Master does not ride a dragon

Chi Shuhuan shook his head, his doubts suddenly disappeared, and he lay back very relieved, "Cuiyun, my back hurts!"

Regardless of people's ghosts and demons, everything is open and honest, this is Lu Ju's way.

But where did Sikong Hu get the confidence to summon his soul?

It is not difficult to summon the soul, but the summoning of the soul attracts fluctuations in the demonic energy. When the time comes, he will fight the Liangxiang with the elders of Shushan who are moved by the wind?

In the end, Sikong Hu was surprised and said: "What are you afraid of, they really chased me, can I not run with long legs?"

It was only then that Chi Shuhuan realized that even if Sikong Hu was thrown away by Lu Ju, he still protected his weaknesses. Even if he fought hand to hand with the elders, Sikong Hu would not let his master make things difficult.

This is simply a secret love affair that can be recorded in history, Chi Shuhuan chose to shut up and be as silent as Cuiyun, and got up to catch ghosts with Sikong Hu.

The streets and alleys were completely silent, and after midnight, the brand-new coffin had rotted again, exuding the rotten smell of vegetation.

Sikong Hu knocked on the coffin, waited for a long time, still silent, quickly gave up communicating, made a trick and slapped the coffin board, "Come out."

Three streams of black air were dragged out of the coffin's gap with a "swipe", and were photographed by the three yellow talismans that followed, turning into three figures with white faces and green lips, kneeling on the ground.

The three ghosts were wearing crew clothes, their voices were hoarse, and there was a big hole in their chest, which seemed to be still oozing blood, and there was a damp cold from the inside out, screaming one by one: "Wang Haichen! Wang Haichen is still alive! Wang Haichen Come back!"

This is interesting. When Wang Haichen was alive, they didn't come to beg for his life. When Wang Haichen died, they did it instead. It can be seen that it is unreasonable for people to be afraid of ghosts, and it is true that ghosts are afraid of people.

Sikong Hu yawned, leaned on the wooden plank and jumped back, sat on the coffin plank outside the king, raised his chin contemptuously, "Are you the leader?"

The leader didn't answer, and clasped his throat with his long nails stained with sea mud, forcing himself to let out a sharp cry.

Sikong Hu and Miss Wang folded their arms and watched coldly, while Chi Shuhuan and Miss Wang hid in the back to watch the excitement.

The sky was dark, and at this time a wind suddenly blew up, and the salty, damp and cold sea breeze rushed in, accompanied by the rustling sound of breaking wind.

The black wind and damp waves roared through the quiet streets of Liangxiang, and condensed into a translucent figure of ten sailors in front of Wang Yuanwai's house. The rough and rough cloth was covered with mud and sea fish, and the huge wounds on the chest and limbs were still wet.

Sikong Hu didn't say a word, he folded his arms and waited.

It wasn't until the cold rustling sound stopped, and the souls of ten sailors got out of the way, that the last "person" came forward, cupped his hands slightly, "It's Xialiu Shangyuan."

Compared with those rough ghosts in ragged clothes, this Liu Shangyuan was quite human. Although there were a few bloodstains on the uniformly long and pale ghost face, his expression was quiet and bookish. He was wearing the blue shirt of a scholar, but his killing spirit was obvious, and the general was the general.

It seems that these crew members are not serious crew members. They are generals under General Liu's command in all likelihood. Only then will the soul come back to life—— After all, this matter should really be blamed on Sikong Hu.

Sikong Hu raised his chin, and asked appreciatively, "What grievances?"

Liu Shangyuan pondered for a while, "If you say that the people under your command are wronged, you are underestimating the humiliation, and you shouldn't have mentioned it too much. But since the young man asked about the wrong, I will talk about the wrong."

Miss Wang wanted to kick this ghost's pretty face, and immediately couldn't help but yell: "What wrong do you have? My father was innocent all his life, but in the end he was stigmatized by you out of thin air. Who should I tell about my father's wrong?! "

Liu Shangyuan looked at her very calmly for a while, looked away, and said softly: "It seems that Wang Xiang didn't intend to tell the truth until his death. It would be rude to expect Wang Xiang's courage in the past."

The meaning behind the words is that Wang Haichen harmed these people in the "Three Dianjin" back then.

Chi Shuhuan was going to be annoyed by the sourness of literati, so he slapped the coffin, "Can you just speak up if you have something to say?"

Liu Shangyuan lifted the lid of Miss Wang's oolong tea, closed his eyes and sniffed it for a while, and said softly: "Miss, I have been fighting with Wang Xiang all the year round. Although I have never met you, I often hear Wang Xiang mentioning the wisdom of my only daughter. It's a pity. Not to see each other until death."

He straightened up sadly, glanced at the swaying human-shaped mist behind him, and sighed for a long time, "It's been so long, how long has it been? 30 years or 40 years? I can't remember... They are all heroes..."

Liu Shangyuan is not a storyteller, but a reasonable person.

30 or 40 years ago, Wang Haichen was still the emperor's teacher with great power.

The struggle between the government and the opposition has never subsided, and there are even more Japanese pirates making rebellions in the four seas, the border is restless, and there are hungry people on the road.At this moment, the little emperor took Chen Guifei, who was on the tip of his heart, back to Lingnan to visit his relatives.

The pirates are the most severe overseas in Lingnan, and the imperial concubine is not a fuel-efficient lamp. , there are some unreasonable reasons in the little head, not only can the little emperor not be able to hold her down, but he was pressed and beaten by her several times.

After much deliberation, the little emperor was overwhelmed, so he had no choice but to allow Luzi Taiye's noble concubine to return to the Demon Cult as the leader.

He returned to the court by himself and ordered Wang Haichen to form a fleet of sea ships to incorporate Chen Guifei's brother-in-law—that is, General Liu Uehara.

Liu Shangyuan went to sea to fight against the Japanese, and every time he came back, five or six years passed.

Liu Shangyuan, Wang Haichen, and Fusang Japanese pirates fought fiercely with gunboats on the East China Sea for ten days, and they were still unable to retreat after exhausting all their plans. When they were stalemate, a group of pirate ships quietly floated out of the sea fog, and the black front flag was blowing into the wind. Swaggeringly, the artillery fires, sinking several Fusang ships in an instant!

On the ship's side, there was a figure in red clothes hunting around, carrying a long knife with a gap unparalleled in heaven and earth. It was Chen Guifei, the pirate leader who sneered at the sages, and led the demon cultists to the battlefield at sea.The light of the knife turned and the light of blood surged. In one day, the vastness of the East China Sea was filled with blood of the enemy, and the bones of three gold and stones were piled up!

The Battle of Liangxiang Port was a hearty battle, but in this way, things became extremely complicated. The victory of the royal family was brought about by the folk demon sect, which was intolerable to almost all people in the court.

People in the court have always done things like this, making rules to cocoon themselves, but ruling the way of the world has fallen into a deep hole.

Wang Haichen had protected the little emperor for most of his life, and without hesitation for a moment, he turned his head and drove away Liu Uehara's warship.The soldiers on board fought back with all their strength, but were not driven out, but were sunk instead.

The name of the battleship "Fei Peng" was actually a long-term agreement between the three of them, and it sank into the sea with all the silent memories on the deck.

People cannot be resurrected after death, Hai Bo's lingering sound captured the capital, and there was only a faint lingering wave.

The little emperor had been amiable and happy all his life, but this time he touched the bottom line and was really angry. The anger of the emperor was unreasonable, and it was just enough to pull Wang Haichen off his horse.

The stars in the night sky are fading, the moon is fading, and the wind is howling.

Most of the residents in the city were woken up by the strong wind in the middle of the night. Thinking of the recent rumors, they all gathered outside the gate of the palace, relying on the two ascetics inside, they were not very afraid of ghosts.

Liu Shangyuan stared at the gentle water vapor under the tea cover, and the pupils of his long-dead eyes couldn't see any light, "I am a person who follows the tide, and my lifelong ideal is to fulfill this life and rush to reincarnation. But they are different. Don't dare to boast that in the universe, this ship full of soldiers at least protected the people of Liangxiang. The hero was wronged until his death, and he couldn't even be reincarnated. Dare I ask the eldest lady, is this considered wronged?"

The grievance is so far, the soul can't go, and the living can only hope that the living will set up a shrine and engrave their name. In this way, they will be forgiven, and maybe one day they will be able to disperse into the six realms of reincarnation.

The room held its breath, Miss Wang lowered her eyebrows, and suddenly raised her voice: "Come on, close the door!"

The door was closed at the sound, blocking the curious eyes of the street, Miss Wang turned her head, "You two, please do it. It's a matter here, and I will thank you very much."

Sikong Hu sat on the coffin board with his hands propped up, with no expression on his face, "how?"

Miss Wang said: "Excuse me."

Sikong Hu stared at her silently for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, pointing his toes, stood up high on the coffin, and said loudly: "Ghost matters, human trial!"

Trial of ghosts in the world? !

Black and red demonic energy overflowed from between the index fingers, pointed to the sky awe-inspiringly, and drew a spell with the magical energy amidst the sound of falling tiles, the pattern went back and forth, and the center was faintly bleeding red, which made the roof "bang" "The ground was lifted, followed by the high gate of the courtyard wall, and the eyes and tongue of the living were re-entered.

Chi Shuhuan cried out: "Sikong, no!"

Standing on a high place, Sikong Hu looked at the people in the city and the ghosts in the city, "Say it again, what is wrong with you?"

The black-clothed boy's expression was cold and stern, his voice was so deep that no emotion could be heard, like a ghost judge who could cut the world with a knife and a pen.

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