Coming to the edge of the cliff, the Yellow Mountain probe looks, the cliff goes down vertically, there are dozens of zhang, a stream of water is faintly seen under the cliff but the sound of water can not be heard. There is a very wide valley next to the stream, and the mist in the valley is deep and bottomless. Huangshan turned around and saw that the villagers were watching from afar.

The villagers knew that he was going down the cliff, and they all wanted to see how this young man got off the cliff, after all, this was the forbidden place of the cliff village.

The villagers all took out their own ropes, connected them together, tied to the trees on the edge of the cliff, and Huangshan climbed up, and suddenly jumped down. The villagers all exclaimed: It is really a master of art who is bold, and he sees nothing on the cliff at a young age. But then someone kept shaking their heads, but it was a pity for such a handsome young man.

After climbing carefully for half an hour, he gradually came to the bottom of the cliff, and Huangshan began to regret a little: climbing down the cliff was far from being as easy as imagined.

The closer to the bottom of the cliff, the more humid the surrounding air is, and the temperature is gradually rising, Huangshan is very surprised, according to common sense, the deeper the valley air is more humid and cold. But this was not the case at all in the cliff valley, but the temperature gradually rose, and after a while, beads of sweat began to ooze from Huangshan's forehead.

Finally, I heard the sound of the stream, which was wide and deep, and the water was turbulent but quiet. When there was still a foot or two away from the ground, the rope also came to an end. Jumping down, Huangshan saw a cave on the side of the cliff, deep and did not know where to lead.

Huang Shan didn't care about the things in the cave, jumped up to the opposite side of the stream, facing the silent silence of the unknown deep valley, Huang Shan was a little frightened, should he go in? Since he promised the villagers, then try his best to do it, Huang Shan laughed at himself lightly, and did not hesitate to step in.

It was only a dozen steps into it, the terrain was steeply downward, and the light was getting weaker and weaker, and when I looked back, the road had already been submerged by waist-high thorns and tall trees that did not cover the top.

Lighting the torch, Huangshan found that the more you go into the valley, the steeper the terrain becomes. As a last resort, he had to light a torch, but then he found that the valley was warm and humid, but there were few creatures.

The closer we got to the bottom, the ground became more and more empty, and there was not even a single weed, only fluffy leaves. As soon as you step on it, a footprint appears, and a burst of stinking sewage accumulated in the leaves flows out of the surface of your foot, and when you lift your foot, it returns to its original state soon after.

"In such an environment, how can there be people?" Huang Shan muttered while preparing to return, but when he turned back, he had long since lost his trace, and at the bottom of this dark valley, it was difficult to even distinguish the direction.

Just when Huang Shan was muttering in his heart, about to find a way to go back, a sharp laugh in the dense forest pierced the dreary environment. The laughter is erratic, it seems to be far away and it seems to be very close, the laughter is desolate, lonely, lonely, sad, painful, mixed with, all of a sudden Huangshan scalp numb, and he can't stop taking a few steps back, until his back against a big tree to stabilize his body.

Is it a human, is it a ghost? It's a little the same as last night's scream, but it's a little different. Huangshan began to regret a little, regretting that he shouldn't have come down so hastily, and now it is a dilemma.

There was a sound of rustling leaves, and the valley was covered by the uncle at all, and there was no wind at all, where did the rustling sound come from? Huang Shan frowned, at this time he definitely didn't know that his face was extremely ugly, he only knew that his heart was pounding and beating.

Leaning against a big tree, Huang Shan held a torch in his left hand, drew his sword in his right hand, and gasped for breath, he didn't care about the smell of rotting leaves in the air now, and horror was the only theme.

Holding the torch high, with the help of the firelight and the reflection of the sword under the torch, Huang Shan gradually saw the distance of more than a zhang around him. There is nothing here except the trees that are rotting leaves. At this time, the laughter suddenly stopped, and the whole valley was filled with deathly silence, and only the sound of Bibi peeling the torch told him about the existence of this valley.

Huang Shan calmed down a little, and began to think about withdrawing from the bottom of the valley first, but he was in a panic just now, and now he didn't know where to go was the way out. Huangshan was a little decadent, and he couldn't help but sit down, thinking that this time he had to die here, and he still had a lot of things to do, and he couldn't die here.

Faith is a kind of power, it is the power that can give people a strong desire to survive, Huangshan mouth while chanting the righteous qi trick, while slowly finding a way.

This is laughter again, and compared to just now, the laughter is mixed with sarcasm. Huang Shan suddenly felt creepy, the hairs on his body stood up, and the blood and qi in his body began to surge. To make matters worse, the tung oil on the torches was about to burn out, and the flames gradually faded.

There seemed to be a figure floating behind him, blowing the only little bit of fire flickering with a snort, as if it was about to be extinguished. Huang Shan turned around suddenly, but there was nothing.

Huang Shan's heart was horizontal, and he waved his sword and shouted: "Are you a human or a ghost, don't scare Lao Tzu here, you have the ability to come out, see if Lao Tzu can split you in half with a sword." ”

There is a custom in the countryside that if you accidentally encounter a ghost, as long as you are righteous enough, ruthless enough, loud enough and vulgar enough, the ghost generally does not dare to get close. In such an environment, Huang Shan suddenly thought of this, and couldn't help but start to use foul words in his mouth.

"I am a ghost, not a man, I am a man-eating ghost, a ghost who has called the heavens and the earth to be spiritual. I'm the master here, and everyone who trespasses in the Valley of Ghosts will die, and they all have to stay here with me, don't you know?"

The laughter finally stopped, but the ensuing words made Huang Shan feel even more creepy. The man's voice was hoarse and deep, ethereal and ethereal, like a lonely ghost locked up in the Yama Temple.

This place is called the Ghost Valley, Huang Shan thought about it carefully, and did not remember where he had heard this name.

"What ghost valley, what kind of man-eating ghost, I see that you are just pretending to be a ghost here and murdering other people's lives. Today, the master is here, and he will definitely raze your ghost valley and beat you, a ghost pretend, to the point that you will never be able to live forever. ”

Huang Shan suddenly didn't care much, as long as his own righteousness was not leaked, he was not afraid of any evil demons. Therefore, Huangshan's words became more and more ruthless and vulgar.

At this time, the last trace of the torch was extinguished, Huang Shan was shocked, and hurriedly took a few steps back, leaning against a big tree to gradually stabilize his uneasy heart.

"Hahahaha, what a master, what a good one that I will never be able to live again. At such a bold moment, without torches, how could he be so restless?" the voice sounded again, and it seemed to have a taste of banter and sarcasm.

Huang Shan was about to ridicule back, when a gust of palm wind hit, and a snap hit Huang Shan's face, a hot pain, and half of his face was swollen instantly.

This slap was really hard, as fast as the wind, and Huang Shan didn't expect such a shot, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to. But fortunately, he can be sure that this is a human, not a ghost. Because when the slap hit him in the face, he could clearly feel the temperature of the person coming from the slap.

Huang Shan wiped his hot face, and couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, but in this dark environment, he had to concentrate his mind to prevent accidents.

Another gust of palm wind struck, this time Huang Shan heard it very accurately, and with a wave of the long sword, he slashed it in the direction where the palm wind came. The palm power was quickly withdrawn, and at the same time, the palm power on the other side came in a hurry. Huang Shan hurriedly withdrew his sword, shook his wrist, swept away with a sword, and hit all directions at night with one move, forcing his palm force back.

A sound came, with surprise in his voice, but more with a playful taste and said: "The response is good, no wonder you dare to call me master, but my skills are still shallow, I'm afraid you have to stay here with me." ”

Huang Shan's confidence gradually grew, and he hurriedly raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Yes, master, I won't accompany a person who pretends to be a ghost, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep master." What kind of ability is a sneak attack, fight with the master openly, and maybe you still have a chance if you win. ”

A shrill laugh was followed by a sigh: "How many years, I have long forgotten how many days and nights, finally someone came to accompany me, an ownerless lonely soul, do you think you can still go? A good pair of legs, if only these legs had grown on my body." ”

When Huang Shan heard this, he subconsciously put his legs together, although he spoke wildly, he could also clearly realize that the martial arts cultivation of this person in the Ghost Valley had probably already entered the realm.

Although he is far from being an opponent, once the arrogance of a young man is aroused, how can he easily let it go? Huang Shan made up his mind that even if he fought to the death in the valley, he could not lose the face of his master.

After a period of hard work, Huangshan has gradually adapted to the environment here, although it is dark and impermeable, but the people who learn martial arts, as long as the internal strength is sufficient and exquisite, even in the dark night can see things.

Huangshan hugged Yuan Shouyi, leaning against the big tree, the sword pointed ahead, waiting for the opponent's attack. It's a little ashamed that until now, I don't know what my opponent looks like, and I haven't even touched the corners of the opponent's clothes.

Another sharp gust of wind struck, hitting Huang Shan's left side directly, Huang Shan's instinctive side, although he avoided it, the attacking thing still cut his face. But this time, Huangshan also grabbed what was coming, and when he tried to see it, it turned out to be a dry leaf.

Huang Shan was shocked: if the leaves hurt people, the internal force must belong to the feminine faction, because once it is too strong, the leaves are easy to break. Dead leaves can only prove that the other party's internal force is far beyond the scope of their imagination, because the dead leaves are light and fluttering, and it is impossible to have such power without a strong internal force.

"Yes, yes, you can avoid it and catch it at a young age, no wonder you dare to call it a master. The voice sounded again, this time the voice was a lot more positive, I thought I had seen the martial arts of Huangshan, so I felt a little sympathetic.

But in an instant, the voice suddenly became extremely poignant, and he said in a frightening voice: "But it's useless, no matter who you are today, since you have broken into my ghost valley, you have to stay." ”

Then a wave of air rolled in, carrying withered leaves from the ground, and in this gloom, there was a sound like rolling thunder.

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In the past few days, I have read a fantasy work "The Road to the Mysterious Road", the author's writing is sharp, the story is fascinating, it is worth reading, and interested friends can go and see it.