The old capital was rumored to be a cursed place. After three hundred years of wind and rain, the blood that stained the city has still not been washed away. The blood is so thick that it may not be able to be washed away in another three hundred years or even a thousand years, not to mention three hundred years.
The most prosperous imperial capital for three hundred years has now become a dead city. A dead city that will be frightened if it hears it. Just because there are too many rumors and too many real things that happened.
According to rumors, every night in that city, the noise of the crowd would be heard. It seems that there are many people living in that dark old city. If there are no living people, how can we hear so many voices?
The children were playing and the dogs were barking, and the adults were hawking and drinking in the market. It was so lively. It was as if that dead city had returned to three hundred years ago. If time had not been turned back, how could there have been so many voices?
That voice was the voice of a city. Not one or two.
Someone got brave and entered there. I want to go into the city and find out. As a result, no human figure was found.
Even into the depths. However, no matter how deep they went, under the illumination of oil lamps and torches, all they could see were the rotten old things, the bloodstains that had condensed into dried blood, and the spider webs everywhere.
Apart from this, not to mention human figures, not even a single wild cat or dog was seen.
But one thing remains unchanged.
That's all the noise. The barking of dogs and the playing of children loom in people's ears. Just like the rumors say.
It only appeared intermittently, in an instant. If you hadn't listened carefully, you would have thought it was an auditory hallucination.
If it were a person, it might be called an auditory hallucination. But if there are two or three people, it is different. What's more, that's a group of people.
I have to say that those people were very talented and bold. Even though he heard the noisy barking of dogs, he still used the light of torches and lights to go deeper.
That group of people does have the qualifications to be bold.
Because this group of people are all the proud ones in the world, and they are also strong men who are better than others.
Three hundred years ago, one god, two saints and three demons, four families, five swords and six sects were the lifeblood of the world. And the person who controls this lifeline is that god.
However, since those three hundred years, that god has been absent and has no reality to this day. It cannot appear again. Because today's world knows that no matter what, there will be no one who can stand in that position.
That divine position is already a legend. Just because that person is so amazing. That astonishment has been amazing for three hundred years.
That divine throne covered the sky with one hand and subverted the entire Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, the old dynasty is no longer there, and the old dynasty is no longer there.
Three hundred years ago, four families and six factions gathered together during an uprising. When the old dynasty fell, the world was appropriately weakened. This made it impossible for the world to easily shake the court.
Today's arena is no longer what it was back then. Not only are there no gods, but the two saints and three demons may not be as good as before. Today's four and six sects are not as powerful as they were back then, but they are still the top today.
The group that broke into the old capital can be said to be most of the world. Because it was the most outstanding disciples from the four schools and six sects who gathered together, and among them was the Second Saint with a future.
At that time, Mr. Yan and Aunt Gongsun were among them.
Mr. Yan was lost in memories, with a slightly frightened look on his face, as if he had remembered something bad.
There are always some strange things in this world. Thirty years ago, a kind of monster appeared in the rivers and lakes, monsters that looked like blood. The decent sects in the rivers and lakes called them blood corpses. They were a kind of poison cast by Gu masters in southern Xinjiang on living people.
The bloody corpse loves flesh and blood, and no one is left alive wherever it goes. That year, Jianghu Zhengdao sent his disciples down the mountain to track him down. After a hard fight, he killed the Southern Xinjiang Gu Master and also beheaded thirty-eight bloody corpses.
Although the battle was hard, there were no casualties. It can be seen that the strength of the four schools and six sects was solved by just ordinary disciples entering the world and tempering themselves.
Perhaps the same is true this time. It was the emergence of a cult, and they used the old capital as a place to cultivate their power.
They say the most dangerous place is the safest place. The old capital has experienced three hundred years of wind and rain. It has always been dark and covered with bones. Even homeless beggars dare not live here. Not to mention even close to this place.
Therefore, in the old capital, there are children playing, dogs barking and cocks crowing, and there is the hustle and bustle of the market. The top forces in the world, these four families and six sects, suspected that there were people from evil cults who were obstructing them. Therefore, I decided to send a disciple to find out and experience it.
But this time is different from the Blood Corpse Rebellion in southern Xinjiang thirty years ago. After all, it was an old capital, and with the accumulated Yin Qi of more than three hundred years, it was inevitable that some difficult things would appear.
If it were an ordinary disciple, he would probably be killed or injured, so he sent his most outstanding disciple.
There are twenty disciples in this group.
Mr. Yan back then was so amazing. He is the most outstanding disciple in their painting studio. But I am afraid that the world will not think that if he were not very lucky, he would also encounter unexpected events.
Unexpected events will also occur, which means that someone has already encountered an unexpected event. And it was their group of people who encountered the unexpected.
Those who are talented and bold usually die faster.
Take the people who drown every year. Those who drown are often water-based people. Because they believe that due to their water nature, they will not drown. Therefore, I entered the water in unfamiliar waters with great confidence. After I entered the water, I could never go ashore again. Become a drowned ghost in the water. And that group of people back then were the most outstanding disciples in the world. Some people have even become better than those who are old-timers. In addition, they are all outstanding people, everything goes smoothly, and they are young and energetic. Naturally, he will not be deterred by these sounds.
They will only think that this is just a crooked way and there is no need to worry about it at all.
Those people back then, even though they knew it was not an illusion, they still didn't worry about these voices. They continued to explore the depths of the darkness, but still did not see anyone. I don’t know where the cultists are hiding.
But as we went deeper into the darkness, those noises became more frequent. In the end, the sound kept echoing in my ears, as if those people were right next to me, or to put it more horrifyingly, those people were right next to my ears.
But they are still too bold and still think that this is just a side channel of the cult members. The trick is to make them fear the unknown and make them want to avoid it.
As they went deeper again, they heard the sound of clanging bones in the darkness. There was a sound like the collision of iron, and even a roar like a resentful ghost, as if you were in a real eighteenth level of hell.
.......
Mr. Yan was in a trance, thinking about the high mountain that covered the old city, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in front of the mountain, the blood stains behind the mountain, the voices in the fog and mist, and some old people.
"Old capital?" Ling Dabao was startled, and then asked in confusion: "A dilapidated capital?"
His memory was lacking. All I know is that I followed my master's orders and went down the mountain to find my senior brother. I don't know anything about what's going on down the mountain. All I know is that he came down the mountain a few years ago and won the title of the most beautiful man in the world.
For a confused person like Ling Dabao, naturally he doesn’t know the old capital? "
Mr. Yan was deeply trapped in the fear of memories, and this sudden voice also startled him. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was on a boat, following the waves, wandering among the stars.
This is no longer the past, and he is not in the old capital. But the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. There is no fear or darkness here, only great scenery.
However, when Mr. Yan decides to take Ling Dabao to find Zhou Youruo, it is very likely that he will step there again.
It is very likely that he will enter the eighteen levels of hell full of terror again.
"Father, no matter where Miss Youluo has gone, please help me find her. It just so happens that if her master is also in the old capital, there is no need to visit her in the future. Just go in and propose marriage. What do you think?"
Ling Dabao was already showing off his face. For him, face was dispensable. After all, even if he didn't have a face, he was still a very handsome man.
Currently, only this middle-aged scribe knows the whereabouts of the Youluo girl. Furthermore, I have already said that if the middle-aged scholar can bring him and the Youluo girl together, he will be his reborn parent.
Although, he just said it casually to express his gratitude. But I didn't expect that the other party actually took it seriously and actually called his son. Perhaps, this Mr. Yan is too old-fashioned and takes everything he says seriously.
But since Mr. Yan calls his son so enthusiastically, you can see the smile on his face every time he calls, maybe he really wants to be his father.
Ling Dabao suddenly discovered another kind of charm in himself, that is, not only women like him, but even men also like him very much.
Look, here's someone who wants to be his father. Maybe, no, no maybe. As long as you are an individual, older people, as long as they see what you look like, they will want you to be their son.
Thinking of this, Ling Dabao felt a little proud. He is really good-looking, and there are people who will take the initiative to help with anything.
"Father? My dear, what did you call me?" Mr. Yan had just come back to his senses. When he heard this sentence, he was startled and his body swayed slightly.
For a moment, Mr. Yan suspected that he had heard wrongly. Although he called the young man a boy, he was still shameless.
"Father!" Ling Dabao looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man in front of him sincerely and said seriously.
"Hahaha!" Mr. Yan laughed.
He smiled, very happily, with tears of excitement in his eyes. The fear in the previous memories was swept away in this heart-warming call.
Mr. Yan took a deep breath and felt very pleased when he looked at the handsome and handsome young man in front of him.
He is approaching sixty and still childless. The only reason he looks so young is because he has good looks.
Today, I finally have a child. He can also be considered a successor. Even if he is buried under the loess in the future, he will not be able to rest in peace.
"Son, the so-called old capital is the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, three hundred years ago. Don't you know?" Mr. Yan replied, feeling a little confused.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was the second great unification after the first dynasty and the Great Qin Dynasty. There is only one dynasty in the world, the Great Zhou Dynasty.
His good son, as a citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how could he not know about the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Although Mr. Yan was confused, he still told the truth. After all, a father should behave like a father, be knowledgeable and ask questions, know what his children ask, and teach them carefully. Rather than being full of impetuousness.
Mr. Yan’s dream is to be a good father. This good father starts from this moment.
It's not too late to turn sixty. As long as you make up your mind to be a good father, you can be a good father now.
Mr. Yan feels that at this moment, he is the perfect father figure. Not only kind and patient, but also knowledgeable.
In fact, Mr. Yan is indeed knowledgeable. It can be said that he is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and knows things that have happened for five thousand years. What Ling Dabao knew was that he probably didn't even have one-tenth of Mr. Yan's belly.
"The capital city a hundred years ago on Wednesday?" Ling Dabao heard the words and then said: "My senior brother and I were taken in by our master when we were young and rarely went down the mountain. The last time we secretly escaped down the mountain was three years ago and went to the nearest A city in China, but within a few hours he was carried back by senior brother."
"That's it." Mr. Yan nodded, and the doubts in his heart disappeared.
This is indeed the case for some people, and some people have hidden themselves from the world since they were young, focusing on cultivating in secret and not listening to things from all directions, so they do not know the dynasty they live in. Before the Great Zhou Dynasty, seven heroes fought for hegemony and were destroyed one after another. There was once a man in the mountains who came down from the mountains after decades. When he returned to his hometown, he found that the customs and clothing were different from those of the past. He found out after asking , it turns out that the dynasty has changed.
I could only say in confusion, the Qing Dynasty died?
The Qing Dynasty was destroyed by the Zhou Dynasty, but it was nearly 330 years ago. I didn't expect that there are still such people today.
Mr. Yan nodded, and then thought that his son actually had a sect. So, his painting skills must have been taught by his master.
"It seems that this world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon." Mr. Yan shook his head and sighed secretly.
The disciples' painting attainments are already so high, let alone the master who teaches them. There is another senior brother from the same sect. Even if he is not as good as his son, he won't be far behind. He is definitely better than himself.
This time, three masters of painting appeared who were better than themselves.
But it doesn't matter. With this son, he will have the opportunity to visit and contact the other two. If he could get guidance from his son's master, then he would definitely be able to take a step further.
"Old capital, old capital. Since it is an old capital, the ancient charm is naturally very strong, which is suitable for me and Miss Youluo to see flowers, water and scenery together." Ling Dabao thought for a while and said with a smile.
He was already thinking about how to meet Miss Youluo again in the old capital, feeling the history of the old capital amidst the ancient fragrance, and playing music and dancing in the moonlight. Then, in his own writing, he paints a picture of beauty at night.
Mr. Yan remained silent and did not speak. Since his son didn't know about the old capital, how could he know about it? There were no flowers, no water, and no good scenery. The only ones left were the skeletons and those people under the darkness.
"Those people..." Mr. Yan murmured. Thinking of this, fear appeared on his face, and he began to lose focus again.
That scene back then was rooted in my heart like a nightmare. There are probably only three people in the world who know about it. These three people include Mr. Yan and Aunt Gongsun, as well as Gongsun Erniang.
The twenty most outstanding disciples of the four families and six sects back then went deep into the old city. After hearing the clanking of bones and countless wailing sounds, a dispute broke out among that group of people.
Someone pushed back, causing a quarrel.
This quarrel was a quarrel between a Taoist couple. Among these twenty people, there were only two women.
These two people are Gongsun Auntie and Gongsun Erniang. These are a pair of biological sisters, and they are also the two most outstanding disciples of Miao Xiufang.
After all, Gongsun Erniang is a woman, and her nature is different from Gongsun Auntie's heroic nature. She is a little weak, and she is just trying to find her courage in this dark old city. At this moment, instead of the laughter and noise, there were whispers in my ears.
Gongsun Erniang can no longer count how many ways there are. Just know that there are many, many. It was as if a series of innocent ghosts were sticking to her ears, demanding her life.
So Gongsun Erniang mustered up the courage and told them not to go any further, but to withdraw first and think about it in the long run.
But some people disagree. That person is the one Gongsun Erniang's heart belongs to, and that person is Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan, a fellow Taoist priest of Gongsun Erniang, was the first to object. After all, he was almost approaching the depths. They searched other places in the old capital but found no trace of the cult members. I'm afraid it's deep down there.
Because it was approaching, the cult members panicked, which caused such a strong reaction.
At that time, Mr. Yan just thought that these were all tricks to scare people. It happened that the timid Gongsun Erniang was frightened. Under Mr. Yan's reprimand, Gongsun Erniang's eyes were filled with tears, and she actually choked and cried in front of everyone.
Aunt Gongsun had never seen her sister so sad and crying in front of everyone. How could she not be angry for someone who had always loved her sister?
So, he drew his sword and faced each other.
When Gongsun Erniang saw this, she was very anxious. One is his blood relative, his sister. One is her Taoist companion, her beloved.
If the two of them fight, what will happen to me? Fortunately, Mr. Yan knew that Mrs. Gongsun's swordsmanship was superior and that he was still inferior to her, so he did not dare to say anything more.
Seeing that Mr. Yan was aware of current affairs, Aunt Gongsun took Erniang Gongsun away directly and returned the same way.
If Aunt Gongsun was the only one, she would naturally not be afraid. But my sister didn't dare to go deep, so she must be afraid to go back alone, so she was naturally escorted in person.
When Mr. Yan saw the two girls leaving, he finally felt guilty, said goodbye to his friends, and left first.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to escape the disaster.
It was a sea of blood, and it was the dying day of those proud people. Mr. Yan will never forget that his junior brother died in front of him.
