Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 1 Who is crying at Lingshan Mountain again?

Huhu——

The north wind roars up from the sky!

All I saw on the Burial Mountain were snowflakes as big as a mat, blowing down to the loess platform piece by piece.

Outside the mountain, the gate of Chaoge city was broken, and the night strings fifty miles away were no longer heard; where are the eight hundred princes now, and who is crying at Lingshan again?

Woohoo——

Low cries of mourning came from the wind and snow in the night.

One after another, hideous and terrifying ghost shadows came from the distant snow and rushed towards the sacred mountain where eight hundred princes had once worshipped.

But the sacred mountain is no longer there, and only the towering burial mountains and tombs remain.

……

Buried in Shannan.

In the ancient city that was being submerged by the snow, every household had its doors and windows tightly shut, and no firelight could be seen. There was no one in the huge city, but strange cries of mourning could be heard from all directions, penetrating the raging snow and entering everyone's dreams.

At this moment, in the snowy night with cries of mourning everywhere, almost everyone woke up from their dreams in shock.

That strange mourning——

The sound was clearly heard by their ears, and their faces turned pale instantly.

It, they, come again...

Those pairs of wide-open eyes were filled with fear.

On the mottled city wall, the soldiers guarding the city not only heard eerie cries of mourning, but also saw hideous ghosts in sackcloth. Their faces turned pale instantly, and they stared with extremely terrified eyes.

"Evil ghost——"

An old soldier shouted in despair, turned around and ran madly, "It, they, are coming again..."

One after another, hideous ghosts in sackcloth rushed up the city wall with the raging snowstorm, making strange cries. The soldiers on the city wall turned into human skins, which fluttered in the snowstorm and quickly disappeared into the night.

puff-

Spears fell in the snow...

……

outside the ancient city.

An old ox cart came slowly from the east in the wind and snow, and its worn wheels made a squeaking sound as they rolled over the snow.

"Sir, there are evil spirits looking for food."

On the shaft of the left side of the ox cart sat a thin old man wrapped in a straw raincoat and a straw hat. When he saw the evil spirits rushing into the city in search of food with the wind and snow, he immediately became furious.

"I'll kill them!"

Before waiting for a response from inside the car, the old man pulled out a hatchet from under the shaft and rushed towards the ancient city.

At this time, an elegant middle-aged man got off the ox cart. He was holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand. He walked in the wind and snow with his hands behind his back, and his brows gradually furrowed.

An evil ghost wearing sackcloth and crying?

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he soon discovered that the evil ghost was not just looking for food, it seemed that looking for food was just a by-product.

They will all eventually run towards the dark mountains behind the ancient city.

The dark mountains are full of tombs, and there are yellow earth graves everywhere. There is no place for cows to lie down. There are more bones than soil underground. Some tombs are several feet high and dozens of feet in circumference, standing like a small mountain. Although they have experienced vicissitudes, they still have a majestic aura.

At the foot of the mountain, evil ghosts in sackcloth were kneeling and crying, and their eerie cries echoed through the night.

This scene shocked the middle-aged man.

“This mountain…”

He frowned and looked at the dark mountain. After pondering for a moment, he stepped up into the air step by step.

However, in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man stepped onto a thousand-meter high place against the wind and snow. Looking down, he unexpectedly saw a group of evil ghosts in sackcloth coming from all directions in the night with the wind and snow, kneeling respectfully at the foot of the burial mountain and crying.

The eerie ghostly aura enveloped the dark mountain, making people feel as if they were in the underworld.

Also, the strange sound of mourning pierced through the wind and snow, echoed through the night, and seemed to travel through time and space, calling for something.

"Sir, there are too many evil spirits."

An anxious voice with heavy breathing came from the city below.

The middle-aged man glanced down, then let go of the bamboo slips in his hand and let them fall, then walked down step by step to his original place.

The bamboo slips slowly opened as they fell.

A melodious sound of reading, accompanied by a mighty and majestic aura, suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

Rays of white light emanated from the bamboo slips and fell into the city. Zizizi——

The hideous and terrifying evil spirits seemed to be burned by a raging fire and turned into wisps of floating green smoke.

However, within a few breaths, all the evil ghosts in the city were killed, but this also angered the evil ghosts around them.

"Sir, these evil ghosts... why are they all wearing sackcloth and crying?" An old man in a straw raincoat came out of the city and asked in astonishment while looking around vigilantly.

The middle-aged man shook his head, his gaze fell on the dark mountains again, and his expression became solemn.

The mountains are dark and eerie, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

"Sir, what's wrong?" the old man in the straw raincoat asked puzzledly.

"There may be something terrible in the mountains..."

The middle-aged man took a sudden step forward, and seemed to turn into a towering mountain, standing between the ancient city and the dark mountains, blocking the evil spirits that were coming from the mountains.

"Great evil?!"

The old man in the straw raincoat's face changed drastically. He chased after him, holding the hatchet tightly, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Once the evil comes out, the bare ground will be thousands of miles away, and not even a blade of grass will grow!
The middle-aged man frowned, looked at the surrounding terrain, pointed to a relatively flat valley at the foot of the mountain, and said, "Let's build the academy here."

"Sir, are you sure it's here?" The old man in the straw raincoat asked after a pause.

"Come on the flag!"

But at this moment, the middle-aged man's face changed and he suddenly shouted.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the night sky and there was a violent shock.

A huge flag emitting white light, carrying a mighty and majestic aura, was breaking through the layers of clouds and mist and flying towards them.

"Put up the flag!"

The flagpole fell from the night sky and stood right at the entrance of the valley.

"Unfurl the flag!"

The rolled up flag suddenly unfolded as if it was hit by a strong wind.

In an instant, countless white lights burst out from the flag, like stars in the sky, illuminating the dark night sky within a radius of dozens of miles and enveloping the ancient city.

Wherever the white light goes, all evil spirits are reduced to ashes.

"Ow—"

The fierce beast hiding in the mountains roared in anger when he saw the Star Flag unfurling in the wind, staring coldly at the middle-aged man with his evil eyes.

Unfortunately, the light emitted by the Star Flag could not illuminate the dark mountains.

“Sir, in the abandoned tombs in the mountains, there may be some beggars who pick up offerings to fill their stomachs…” When the old man in the straw raincoat saw the Star Flag unfolded, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the dark mountain with some worry.

The middle-aged man nodded, pondered for a moment, and then walked towards the dark mountain.

"You stay and guard the Star Flag."

Just as the old man in the straw raincoat was about to catch up, the middle-aged man's voice came from the front.

"promise--"

The old man in the straw raincoat responded.

……

In the mountains.

It was pitch black, and filled with a strong eerie atmosphere.

When the middle-aged man stepped into the dark mountains, the strange mourning sounds that had been ringing in his ears seemed to become a little different.

He frowned and listened carefully.

The strange crying seemed to have turned into an ancient and sad call, which passed through layers of time and space and sounded directly in the depths of people's souls.

"…The clear river water has maples on it. My eyes look a thousand miles away, and my heart is broken by spring. My soul has gone and returned, mourning for the Shang Dynasty…"

Deep in the mountains.

In the completely black burial palace, inside an ancient bronze coffin that had been buried for who knows how many years, lay a young man who had been dead for who knows how many years.

Two tears were flowing on that pale and bloodless face, and his expression was full of deep sadness.

At some point, he slowly opened his eyes, pushed open the coffin lid with both hands, and walked out of the black burial palace...

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