Xia Jie was originally an immortal being among the four great corpse ancestors. His body as a living dead had already escaped the three realms and six realms. If he wanted to, he would be as good as the immortal guest in red.
But I don’t know why, after having a long discussion with that uninvited guest a hundred thousand years ago, I actually gave up all my cultivation to become a Taoist, and obtained a hundred thousand years of great luck from Heaven to protect this land.
It's a pity that things have changed and people's luck has faded. Nowadays, Xia Jie is only an "evil spirit" with less than five points left. In order to keep the "Curse Spirit Kingdom" alive in the world, he has sold a lot of face.
First, he negotiated with the people from "Jianqi Tianhe" and entrusted them to help take care of him. Then he invited Chang Feng, the eldest disciple of "Hanhai Wenyuan Pavilion", to preach to the people. This can be regarded as doing everything within and outside the scope of his duties. It's over.
"Then according to what you said, shouldn't this place look like this? Not to mention that Qi Yun's power is slight, and he has almost no popularity." Wen Guwenmao still showed some distrust, and kept staring. He looked at Li Simeng's expression, but it didn't change much.
She explained, "You also said that the Qi Yun here is slight, don't you understand?"
Wen Mao realized later and turned his head away. The two of them bumped into each other. Li Simeng was pushed away by him. She couldn't help but complain and asked, "Are you saying that the people in this country are also the living dead?"
Hearing this, Li Simeng nodded in response and talked to him again...
Since that time, Xia Jie transformed into the Tao and spread tens of millions of years of foundation, causing the sky to change dramatically. The green-red sky was horrifying, and the power of corpse energy covered the sky and blocked the sun.
This uncertain factor has made the border between the two sides stable for thousands of years.
Although they tried their best to restrain themselves, all the people in the country were still infected, and they all turned into a living dead body. It was neither good nor bad, and it wasn't a big problem, so no one cared about it.
As time goes by, Xia Jie's Qi Yun is running out, and naturally he is no longer able to help others suppress the corpse energy. The bodies of the living dead are like walking corpses. Except for coming out at night, they are almost active during the day. Bored at home.
No wonder those people outside Li Simeng's house were crowded under the bamboo eaves, thinking it was a show of force.
"Then to whom are the teachings and teachings given?"
"Why are your brains so slow?" Li Simeng complained helplessly, "They must be those with Qi Yun!"
Wen Guwen nodded and accepted the information. He could not be trusted, but it was not untrustworthy. He stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of his lips, and immediately hugged Li Simeng's slender waist.
Through the thin layer of clothes, one could faintly feel the warmth of her skin. Li Simeng no longer had the coquettish look on her face and immediately pushed him away.
"Auntie, what are you doing? Are you going to sleep?"
"Get lost!" Li Simeng shook off Wen Mao and took the first step. Wen Mao followed steadily behind her just like she followed her.
Taking the initiative to get closer to Li Simeng, Wen Mao's right hand slid from her left shoulder to her back, pulled her into his arms, and said, "No. Auntie, didn't you mention this?"
Wen Mao obviously had no intention of letting her go, and the force of his right hand became stronger. Li Simeng struggled a few times but failed to break away, so he simply stopped hiding it and took out two Emei thorns from his waist and held them in each hand.
In just an instant, it penetrated Wen Mao's right arm, but his reaction was different from ordinary people, and he didn't even show any surprise or pain.
Seeing that he had succeeded, Wen Mao kicked her out with one kick, and then removed his right arm. Li Simeng was stunned when he saw it. Down.
"Kaba ba ba" rang out several times, and after a while, he leaned over and picked up his wasted right arm. The two Emei thorns were as cold as iron swords, and his own blood was looming on them.
He pulled up one of them, and there was still green bamboo carved on the surface. If he looked closely, he could see the word "Western Bamboo".
Li Simeng was stunned for a long time, and finally asked, "Isn't your arm yours?"
"This is just." Wen Mao took out his severed arm from his bulging arms and gave her a swaggering look.
Li Simeng joked, "I guess the girl got chopped off because she was teasing her?"
"Almost." Wen Guwen threw the severed arm to Li Simeng and asked, "Look at the injury. Does it look familiar?"
Li Simeng narrowed his eyes disapprovingly and looked at the scar on the broken arm indifferently, which was the same type of scar on the big man's arm.
Suddenly there was a breeze, and two drops of beauty tears blended into it. Her nose also felt sore. She gently stroked the scar, raised her sleeves and rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Where did you meet me?"
It was Wen Guwenmao's turn to yawn disapprovingly, looking at the pavilion without looking back, and ignored her no matter how she asked, her low tone was a little anxious.
"I...I'll sleep with you...tell me..." Li Simeng no longer behaved like that, her red eyes shed tears one after another, and she just wanted to ask for an answer.
The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to seek medical treatment in a hurry, and the more likely you are to confess truthfully. This is all thanks to the immortal ghost.
"I'm not that frivolous. I would like to ask, is there any way we can enter this pavilion?"
Li Simeng was still looking at the scar on the broken arm. Wen Mao came over and took the broken arm back, and repeated the question. She answered truthfully, "You can go talk to Chang Feng when the class is over in the evening."
She asked again, "Can you tell me now?"
"no."
"You!" Li Simeng was about to get angry, but he didn't dare. He cried out, "Please..." He knelt down on his knees worthless, and Wen Maodang even ran to the side and joked, "I almost broke my heart." Yuanshou."
Just as he was talking, he stuffed the broken arm into his arms again and said, "I met him once in the corpse forest. He was a man, and..." He looked at the Emei thorn in his hand, and handed it back to him. Li Simeng, "His sword is called "Dongzhu""
"So you guessed it when you were in the house?"
"Auntie, you don't seem to have the right to ask me about these things now, do you?" He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled again, his expression showing that he wanted to be beaten again.
Li Simengchong bowed and thanked, "Well, I really haven't. Tell me what you think, and I will try my best to help you."
The breeze in this "Curse Spirit Kingdom" was unusual. It was so dry that it made it hard to open his eyes. He yawned unintentionally and said, "No need. If you want him to rest in peace, you can save your time." ”
"What did you do to him?!" Li Simeng panicked instantly, holding up his clothes and asking.
"Auntie, you seem to have committed the following crime." Listening to Wen Mao's threatening words, she let go of her hand again and asked softly and timidly, "What's wrong with him?"
He wrapped his clothes tightly tightly indifferently. The wind was really uncomfortable. He stretched his tired waist and said while rubbing it, "I built a grave for him in the corpse forest. I used "Dongzhu"."
She carefully observed Wen Mao's expression and behavior, which was extremely natural and did not look like he was lying to herself, and she thanked him repeatedly.
"Auntie, how do you practice the fourth level of Immortal Bones?" The conversation changed so quickly that Li Simeng couldn't keep up with him. He hesitated for a while before replying, "Nine Spirits Hall."
"ah?"
Li Simeng naturally knew that he knew nothing, so he explained it again...
This "Nine Spirits Hall" was originally Xia Jie's place for bone-burning, but after a conversation with the cold-faced brother, the door of the palace was opened wide. Anyone who wants to have bones can enter here. at.
The opportunity is extremely dangerous, and the danger is extremely dangerous. During the past hundred thousand years, many people have entered one after another, but only a handful of people have come out.
Although it is called Jiuling, there are more than eight out of ten inner palaces, and each palace is more dangerous than the other. People who have come out of the palace have only stepped on the ninth floor at most, and have not even seen the remaining nine floors.
Gradually, some people began to suspect that there were only nine floors, and the so-called eighteen was just Xia Jie's boast.
Wen Guwen shook his head and said secretly, "It's impossible."
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing. Do you know where the Nine Spirits Hall is? I want to take a look." Wen Mao glanced at the pavilion, and he was a little unsure about the order of the two.
Li Simeng helplessly shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "It won't open again in three years. You can't just go if you want to."
"Oh why?"
Li Simeng still looked innocent and said honestly, "You have to ask Xia Jie himself, who knows why it is opened every nine years?"
"Yeah." Wen Guwen glanced at her again, as if he had something to say but swallowed it back. He took a closer look at the pavilion and saw that there were several layers of elegance mixed in the shield made of corpse aura. It turned in a circle, and there was really no flaw.
He simply stopped next to the stone lion at the main entrance, leaned beside it, raised his eyebrows at Li Simeng, and also left an empty seat, saying, "Auntie, come and sit?"
"stupid#"
"ah?"
Li Simeng ignored him and returned to his residence first.
"Ha..." Wen Mao leaned his head on the back of the stone lion and stretched his waist. There were two red lanterns hanging under the gate, which was a bit coquettish.
There are only a few shallow marks on the lintel, and the four words "Qianxin Zhengdao" can be vaguely seen.
"A poor heart proves the truth..." Wen Guwenmao repeated in a low voice... He shook his head with regret.
He felt that there was something different about this red lantern, so he just passed the time and stepped on the stone lion to reach one. He sat on the lion's head, took the other person's lantern and looked at it in front of the door...
After looking at it for a long time, I realized the difference. This lantern was neither paper nor cloth. It was a very orthodox fire burning with even strokes and even distribution. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary object.
After weighing it in his hand for a few times, he could see the scattered sparks clearly, and he was thinking of hanging it back.
There was only a "boom" sound, and the hall door in front of me was opened from the inside. Both doors were a foot below the door axis. A man walked out of it and asked with a smile, "Friend, what do you do?"
"Ah? Nothing happened. Take a look." He glanced casually and hung the lantern back on the gatehouse. The man still had a smile on his face and was very elegant.
Wen Mao bowed to him and asked, "Are you Chang Feng?"
"It's me." Chang Feng's back was still straight, he held his head slightly, and asked again, "Are you looking for me?"
"I think I came in to listen to you." Wen Mao truthfully stated what he was thinking. Chang Feng took a step back to the left, leaned over and held out his hand, "Please return."
This man was full of elegance and righteousness, and he did not look like a malicious person. Wen Mao stepped directly over the threshold and entered. The pavilion was divided on both sides. He slowed down for two steps to let Chang Feng follow.
Both of them entered the pavilion. Chang Feng led the way from the left and said bluntly, "Fellow Taoist, the Qi in your body is not very good."
"Ah? Really?"
Seeing that he neither admitted nor refused, Chang Feng said again, "Fellow Taoist, since you are looking for me, it's better to have a heart-to-heart relationship." After saying that, he arrived at the fork between the left and right, and Chang Feng turned to the left to meet him.
Wen Mao turned around first. There was still some Qi Yun detectable before, but now it is gone. Even the flowers and plants in this square garden are not as good as those on the right.
"My name is Wen Guwenmao."
Changfeng didn't respond, turned his head, smiled, and said to himself, "Go to the south to walk in the yin, and north to invite the gods. Since there are people who walk in the yang way, there are people who go in the yin way."
Wen Guwenmao naturally knew the overtones of this sentence, but still refused to explain. He pretended to be crazy and said, "What do you mean? Please teach me."
"Hey..." Chang Feng sighed and thought to himself, why are you so stubborn?
"Yin years, yin months, yin days, yin hours, yin places are born, and the yin and yin are over yin. The method is the same, but I still don't understand." Chang Feng's words have been made clear, and it is only waiting for him to do what he wants. understand.
Wen Mao sat on the railing of the pavilion and asked, "You don't understand the qi of Yang and dampness, right?" He reached out and patted the Dantian.
Chang Feng smiled indifferently and sat beside him without any restraint. He pushed Wen Mao up and wiped the dirt under his seat with his pure white sleeve, saying, "It's a shame."
"what is that?"
"What I don't understand is why are we in the same group?"
"A fellow traveler?" Wen Guwenmao was really puzzled by this. He repeated it several times, but still didn't understand. He asked, "Do you think we are a fellow traveler?"
Chang Feng stepped on the pavilion railing with both feet, leaning on the pavilion pole and said, "Gentlemen and common people should follow the will of heaven and follow the right path. Saints who defy heaven should break the rules and follow the left path."
Thinking about it for a long time...
"Side sects, evil sects. Are you saying that this is the same way?" Wen Mao knew that he was inseparable. Chang Feng nodded as expected and said, "Three hundred and sixty lines, a person who is a top scholar, this refers to an ordinary businessman." …”
Wen Guwenmao interrupted him and continued, "If there is an upper class, there will be a lower class?"
"Yes." Chang Feng continued, "In my opinion, heretics and heretics are the same thing. I consider myself a saint and should belong to heretics and heretics."
"You said I'm a side sect or a sect? Why go around in circles? Doesn't everyone in the world know that the monks in Xiezhou are sects?"
Chang Feng waved his hand and said, "The side door is not necessarily evil, and the evil door is not evil. This is nature, not behavior."
"Then you are praising me?"
"Can't talk about it."
Wen Guwenmao asked, "It's better to speak frankly, I'm stupid."
"I once saw a Yin person who was exactly like you. He only had evil nature but no evil deeds. At that time, I knew the difference between this heresy and heresy. It was just a very ordinary practice and there was no evil in it." Chang Feng told the whole story, "It's also because of that man that I accepted Xia Jie to come here to teach and resolve his doubts."
Wen Mao deliberately asked, "One hundred thousand years ago?"
Hearing him tell the time so accurately, Chang Feng himself was a little surprised, but he disappeared for a moment and responded, "Yeah."
Wen Mao breathed a sigh of relief but was also emboldened. If he allowed this person to restrain him every step of the way, he would be no different from a puppet.
Chang Feng looked at him again and said, "I think you are the best."
