The horse was abandoned and entered the mountain. On the first day, the accident happened when everyone was meditating on the spot.

A monk went to the dense forest in the middle of the night to relieve the disease. After releasing the water, he felt itchy legs. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito stopped between his legs, drinking blood. The monk killed the insect with a slap. Finally, he still used to nagging: "Damn it, I dare to slap your grandpa and me."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange sounds from the surrounding trees. The monk was shocked and suddenly remembered what Nangong Si had reminded him in front of the mountain. He was so scared that he didn't even have time to lift his pants up, so he ran away and shouted: "Help, Master! Help!"

It turned out that this person was a disciple who was with Huang Xiaoyue in Jiangdongtang. The loud voice of crying and calling her parents was like a huge rock entering a quiet pool, which caused a thousand waves. Everyone who were meditating quietly stood up one after another and saw a monk from Jiangdongtang running wildly from a distance.

The man was bare and shook his head, crying and running. Behind him were at least hundreds of black-skinned snakes, several of which had wrapped around his legs.

Huang Xiaoyue said in surprise: "Disciple?"

Nangong Si said: "Don't go over!"

The disciple rushed over with tears in his eyes, but more and more snakes climbed up. He finally stumbled to the ground and cried, "Master! Master! Save me!"

Huang Xiaoyue was originally going to help, but Nangong Si said: "This snake is transformed from the dragon's whiskers of an evil dragon. If you kill one, it will become two. The more you kill, the more you will be, and you will be extremely revenge. If Master Huang is not afraid, go up and face the battle."

When Huang Xiaoyue heard this, she immediately became timid, but she muttered: "The overall situation is the most important, the overall situation is the most important." She watched her disciples be swallowed by the tide of black snakes. The man rolled in the tide of snakes and twisted in pain. The tide of snakes had completely covered him and turned into a black low hill. The low hill was shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the tide scattered, there was no bone left except a pool of blood...

As soon as this happened, no one said a little nonsense during the last day.

Too much words will lead to mistakes, which is a truth that everyone knows.

Xue Zhengyong even cursed himself and Xue, for nothing else, because the father and son were too happy on weekdays. If they muttered "dog stuff", they would probably become the Chinese food for the snakes in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was cautious in their words and actions, and finally, late at night on the third day, they passed through Panlong Mountain and came to the heroic tomb of the Rufeng Sect, under Jiaoshan.

The barrier of Jiaoshan is different from that of Huangshan. Jiaolong is disgusted with deception, so the barrier is transparent and does not use any tricks to deceive. You can clearly see the scene of the foothills from the outside.

Jiang Xi looked at the situation in front of him and asked, "Is this the bone burial place for the heroes of the Confucian style generation?"

The moonlight shone on Nangong Si's face. He was silent for a while and said, "Not bad."

Jiaoshan was transformed by the demon dragon. After the first leader of the Rufeng Sect subdued this dragon, he set a blood contract with him, so that he could turn it into a mountain to protect the heroic souls and treasures, ancestral temples and ancestral halls of the Rufeng Sect for generations.

Since Nangong Si can remember, he would follow his father to visit the tombs here every winter solstice. When he came, he could see endless magnificent white marble steps. The dark city guards who had already stood guard on both sides of the mountain road, with green cranes and fluttering clothes.

"Welcome to the young master."

He could still hear the rumbling whistle in his ears, and everyone knelt down. He walked up the mountain road and saw his father who was preparing for the sacrificial ceremony at the top of the ancestral temple.

"Young Master Nangong, let's avoid being sad about spring and autumn. The war is imminent. You should open the barrier as soon as possible so that we can go in and kill the demons and defend the road."

Nangong Si turned his head and said that the person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue.

At the heyday of the Confucian style sect, even if Nangong Si had a whim, he would not dare to say anything if he had no reason to give him a dozen slaps.

Today, I can brag and glar at him in front of his ancestral tomb and show off my power.

Nangong Si endured it, and he had to endure it.

The princess bites molars and she has to endure it even though she tries to endure it.

"Everyone retreated a little." He said, and came to the mountain gate alone.

There were two tomb-suppressing gods cast by evil spirit stones on the left and right, and their toes were as big as a child of five or six. The two statues were on three sides, either kind or angry, holding magic weapons with their hands and ringing their arms. But strangely, these statues were usually wide open with leopard eyes, but their eyes were closed and their eyebrows were frowning, which looked a bit weird.

Nangong Si didn't blink, and his sleeve arrow pierced his fingertips, drew a spell on the evil spirit stone, and then said: "Nangong Si, the seventh generation of the Confucian Feng Sect, is the originating blood clan, and worships him."

Boom-

The earth shook.

A rare and strange person exclaimed: "I opened my eyes! That statue!"

Mo Ran stood in the crowd and looked up.

If the situation wasn't tense, he really wanted to tell that person: It's not that statue, it's those two statues.

The two tomb-suppressing gods, one left and one right, opened their eyes. The eyes were amber and their pupils were narrow, like snakes' eyes.

The statue on the left slowly spoke, and the sound was like a bell, and there was a buzzing sound: "Nangong Si, can you remember it carefully, the Seven Rings of Confucian Style?"

Nangong Si said: "Greedy, resentment, killing, adultery, stealing, and plundering are seven things that I cannot do with the Confucian gentleman."

Behind Huang Xiaoyue sneered: "What you say is better than what you sing."

Not only Huang Xiaoyue, many people are talking in their hearts that these seven things are really the biggest irony to the Confucian style sect today.

The statue on the right opened its mouth, and its voice was distant, as if it had come from eternity: "Nangong Si, there is a mirror hanging high above and a vast yellow spring below. Can you walk in the world without any shame?"

"Good guilty."

These two paragraphs are questions and answers that Nangong Si has been recording since childhood. No matter who is from the Nangong family, as long as they step into the hero's tomb, they must first go through these two questions and answer these two answers.

The first ancestors of the Confucian School set up these two questions, in fact, hoping that when the descendants of the family would be able to remember the teachings of their ancestors and reflect on themselves when they went up the mountain to worship.

At this moment, Nangong Si couldn't help but wonder, did his father come here to worship every winter solstice and answer these two questions, and had he ever had a touch or a guilty feeling when answering these two questions?

I will still treat this question and answer as a machine-covered key and a talisman that opens the barrier of Jiaoshan, that's all.

The barrier has been opened.

The two stone statues that were originally standing suddenly shook slowly, changed their postures, and finally became like kneeling down on one knee on one knee on the left and right.

"Please respectfully, the master will enter the mountain."

Nangong Si stood with his back to everyone for a while, and no one could see the expression on his face, even Ye Wangxi.

Only Nao Baijin whimpered in his arrow pouch, and his snow-white claws poked out, stomping the edge of the arrow pouch: "Miwu, Miwuwu--"

"Come in."

Nangong Si finally fell into these three concise words, and then took the lead and stepped into the Jiaoshan Mountain area.

Xue Zhengyong untied his curse of silence and asked, "Do you still need to be careful about your words and actions here?"

"No need." Nangong Si said, "I did it in the area of ​​Panlong Mountains. In fact, it was to prevent some people who were malicious about the Confucian Party from entering the mountain. When they arrived here, the dragon decided that the visitor should not be the enemy, so they would not care about the words."

But even though he said this, many people were still worried and refused to speak more. They just followed Nangong Si to the mountain without saying a word. Each time three hundred meters, there were two totem stones of the twelve zodiac signs, one was the male and two rats, then two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and two male and female ox, tiger, and rabbit... From the middle of the mountain, it was the place where heroes of the Rufeng Sect buried their bones.

These heroes made contributions in their lives, from low to high, and went up one after another, and slept on Jiaoshan forever.

The first thing they came to was the lowest level of bone burial place.

There is an eight-foot-high piece of white jade standing here, with a shiny radiance on it, engraved with a personal name, and four handwritten books "The Soul of Loyalty" are left on the top.

"I heard that the people buried here are loyal servants who died in the Nangong family for generations." Xue Meng whispered to Mo Ran, "There will always be a thousand-degree number."

He said it was right. This mountain area is densely filled with tombs, and there is no end to see.

Shi Mei said worriedly: "What should we do if all these thousands of servants get up? The servants of the Nangong family are all good at it, and I'm afraid they can be entangled for a while."

Xue Meng hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shh, you're crazy, hurry up, spit, don't crow--"

Mo Ran said gloomyly next to him: "I'm afraid it's really not a crow's mouth."

"Hey, dog thing, where are you going?"

Mo Ran didn't care about Xue Meng. He left the army directly, walked to the front of a loyal soul tomb, half-kneeled down, and looked at it carefully.

The hero tombs of the Rufeng Sect are different from ordinary funerals. They do not have tomb seals, but use a translucent jade coffin. Like the thick ice surface, half of the coffin is sunk underground, while the coffin surface is directly exposed outside. Therefore, the burial place looks like continuous jade belts, emitting crystal light under the moonlight.

This cold jade is similar to the mortal coffin of the Frost Sky Hall of the Top of Life and Death. It can preserve the corpse without rotting and immortality, just like before his death. Mo Ran looked down at the coffin in front of him. The burial tombs would not be taken too carefully. Therefore, there was a thick layer of gray on the surface of the coffin of the jade coffin. Mo Ran could only vaguely see the outline of the deceased below, unable to see the facial features clearly, and his figure seemed to be a woman.

He stared at the woman for a while, and his eyes were again following the coffin-

He felt that the coffin was a little wrong.

But he can't say exactly what's wrong.

He looked around and while no one was paying attention to him, he put his hand on the coffin, closed his eyes, and felt carefully...

Suddenly my palm trembled.

Mo Ran opened his eyes and looked extremely ugly.

There is indeed evil spirit in this coffin, but it is no longer rich. Zhenlong chess pieces are not inside... Did you think it is wrong?

"Mo Ran!" Xue Meng and the others were about to walk away and shouted at him from afar.

Mo Ran whispered to himself: "Now."

His slender hands rubbed the surface of the coffin inch by inch, rubbing the thick dust on it, trying to see the appearance of the woman below more clearly without opening the coffin.

As he wiped, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a detail in his eyes and stopped suddenly.

He knew something was wrong.

Accumulated dust.

The coffin is not covered with dust!

Except for the place he had just wiped, Mo Ran suddenly found that there was another place without dust - on the side of the coffin, there were four marks of varying lengths. He hesitated for a moment, reached for a while, and found that it happened to be a person crawling out from inside. Except for the thumb, the other four fingers would be placed!

Mo Ran's expression changed in horror. Just as he was about to stop everyone from going up the mountain, he suddenly felt a wet and cold air coming from front of him.

He looked up suddenly, suddenly facing a white face of a corpse.

A woman in a mourning dress squatted behind the tombstone and stared at him quietly.

The author has something to say: There is no small theater today, because tomorrow we will enter the decisive battle decryption volume, so there are only some warm reminders to nag~

1. The decisive battle volume has many reversals, and almost every character has secrets to be revealed. I hope that before you see the ending, you will not easily make a final decision on any character, and you may turn the tables.
To be continued...