The Record of the Blackening of Traitors

Jiuchong City, Xianchi Pavilion.

Jinghu Lake is about [-] miles long, and the bright moon flows through the sky, with thousands of shadows sparse.

The Xianchi Pavilion has no owner for thousands of years, and there is a miasma and fog forest on the way. It is a land of weak water. Birds cannot fly, and swordsmen must stop. Only boats can pass without hindrance.

There are many lights in the distance, and there are fluorescent lights, so there are only two windmills, one large and one small, and the bamboo and thatched huts standing by the water are extremely clean and simple.

It was supposed to be a quiet and safe place, but there was a high-pitched discussion in the room, which added some anger.

The lotus in the water is ten miles away, and several light boats are standing quietly on the shore.

Apart from the houses used for living, the Xianchi Pavilion is no longer what it used to be. Weeds spread all over the waist, facing the cold moon, and stained with dew.Gein has been inhabited these days, so at least a few paths have been cleared.

Along the path, Liancheng walked slowly towards the house with his hands behind his back like an old man.

……

Inside the bamboo house, there was a lot of noise.

Wisps of black air drifted into a vermilion wine jar, and the empty room looked a bit cold and melancholy under the dim color of the yellow talisman fire, and the reflections of several faces added to the gloom.

Things are different and people are different, Xianchi Pavilion is no longer what it used to be.

There were six people standing there, dressed in brocade clothes, with a high-grade fairy sword on their backs, and they were upright and awe-inspiring.

All of them are young, with thin skin and tender flesh, maybe they are not deeply involved in the world, their eyes are clear and full of childishness.

He looks good, but he looks like a human being, so it's intriguing to think about why he would do something like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

After Gu Ming tied up the fainted group of people with the immortal rope, he took a step back, revealing a few handsome faces.

Tsk, isn't it the group of young people who haven't had much experience in the world during the day?

Gu Ming stared at their clothes for a moment, frowned, and belatedly said, "Weiyao, do you think their clothes look familiar?"

Gong Jin and Yi Ling held a wine jar like a baby, and wiped it carefully.

There is no owner here, and there are many ghosts. It just so happens that the things in the jar feed on ghosts, so they come here. They are thoughtful and kill two birds with one stone.

I never imagined that a group of people would come, and they would rob them of their jars without saying a word. The leader of the group spoke crooked ways one by one, and no one could explain it at all.

Originally, the two sides were evenly matched, but Gong Jin and his party relied on the things in the jar to win.

In order to prevent them from waking up and pestering them endlessly, they tied him up.

Gong Jin didn't raise her head, "Gu Xingzhi, what doesn't look familiar to you?"

Yi Ling looked over instead.He was the youngest, only fourteen, and hadn't picked up his characters yet.

Looking at the person who had been knocked unconscious, Yi Ling felt as familiar as Gu Ming.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time glanced at his clothes, Yi Ling said, "The clothes he's wearing... seem to be..."

"The pattern on the clothes is the Xuanyue pattern," Gu Ming clapped his hands together, suddenly, "I see, they are from the Taiqing Palace."

Hearing this, the ten or so teenagers in the room all looked over, and surrounded them together with the one holding the jar.

Yushang Taiqing Palace, affiliated to the Moon Palace of the Imperial Dynasty, is a newly opened school in the Three Thousand Realms, and has connections with people from the Twelve Ways of the Immortal Sect.

After careful confirmation, the faces of the teenagers are not very good.

Gong Jin struggled to death, said: "Just now, did they see this jar?"

Gu Ming said: "You forgot, they were going to grab this jar just now."

"Gong Jin, what should I do?" Yi Ling cried, "My grandfather was invited by Prime Minister Fu to teach at the Taiqing Palace, and they wanted to go back and talk about it. Once our affairs were revealed, my grandfather found out that I had taken the medicine from the Yaofu Tu in Yuegong Town. Things, you will beat me to death with a ruler."

The Moon Palace of the Imperial Dynasty, the twelfth floor and the five cities, there are demon-suppressing pagodas in all directions, and this jar is one of the demon-suppressing pagodas.The high priest of the Moon Palace has been vacant for thousands of years, and the Cangshan Yi family has been ordered to take care of the Moon Palace since the establishment of the dynasty.

One immediately said, "My father is also here."

"My mother is here too." Gu Ming was also sad.

……

The teenagers went out together this time to wander around, and the blood faded halfway along the way, and they knew that they would have to be beaten when they returned home. If the jar they stole from the Moon Palace Temple was added, they would have to die for half their lives.

One person said: "Simply, don't do it, don't stop, we..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Jin kicked him, "The dignified fairy sect is orthodox, Huali, what do you think?"

Hua Li said: "I see you are nervous, so I just made a joke."

Gong Jin glanced at him, "Human life is at stake, can you just joke about it?"

Hua Li didn't speak, a group of people asked Gong Jin what to do, Gong Jin was dizzy from the noise, suddenly, a child's innocent voice came from the room, "What's wrong with the orthodoxy of Xianmen, it's just you guys now , Killed and threw corpse powder, completely clean, no one knows, God knows, you know, I know, it's the same as your clothes, clean and white."

this sound...

The eyes of the teenagers all fell on the jar in Gong Jin's arms.

The child in the jar burped, and ate all the nearby ghosts in one go, he was a little overwhelmed.

The teenagers were both afraid and dependent on the 'things' in the jar, Gong Jin hesitated and said, "How can you say that."

He said: "Why can't you say that? Think about it, if they go back and say that you are with Xie Chong, with witnesses and physical evidence, you are not only dead, but life is worse than death, fried in soy sauce, mountains of knives and sea of ​​fire... Tsk, There are many tricks, listen to me, little ones, quickly kill the group of ants on the ground that are annoying."

After finishing speaking, he chuckled, as if he was very satisfied with his words.

From Shangjing to Jiuchong City, thanks to this jar, they were able to live in peace, and habitually obeyed the words of the children inside.

The children's words were extremely tempting, and the teenagers looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling embarrassed for a moment.

All through the ages, those who associate with evil worshipers will be severely punished.

Gong Jin spent the longest time with the children in this jar, and she was the first to wake up from the control of his voice, and patted the backs of the heads of the two people around her, "What are you thinking, a man stands in the world, mediocrity can't hurt the sky. "

The child in the jar sneered, "You're talking about a man. You young men who haven't even grown their hair yet are not men. Kill them, you'll be fine."

Gong Jin resolutely said, "That won't work, my conscience can't bear it."

The child giggled, and said in a strange way: "You guys, what do human beings need..."

The more he said, the more deceptive it became, the voice was floating in the empty room, extremely cold.But it stopped abruptly.

Outside, there was a knock on the door.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind around the house, and the thatch on the roof was rolled up and rustled.There was only a loud bang, and the wooden door fell to the ground in response. In the dark night, the fragrance of lotus rushed to the face.

A young girl suddenly appeared outside the door, wearing a red wedding dress, jade shoes, and a red gauze covering her head, half-covered, waiting for the breeze to blow, and the red gauze swept away.

Under the red gauze, bloodstains intertwined, and a face full of maggots reflected the blue moonlight, treacherous and terrifying.

"It's a ghost, array up."

The teenagers drew their swords out of their sheaths, stepped on their positions, and stood ready.

"Don't you eat the things in the jar? How dare you come here."

"Yeah, what's going on."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Gong Jin. Gong Jin asked the child in the jar, who would have expected him to pretend to be dead without saying a word.

Gong Jin thought for a while, then turned to Huali who was closest to Taiqing Palace and his party, and said, "Huali, let them wake up quickly."

Just as Hua Li was about to make a move, the child in the jar said happily again, "Don't, don't, let them fend for themselves and be killed by the ghosts, then you have nothing to do with it, wouldn't everyone be happy...Anyway If you kill them, I will help you to survive."

Children are always the same, Huali paused, and the surroundings of the bamboo house began to twist, stretching out scarlet nails one after another, and a ferocious ghost emerged, screaming shrilly.

Seeing that Huali hadn't moved yet, Gong Jin snapped at the jar in her arms, "Shut up." Then she turned to Huali and urged, "Huali, hurry up."

Huali wakes up the Taiqing Palace and his party, unties the immortal rope, and the two meet each other. Before the old enemy has time to say anything, they join forces to fight against the female ghost in red walking out of the twisted wall.

Those red-clothed ghosts looked the same, their bodies were like dry branches, they moved swiftly and fiercely, but they had no intention of hurting anyone, instead they seemed to tease them, pushing and shoving, only grabbing their clothes and hair, pulling their satin belts, The flowers trembled with laughter.

The disparity in strength was too great, and the fight lasted less than a quarter of an hour. Amidst the piercing laughter of the ghosts, the teenagers were forced to flee by boat.

After the light boat sailed for a while, Gong Jinfang said in shock, "Jar."

He raised his eyes sharply, only to see the ghosts in the bamboo house dissipate, and under the glazed moonlight, a man with green face and fangs in white clothes and white hair was leaning halfway against the window facing the lotus pond.

Standing beside the man was the red gauze ghost who just appeared in front of the door, bowing his head, holding a scarlet wine jar in his hand, standing quietly.

A pair of hands, the nails are like blades, long and curved, sharp and blood-colored.

"It's an illusion." Gong Jin picked up the penny and was about to draw it back, but the strange thing was, she just backed away no matter what.

The teenagers were all in shock, Gong Jin rowed for a long time, but got farther and farther away from the bamboo house, angrily threw down the penny and sat on the bow, muttering to himself, "It's over, I will be beaten to death when I go back."

It's filled with demons!

Gong Jin was so overwhelmed with grief that Liancheng didn't know that when he took the wine jar from the red-clothed ghost, whiteness appeared in front of him, and the woman in red turned into a half-broken, half-bloomed red lotus and fell down.

Liancheng held the flower stem precisely, and knocked it leisurely on the wine jar, and the child inside immediately yelled, "Knock your ass, little bastard, I know it's you, and the stench from you is all over eight hundred miles away." , don’t let me out soon, I’m going to kill him back to avenge my shame, and my grandson, who soaked me in the wine jar for 1000 years, caused me to be ridiculed by the crowd in the pagoda... Little bastard, you have been in these 1000 years Where did you go, and you didn't come to find me..."

There is no day or night in the jar, so he waited in it until he met Yi Ling and Gong Jin who accidentally knocked down the blood mold, and then he knew that he had been in the jar for 1000 years.

In 1000 years, this little bastard had never approached him, and the more he talked, the more wronged he felt.

While wiping away tears, the inside of the jar suddenly spun.

The general roared: "Little bastard, what are you doing?"

"Yo, quite energetic." Liancheng knocked on the edge of the jar, and said casually: "Play."

General: "..." Day, this little bastard is really bad, "Anyway, let me out first."

Liancheng wondered: "I can't lift the seal of Fu Nan."

This old liar who suffered a thousand knives can say all these words.The general cried loudly, "Sister Le'er, Lian Yufo is going to eat a child..."

In the past, every time he wailed, Liancheng always responded to his request, but this time he was uncharacteristically, and he said in a low voice: "Shut up."

The general's crying disappeared, and he said: "Sister Le'er..." After realizing it, she was a little sad, "Oh, it's been 1000 years."

No mortal can live for 1000 years, "sad."

The general seldom thinks about death. His life is too long, so long that he doesn't care about the four seasons.

The general was still worried: "Then I don't want to depend on you for life."

"Then you'd better be alone."

Putting the jar on the window sill, Liancheng inserted the lotus flower in his hand from the wine seal into the wine jar unobstructed, leaned on the window edge and jumped out, despite the general shouting and shouting, there was no response.

……

Ling Ye Ying wave lotus wind, small boats in the depths of the lotus.

The sky is misty and rainy.

By the side of the lotus pond, another light boat docked, and the visitors looked as if they were crossing the moon, holding an oil-paper umbrella with red plums on a white background, and their white boots landed on the ground, like walking on clouds.

Dressed in white, the lapel embroidery turned red, and the manzhushahua embroidered on the bottom seemed to be alive.

Liancheng didn't know why the child was lingering, so he walked over wearing a mask of blue-faced fangs, and waved his hand, causing the gulls to fly away.

The fierce sword energy slashed across Yingsu's neck, and the water curtain hundreds of meters behind him rose up, splashing in all directions.He turned a blind eye and kept walking.

Liancheng smiled, but he didn't understand, where did this man get so confident that he wouldn't kill him.

Jincheng Forest is like this, and it is like this now!Do you really think I dote on you?

...Lawless!

"even……"

"Lian, Lian, no, don't follow your father. I remember the stabbing at the beginning." Fang uttered a word, and Liancheng interrupted, "If you come to kill me, do it now, if not, don't follow me." My back is chattering crookedly, bad luck."

Ying Su didn't say a word, and the hand holding the umbrella handle tightened imperceptibly. Those green eyes seemed to be so deep... pitiful.

Pitiful?

Liancheng was taken aback by his own thoughts.Seeing this man, he dared to move forward, gathered energy into a sword, and pointed the sword.

But he didn't stop, his face was faint, and he couldn't see any emotion anymore.

The sword reaches the chest, if you take another step... Hey, this brat.

Liancheng Pianjian turned around and rested on the side of his neck, and a few strands of hair fluttered down.

Before it was too late to shock the child's behavior, the sword's edge was close to the skin, soaked in blood.And his eyes suddenly became dizzy, and a paper umbrella fell over, covering his head, blocking the drizzle.

"It is raining again."

A soft whisper, passing by the ear, scattered in the wind.

When Uncle Lian heard about it, he subconsciously looked up, then lowered his head again, and retreated away from the area where the umbrella was located in disgust, "No, I said, why are you talking like a bitch now? .”

Ying Su looked at him firmly and said, "Sorry."

Liancheng felt even more weird and glanced at him.

This kid is self-reliant since he was young, and his emotions don't show, and he really can't figure out his mind for a while.Liancheng said: "So why are you following me?"

Ying Su said indifferently, "You have left the tower."

The sentence of Rong Qing, the number one treacherous official in the Three Thousand Realms, has expired. Is there anything more frightening than this?of course not.

To this day, the survivors who were besieged and suppressed Rongqing in Yunshan back then, when they heard the word Rongqing, they could hardly sleep and toss and turn, fearing that they would get revenge.

Lian Cheng thought, probably this is the reason, but... how weird it sounds.

"I'm so surprised, how do you know I'm out?" Liancheng thrust his hands into his waist, and stretched out a foot like a ruffian. Yingsu remained silent, and just as he was about to speak, Liancheng immediately walked away. Waving his hand, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, you followed me to catch me?"

Ying Su said: "Longqing is dead, a thousand years have passed, right and wrong, right or wrong, the final conclusion will be settled."

Liancheng sneered, "I understand the truth, but can you say something human? My question is, what are you doing with your father and me! If you have something to say, hurry up and get out of here."

Ying Su didn't change his face, and said: "I met by chance, I think about the friendship of the same family, that's all."

Liancheng laughed a few times, gritted his teeth, "I believe in your evil."

After saying that, Liancheng turned around and walked towards the house, looking at the dilapidated bamboo house, a ray of fire slowly ignited on his fingertips.

Until he entered the room, Ying Sufang looked at the lotus pond behind him with distant eyes.

In the depths of Xiaohan, the drizzle is like silk.There is a lot of water in the Xianchi Pavilion, the current climate is cooler, the autumn rain is misty, like smoke and fog, the cold light of fireflies flickers on and off, the slanting wind blows the clothes and sleeves, and the hair is clean.

It seems unreal, like a dream.

The bright moon in the sky is still there, faintly under the hazy black clouds, and the lotus and lotus in the water are full of pavilions, and the aquatic plants grow side by side, fluttering.The sky is covered with light raindrops, like condensed beads weeping dew.

The boat shakes at night, the reed lotus fragrance staggers towards you, and the cool fragrance meets you.The red dragonfly resting late, with its transparent wings dyed with fine rain, was suddenly disturbed and left lightly.

Sighing is the time here, the wind is fluttering, the rain is also drizzling, Xu floating life is like a dream, the world of mortals is a fool, the streamer throws people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.

The author has something to say:

[Give thousands of years, only remember the floating life of you]

Well, I just like this kind of picture of girl comics [Touch]

[Very seriously and intentionally add poems to compose the beautiful scenery, so the plot is a bit slow, and you will run away with your head in your arms] [There is no one-off chapter, JPG bye]