"Haunted?"

Jiang Ping was stunned when he heard the news coming out of the villagers.

"Yes, Childe, since this Qingyunmen was destroyed, the yin qi has been heavy, and many people say that they have seen ghost shadows on the mountain.

If people go up the mountain, they will often faint inexplicably, and I heard that those ghosts who died tragically are sucking people's essence and rejuvenating the yang.

I heard people say that if you faint once, you will lose three years of life. No one dares to go up the mountain anymore. ”

An honest-looking middle-aged woodcutter whispered.

Jiang Ping rode a silver-scaled horse, coupled with a good appearance, he was a big man at first glance, and he named him, and the woodcutter didn't dare not answer.

"Oh, but I see you just came down from the mountain, aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Ping asked.

The woodcutter smiled bitterly: "Childe said that I am not afraid, but the ghost on this mountain is also a good ghost, and I have never heard of anyone hurting anyone's life."

But everyone is afraid, and no one dares to climb this mountain.

My son is about to marry his daughter-in-law, and I want to go up the mountain to chop more firewood without having to fight with others.

Besides, I don't go deep, it's just halfway up the mountain, and it's okay to be careful. In case you are caught by a ghost, you will faint once and lose three years of life.

I can still afford it, so I can't let my son delay. ”

Jiang Ping was silent for a while.

"I see, thank you Uncle for your advice. ”

As he spoke, he took out a silver leaf from his bosom and handed it to the woodcutter.

"Don't you dare to ask for it, Childe take it back, I just said a few words. ”

The woodcutter was about to excuse himself, but he saw a flower in front of him, and the silver leaves fell into his arms.

The boy had already turned over and got on his horse, and was gone, leaving only a faint laugh:

"Take the money and give your son a daughter-in-law, the mountain is haunted, it is better to come less. ”

......

The former site of Qingyunmen.

Of the two welcoming pines at the door, one was bare by the fire and only its branches remained, and only a little green grew at the top.

The other tree had broken and fell to the ground, withered and turned yellow, and two new shoots had been drawn from the fracture, swinging in the wind.

Jiang Ping tied the horse to the broken log.

A little further in, it was the practice ground of the Qingyunmen disciples, and the originally smooth and neat bluestone square had also become pitted, with gravel and dead leaves gathering into piles one after another, and only a little blood stains that had turned dark were still telling people what had happened here.

The black remnants of wood that can be seen everywhere, the dilapidated house with the roof covered open, in just half a year, Qingyunmen seems to have spent most of its life, and this life is crippled.

Whew!

A cool breeze suddenly blew on the back of the neck, as if someone was blowing behind it.

The sky is also a lot more gloomy, which makes people's hearts faintly hairy.

Sa!

Jiang Ping's figure suddenly disappeared.

A young man who was approaching lightly with a wooden stick was stunned, feeling that he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

How can a good person suddenly disappear.

Whew!!

The gust of wind sounded in his ears, and his back began to chill, and cold sweat broke out.

Damn, I've been pretending to be a ghost for so long, is it really hell?

Then he heard a chuckle above him:

"Ghosts are scary, not unusual, people are scary of ghosts, that's rare, you say, right?"

The young man followed the sound and looked up, and saw a man hanging upside down, looking at him with a smiling face.

"Ahh

The young man screamed, the wooden stick in his hand was thrown away in fright, his feet were weak, his eyes rolled, and he simply fainted decisively.

"Damn, so intimidating. ”

Jiang Ping fell lightly, and kicked the young man lightly speechlessly, and found that he was lying on his stomach softly, and he really fainted.

"The guts of pretending to be a ghost are so small, what's the matter, little brother?"

"Stop!"

However, the screams of the youth also attracted the attention of others.

I saw a young man in black civilian clothes with a sheathed sword in his hand jumping out of the ruins, trying to stop Jiang Xian's murder.

"People from Qingyunmen?"

Jiang Ping tilted his head and asked.

The young man's eyes froze, and a murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

Jiang Ping suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and pointed to the young man and said:

"I remember you, you are the third disciple of Elder Cheng, what is that called...... What's Cheng Feng, right?"

"Don't look at me like that, my own people, everyone is their own people, I am now publicizing that they are all descendants of Qingyunmen, and I can be regarded as making up a procedure for coming over this time."

Elder Cheng should be on the mountain, take me to meet him. ”

Jiang Ping said with a smile.

The young man was still hesitating, but he found that Jiang Ping was already close to him, and put one hand on his shoulder, like a mountain, firmly pressing him, let alone drawing a sword, even if he couldn't use half a point of his hands and feet.

"I don't mean anything malicious, now can we talk about it. ”

"Who the hell are you?!"

The young man named Cheng Feng finally became scared.

The strength of the young man beside him was so strong that he didn't even see the shadow clearly, and he was restrained.

Even his master had never put such a strong pressure on him.

If this kind of strength wants to kill him, wouldn't it be useless?

"Oh, they all say it's their own people, don't be afraid, I'm here to find someone, Elder Cheng knows no, it's your master."

Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Jiang Ping, of course, you may be familiar with my other name, Chen Mu, everyone used to call me Chef Chen. ”

Jiang Ping felt that it was quite cool to bully children occasionally.

Think about him, Grandmaster Ping, how humble he was in a bunch of bigwigs before, and he felt like he was being shot to death at any time.

can be put in such a small place, that is to become a hero in minutes.

"Chen Mu, Jiang Ping, two dogs!"

Cheng Feng gave three names in a row and exclaimed:

"You're really back!"

Jiang Ping's face darkened: "I said that I deliberately didn't mention the name of the second dog, why do you only remember my trumpet?"

"Are you really a second dog?"

Jiang Ping's face darkened again: "You call the second dog again, believe it or not, I'll kill you in minutes now?"

Cheng Feng smiled awkwardly, and finally felt less afraid in his heart:

"Isn't this that I'm used to listening to Master's chatter before, I haven't changed it for a while, you are finally back, and our mission can finally be completed. ”