After crossing the Lion Bridge in Lion Bridge Town, you will arrive at the foot of Lion Camel Ridge. It was a pale, dead land, a place of death, and there was nothing reminiscent of anything that had ever been a sign of life, and the bare stone hills, the silent stone steps leading up to an ancient pavilion halfway up the mountain, the straight section of the mountain and the flat ground were unattainable, and its walls were so pale that there was not even a single grass clinging to it. Because you can't hear birds without trees, and in a place where you can't hear birds, and it's so desolate, there's going to be a voice in that place -- the groans of the devil.

This is a place where even the morning sun, full of hope and vitality, does not inspire a trace of vitality and enthusiasm, and the corpse here is so heavy that the sun will be eclipsed.

The bridge here is still intact, because it is not often walked, but the sun and the erosion of the wind and rain have made its face gray, and there is a bit of a hideous evil atmosphere. The riverbed beneath the bridge was so dry that there was not a trace of water, and even the stones inside were blackened by the sunlight year after year.

After crossing the bridge, there is a flat gravel ground that stretches to the lower edge of the first stone step at the foot of the Lion Camel Ridge. The stones here are small and uniform: it is said that on this flat gravel ground, the sect masters of all the major sects in the world once gathered, and they decided to raze the boulder that pressed the heart of every martial arts figure on the rivers and lakes - the top of the sword - through everyone's strength.

However, the results were very disastrous. The next day, the people who passed by on the opposite side of the Lion Bridge saw that a thick layer of blood had solidified on the flat ground covered with gravel on the other side of the bridge, and a fishy smell wafted with the wind, making passers-by shudder and frightened. On that night, the poplar forest below the Lion Camel Ridge was densely packed with new graves, and some bold villagers went out of their way to see the woodcut inscriptions in the mass graveyard, only to see that the names of the deceased written on them were the sect leaders of the various sects that gathered at the foot of the mountain that day.

Now the flat gravel ground no longer smells blood, and the blood stains on the stones have been washed clean by the rain of the past, and they glow pale under the rays of the morning sun.

At this moment, a pair of feet in clean boots stepped on this empty stone floor. The man held a black-sheathed sword in his hand, wore a snow-white robe, and his expression was full of confidence and smile like the morning sun, and his steps were heroic as he stepped up the inaccessible stone steps of Lion Camel Ridge.

He began to climb the stairs.

On the fifth staircase of the Lion Camel Ridge, there is a four-cornered pavilion, which is the late autumn season, and the morning in Mobei is so dry and cold that there is nowhere to hide. However, in this desolate pavilion, there is still a Confucian who is concentrating on chess. Moreover, both of them carried a pine-patterned ancient sword in their left hand.

The man had a pair of hanging eyebrows on his slender, and there was a black mole on the cheekbone of the left side of his face where he held the sword, and there were three black hairs on it; if this face were suddenly raised, people would be horrified to find that his two thin lips could not cover his mouth full of teeth, like the strict gums of a crocodile; his robe was not neatly dressed, and the two buttons on the top placket were not intentionally or forgotten, but it was also convenient for his hand that often moved chess pieces, and could reach in from that position at any time and place to relieve the itch in the armpit of his left arm。

"This soldier of yours is finished!" said the elegant middle-aged scribe in a tone of suppressed excitement, and at the same time he raised a red cannon that he had stood in the eye of the elephant on his right, and killed one of the soldiers who had crossed the river.

The other party didn't squeak, but his expression as he stared at the chessboard became more anxious.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe raised his head and glanced at him proudly, as if to say, "Stinky Taoist, you can't play with me!"

Although the middle-aged man has a rather elegant style, it may have something to do with the knowledge in his womb, and it can be fully affirmed that his somewhat exaggerated face will never add the slightest elegance to him, on the contrary, it subverts this soft image everywhere. His eye sockets were large, drooping like his third eye, and his face was a little exaggerated, like an adult's fist hitting it, and it only filled the dimples that he could see clearly even when he wasn't smiling. His cheeks were also wide on either side, and when his face was expressionless, one could spot his teeth and bones that were imprinted on his face.

If the Taoist is a crocodile, then this middle-aged scribe must be an imposing hippopotamus.

It was so dry and cold at that time, and it was unbelievable that they were playing chess in this desolate pavilion as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, they suddenly heard a heroic footstep, which was ascending the stairs from below.

The Taoist priest seemed to have no hope of winning this game, so his mind was more likely to desert, and he suddenly said to the other party: "Someone is coming." ”

"He's not human!"

"And what is he?"

"At best, it's a walking corpse. ”

"Yes, he's a walking corpse. ”

"Then you should be careful. The middle-aged scribe-like man said, "I'm afraid you're doomed with this one!"

"Hmph!" the Taoist priest lowered his head unconvinced, and he was again concentrating on the game in which he was at a disadvantage, and he wanted to turn the tide.

At that moment, the young man with the black sheath sword walked up.

The two chess players remained indifferent, as if they had forgotten the world except for the chess game.

"Dead! Don't let it take any more time. The young man standing behind them suddenly said coldly.

"That ghost is talking?" said the middle-aged scribe suddenly.

"Nameless imp. The Taoist priest added.

Then they suddenly heard the sound of a wind passing by, and their faces immediately became alarmed, for they found that the young man who had just stood behind them had gone up to the stone steps in front of the pavilion, and that he was still walking boldly as if he had never been to their pavilion at all. Not only that, but the Taoist priest and the middle-aged scribe also heard a continuous smack, smack, smack sound at the same time. The two of them came back to their senses and immediately exclaimed, "Flash!"

Then, on the side of this desolate mountain, there was a thrilling boom, and a puff of green smoke rose, and their pavilion collapsed completely. Moreover, it was all four pillars that collapsed neatly at the same time.

When the two strange men escaped from the collapsed gazebo, their faces were already panicked to a terrifying level.

The Taoist priest's robe was more likely to be hooked or hung up when he fled in a hurry, so that one of the sleeves of his robe was torn from the shoulder seat by a nail in the eaves of the collapsed roof. The middle-aged scribe's turban was torn open by the horns of a rafter because it was too long. Coupled with the dust on his face that rushed up from the ground, the Taoist priest now looked more like a leper monk with a broken head, and the middle-aged scribe was more like a nervous patient with a cloak of hair. They look very embarrassed and scary.

The middle-aged scribe trembled and said, "The one who came is not good. ”

"What should I do?" the Taoist priest asked in fear.

"Burning letter cannon. ”

So, for the first time, the residents of Lion Bridge Town heard the earth-shattering sound of letter cannons coming from Lion Camel Ridge!