In the misty little Xieli, two men were chatting.

"When endless nights cover the earth, which one will arrive first, dawn or death?"

"The night will not be endless, but death paves the way to dawn."

"Then are you here to control the power of life and death, or to eliminate disasters and solve problems and save the world?"

"What does the world have to do with me?"

After hearing this, the man wearing a mask suddenly sneered, "You are the emperor of the world, why do people in the world have nothing to do with you?"

The other man seemed extremely weak, his hands trembled when playing chess. Then he smiled far-fetchedly and put the white piece back into the red jade chess jar.

"Since you have no intention of playing chess, then let's give up. Let's talk about some serious matters."

...

Recently, whenever there are two or three people in teahouses and restaurants in various countries, and even in the countryside, they will whisper and whisper.

It is just because of the 63rd year of Zhaoyue that there are five major events in the world that the world has been talked about and become a topic of conversation after they have enough food and food.

First, in the fifth year after Gu Qiu bid farewell to his life, that is, now, the powerful and powerful countries worship his spiritual throne in their own ancestral halls and worship them every day.

Secondly, the Lingshan Great Witch disappeared, and his disciples claimed that he had become an immortal.

Third, Fuhua, the fifth prince of Nansheng Kingdom, was obsessed with brothel prostitutes and was drunk every day.

Fourth, Wanxu Pavilion, who had been in a closed door for a hundred years, returned to its old business.

Fifth, Chengmin, the eldest son of the seventh prince of Xize Kingdom, was named the crown prince of the five countries.

Although it was already cold winter, the courtyard of Wanxu Pavilion was still full of spring.

The flowers are blooming, the fragrance is swaying, the colorful butterflies are waving, and five or six red lotus bloom quietly in a small pond of clear water...

Changsun Chengmin was wearing a blue robe embroidered with a little white plum blossom, with a jade crown and ink hair, sitting on the ground, her eyebrows and eyes drooping. Her fair and slender fingers with clear joints were twirling the strings of the piano like flowing water, and her handsome facial features made her look like a banished immortal in a painting at this moment.

After the song, he looked up and saw a man in black wearing a black mask with only his mouth and eyes exposed, sitting on the stone bench directly in front of him drinking tea leisurely.

Cheng Min casually placed Qin aside and snatched the cup that had just been filled with tea from the ghost-faced man with a smile.

After drinking it in big gulp, I poured a glass on my own.

"That's a famous piano, why do you treat it like this?" The ghost-faced man's voice was extremely clean and crisp, and he also had an indescribable charm.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Min quickly hugged Qin Hao in her arms, then walked around him and whispered in his ear, "There is no one here, why are you still wearing this torn mask? Are you afraid that I will covet your beauty? Hahahahaha."

The words were full of ridicule.

The ghost-faced man was not annoyed, and he poured himself a cup of tea again before he casually said:

"Is the Yamin Lingzi delicious?"

Cheng Min swallowed, "No, no, I won't tease you."

The ghost-faced man gave him a cold look, which scared him so much that he quickly covered his mouth with his left hand and shook his head hard.

You should also know that the biggest confusion he has made so far in his life is probably the mute spirit handed to him by the ghost face man, and the only person he dares to mess with is this weird guy who seems cold but is actually a vengeful person.

It was because of eating the mute spirit, which made him a mute for three days. He talked to others with his hands and feet. The scene was so funny.

His mother looked at him like a fool.

The mute spirit is similar to a small brown pill. It grows in an extremely cold and yin place. It only blooms once every fifty years and bears fruit every time.

As for the effect, it will naturally lead to dumbness.

It was during that time that Cheng Min realized that it was called Ya Lingzi.

"You are the prince of the five countries, so you should not be so noisy." The ghost-faced man reminded.

"I know, too much words will lead to mistakes. Don't worry, I'll just talk so much in front of you. If someone else had done this, I wouldn't have done this."

"Um."

Su Qingfeng originally planned to visit his old friend. When he passed by Shenshenyuan, he saw them drinking tea and trotted over.

"Peace Lord, Prince." He held his hands and pushed forward, bent his body slightly, bowing his hands, bowing to the two of them.

As soon as Cheng Min saw him, she threw the piano to the ghost-faced man and then looked at him carefully.

The ghost-faced man put the piano on the table without saying anything.

"Oh, Xiao Fengfeng, you have only been seen for a few days, and you are becoming more and more handsome. This moon-white dress is just for the best use of it. Look, your sword eyebrows, starry eyes, beautiful appearance, and good swords. It's just a romantic hero mentioned in the book. It's no problem to fascinate thousands of girls."

Su Qingfeng shrugged, hugged the sword in front of his chest with both hands, and then looked at Changsun Chengmin with a smile, which roughly means "My sword is here, you can say more, just try it."

Seeing this, Cheng Min curled her lips and was very dissatisfied.

"You have only been with him for two years, why are you the same as him? It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Min felt a look behind him, and the person who came was not kind.

I had to laugh dryly, wave my hand and said, "Oh, it's just a joke~"

The ghost-faced man was too lazy to pay attention to him and asked Su Qingfeng directly where he was going.

"The old friend has been in our Wanxu Pavilion for a long time, and it's time to meet him."

The ghost-faced man stood up, "Then let's go together."

"Hey, I'm going to go too. Wait for me."

The three of them walked through the long corridor and reached the end. They saw the tall gray wall. The ghost-faced man stepped forward and knocked on it twice. Suddenly, the wall collapsed and the red door appeared.

Cheng Min looked at him and pushed the door open.

After the three of them entered, the walls returned to their original state.

"Clean breeze, light the light."

"Yes, the Lord."

Suddenly, a dark and wet tunnel appeared faintly under the light.

This tunnel leads to the "Void" of Wanxu Pavilion, where it is white and invisible.

And those trapped inside will face endless fear and despair.

"People, he seems to be unable to do it." Su Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw the man curled up.

Cheng Min frowned, "He can't die yet."

Looking at the old man in front of him who was covered in a black robe, pale and haggard, with yellow hair, a pair of brown eyes shining with shiny, but wrinkles on his face, Cheng Min squatted down and pushed him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you can't hold on anymore? It's just the beginning."

The ghost-faced man took out a pill from the white sachet on his waist and handed it to Su Qingfeng.

"Give him a treat."

After taking the pill, the people on the ground spit out a mouthful of black blood. After their complexion returned to normal, they slowly got up and sat up.

Cheng Min also learned to sit like him.

He looked at the three of them, then closed his eyes and rested, and ignored them.

Cheng Min put her left hand on her legs and supported her chin, looking at him.

"Great Witch, I haven't seen you for many years." The ghost-faced man lowered his voice, his eyes very deep.

Hearing this, he suddenly opened his eyes. The masked man in front of him made him feel inexplicably scared.

"Who are you? What do you mean by trapping me here?"

"The great wizard still remembers the fifty-eighth year of Zhaoyue."

His face darkened, his heart trembled, and he stood up tremblingly as if he had thought of something.

Since Gu Qiuci's death, he was haunted by nightmares day and night and almost committed suicide, but he did not mention this to outsiders and even his disciples.

The great witch corrected her mind and said slowly: "That year, the kings of the five countries went to Lingshan to rescue the people of the world to get rid of the plague. I thought that method would not work, but they all believed it. On the day of the life sacrifice, Gu Qiuyu, under the attention of thousands of people, I scratched him with a dagger and made him bloody and bloody. One knife after another, no one stopped him. The altar was full of blood and temperature. The eldest prince was indeed extraordinary. Even if he was covered in bruises, he did not change his expression, and he didn't even blink his eyes. After he drank the last drop of blood, everyone dissipated with smiles... When his body rotted, I replaced him with bones that had been prepared. The elixirs made with his ashes were of top quality and efficacy. All the dignitaries rushed to buy them, including his king and father, hahahaha..."

At the end of the story, the great witch couldn't help laughing.

Hearing this, the ghost-faced man turned his back to him, looking unknown, while Changsun Chengmin's eyes were red, and blood flowed out of his clenched fists.

Su Qingfeng had already drawn out his sword. At this moment, he really wanted to remove him from all over the world. He was clearly a deceiving person who stole the world's reputation, but he was regarded as the protector.

But those who truly plan for the people died of blood and their bodies remained unstoppable.

Su Qingfeng roared, "What hatred does he have with you?"

"No hatred or hatred. God's will is like this."

"Will you live in peace after he die?"

"I will live in peace for the people."

"You evil person, I will let you taste that kind of taste today."

Su Qingfeng's sword eye was about to fall on the big witch's neck.

The ghost-faced man immediately turned around and stopped him, saying word by word to the great witch: "If he is not dead, what do you think?"
To be continued...