There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

The gate tower of this city gate is the highest place in the entire city, and it was only when they reached the gate tower that they discovered that there was actually a person standing there.

Wide-sleeved gown, gorgeous clothes dragging to the floor, swaying figure, just like a beautiful woman with a beautiful face...a ghost.

"Presumably, you are the source of Hundred Ghosts Crying at Night." Ye Qinghe didn't show any timidity, and stepped forward directly, calling the other party's identity.

Hearing Ye Qinghe's voice, the man turned his head slowly. There was a rotten face hidden behind the long black hair and complicated hair accessories. There were three big holes in the eyes and nose, and the corners of the lips were still hooked strangely. After turning around, Ye Qinghe was really taken aback.

Ye Qinghe frowned and took off the cotton stuffed in his ears, and was about to speak when Han Zixi's indifferent voice came from behind: "Emperor Ji, why don't you show your true face?"

The frightening female ghost paused for a moment, and then let out a laughing sound, and the moment she laughed, all the ghosts outside cried and stopped abruptly.

The woman's frightening face instantly recovered, and she turned into a stunning beauty with bright eyes and kind eyes, but her eyebrows were slightly heroic, and she didn't look like an ordinary daughter.

Han Zixi called her Diji, and Ye Qinghe couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

The female ghost in Chinese clothes opened her sleeves, and her clear voice was full of strength: "I am the master of this city."

The owner of this city?

Ye Qinghe raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when Han Zixi behind him was born again: "She is Princess Changping. When the Great Wei Empire was established 1000 years ago, she led an army of ten thousand people to defeat the most powerful opponent at that time, Qiangdi." General Hengwu, the emperor at that time, the father of Princess Changping, built this city for her in order to reward her."

If it is someone else, even if they were the lord of this city before death, they have no right to say that they are the lord of Changping after death, but Princess Changping is different, this city was built because of her, no matter what is appropriate, this city will always be her.

However, why does Princess Changping, who has such a noble status, lead all these ghosts to cry here?

Probably seeing the doubts in Ye Qinghe's heart, Princess Changping's beautiful lips hooked slightly, showing a smile, and said: "When I defeated Hengwu, it was like breaking the most powerful gun of the Qiangdi, but breaking him is not the same. I wished, so after Hengwu died, I left the world with him, but my father did not allow my body to wander in another country, so he just brought me back to my hometown. I stood on the wall and watched every day, just for I can see Heng Wu again."

"Then what? Is your Hengwu here?" Ye Qinghe asked curiously.

Princess Changping slowly shook her head: "He can't get over. His body was buried in his hometown. No one brought his body here. He will never cross the border between Wei and Qiang Di."

"Then you have been waiting on this wall for 1000 years, why did you launch all ghosts to cry today?"

"Little fairy, you can't blame me." Hearing Ye Qinghe's question, Princess Changping seemed to have touched the most painful place in her heart. She nodded silently, and after a moment of silence, she said in a sad voice. : "I am the master of this city, and I am also the soul who guards this place. My mood will affect the mourning of all the dead here. I am not guiding them, but I cannot suppress the grief in my heart."

"Why? What happened?" Ye Qinghe asked with a frown.

Princess Changping raised her hands, put them on her chest, and said in a low voice: "Although I can't see Hengwu, I know he is still there. Just like me, he is also guarding his hometown. We are thousands of miles apart but we are still there." Looking at each other, this is already a very happy thing for me, just like when we met on the battlefield, even if the swords are facing each other, that is the only short time we can meet, and we all cherish it. "

"However, just yesterday, I suddenly couldn't feel the existence of Heng Wu, he was eaten."

Hearing Princess Changping's description, Ye Qinghe was stunned, his eyes widened in surprise: "How is it possible, who would eat a ghost that has a thousand-year lifespan?"

Princess Changping closed her eyes, she just shook her head lightly twice, and then a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

And at the moment when she was crying, the crying of all ghosts that had just stopped started again.

But this time, it seemed even worse than before.

The sound was so loud that Ye Qinghe couldn't bear it for a moment, so he quickly stuffed the cotton back.

But at this time, Han Zixi behind him reached out and pulled Ye Qinghe's sleeve, motioning him to follow her.

Ye Qinghe had lingering fears about the Princess Changping's cry of thousands of ghosts, so he followed Han Zixi and left.

After the two of them closed the city gate again, they walked towards the ruined temple. Ye Qinghe took out the cotton from his ear when they reached the gate of the ruined temple, and asked Han Zixi with a frown, "Why did you tell me to go? Crying together, she can't keep crying like this."

Han Zixi shook his head at him, and said: "People can't hear all ghosts crying together, only cultivators or ghosts can hear it, so even if she cries, it won't affect the people in the city, she's just sad Forget it, you can make her sad."

A woman who has been trapped in this city for thousands of years, looks at her lover from a distance, and it's fine if she can't see her, but now she suddenly feels that her lover has been eaten.

This sadness can only be resolved by all the ghosts crying together.

Ye Qinghe still felt something was wrong, frowned for a while, then turned around suddenly, and walked towards the city gate again.

The two tossed back and forth for a long time, at this time the sky had already cooled down, seeing Ye Qinghe turned back again, Han Zixi hurriedly stepped forward to pull Ye Qinghe, saying: "What are you doing back?"

"I have a friend who is still in Changping City. He and I are going to his house to do something. After the matter is over, I will help Princess Changping go to Qiangdi to see what happened to her lover, and then come back and tell she."

Han Zixi probably didn't expect Ye Qinghe to say that, after a moment of pause, the calm light suddenly disappeared.

He trembled imperceptibly, closed his eyes and slowly opened them, looked blankly at Ye Qinghe in front of him, and said, "Brother Ye? What are you doing standing here?"

Ye Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and quickly understood what happened just now. He stretched out his hand to help Han Zixi, and said in a low voice, "Go back and rest first, I have something to deal with."

"Oh, okay..." Han Zixi was extremely easy to get rid of, Ye Qinghe just said such a simple sentence, and he turned and went to the ruined temple.

Seeing Han Zixi's figure disappear into the ruined temple, Ye Qinghe turned around and took out the little paper figure from his chest, and asked in a low voice, "Hanshu, was that you just now?"

The little paper man lay in Ye Qinghe's palm and pretended to be dead.

Ye Qinghe still remembers that when he was in Beimang Mountain, Hanshu once borrowed a little paper figurine to transform into a real body, and he once talked to Ye Qinghe with the technique of whispering into his ears, so it is completely wrong not to answer Ye Qinghe's question now. on purpose.

He was also more sure that Han Zixi must have a certain connection with Hanshu's body, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Thinking of all this, Ye Qinghe couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

Hanshu, oh Hanshu, how many secrets do you still have?