Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Ambergris floated over the hall.

Jing Fengyun stood aside, pinching off a petal of the golden orchid flower with his hand.The edges of the petals have curled up a bit, and the dark yellow color makes it eye-catching.The young monarch let go of his hand, and the petals fell to the ground.

"The flowers are going to wither." Jing Fengyun was wearing a long red dress, with his hair curled up casually, different from the usually calm and expressionless monarch, on the contrary, he looked like a young man who grows grass and loves flowers.

"When it fell the first leaf, I thought it was beautiful and fragrant in the past, and thought that even if it couldn't be placed in the main hall, there are no outsiders in this side hall, and I would not dislike it if I enjoy the flowers alone. At the same time, I ordered people to take good care of it, thinking It should live up to my expectations. But now, the flowers are rotten."

Jing Fengyun turned around and looked at Liang Heng who was kneeling below: "Tell me, what should I do?"

Liang Heng knelt for more than half an hour. At this time, his eyes met the monarch, and he didn't dodge or hide: "I don't know."

Jing Fengyun picked up the cup on the table and sipped it lightly. Hearing this sentence, his hands paused: "What do you call yourself?"

Liang Heng's back was straight, like a hard stone eroded by wind and frost.

Jing Fengyun's eyes were sharp, and he threw the cup in his hand in front of him, making a clinking sound, and the white porcelain shards flew out, and one piece brushed Liang Heng's face, leaving a bloodstain.

The two fell silent.

Jing Fengyun closed her eyes, and when she finally opened them, all the anger just now disappeared, only the emperor's calmness and strategy.

"Flowers that are dying, don't mind."

With a light sweep of the wide sleeve, the pot of golden orchids that had grown for many years fell to the ground, and the multicolored porcelain pot was torn apart, just like the teacup.

Liang Heng slowly closed his eyes, put his hands on the ground, knocked his head lightly on the cold floor, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Jing Fengyun walked down: "Ten generations of loyal ministers of the Liang family, but you have been favoritism again and again. What do you think should be the crime?"

Liang Heng fell on the ground, speaking weakly: "Death crime."

Jing Fengyun's eyes changed slightly, and he bent down to touch Liang Heng.Liang Heng raised his head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were distracted.

Liang Heng's voice had already dropped: "I deliberately let the bloodthirsty man go, so he should die as an apology."

Jing Fengyun held his shoulders tightly, with fire in his eyes: "You are going to die here because of him?"

Liang Heng smiled: "I know too much. If I don't become your servant, I will only die. But I don't want to wait for you to die. Why don't I take a step ahead, and I will be consummated."

After her thoughts were spoken, Jing Fengyun turned her back and took a deep breath: "What are you doing for?"

No answer.

Liang Heng's panting became louder and louder, and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth flowed beautifully all over the floor.

"If you don't want to be an official in the court, you should have left in the first place." Jing Fengyun said coldly.

I want to be a loyal minister and have a confidant.

Liang Heng opened his mouth to speak, but found that the poison had penetrated into his internal organs, and he couldn't even speak.

When Mu Shaohe came back, he thought of the three of them walking together, talking about their love in the past, but time passed, and they were already strangers; later, accidents happened frequently, and there was nothing he could do to keep his friends.

Among the three of them, it seemed that he was the only one who missed the friendship they had with each other in the past.And that immature time from five to 15 years old is not worth the tempering of fifteen to 25 years old.In the end, I realized that the ruler and his ministers are ruthless, and the world is unpredictable. After all, I was naive.

Liang Heng smiled, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

Jing Fengyun looked at the resplendent dragon chair in front of her with her hands behind her back, without making a sound.He walked up to the potted flower, knelt down and stroked the leaves.

A drop of crystal fell on it, rolled a few times, and slid to the ground without a trace.

"My lord, Mr. Mu has arrived in Changle and said he has something to see!" There was a report outside the door.

"Let Lord Mu wait for me in the Xihang Hall."

Jing Fengyun stood up and strode past Liang Heng's body.

When he reached the door, he stopped suddenly.

Finally, when he opened the door and went out, he said to the guard: "Issue a document to inform that Mr. Liang Hengliang is seriously ill for the king. He died without treatment, and he will be buried with honor!"

The guard glanced at the situation in the hall, didn't dare to think deeply, lowered his head, and left in a hurry.

Jing Fengyun met Mu Wenjian in Xihang Hall.

Mu Wenjian said that he helped the monarch find a powerful warlock.

Jing Fengyun rubbed his brows, looking tired: "I want a warlock, what is it for?"

Mu Wenjian: "Help you."

As he said that, Mu Wenjian pointed to himself: "A fool like him will be muddy no matter how he is raised, but I am different."

Jing Fengyun said solemnly: "Who are you?"

Mu Wenjian showed a strange smile: "The world raises idlers, and all gods cast one ghost."

It is still raining on Wanshen Mountain.

"Mu Shaohe!" Mei Jinxing yelled, Mu Shaohe let go, and Bai Xue fled from him in a hurry.

The real Mu Shaohe overlapped with the dream Mu Shaohe, and Mei Jinxing was restless, so she could only maintain her composure, and stepped forward and said, "We have to get out of here."

It's just that Mu Shaohe's deep and cold eyes, his condescending scrutiny, and his strange expression, each of which made Mei Jinxing's heart sink a little.

Mei Jinxing cautiously grabbed his hand, the smelly and slippery one touched, Mei Jinxing didn't care, just looked into his eyes: "Do you still recognize me?"

Mu Shaohe also stared at him, but kept silent.

Seeing that his demeanor was different from before, Mei Jinxing knew that something must have happened to him, and her heart trembled.Seeing that he didn't resist his closeness, he took his hand and walked a few steps forward.

Mu Shaohe followed and walked a few steps.

Mei Jinxing calmed down a bit, and said, "Bai Xue, go find the blood dragon, let's go."

Bai Xue chirped and circled in the air.

They were on the edge of the cave, and there were corpses of snakes and insects all over the place.It's just that a little further away, there are still rustling sounds, beating people's eardrums.

There was wind blowing behind Mei Jinxing's neck, and Mu Shaohe leaned into his neck from behind, a little intoxicated: "You smell so sweet."

This sentence shocked Mei Jinxing's heart. When he turned his head, Mu Shaohe held his mouth and began to bite. Mei Jinxing's tongue was bitten off, and the smell of rust filled his mouth.

Mei Jin was about to pull the person away, panting continuously, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Mu Shaohe pressed his head and licked the blood from his mouth.

"You can't eat these things. I want to eat you." Mu Shaohe hugged him like a person who had been thirsty for many days and found water.

Mei Jinxing was restrained by him, but she couldn't get out of it, and comforted him: "You can do whatever you want." Seeing that Mu Shaohe wanted to bite off his own flesh, he said, "You want to drink blood and give it to you. If you want to eat meat and give you meat, everything I have is yours, but the premise is that you go outside with me, and I will give you whatever you want."

Bai Xue found the right time from the Gu crowd, grabbed the little blood dragon that was huddled in the corner, and flew over quickly, calling out loudly at the same time.

The other Gu, which were just about to move, launched an attack, like a tide rushing toward Mei Jinxing and the others.

When Mu Shaohe heard the movement behind him, he let go of Mei Jinxing, his murderous look couldn't be suppressed, and he turned to meet her.

Mei Jinxing was shocked, and rushed forward to grab him: "What are you doing?"

Mu Shaohe raised the corner of his mouth, knocked him to the ground, rushed into the voodoo group, and started fighting with the strangely shaped voodoo.

Wanshen Mountain was shrouded in darkness, and it rained continuously for seven days, and the amount of rain was gradually decreasing.

There was no lighting in the cave, but it was still as bright as day.But now, it is darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mei Jinxing kept calling Mu Shaohe's name, but it didn't work, so she gritted her teeth and rushed in.

During the march, Mei Jinxing only knew that he was bitten by something on his body a lot, he ignored it, and only saw the sharp, beastly figure in front of him.

Mu Shaohe had gone mad, he didn't care about the wounds on his body, and he killed more and more happily.When he was about to bite off a snake with his mouth, someone hugged him tightly at the back.

Mei Jinxing's body was covered with voodoo, they seemed to be very interested in his blood, they kept biting his body and sucking his blood.

"Mu Shaohe, are you going?"

Mei Jinxing's strength seemed to be sucked away, but she was still making the last effort.

Mu Shaohe turned around and looked at him coldly.

Mei Jinxing sighed softly, and the strength of her arms increased a bit.

"If you don't leave..."

Mei Jinxing raised her head, her face was ashen and blood-stained, the scars on her face were lightly imprinted on it, the corners of her mouth were curled up, weak and beautiful: "We've been together like this."

Mu Shaohe froze. He closed his eyes and covered his head with a painful expression. The snake caught by him opened its mouth to bite, and he subconsciously waved his hand away.

Mei Jinxing had already passed out, and countless voodoo were pressing on him, biting each other in order to compete for his blood.

The temperature around his waist was gone, Mei Jinxing fell to the ground, Mu Shaohe opened his eyes, and his eyes were already familiar with Qingming.Bearing countless Gu, he picked up Mei Jinxing and staggered towards the exit.

Bai Xue and Xuelong had been waiting there, seeing someone coming from a distance, and kept yelling.

While Mu Shaohe was trying to maintain his sanity, he allowed the attack of the Gu to attack, and the cave was almost plunged into darkness, with only a faint light in front of them guiding them.

Tens of thousands of Gu surrounded them, Mu Shaohe smiled ugly, lowered his head and kissed Mei Jinxing's forehead: "Live well."

Then he shouted: "Blood Dragon!"

The originally dying blood dragon swelled up in an instant. Although it was much smaller than its largest form, it still jumped over bravely.Mu Shaohe struggled to the nearest place, bleeding profusely from his body, staining him into a bloody man.With all his strength, he threw the person in his hand out. The blood dragon engulfed Mei Jinxing, rubbed heavily on the ground to bleed, and then catapulted towards the bright and smooth place.

Seeing that delicious food was gone, many Gus chased after it.

The light at the exit was gradually shrinking, and Bai Xue let out an anxious and sharp cry outside.

In just a short moment, the cave has fallen into the most hopeless darkness.

On Wanshen Mountain, the layman in the bamboo forest looked up at the sky and stretched out his hand, but there was no more rain.

The time of confinement has come.

After Mei Jinxing woke up, she was like crazy. She was about to jump into the well when she broke free from the Zhulin layman, but was restrained by the Zhulin layman.

"Brought out by the blood dragon," Zhulin Jushi didn't look good towards Mei Jinxing, but seeing him like this made him even more sad, and stuffed a rag into Mei Jinxing's hands, his voice hoarse after crying, "I didn't look."

Mei Jinxing took the cloth and looked at it carefully in the sun, then hugged it and sat until night.

When Master Zhulin came to see him again, Mei Jinxing had returned to normal, and could even take the wild fruit with a smile and eat it with relish.

Layman Zhulin was dissatisfied, but he was not in the mood to say anything about him.

Early the next morning, the Zhulin layman woke up, and Mei Jinxing, Bai Xue, and Xuelong were all gone.

The river of time will never stop turning for you.

A lot is going on somewhere, with someone.

Not long after the incident at Wanshen Mountain, after ten years in Jingnan, he finally had a national teacher—although there were not many warlocks left in Jingnan at this time, but on the bright side, Jingnan was the same as before, and the suffering of warlocks was also the same. Only take it into the underworld to lick it alone; the Zhulin layman returned to Kongwen Mountain, only to find a piece of burnt ruins and a charred corpse. The Zhulin layman who had just lost his junior brother and lost his master, he hugged the corpse and cried Can't help myself......

But for millions of people, these things are other people's business, and they are irrelevant to themselves.

In the fourth year of having a new national teacher in Jingnan, Beihuai also had its own national teacher.

It is said that this mysterious national teacher has detailed insights into witchcraft, as if all the books on magic are reflected in his mind.But he never went to court, he just led a group of black-clothed envoys bestowed by the monarch, wandering around the world.

A minister once asked the Beihuai monarch what the national teacher did.

The monarch said: "He is looking for something."

The minister asked, "What is it?"

The monarch pondered: "It is something that changes fate against the sky."

Another three years passed.

On a snow-capped mountain.

"My lord, I found it!" Meng Yan faced the wind and snow, ecstatically.

Hearing the words, the young man in the white fox cloak nodded slightly, and didn't rush over there, just letting others inquire.

"very soon."

He stood on the top of the mountain, like the frost of Aoxue, standing horizontally between the sky and the earth, and the whispers scattered with the wind.

The young man in long gown has a low voice, like pure brew that has been fermented for thousands of years.

Jiang Ling's eyes were red again after hearing the story, and asked: "Is this the finale of the story? This ending is not good."

The young man in long gown seemed to have heard something interesting, and smiled: "What's wrong, I'll fix it."

Jiang Ling: "A lover should get married eventually."

The young man in long gown smiled handsomely, holding a rolled up book in his hand, fanning it around like a fan, with a chic and coquettish posture, which stunned Jiang Ling.

"I will continue."

So Jiang Yan looked at him expectantly again.

"Spring goes to autumn, year by year, a generation is prosperous, and a dynasty rises and falls. Time is like a passerby, and a thousand years later, Mu Shaohe wakes up from a deep sleep..."

Jiang Ling met his eyes, those deep eyes seemed to drown people.

Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, feeling inexplicably shy.

What's more, there is unspeakable bitterness.

The young man in long gown approached Jiang Ling and said in a low voice, "His sweetheart is here."

[Volume Two Strange Stories in Jingnan End]

Volume Three: Eternal Mysteries