Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Looking at the man in white wearing a mask standing on the courtyard wall, Ge Nie was taken aback for a moment.

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Gu Nan was also stunned for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said.

"Xiao Nie."

She finally knew why Xiaolu and Huaxian laughed when they told her that a sword master from the palace had moved in next door.

Touching his forehead, he said to Gai Nie, "What are you doing?"

Gai Nie looked at the sword in his hand: "Try the sword, my original sword fell on the battlefield."

As for how he got there, Gai Nie didn't say anything.

Gu Nan coughed.

"Even if it's a sword test, you can't beat like this. How do you let the neighbors rest?"

"You have to know that everyone has not woken up in the morning, you are so noisy, what do you look like?"

"But for the sake of your business, let's forget it this time, and pay attention next time."

Gai Nie looked at Gu Nan and nodded.

He hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Gu Nan seriously and said, "Senior Sister, there are no neighbors around here, and it's already noon now."

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"Xiao Nie."

"Ok?"

"You really haven't changed at all..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Sister."

"No, I'm not complimenting you."

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In the mountains and forests outside Xianyang.

There is a small waterfall nearby, and the sound of the water rushing against the stones can be heard.

In the depths of the empty mountain forest came the distant singing of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the forest.

There was a sound of footsteps in the woods. It was someone walking on the fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground.

The sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves of the tree, illuminating the figure of the man.

It was a man with a stern face, wearing a black shirt, and a head of pale hair that made people look sideways.

He carried a wooden box on his back, and a long sword with a strange shape hung on his waist.

Standing by the stream, watching the stream fade away, he coughed muffledly, then continued to walk forward without making a sound.

He stopped slowly until he reached a clearing.

There were dead leaves falling on the open space, and a piece of wood stood there among the dead leaves, standing alone on the ground.

Three villains, one big and two small, are engraved on the wood.

The words of that year seem to be remembered in my ears.

"Okay, when the time comes, come back and have a look."

Standing in front of the wood, the white-haired man raised his mouth slightly, stretched out his hand, and put his hand on the wood.

It seems to be talking to himself.

"I've come back, so it's not a broken promise."

As he spoke, he drew out the long sword at his waist, pierced it into the soil, and dug slowly.

He didn't stop until a cloth bag appeared in the soil.

Putting the long sword aside, he also sat cross-legged on the ground without hesitation.

Carefully take the cloth bag out of the soil and untie it.

There are three sections of wood in the cloth bag.

He first picked up the first piece, which was his own back then.Looking at the writing on the wooden board, he raised his head for a while, as if chuckling, then shook his head again, then lowered his head again.

The second piece belonged to another person. He was silent for a while, and put it aside without looking at it.

Putting his hand on the third piece, he slowly picked it up with some hesitation, and he looked at the words on it.

There are four characters engraved on it, but unfortunately the first two characters seem to be unclear, only the last two characters can be seen clearly.

"Taiping..."

Sitting on the ground, the man opened his mouth and muttered softly.

He looked at those two words and thought of the person who wrote them.

People in the world call her a mourning general, call her a murderer, regard her as ominous, and avoid her.

But it is such a person who fights in the battlefield and kills a bloody path that can't be counted, but what he is looking for is these two words.

Is this the only reason for carrying the evil name of the world?

After a long time, a soft voice came from the forest and asked, "Is it worth it for such a world?"

Maybe he was asking the person who carved the words, or maybe he was asking himself.

The forest was getting darker, but it was almost night, the wind was soft, and the person sitting in the forest was still sitting there.

After a long time, he picked up the cloth bag in his hand and buried it back in the soil.

Picking up the piece of wood that fell to the side, his eyes fell on the three small figures, one big, two small, the carvings were really ugly.

The figure left with the sound of footsteps, and the robe was lightly swayed.

The fallen leaves in the forest flew down, and among the fallen leaves, only the wood stood there.

It's time to wait for the next person.