Brother is always slapping his face

The Taihe School was built on Mount Taihe, hence the name. The mountain is full of mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and rivers, pleasant climate, exotic flowers and evergreen all the year round.

There are more than 500 male and female disciples, and the nine peaks are side by side. There are various courses, and students are taught according to their aptitude. The male and female dormitories are not on the same mountain. They usually learn knowledge in the same classroom. When practicing swordsmanship, they can communicate with each other and learn from each other in the practice field.

After all, there are very few immortals who have achieved true results, and many disciples come here especially to learn from teachers, just to learn a skill, or to strengthen their bodies and cultivate their morality, so their age levels are uneven. There are disciples who study hard, such as Jia Jingyu, and disciples like Mo Zhannan who started late, and everyone is used to it.

The new disciples first need to spend a day to familiarize themselves with the environment. Mo Zhannan washed his clothes in the clean room in the morning. Now he has put away the jade crown and is dressed in the same uniform as the other disciples. The school uniform is blue and white, and his hair is in blue. With a bundle of hair, going to look around.

As for Jia Jingyu, he hurriedly raised his sword and left early in the morning, as if deliberately avoiding him.

Looking at the handsome face in the bronze mirror, it was somewhat similar to his original face, a handsome young man with brows like distant mountains and black eyes, eyes like glazed glass.Why is it annoying for no reason?

He didn't know anyone for the first time, and it happened that he also wanted to act alone, so he went out to check under the guise of being familiar with the environment.

The nine peaks of the Taihe sect are tied together, they learn from Master Xue Wenlin, but the master is a busy person, and there are not many apprentices, and the third apprentice, Jia Jingyu, has full authority to represent all matters large and small.

The Taihe sect has its own business store in Central China. There is a Wanfu Pavilion in each county, which undertakes various businesses such as helping people tell fortunes, exorcising evil spirits and avoiding disasters, naming newborns, seeking medical advice and medicine, etc. In addition to collecting tuition and living expenses for male and female disciples, It can be said that Wanfu Pavilion is the pillar industry of our sect, with a wealth of wealth, fame and fortune, and Master is busy with the business of the shop every day.

In fact, the place Mo Zhannan wanted to go the most was the place where the head of the house, Rong Weichuan, spent his life - the Haoran Residence of Jiudingfeng.

The spacious and bright hall of Jiudingfeng is the place where the masters discuss their affairs, but Haoranju is a restricted area of ​​the Taihe faction, and idlers are not allowed to approach.

I heard people say that Rong Weichuan is currently practicing in closed doors, and when he thinks of his name, the memory floods in like a flood, and Mo Zhannan is submerged quietly...

I still remember that back then, Rong Weichuan was dressed in a gray robe, with a fairy-like demeanor, eyes piercing, and with a wave of his long sword, the sword was awe-inspiring, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the former proud student. Sinner, you dare to have an affair with a witch, give birth to a wicked son, and insult the teacher, what should you do?"

And he said aggressively again: "Shaokun, if you draw a clear line with the witch and evil son now, you can still be lenient as a teacher."

The world is big, but there is no shelter for the three of them...

I still remember one time, when the lamp was like a bean, my mother drank some wine, cried and laughed in my father's arms, and said that today is the death day of the emperor's brother.

From her intermittent narration, Mo Zhannan heard something about his parents and uncle whom he had never met, and the love-hate entanglement between the three of them.

As the mother of the princess of the Demon Race—Qiangwei, her parents have already died. She is beautiful and brave, and she lives with her tribe in the mysterious Demon City.

Sometimes, when she is bored, she likes to quietly run to the world to play. One time, she ran to the world with her guards on her back, dressed in purple, elegant and refined, but this time, in order to save a wounded little fox, she In the process of casting spells for treatment, his identity was exposed.

By chance, Xu Shaokun, who was traveling down the mountain, caught her right away, grabbed her slender wrist, and said angrily, "Daughter of the demon clan!"

Qiangwei's pretty eyes turned around, and she was not afraid of danger. At this time, two aunts passed by them. Qiangwei had an idea, and opened her mouth: "The prodigal son, let go of this girl!"

"You..." After all, Wu Shaokun was a young man who hadn't experienced much in the world, and when she said this, he instantly blushed in embarrassment.

The two aunts stopped, pointed at them, and looked at him with contempt and condemnation.

Qiangwei took the opportunity to add fuel to the flames and confuse the public: "Let go of me, let me go, help! Help! Immortal monks are belittling good women!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wu Shaokun said at the top of his voice, his hands slightly relaxed, and he was slipped away by the cunning fox-like daughter of the demon clan.

We meet again, in a deserted village and a lonely grave, and a murderous corpse endangers the world.It is said that one day, a bolt of lightning struck the ancient corpse that had been sleeping for a hundred years, and the torrential rain washed away, revealing part of the coffin. Two tomb robbers, wearing coir raincoats, hats, and shovels, worked hard.

"No ghosts will come in this horrible weather..." a square-faced man said in a rough voice.

Another round-faced man continued: "It's better if no one comes. I've already inquired about it. The person buried in this tomb is a well-known local god stick. It has been buried for more than 200 years. When he was alive, there were many believers. It seems to be... …Seems to be……"

"I know..." The square-faced man interrupted: "Didn't you say that? What kind of kung fu did that magic stick practice? He went mad and died, didn't he?"

"That's right, that's the way it is said, oops, once a person gets old, his memory is very bad, and I will quit after I finish this vote."

"You know your destiny at the age of 50. It's too early. Maybe this ticket will make a big deal, and you won't want to stop."

"Hahaha, with your good words, let's dig quickly."

"Okay, the tomb of the god stick, don't tell me, maybe it is really a valuable treasure."

"Yes, yes."

The two of you touched each other, and for a moment, more than half of the mottled and old black coffin was exposed.

Looking at each other, the two people's eyes lit up, looking forward to it, they took out the chisel, and opened the museum to fetch things.

They opened the lid of the coffin smoothly with quick movements. The square-faced man was only in his thirties, and he was in his prime.

Suddenly, a thunder flashed across the sky, deafening.It happened to illuminate the inside of the dark coffin, and before I could take a closer look, a claw with hooked nails suddenly stretched out and grabbed the square-faced man's neck tightly.

Sudden drastic change, the round-faced man was so frightened that he cried for his father and mother, backed up quickly, fell to the ground inadvertently, splashed with mud and water.

Seeing his companion waving his hands, staring at his legs, there was a painful groan from his throat, the bamboo hat was also shaken off, and he was dragged into the coffin by the ghostly hand, and the coffin lid was closed with a swipe. Immediately afterwards, The sound of people punching and kicking in the coffin, struggling to die, thump, thud, thumping the coffin with all their might, sounds like urging their lives...

It was raining and the ground was muddy and slippery. The round-faced man climbed a few times, but his feet slipped and he didn't get up. He heard no more beating sounds from the coffin, and there was a dead silence. Rolling and crawling, using both hands and feet, escaped away.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin opened automatically, and a hideous ghost in a black Taoist robe sat up and threw the haggard square-faced man next to the running round-faced man, and then he stood in the coffin and turned around. Turning his extremely stiff head and neck, he rose up from the coffin.

"what……"

The ghost corpse was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food, three times, five times and two times, and it gnawed the round-faced man head-on, blood dripping and bloody.

He didn't stop until the round-faced man was dying, wiped the blood on his rotten face with his claws, straightened up, bared his teeth and claws, raised his head and screamed strangely, the rain flowed down the corners of his mouth, the sharp fangs trickled down slowly, the ghost turned his head suddenly, Smiling sensibly, he ran towards the shadows of the trees shaking in the rain, and the houses where the lights were on...

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