graceful.

It's just that the landscape is still the same, and the chic people of the year are gone. A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan.

Only one drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows.

The old man in gray staggered to his feet, came to the counter, picked up a jar of wine and returned to his seat tremblingly, and drank it again. In today's town, people are panicking, and the owner of the inn has long since left.

The timid people in the town have already dragged their families and drove the carriage towards the outside of the town, and the high-roller rangers in the inns around have already packed up and hurried up the mountain to visit the ghost sect.

At the door of the inn stood an old man dressed in light yellow, tall, full of silver hair, with a kind face, wrinkled and horizontal, and a look of traces of time.

The old man was holding a girl in his left hand, and he was holding a long long cigarette stick in his right hand, the flame on the cigarette stick was flickering and dimming, and the old man's mouth was swallowing clouds and spitting mist, so unhappy.

The girl held by the old man in his left hand had two ponytails on her head, and her light green clothes were carved with red, yellow, purple and blue flowers. It's just that compared to the girl's red lips and bright eyes, the bright light is much dimmer.

The old man took the child to the inn and sat down by the window. The girl flew like she ran all over the inn, but she didn't find any trace of the shopkeeper and Xiao Er, and returned to the old man and sat down with a sloppy expression.

The old man took a soft puff of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, stroked the girl's hair with his left hand, and looked out the window with a smile on his face.

As if she had thought of something, the girl ran quickly to the inn kitchen again, and soon returned to the old man with a plate of rich wine and meat, smiling.

The girl ate happily, looked at her grandfather looking out the window, and asked softly, "Grandpa, are we going to the ghost sect too?" I heard that there are treasures there in the world, although I really want to go and see it, but is there a ghost in the ghost sect? ”

When the old man heard this, he withdrew the woodpipe, looked at the girl in front of him dotingly, and asked in a low voice, "If you go there, is Xiangqin afraid?"

The girl looked out, thought about it seriously, and said softly, "I'm afraid, but I really want to go and see it, and many people have gone." ”

Hearing this, the old man smiled and found that the corners of the girl's mouth were slightly upturned, which meant that the girl was about to get angry.

The old man turned his head again to look at the bright runes in the sky, and comforted softly: "I don't have to go, it depends on the situation." And what are ghosts to be afraid of, some people are more terrible than ghosts. ”

The girl chewed the meat in her mouth gently, perhaps too greasy, but she grabbed the wine jug on the table and drank it twice, and two red clouds gradually rose on her pink face, and she was slightly drunk.

The girl looked at the old man and asked curiously: "I have heard that some of the ghosts in the book have beautiful faces, pretty smiles, and bright eyes, just like fairies in the sky, and the show girls in the book are very beautiful, and some have hideous faces, gloomy and cold, sharp teeth, like wild beasts in the mountains, and are extremely terrifying." It's just that I haven't seen what the ghost looks like. ”

Yes, the ghosts in the world's mouth are all kinds of strange things, good or evil, but they always have the appearance of seeing, but although the evil people in the world are also strange and have different appearances, they do not necessarily let you see the evil deeds.

The old man shook his head slightly and sighed, gently picked up the flask, and took a sip to his mouth.

The old man in gray in the corner of the inn laughed when he heard the girl's description, but after laughing, he whimpered and cried.

The girl looked nervous, grasping a chicken leg firmly in one hand and the old man's shirt in the other, staring closely at the man in the dark.

The old man looked displeased and frowned slightly. "Drink if you want to drink, go to bed when you get drunk, and howl there." ”

The gray-clothed old man in the dark walked out slowly, the huge bronze sword was still in his arms, but there was an extra wine jar in his hand, and he swayed to the old man's table.

Sitting casually in front of the old man, the old man in gray looked at the nervous girl and smiled slightly: "Do you want to see ghosts? I'll take you to the mountains to see how about I? I was much bolder than you when I was a child." ”

The girl looked at the old man sitting in front of her and was full of alcohol, her brows furrowed slightly, and she said with disgust: "Whoever wants to go up the mountain with you will also go with my grandfather." Look at the appearance of you and going up the mountain to drink, I'm afraid that the wine will make people brave, and your courage is smaller than mine. ”

"Wine is a guts? yes, I'm a coward. ”

The old man in gray suddenly cried again, muttering, and at the same time kept pouring wine into his mouth, but the bronze sword in his arms trembled slightly, as if he had seen an old friend.

The old man took off the big cigarette stick slightly, looked at the copper sword helplessly, shook his head lightly and sighed: "Sure enough, it is a life that cannot be avoided, it seems that I have to go up the mountain, but there was a demon saint lord back then, who dared to risk the world and save the people, and now who can save the people on the mountain?"

The girl looked at the old man curiously, and found that the old man's eyes were slightly moist, and the child muttered that his grandfather would not cry, and took out a piece of tulle from his pocket and wiped the tears on the old man's face.

The old man looked at the girl in front of him and said slightly, "Xiangqin, if grandpa is gone, how about sending you a rhubarb elk?"

The girl was slightly surprised, hesitated, and whispered, "Can you not go grandpa, and give me the elk too?"

The old man nodded slightly, got up slowly, and took the girl's hand again with his left hand.

The old man walked towards the outside of the inn, and when he passed by the drunk old man in gray, the old man said lightly: "I have lived for such an age, but I have never worked hard for the things I cherish, and I should really buy drunk to comfort myself." It's just that in the future, don't mention the Yindu Ghost Sect, let alone mention the names of the four elders of the Ghost Sect. ”

After speaking, the old man led the girl in the direction of the ghost sect, the crowd surged, but the old man and the girl walked smoothly, from time to time someone collided, but it seemed to hit an invisible wall, and the old man and child seemed to not know, and moved forward steadily.

The gray-clothed old man in the inn suddenly woke up, looked at the bronze sword in his hand, and muttered slightly: "Where is the death of the family, the world is a duckweed." ”

After speaking, the gray-clothed old man was surrounded by vitality, the bronze sword in his arms trembled violently, and finally returned to calm, the gray-clothed old man looked at the ghost sect and climbed towards the mountain.

The old man who was leading the children in the crowd smiled again, and said lightly: "There are still people in the house, but the house has collapsed, and it will be better to build it again." ”

The clouds were thick, and the moon was already completely hidden in the clouds.

The black light under the Soul Suppression Monument became more and more intense, but with the sound of the mountain, the intense black light turned into a colorful magical light.

In the light, a vague figure appeared, looking at the silver-robed man and said lightly: "Since it is a heavy treasure descending into the world, this appearance is indispensable, if you can't get used to it, it's best to close your eyes now, otherwise the greed of human nature will make you regret having eyes." ”

The three elders of the Ghost Sect next to the stone tablet were furious when they heard this, and when they opened their hands, a cyan light hit the figure.

The blue light passed through the figure and landed on the open ground, and a thunderclap sounded.

"The three elders don't have to be anxious, after the deity comes out in a while, they will definitely swallow you first, hahaha. ”

The looming figure said gloomily, with a smug smile on his face.

The silver-robed old man shook his head slightly, glanced at the three elders of the Ghost Sect, and said lightly: "Why didn't you choose to leave the sect? Is there anything more important than being alive? If I directly ask you to leave, will you leave the sect?"

The three elders in gray clothes were slightly distracted, remembering the words they heard in front of the window, their eyes were slightly moist, and they just turned around slightly and said: "My ghost sect is a thousand-year-old sect, how can you have less courage? ”

The Zongmen Mansion is falling, where do you need some facades, the silver-robed old man shook his head slightly.

The colorful light fluctuated violently, and the light became brighter and brighter, and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

Everything is the appearance of the treasure about to appear, and the heroic ranger under the mountain instantly quickened his pace, and it didn't take long to come to the lake.

The silver-robed old man sighed slightly, and there was an extra jade-colored key in his hand, and strange runes were engraved on the key, and the runes surrounded a mountain city.

The jade-colored key slowly disappeared, as if a quicksand was flowing down, and the gathering and scattering were really like quicksand?

The people of Yindu and the disciples of the Ghost Sect only felt that their bodies were much lighter, and as soon as their eyes were dark, they fainted. Soon the sleepy body slowly disappeared, and there was a small hill a hundred miles away from Yindu, and a hurricane suddenly blew on the small hillside, and after the hurricane, countless sleeping figures were left behind.

Looking at the colorful light getting brighter and brighter, the heroic rangers around him were greedy in their eyes, and they were as anxious as monkeys on fire.

Suddenly, a quaint jade box flew out of the colorful light, and a strong quaint atmosphere came from the surface.

The silver-robed man in the air sighed slightly, and flew forward helplessly.

In an instant, the surroundings were like boiling water pots, and the crowd of onlookers rushed forward in an instant, and various weapons kept slamming at the jade box in front of them.

The figure of the jade box just stayed in front of the Soul Suppression Monument, and the Soul Suppression Monument continued to glow with cyan light to resist the flying weapons, but the cyan light flickered and finally shattered, revealing a faint crack in the Soul Suppression Monument.

The silver-robed old man opened his hand slightly, and the Soul Suppression Monument disappeared without a trace.

The three gray-clothed elders under him looked at the people who seemed to be crazy, and said with dull eyes: "This is the person we have guarded for generations?

The sloppy young Taoist on the side shook his head slightly, and muttered: "The merit is in the hearts of the people, why bother to suffer yourself." ”

The man with the emerald green sword on his back shook his head slightly, and said with emotion: "If you really only have yourself, you will either break away from this world, or you will be crazy about this world." Who can really get away with it?"

The young sloppy Taoist's eyes lit up slightly, nodded slightly, and said no more.