The bright moon sits on the ground

Drunken Huan Sect,? This small sect that frightens the righteous way, the head of the sect, ten wine-breeding girls,? Together with more than a hundred disciples,? They are used to doing whatever they want, crazy, doing whatever they want, disregarding human life, even using blood Drinking wine is only for the momentary enjoyment.

Nie Qiu never thought about the gods they enshrined, they turned out to be the sun god and the moon servant, and what surprised him even more was——

"Master Duan said that the gods you enshrined have 'woke up',? In other words,? Are they sleeping in the Zuihuan Gate?"

"This matter is a long story." Duan Que thought for a moment, felt that there was no need to hide this matter, and then explained, "The Zuihuan Gate was built decades ago. As for the opportunity for it to appear, It was precisely because the first sect master discovered a huge skeleton, which was too heavy to be taken away, so she centered on it and quietly established the Drunk Happiness Sect."

"I heard Hongling say something similar before." Chang Jinyu recalled, "She told me that the gods enshrined in Zuihuanmen are not the Buddha statues in temples that people understand. Hongling just drank it at that time Blood Wine, panting and laughing, asked me if it was raining outside, however, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly that day, so there was no sign of rain at all, so I thought she was talking nonsense."

He was also curious about why such a small sect like Zuihuanmen came into being.However, Drunken Huanmen has never welcomed men, and if you look at them more than once, your eyes may be gouged out, let alone step in, and only Zhou Ru has ever entered.

Fortunately, the incident happened suddenly this time, Duan Que came to Kunlun alone, and ten wine girls guarded the gate of Zuihuan, and did not follow.

Otherwise, when Hong Ling heard this sentence, she might look at Chang Jinyu with a half-smile, and wanted to settle the old score with him.

"The Buddha statues in the temple are all images imagined by ordinary people. They use the Buddha statues as a symbol and place their desires on them." Duan Que closed his eyes and said slowly, "However, the Buddha statues enshrined in the Zuihuanmen Gods do exist. We don’t know its name or where it came from, but there is no doubt that it is definitely not a product of the human world.”

When Duan Que took over the position of sect master, he was not very old.

She had never seen the former sect master, but only heard about it from other people. It seemed that she fell in love with a disciple of Luoyan sect.

Righteousness and evil have been incompatible since ancient times, and Zhengdao naturally refused to agree. In desperation, the two of them had no choice but to elope. Zhengdao chased for hundreds of miles, and only recovered a corpse, which belonged to the head of the Zuihuan Sect. I heard It was because the blood wine was cut off, the poison broke out, and he died in pain halfway——Drunken Huanmen broke into Luoyanmen, trying to get back the corpse, but someone who didn't know the origin got there first.

later?Later, I heard that the mysterious man fell off the cliff on that rainy night, and it was probably more or less ominous.

When the wine feeder mentioned this, she stopped talking.Her original intention was not to talk about that man, but to talk about the former sect master. For a man, she was willing to give up the blood wine, endure heart-piercing pain day and night, and finally ended up like this.

Drunken Huanmen is an abyss, and blood wine is the bait. Once you enter it, taste it, and become addicted, don't think about leaving it easily.

People in the world describe their behavior of drinking blood wine as drinking poison to quench their thirst. Duan Que thinks that it is actually very appropriate. Blood wine can bring short-term happiness, like stepping on a cloud, with one foot deep and the other shallow. After the feeling passed, there was severe labor pain, the throat was dry, and the scorching flames continued to burn the chest cavity, forcing them to drink the blood wine again to quench their thirst.

Can I not drink this wine?No, as long as you are in the Zuihuanmen, you will be entangled by that invisible and intangible thing, and your body will be in severe pain. You have to drink blood wine to get a moment of peace, and you will never be able to escape.

Duan Que took the two things that the wine-keeper handed her: a candle lamp, and the order of hiding light that symbolized the head of the sect.

She took these two things and walked into the secret passage without looking back. She knew that the secret door behind her had been closed, and a strong smell of blood rushed over her face, causing the blood wine in her stomach to churn wantonly. It also seems to be getting warmer.

With that little candlelight, Duan Que walked away for nearly half a cup of tea.

At the end of the road is a thick copper door with two depressions on the door, corresponding to the Order of Niguang and Order of Zangmang respectively.

Relying on her sporadic memory, she gently pushed the Hidden Light Token in her hand into the depression, and with a click, the token fit into it perfectly, and the door opened in response to the sound, revealing the indescribable and unspeakable things behind it that should not exist in the world. The scene unfolds.

If it is a person with a weak heart, seeing this scene, I am afraid that I am too frightened to walk, and I have to crawl back.

Duan Que just put the candle lamp on the ground, and the flickering flame flickered, casting a long and narrow shadow. She brushed off the thin dust on the futon, lifted the snow-blue skirt, and then sat down like this , raised his eyes to look at the thing in front of him.

It was a huge skeleton with flame-like streamlines. The skull was like a bird with a pointed beak. Nine heads were raised high. The empty eye sockets pierced the stone wall, looking at the boundless sky, and the wings were like hanging from the sky. The wings almost occupied half the size of the dark room. However, if it is inferred as a bird just because of this, there is no way to explain the unfaded scales on its body. Under the reflection of the fire, it is light purple, Like a clear crystal, the underlying film is faintly visible.

And that strong smell of blood came from the pool of blood under it.

The fence made of tiles kept the blood inside, and half of the skeleton's body was soaked in the blood pool. The blood was still bright red, bright, and full of vitality, without any sign of drying up.

The wine-breeding woman specializes in wine making, and she always holds a wine jar in her hand to catch blood; she always wears a short knife on her waist, with a dark groove in the middle of the blade, for bloodletting; Wearing a half mask to cover the coquettish patterns on the face caused by long-term exposure to poison, like vines growing wildly, one day, it will eventually break through the cage.

Every time they return to Zuihuanmen, they will pour the blood in the jar into the pool, and after a while, they will take it out to make wine—in fact, this is the truth about the brewing of blood wine in Zuihuanmen. A doctor once wondered, Researched the ingredients of this blood wine, wondering how it would relieve that inexplicable ailment, but in the end it was nothing, because there was nothing special about it.

Every sect master has to sit quietly in front of this skeleton for three days and three nights alone in the dark room.

If she feels hungry, she will drink blood directly to make ends meet. Duan Que understands that this is a method used by Zuihuanmen to force her to drink blood wine, so that she will never be able to escape from this place, and must drink blood Alcohol can maintain a ray of life.

When Duan Que said this, he reached out and took off the wine gourd on his waist. The red string was pulling the bell and shaking it, making a crisp sound, which attracted the attention of the villagers not far away.But she didn't take it seriously, unscrewed the lid, turned her wrist, and pointed the mouth of the gourd obliquely towards the ground. The dark red liquid soon wet the ground, and the strong smell of wine and blood spread instantly.

"I think Master Chang and Guardian Nie probably know something inside."

She lowered her eyebrows, and did not look back until the blood wine was poured out, and then tied the wine gourd back to her waist.

Since they could all come to this remote place and have seen miracles with their own eyes, the three of them have long had a tacit understanding.

Nie Qiu subconsciously touched the brass bell in his sleeve, but his fingers were empty, and the wrist was empty, leaving only the burn mark symbolizing the three pots of moon, with a light blue light faintly visible, which was the time when Immortal Sanqing Soothe the traces left by his pain.

He immediately remembered that he had returned the copper bell of the Patriarch of the Bu family to Bu Chenrong, and it was not with him now.

So Nie Qiu had no choice but to concentrate, forcing himself to throw those complicated and obscure thoughts behind his head, bent down, and looked at the pool of liquid on the ground that didn't look like blood or wine for a while, and then used The fingertips were lightly dipped a little.

Thick, dark, filthy, with a bit of greedy malice... He thought, that's probably the only thing.

"I think it's probably tainted with evil spirits." Nie Qiu stood up, smoothed the wrinkles of the hem of his clothes, and said.

"That's what they said." Duan Que's eyebrows showed approval, and it was probably at this time that she completely let go of her guard and said, "And now, I just want to know, the so-called 'evil energy' and 'spiritual energy' ', what exactly do you mean?"

No god would deliberately explain everything to mortals word by word.

Duan Que is happy and quiet, and she doesn't have much communication with the disciples of Zuihuanmen on weekdays. Sometimes, when she wants to find a secluded place to relax, she will go to the darkroom of Zuihuanmen and sit on a table in front of the skeleton body. After a while, I went back to my room.

She knew that the fire would have burned even if she hadn't been there, but she just happened to be there to witness it.

At first, he felt that the air became scorching hot. Then, when Duan Que wiped off the thin sweat on his forehead, he raised his head and found that the huge skeleton was burning, and the crystal-clear scales were peeled off one by one, making a rustling sound. Entering the blood pool, the blood pool began to boil, bubbling and bubbling, and the flame in the lamp seemed to be drawn, and flew straight towards the skeleton.

This scene happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard. By the time Duan Que reacted, it was too late.

The bronze door was melted by the steaming heat, and it fell there crookedly. Duan Que just glanced at it, and could tell that the lock was broken, and it was stuck in the stone wall tightly. impossible things.

The head of the Zuihuanmen who set up the Zuihuanmen at the beginning probably did not expect that this skeleton would bring about an unwarranted disaster.

However, the monstrous fire only lasted for a few breaths, and the scales that fell into the pool of blood quickly broke through the water surface, climbing up like some kind of crawling animal, gradually converging into the shape of chain armor, and extinguishing the flames. Wrapped tightly.

The chain armor woven of scales kept shrinking, expanding, shrinking, and expanding again, as if trying to suppress something.

Through the clear scales, the flames can be seen faintly. The huge skeleton is getting smaller and smaller, and the dark shadow gradually becomes an oval shape. Compared with the previous appearance, it is already much smaller, but it is still Half the height of a person.

Duan Que pressed his back against the stone wall, feeling a little bit of coldness, and his boiling mood gradually calmed down.

At this time, she noticed that there were a few streaks of fire shining from the top of the oval black shadow, which were thin and dense, like silk threads.

As time went by, those messy silk threads became thicker and thicker, spreading rapidly, and soon ran through the entire black shadow. The black shadow trembled, as if struggling, undulating, and the chain armor made of scales unexpectedly A subtle frequency is maintained.

Duan Que watched and suddenly realized something was wrong.

This scene is too familiar, those dancing flames, with regular fluctuation frequency, just like...

It seems... broken shell?

The crackling sound sounded at the right time, echoing in the dark room, as if to confirm her guess.

Immediately, there was a sound that I don't know how to describe. It was clearer than the sound of cracking silk, more mellow than the sound of jade beads knocking in a porcelain bowl, more turbulent than the sound of a waterfall flying thousands of feet, and softer than the sound of twirling a pipa , reaching to the sky, resounding through the sky.