Minglong

North of Danzhou, Zihui Mountain.

Thunder light pierced the sky, and raindrops as big as soybeans hit the old tent with a crackling sound.
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"Where is the person? Is it worth going to the Yamen..."

Xie Jinhuan called the servants and maids at home again, but still no one responded. With his mouth dry, he could only grit his teeth and stand up, and fumbled for the teapot by himself.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stunned.

Heavy rain poured down, causing the tent cloth to vibrate intensively. A candle lantern was hung at the entrance of the tent, illuminating several bunks inside the tent and a corpse outside the door!

The corpse was lying next to the bonfire, his clothes were torn and his face was bloody, and his chest was penetrated by an iron mace and nailed to the ground.

The iron mace is silver-white, with a round tail and an animal pattern, and is engraved with the word "Tiangang". It is his weapon...

Hey, what have I done? !

What the hell is this place? Have I been kidnapped? !

Xie Jinhuan was at a loss, and as his brain regained consciousness, memories came back to him:

He was unexpectedly reopened more than ten years ago, and was born in the capital of the Daqian Dynasty. His father was a captain of Wan'an County, his mother died early, and he was the only son in the family...

How could a man relive his life and be inferior to others? At the age of three, he determined to kill the local aborigines!

At the age of sixteen, he accomplished nothing. He was transferred to Lingnan with his father, and met a monster on the way...

Then he disappeared.

The last scene in Xie Jinhuan’s memory was still being chased by monsters running through the woods.

The next second, he was lying here with a corpse in front of him.

What's going on?

You haven’t run away from monsters yet, so you’re starting again?

This can’t be done. It’s hard to get through adolescence, and I haven’t tasted the saltiness of wealthy ladies...

Xie Jinhuan noticed that something was wrong, and quickly raised his sword as a mirror and looked at the reflection by candlelight:

Fortunately, his appearance has not changed much, he is still the same.

But he is obviously more mature than before and has grown a lot taller...

Could it be that several years have passed?

Xie Jinhuan frowned and thought hard. He couldn't remember his recent experience, and he didn't even know whether his father was alive or dead. He could only look at the corpse outside the tent to judge the current situation.

Crash...

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the face of the corpse, but the fear of life still remained on the pale face, and the appearance was unfamiliar.

The blood spread from under the corpse and gradually seeped into the hole not far away.

The entrance to the cave is located under a mound. It looks like a "mausoleum", but the interior has completely collapsed.

Judging from the furnishings in the tent, there are four people camping here for at least three days. He is cleanly dressed and must be an outsider.

After seeing this, Xie Jinhuan can probably deduce what happened:

This group of people were tomb robbers. They were digging graves here. He ran over during the process. The conflict between the two parties caused the tomb to collapse. Three people were buried in the tomb. The old Taoist escaped and was stabbed to death at the entrance of the cave...

"But why did I come here?"

Xie Jinhuan was like a fragment of a hangover. He could not recall his recent experience at all. Looking closely at the traces around him, he felt that the strength displayed did not look like his handwriting.

In order to win at the starting line, Xie Jinhuan started working hard with his pacifier in his mouth, but his direction was not limited to martial arts, but also dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, astronomy and geography, temperament and conversation, body shaping...

His original intention was to become an all-rounder, but the consequence of learning everything was that he was not good at everything.

Because other projects took up too much time, it was not until the age of sixteen that I could climb to the eighth level of martial arts.

The only achievement is that he has paid attention to his body and speech since he was a child. He is handsome, can dress up and speaks well, and all the wives who have met him are deeply impressed. It can be said that he is making rapid progress in the direction of "Lao Ai"...

And judging from the traces at the scene, he killed this old Taoist just with a casual move, not even using much force. He is probably not less than a hundred times stronger than before!

Did I get into the alchemy furnace of Master Taishang?

Xie Jinhuan felt the power in his body that could kill a female dragon, and he became more and more confused.

Unable to remember the reason, he could only rummage through the tent to see if he could find any clues.

As a result, after searching, I really clarified the current situation, but at the same time, I also discovered a very scary thing!

In addition to luggage and tools, there are also some documents and the apprentice's grave robbing notes in the tent.

According to the notes, it is the autumn of the eighth year of Jingning, he is nineteen and a half years old, and it has been three years since his father was transferred to Lingnan.

The current location is not the barren southern Xinjiang, but Danzhou, which is only more than a hundred miles away from Jingzhao Mansion.

As I turned to the latest tomb robbing notes, a few lines of crooked handwriting came into view:

The fifth day of August: The master searched for the dragon and explored the cave, and found a large tomb behind Zihui Mountain. The master guessed that it was the place where "Qixia Zhenren" closed life and death, and there must be valuable skills and treasures inside...

August Eighth day of the lunar month: Today we broke ground and excavated the door of the tomb. There is a Taoist seal on it, like a demon-suppressing talisman. The master said it was to prevent the real person Qixia from seclusion and becoming a demon...

The ninth day of the eighth lunar month: I had a dream, and I encountered it in my dream. A red-dressed banshee with big breasts and fat ass. I felt like she liked me. Unfortunately, she was slapped awake by the master and continued to dig the grave...

Night of the ninth day of August: The tomb door finally opened, and there were many things inside. There were many women buried with them, and in the middle was the demon-suppressing coffin, with the "Zhenglun Sword" from Zihuishan that had been lost for hundreds of years stuck on it. It was indeed a valuable treasure, and I had to find a way to pull out the sword...

That's the end of the record.

"Demon-suppressing coffin, red-dressed banshee, Zhenglun sword..."

Xie Jinhuan has known that the Daqian Dynasty was filled with all kinds of demons and monsters since he was a child. When he suddenly saw these words, his heart couldn't help but his eyes trembled. Aiming at the long sword in his hand for self-defense:

The sword is three feet and three inches long, with the word "Zhenglun" engraved on it.

Xie Jinhuan secretly said something was wrong!

This sword can appear in his hand. Not surprisingly, this group of tomb robbers who are not afraid of death have opened the demon-suppressing coffin and released the red-dressed banshee.

He came here inexplicably, maybe to stop the tomb robbers from committing suicide, but failed and was injured by the demon, so he forgot his recent experience.

Things happened just now. If it was really the banshee that came out of the coffin that caused the current situation, then the demon might still be around...

Thinking of this, Xie Zai's heart froze, and he looked around cautiously.

At this time, there was an unknown movement outside the tent:

Rubb~ru~

The sound sounded like an unknown creature tearing meat.

Xie Jinhuan’s expression suddenly changed, and he quickly pointed his sword at the entrance of the tent.

Click——

At this time, the lightning flashed in the sky, briefly illuminating the camp outside the tent.

Under the pouring rain, the bonfire had been completely extinguished. The originally burnt roast rabbit was pulled to the side, and a black shadow was lowering its head to eat.

The black shadow's hair is like ink, like briquettes, and only has amber eyes, which reflect a dim light under the lightning, like two will-o'-wisps floating outside the tent.

Xie Jinhuan identified it carefully and felt that the black shadow looked familiar, so he tried to call:

"Coal briquettes?"

Perhaps he was afraid that his master would catch him and scold him for eating, so he secretly put the roast rabbit back in its place, then squatted in the rain, pretending to be a serious sentry.

Xie Jinhuanhun was half frightened and almost cursed when he saw this scene.

Black Eagle's name is Briquettes, and he is a personal slave that Xie Jinhuan spent half his money to buy from the Flower and Bird Street in the capital.

The vendor said it was a "black-winged roc" with the blood of a mythical beast. When it reaches adulthood, its wingspan can reach a thousand feet and it feeds on dragons.

As a result, Xie Jinhuan took good care of him and successfully developed a "fat black-winged man", one foot tall and one foot wide waist, and his favorite food was "Mushroom Stewed Flying Dragon".

Fortunately, unscrupulous businessmen are not shameless enough to dye pheasants to trick people. Briquettes are indeed more spiritual and can understand people's words. As long as it is not about work, they will never lie.

Xie Jinhuan did not bother to pack up his personal servants at this time, and came to him with his sword in hand and asked:

"Have you seen the monster?"

"Gu?"

Biaoqi looked around, quite confused.

When Xie Jinhuan saw this appearance, he knew he had not seen it.

But judging from the tomb robbing notes, there is a high probability that the red-dressed banshee has already left the coffin!

His memory was fragmented and he could not figure out the current situation at all. He did not dare to stay here for a long time. He quickly pulled out the Mace of Heaven from the corpse and held the demon-suppressing sword as an amulet:

"Let's go quickly. , there are goblins in this place."

"Gu~"

The coal ball was very well-behaved. Upon seeing this, he picked up the roast rabbit from the campfire, followed it with flapping wings and jumped behind him, and disappeared into the endless rainy night.

As each person and one bird left, the camp became silent, and the gloomy atmosphere in the mountains gradually disappeared.

It seems that some invisible thing followed Xie Jinhuan and left the old tomb in the mountains...