If you look down from the sky, you will see the capital city and capital city, and the lights of thousands of houses, as if looking up at the earth, the stars are shining brightly.
I have to sigh that the world is long.
It's just that the two people, who were looking in all directions, were not in the mood to care about the moonlit night scenery. The sound could appear close to them without being noticed, which was obviously a bit scary.
Especially this rhetorical question shows that this person even listened to the conversation between the two.
But the guilt, whether large or small, was not the reason for the two people's panic. The sudden sound in this quiet place was so abrupt, and the two people who were already sensitive to the surroundings and very wary became even more nervous.
Naturally, he was concerned that Ye Sangen, who had lost his vitality and had only one body skill left, could not cope with it. Yue Baizhi, who subconsciously wanted to protect Ye Sangen behind him, was grabbed and pulled by Ye Sangen the next moment he raised his hand. behind.
After the sudden panic, it was Midnight who was the first to come back to his senses. He carefully recalled the voice just now and felt it was slightly familiar.
Gently holding Yue Baizhi's wrist with his hand to signal him to be calm, he asked tentatively in the middle of the night: "The evil ghost seduces the soul, and the impermanence demands life. Is it the black and white impermanence of the funeral knife grave?"
The sound came again faintly, originating from all directions, with no clear direction.
"Young man Ye, you will be beautiful under the moon, so you don't care what happens to your second sister?"
After a fleeting loss of color, he calmed down again, and Ye Sangeng smiled and said: "If Uncle Wu Chang is really here, then you really don't have to worry about my second sister."
Four or five feet away, a figure suddenly appeared under the leafy apricot tree.
He looked around again without leaving a trace, and then asked again in the middle of the night: "Why are there only Uncle Wuchang and Aunt Wuchang?"
The tall and burly visitor slowly left the shadow of the tree, revealing his true face under the cold moonlight.
His upper body is naked, and something is wrapped in a dark blue coarse cloth and tied behind his back. His limbs are strong, his shoulders are broad and round, and his muscles are taut. You can clearly see that his tall and straight body has edges and corners, and is as strong as a stone pillar. Just standing there is like An iron tower is full of oppression.
The slightly eye-catching figure in the crowd is not his feature that attracts attention. On the contrary, his curly hair and black body are as black as coal, and he is wearing a navy blue shorts outfit. It is probably difficult to detect him even if he meets each other in the dark night.
Yue Baiji, who had already guessed the identity of the person from a few words in the middle of the night, blurted out in confusion after seeing that his appearance was different from that of the Central Plains people, "Kunlun slave?"
No one in the entire world knows about the Ming Dao Tomb, but speaking of it, not many people in the whole world have seen the Ming Dao Tomb.
A sect that retreats from the world, neither fighting nor grabbing, just sitting and watching the world's vicissitudes of life, white clouds and gray dogs, the change of political power has nothing to do with it, and the changes in the world have nothing to do with it. This group of people in the world are determined to prove the road with swords, except for the sharpness of their forged swords. The knives that are praised and sold are excellent value for money, including those rumors of credit knives that only exist in rumors and have not appeared in recent hundreds of years. There seems to be nothing to this place that is regarded as a holy place by swordsmen all over the world. A place that can be praised by the world, or that can be talked about by the world.
Not to mention Yue Baizhi, a cousin of the Mingdao Tomb, even the brothers and sisters who were supposed to take their mother's surname according to the sect's rules in the middle of the night didn't even dare to say that they understood their sect.
Mysterious, mysterious, and secretive, the Mingdao Tomb is always surrounded by these unexamined symbols that are similar to ancient myths and legends.
Just like the Kunlun slave in front of me, whom Yue Bai Pheasant claimed to be.
Across the sea from the Great Zhou Dynasty to the south, there is an island called Kuilin. The aboriginal people on the island are all this kind of dark black race. There are dozens of tribes, large and small, all barbarians. Merchants sold them to some wealthy nobles in the Central Plains as slaves. Because there was no formal language and writing in the area, they named them Kuilin slaves.
Over time, the so-called Kuilin was later called Kunlun in unknown dynasty, and Kuilin Nu was therefore changed to Kunlun Nu.
However, the environment in the Central Plains is different from that of Kuilin. It is extremely difficult for Kunlun slaves to adapt in the Central Plains. According to historical records, less than 10 Kunlun slaves are over forty years old, which makes them marketable and priceless. Human trafficking is not seen in some important coastal towns. Kunlun slaves are regarded as rare things to live in.
Because of this, it is really surprising that Kunlun slaves can appear in the tomb of Ming Dao.
In the middle of the night, I naturally understood the origin of this black Kunlun slave. It is said that sixty or seventy years ago, the disciple who was in charge of the outer sect's sword making in the Yidao Tomb accidentally rescued a Kunlun slave and brought him back to the sect. Later, after recovering well, he did not leave. He went to the Mingdao Tomb and changed his surname to Jiang. He married a wife and had a son in the Mingdao Tomb. He gave birth to the black man in front of him who was called "Uncle Wuchang" in the third night.
Naturally, he understands the impermanent temper of this "black" person who ranks among the black and white in the Tomb of the Dead Blade. He hates to hear others say the word "Kunlun slave".
After all, our ancestors were slaves who were bought and sold at will. No one wants to mention such unbearable past events.
The already discolored black Kunlun slave took another step forward.
Just like knowing his origins and his temper, Ye Mingeng, who used to often go home with his mother Jiang Shan to visit relatives, naturally also understood the abilities of this Kunlun slave who became black due to his skin color.
So in the middle of the night, he took a step forward and pushed Yue Baizhi, who was at a loss with his sword in his hand, behind him.
In the middle of the night, he smiled and asked knowingly: "Uncle Wuchang has come all the way, why don't you come and sit at home?"
There are different responsibilities, grades, and positions in the Tomb of the Executioner. The inner gate has its ancestors from top to bottom, King Yama, Meng Po, the judge, and the thirty-six wandering souls plus the seventy-two little ghosts in the outer gate. system.
This Hei Wuchang, who was not very powerful among the inner sect but was also unique, had his hands behind his back. He looked at the young man and woman in front of him, whom he had heard about for a long time, and snorted coldly: "I went to Panshan to see the picture of Ye Hongtu." Are you going to be a self-righteous person, or will you accept your grandpa’s support?”
I have heard more or less stories about my parents and Yan Daofen from Ye Xie, and it is nothing more than a bad story telling story about Yan Daofen's once-in-a-hundred-year beauty being snatched away by someone with a foreign surname.
It's like a girl who is shy and shy comes out of the village. The villagers in the neighboring houses are all ready to wait for the girl to come to the house with a betrothal gift that year. However, unexpectedly, the good boy from the neighboring village gets there first. Both the family and the neighbors thought it was a toad lying on their feet, suffocating the person to death.
Therefore, everyone was more or less disgusted with Ye Hongtu, or the entire Ye family, because of Wujiwu, who had broken the centuries-old rules of the Mingdaofeng clan.
This is especially true for the men of the same generation as Jiang Shan.
This is what I heard from my elder sister on the third night of the night. When my father and mother got married, everyone else in the family drank and drank until they were unconscious. Only my father, Ye Hongtu, and the younger generation Yandaofen fought fiercely all day and night. Only then did they get married safely.
The group of Yidaofeng disciples who had no choice but to give away their sweethearts were so drunk and cowardly that they were really brave and unafraid of death.
In the middle of the night, I remembered that Ye Linling talked about a nigger who was crying and beating at the same time. My father was not intimidated by his tough fighting style at first, but it was because of such a seven-foot man that he cried with snot and tears. And was so frightened that he lost his sense of proportion.
Ye Sangeng, who was young at the time, naturally didn't understand the truth when he heard what his sisters said. It wasn't until they grew up and confirmed the identities of niggas among them who had done good things, and understood the relationship between men and women, that they understood it better now. For more than thirty years, most people in the Ming Dao Tomb were hostile to the Zhou Dynasty, a prince with a different surname.
Hei Wuchang didn't care about Hei Wuchang's tone in the middle of the night. He still smiled politely and said: "The old man at home has been away for more than half a month. My father is staying with my mother in the bamboo forest on the mountainside. Uncle Wuchang went to avoid them. , out of sight, out of mind.”
No matter what the reason was, this Kunlun slave, who was not only the dark one in the Tomb of the Dead Blade because of his skin color, was too lazy to talk to this junior, he straight to the point pointed out the purpose of his visit, "Where's the knife?"
In the village of Fenghuang Mountain, Jiang Yi, Jiang Xiaolong, Jiang Xiaobai and the other two had already informed the burial mausoleum of the decision regarding the sheathing of the Luanhu.
As early as that time, Ye Xieyou had said that he would go back to the Ming Dao Tomb. However, due to the emergence of General Ling and Ningzhi Yu, and the unexpected events that occurred, he had no choice but to change his original plan.
The sister and brother also talked about this matter when they entered Gyeonggi Province a few days ago. At that time, because they were following the Hezimen Escort Agency and there were many people talking, they did not elaborate on the matter in detail. There is no further text.
Naturally, he knew that what Ye Xie was thinking was just for his own internal energy that had disappeared. Otherwise, he really wanted to go to the Mingdao Tomb. With the extremely serious martial arts of those swordsmen, no one could guarantee that. Even with the help of the ancestors, he can still be somewhat sure of escaping unscathed.
At midnight, he was still calm and replied: "Before the sword recognizes its owner, it must first recognize its owner. Is it possible that Uncle Wuchang is testing me?"
Even though we didn't frequent her mother after her death, in the middle of the night, she still remembered that Hei Wuchang, whom she had never had much contact with, was called Jiang Huai'en. Naturally, it was the name given by his Kunlun slave's father out of friendship.
The kind-hearted Hei Wuchang was naturally dissatisfied with his answer to the late night watcher. He laughed and said, "Then it seems that my bet with Lao Bai is about to be lost."
Lao Bai is naturally the Aunt Wichang whom I mentioned just now.
There is a circular hierarchy from top to bottom in the Tomb of the Executioner. The ancestors are at the top, and those who have stepped into the threshold of the immortals are responsible. The subordinates are the four great kings of hell, day and night Mengpo, civil and military judges, and black and white impermanence. The arrangement is strict and orderly.
The scale is inseparable from the weight and the weight is inseparable from the scale. When going out, the black and white impermanence will never act alone, so he first asked about it after confirming his identity.
It's just that there was no reply just now, and now Hei Wuchang mentioned the inseparable Bai Wuchang. Ye San couldn't help but look around, wondering why he hadn't seen Aunt Wuchang come out yet.
She didn't hide it, Ye San said directly: "Where is Aunt Wuchang?"
No matter how hard he tried, Jiang Huai'en could not get rid of his identity as a Kunlun slave. He grinned with his unique thick lips, revealing a set of white teeth that were at two extremes with his skin color. He chuckled and repeated the question he just asked.
"Where's the knife?"
Answering questions with questions, the two people who were three or four feet apart looked at each other and smiled.
Jiang Huaien was sure that he had lost completely, and Ye San was even more sure of what he had guessed.
Hei Wuchang Jiang Huaien turned around to leave, but unexpectedly asked in the middle of the night: "What is the lottery?"
After turning his back, Hei Wuchang, who seemed to be melting into the night, just paused and tilted his head, without any reply, and continued to move forward.
Midnight spoke again, "Black and white Wuchang come in pairs. Aunt Wuchang probably won't leave on her own after finding my sister holding the knife."
Seeing Hei Wuchang stop, Ye Sangen continued: "If I catch Uncle Wuchang, Aunt Wuchang will naturally come to the door, which will save me a lot of trouble."
He already had an inexplicable resentment towards the Ye family. Xidaofeng Hei Wuchang, who was born as a Kunlun slave, turned around and said, "What, are you trying to scare me? You have no physical or mental skills, so you want to compete with me for your physical strength?"
Gently pushing aside the vigilant Yue Baizhi, he said in the middle of the night: "Since ancient times, Qi refining warriors have restrained their wives from practicing horizontally, so even if I am forced by the old man at home to practice Qi magic, I will quietly put my energy in my heart. Above the law. Uncle Wuchang is a martial artist from the outside world, and a large ring sword weighs more than sixty pounds. Why don't you try my half-baked outside body skills today? Can I get an advantage under your sword?"
Ignoring Yue Baizhi's forceful pull and mouth to stop him, Ye San took a step forward and stretched greatly.
The whole body made a crisp sound like popping beans.
"I don't know why it has been spread to everyone that I have no inner breath. Why do I seem to be useless in your eyes?"
As if all the repression of the past half month had been released, in the middle of the night, he stretched out his hand and hooked his four fingers a few times.
"Come on, let me use the sword. Don't say that I, a junior, disrespect my elders."
