Mo Yufei didn't feel surprised when he heard the name of Li Huangquan, so he, his mother, and Yan Luo chair rushed to the end of the ghost gate together, and the sixteen ghosts were already sleepy, and none of them could wake up!

Mo Yufei said to Wan Ruoqiu: "Mother, your skills are so profound, you actually hypnotized these sixteen ghosts for half an hour at once!"

Wan Ruoqiu smiled and said, "No matter how deep my skills are, if I don't have your skillful and subtle whistle, how can I easily make them fall asleep!?" It turned out that Wan Ruoqiu and Mo Yufei whispered in advance, planning to use hypnotic whistle skills to subdue the sixteen ghosts. It's just that although Mo Yufei's whistle is beautiful and pleasant, it is fascinating. But the internal cultivation is still unable to guide the sixteen ghosts to the realm of hypnosis. If coupled with the profound internal strength of his mother Wan Ruoqiu, he will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort and succeed in one fell swoop! So, when Mo Yufei whistled just now, it was like Qiu had secretly used his palms and pasted them on Mo Yufei's back, conveying a steady stream of internal force into Mo Yufei's body. This made Mo Yufei use hypnotic whistle skills to urge the sixteen ghosts to fall asleep!

When Mo Yu flew, like autumn, the Yama chair stepped out of the ghost gate, and when he looked ahead, he saw a long and cold road. At the entrance of this road, the ground is paved with dense crushed bluestones, which are of different sizes. The smallest one is like a pebble, but the largest is enough to be a foot square! In the central section wrapped in all the broken bluestone, of course, it is also the middle of the entrance of this road, but it is a large bluestone block more than one meter long and one foot wide.

When Mo Yufei saw the three big words "Huangquan Road", he instinctively compared it with the Huangquan Road in the secluded capital sect of his own in the Yang world!

To be honest, whether it is the Huangquan Road in the Yang World or the Huangquan Road in the Yin World that you see at this moment, it has a taste like it is out of the ordinary. That is, these two roads, the same cold, gloomy, and the same murderous atmosphere!

The only difference is that the Huangquan Road in the Yang World is empty and empty, but on the Huangquan Road in the Yin World, there is a ghost who looks like a human and an inhuman person has come out at some point! That's right, he is a fierce ghost with a hideous face full of evil energy, a fierce ghost who looks worse than the previous sixteen ghosts, and is even more difficult to deal with, and at the same time, he may also be a martial ghost with high martial arts!

Mo Yufei, who was walking in the front, bumped into this difficult ghost head-on. Mo Yufei couldn't help but open his mouth and said to the ghost, "You are Li Huangquan!"

The ghost didn't seem to hear Mo Yufei speak, but he muttered to himself: "Laughing at the sergeant of the world, Shen Soul Bei Luo Xu!"

When Mo Yufei heard this verse, his heart sank. He knew that this was Li Bai's poem, and the poetic purpose was to laugh at the people of the world, chasing fame and fortune during his lifetime, climbing power and power, but once he died, he would inevitably fall into Beiluo Mountain, to accept the judgment of right and wrong, good and evil, and punishment, and pay the corresponding price for what he had done! Of course, Mo Yufei understood the meaning of this poem, so after he heard the poem, he couldn't help but look at the ghost a few more times. thought to himself: "This ghost still knows Li Bai's poem, and must also understand the deep meaning of it." It seems that this is not an ordinary general, without a noble and arrogant spirit, it is difficult to recite this quatrain so touchingly!

Mo Yufei was just about to inquire again, but the ghost continued to chant: "There are a hundred years of people below, and they don't know when they sleep forever. After hearing this, Yan Luo couldn't help but chant as well: "Poor long night guest, Quanlu thinks it is home." ”

Who knows, the ghost groaned again: "Youlan dew, like the eyes of hooves." There is nothing to knot, and the fireworks are unbearable. The grass is like a tree, the pine is like a cover, the wind is the clothes, and the water is the wear. Oil-walled cars, night to night. Cold green candles, prison brilliance. Under Xiling, the wind blows and rains. ”

After Mo Yufei heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and asked Xiang Wanruoqiu: "Mother, what kind of poem is he chanting, the child doesn't understand it!"

Like Qiu Dao: "This poem is a well-known work among the poems of Li He, who is known as the "poetic ghost". The name of this poem is "The Tomb of Su Xiaoxiao".

Mo Yufei was taken aback and said, "Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb! is a poem chanted to the dead?"

Wanruqiu nodded and said, "That's right." According to legend, Su Xiaoxiao was the first prostitute in Qiantang during the Southern Qi Dynasty of the Six Dynasties. The appearance of the green building is superb, and the talent is outstanding. It's a pity that Su Xiaoxiao, who is nineteen years old, contracted a cold due to lovesickness, and she has had coughing up blood since she was a child. It is said that after Su Xiaoxiao passed away, a certain martial arts master who loved her buried her under a willow tree on the bank of Xiling Bridge in West Lake in Hangzhou in accordance with Su Xiaoxiao's last wishes. As a result, the literati of the later dynasties and dynasties all wrote poems and inscriptions to commemorate the beauties. Among the many chasing poems, Li He's "Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb" is the most famous. ”

Mo Yufei looked at Wan Ruoqiu, and also asked with a blank expression: "I see, mother, this ghost can't imagine that there is still some poetry." And in addition to the poetry, there is also an inexplicable melancholy temperament, even if he sings this "Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb", he must also feel something in his heart, nostalgic for the old man.

The ghost seemed to have heard Mo Yufei's mother and son talking. He immediately crossed the middle of Huangquan Road, and said with a slightly unhappy face on his old face: "Who is talking about me Li Huangquan for no reason?" Listening to his tone, he seemed to be in his fifties.

Mo Yufei clapped his hands and smiled: "Oh, the predecessor is really Li Huangquan." ”

Li Huangquan snorted and said, "What's the matter, you two, why did you come to this Huangquan Road?

Wan Ruoqiu whispered: "It turned out to be Mr. Li Huangquan, the martial arts predecessor in the ghost world, and it was an honor to see him today." When my mother and son saw Mr. just now, they looked very sad, and they used poetry to convey their feelings, which was overwhelmingly emotional. It makes us think about it, and we can't help but say it, if there is anything offensive to Mr., I hope Mr. will forgive us for being reckless and unintentional for a while!"

Mo Yufei was unhappy in his heart. He thought: "Isn't it just talking about the next verse, why is my mother so nervous, and she apologized to this Li Huangquan." I really don't know, this Li Huangquan, who looks like he is already old, what kind of profound martial arts can he have?"