Nanping City is haunted, you don't hear the owner of Jishitang in the south of the city, for several days, chickens fly and dogs jump, the treasures and silver of the family are stolen, overnight, all the medicinal materials are gone, according to legend, this bad conscience of the owner in order to make money, ignorant conscience, actually beat a sick woman with no money to death on the street, and now the sick woman has come back to take revenge. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know how many rituals I did before the ghost of the sick woman agreed to let the owner of the Jishitang scatter all his wealth, otherwise, his family would be ruined.

The proprietor of Jishitang secretly hid 10,000 taels of silver in the pigsty, thinking that the gods did not know the ghosts, who expected, the next day, he woke up, but found that he was lying in front of the grave of the sick woman on the mass grave, almost not frightened crazy, got a serious illness, and scattered all the family wealth to be considered cured.

Therefore, there are gods in this world, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you do it secretly, as the so-called people are doing, the sky is watching, don't deceive people and deceive people, black-hearted money, you can't make money, and you can't spend it if you earn it, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not come.

For several months, in the large and small teahouses and restaurants in Nanping City, this matter was discussed.

After Changsheng heard this, he poked the little monkey's forehead and smiled, and everyone finally set off for the Iron Sword Peak of Cangming Mountain.

As soon as he returned to Iron Sword Peak, a bad news came, Changsheng and Little Monkey's mentor drunkard, three years ago, died.

The ashes and relics of the drunkard were brought back by a loose cultivator named Li Xiangming. Li Xiangming said that when he traveled in the Kunlun Mountains, he found that someone was fighting, and when he chased over, he found the body of the drunkard, who the murderer was, he didn't know anything, the murderer did not take the things on the alcoholic, Li Xiangming cremated the body of the alcoholic maniac and sent it back to the Xuanjian Sect with his relics.

Li Xiangming did not stay on the Iron Sword Peak for a long time, he left that day, this time, there was no news of him, some people said, this Li Xiangming, is twenty years ago, with the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuanying Realm, he killed a loose cultivator Li Xiangming who became famous in the late stage of the Demon Sect Combined Realm with a single sword, and some people said that it was not, but it was just the same name and surname.

Afterwards, the Xuanjian Sect immediately sent someone to investigate this matter, but after three years, no clues were found.

Hearing this news, Changsheng was stunned for a long time, not believing that this was true, if it was said that on this Iron Sword Peak, who Changsheng was closest to, except for the little monkey, I am afraid it should be a drunkard, even Po Illusion, Su Wanru, and Su Wuxian couldn't catch up with his relationship with the drunkard.

How is this possible? Although the drunkard has not yet crossed the tribulation, his strength is not weak, even if he encounters a master of the tribulation, he can fight a fight, how can he die quietly?

The past is vivid, and the voice of the deceased is still there.

Sometimes the world is so unreal, like a dream, fate is more like a naughty boy, when people are discouraged and desperate, give a glimmer of bright hope, and when the spring breeze is proud, smash the head hard.

"Who is it? Who killed Master?" Changsheng shouted angrily in his heart.

Su Wuxian sighed, shook his head and left.

Han Yu'er said: "Immortality, mourning and change, if there is a place for my Xuanwu Sect, just words!"

......

At the foot of Cangming Mountain, under the green pine, above the bluestone, Changsheng sat there casually, one leg resting on the bluestone, one leg half-bent on the stone, holding the bluestone with his right hand, and the big gourd with his left hand raised the drunken maniac and poured it hard.

This is the place where the drunken maniac took Changsheng, Yuan Yiyi and the little monkey into Cangming Mountain, two or three hundred years have passed, the country is the same, and the smile is not there. Changsheng flipped the gourd, and the wine was sprinkled on the ground like a trickle, overflowing with countless aromas of wine.

Alcoholics will not waste wine so much, as long as it is wine, bit by bit, he cherishes it, how can people who love wine waste wine, the kind of pretending to drink half a bowl and sprinkle half a bowl of heroic behavior, can not be seen in the alcoholic maniac, he often says, wine is a godsend, can be poured slowly, but the tiger swallows, the only thing that can not be wasted is waste, spoiled food, and disappoint the will of God.

But now, the wine is here, but the people who love wine are no longer there, only this silk qiongjiu slowly seeps into the ground, I don't know if he has drunk it?

"It's no regret to be able to taste such a good wine, and it's no regret that the wine madness is underground!" Suddenly, Changsheng looked back, it turned out to be Shi Zhongxuan, and he didn't know when he had come behind Changsheng.

"Senior Shi!" Changsheng nodded at Shi Zhongxuan, which was regarded as a greeting, but at this time, he couldn't raise the slightest interest in greetings.

Shi Zhongxuan is not particular, he did it on the bluestone, grabbed the big red gourd, raised his neck and poured a sip, and said: "Good wine, good wine, I really don't hide it, I also have this mouthful, I also drank with the wine maniac at the beginning, and I was introduced as a confidant in the wine." ”

Changsheng shook his head and said, "I don't know how to drink, and I don't drink much, Senior Shi won't want to talk to me about wine!"

Shi Zhongxuan looked at this immortal in a daze, and sighed: "It seems that the death of the drunkard has indeed hit you a lot, and you don't even have perfunctory thoughts, okay, I'll just say it!"

"There's something to say!" Changsheng said nonchalantly.

"Do you know how the drunkard died?" Shi Zhongxuan asked.

The essence of Changsheng's eyes flashed out, and he asked rhetorically, "What do you mean by what the senior said?"

Shi Zhongxuan took another sip of wine, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "Ten years ago, I saw a drunkard ......."

As if thoughtful, Shi Zhongxuan refused to speak, Changsheng waited for a long time, frowned, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"I had something to say to him," Shi Zhongxuan glanced back at Changsheng, "something very important. ”

"What's that?" Changsheng asked.

Shi Zhongxuan said: "Changsheng, do you think that all the important things over the years have been more or less related to you?"

"I don't understand what you mean. "Immortal Dao.

"When I first saw you, I was still in the Demon Suppression Tower, you were cornered by the Golden Wolf Holy King, and that infatuated Emei female disciple rushed to save you, at that time, I just thought you were a strange and lucky boy. ”

Changsheng was silent, and Shi Zhongxuan continued: "I don't have much to say about the things in the Demon Suppression Tower, but I'm curious, what did you do in the Yellow Spring? Is it really as simple as taking out the flint and lighting the lamp?" Shi Zhongxuan stared at Changsheng and asked.

Changsheng closed his lips tightly, unwilling to answer.

"If you don't say it, if you don't say it, you must have the trouble of not saying it. This Demon Suppression Tower should be regarded as a major event that shakes the world, others don't know, but I know the role you play in it. Shi Zhongxuan continued, "Then it's time for Xuanzong to discuss the Dao, of course, Xuanzong's discourse is not a big deal, there is once in thirty years, but that time, there seems to be something different, many unusual things have happened, and now the elites of your Eight Great Immortal Sects are also the leaders who emerged at that time, including Xu Yuanzong, don't you think it's strange?"

"What's so strange about coincidence and chance," Changsheng replied.

"Yes, yes," Shi Zhongxuan said with a smile, "Your master said the same at the beginning, but what happened next is difficult to explain."

In Xuanyuan Cave, you disappeared, Li Chenghuan was unconscious, of course, I don't think it was you who assassinated Li Chenghuan, as far as I know, you are not such a person, but, later I speculated that Li Chenghuan's coma must have an extremely significant relationship with you, what happened in Xuanyuan Cave, think about it, you must not say, right?"

Changsheng was silent.