The first thousand three hundred and fifty-four chapters of the past (a)
Rumor has it that the old capital is a cursed place. After three hundred years of wind and rain, the blood that stained the city has still not been washed away. The blood is so thick that, not to mention three hundred years, I'm afraid it won't be possible for another three hundred years.
, even a thousand years may not be able to wash it all away.
The most prosperous imperial capital for three hundred years has now turned into a dead city. A dead city that will scare anyone who hears about it. Simply because there are too many rumors and too many real things happening there.
According to rumors, every night in that city, the noise of the crowd will be heard. It seems that there are many people living in that dark old city. If there are no living people, how can you hear so many people?
sound?
The children were playing and the dogs were barking, and the adults were shouting and drinking in the market. It was so lively. It was as if the dead city had returned to three hundred years ago. If time hadn't been turned back, how could there have been so many sounds?
?
That voice was the voice of one city, not one, or two.
Someone got brave and entered there. They wanted to go into the city and find out what was going on. In the end, no one was found.
Even into the depths. However, no matter how deep they went, under the illumination of oil lamps and torches, all they could see were the rotten old things, the bloodstains that had condensed into dried blood, and the knots everywhere.
cobweb.
Apart from this, let alone human beings, not even a single wild cat or dog was seen.
But one thing remains unchanged.
Those are the noises. The barking of dogs, the playing of children, looming in people's ears. Just like the rumors.
This is just faint, intermittent, and happens in an instant. If you didn't listen carefully, you would think it was an auditory hallucination.
If it is one person, it may be called an auditory hallucination. But if it is two or three people, it is different. What's more, they are a group of people.
It must be said that that group of people were very talented and bold. Even though they heard the noisy barking of dogs, they still used the light of torches and lights to go deeper.
That group of people does have the qualifications to be bold.
Because, this group of people are all the proud ones in the world, and they are also strong men who are better than others.
Three hundred years ago, one god, two saints, three demons, four families, five swords and six sects were the lifeblood of the world. And the person who controlled this lifeline was that god.
However, since those three hundred years, that god has not been there, and it has no reality to this day. It cannot appear again. Because the current world knows that no matter what, no one standing in that god's position can appear.
That god's position is already a legend. Just because that person is so amazing. That amazingness has been amazing for three hundred years.
That divine throne covered the sky with one hand and subverted the entire Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, the old dynasty is no longer there, and neither is the old dynasty.
Three hundred years ago, the country was subjugated and revolted, and four families and six factions gathered together. When the old dynasty fell, it weakened the world so much that it could no longer easily shake the court.
Today's world is no longer what it was back then. Not only are there no gods, but the two saints and three demons may not be as good as they were back then. Today's four sects and six sects are not as powerful as they were back then, but they are still the top today.
The group that broke into the old capital can be said to be most of the world. Because it was the most outstanding disciples from the four families and six sects who gathered together, and among them, there was even a future Second Saint.
At that time, Mr. Yan and Aunt Gongsun were among them.
Mr. Yan was lost in memories, with a slightly frightened look on his face, as if he had remembered something bad.
There are always some strange things in this world. Thirty years ago, a kind of monster appeared in the rivers and lakes. Monsters that looked like blood. The decent sects in the rivers and lakes called them blood corpses. They were a kind of Gu Master in southern Xinjiang.
Poison on the living.
The bloody corpse loved flesh and blood, and wherever he went, there was no one left alive. That year, Jianghu Zhengdao sent his disciples down the mountain to track him down. After a hard fight, he killed the Southern Xinjiang Gu Master, and also killed thirty people in a row.
Eight bloody corpses.
Although the battle was hard, there were no casualties. This shows how powerful the four schools and six sects were. It was just ordinary disciples who went out into the world and tempered themselves, and they were able to resolve a river disaster.
Perhaps, the same is true this time. A cult has emerged, using the old capital as a place to cultivate power.
It is said that the most dangerous place is the safest place. After three hundred years of wind and rain, the old capital has always been dark and covered with bones. Even homeless beggars dare not live here, let alone approach it.
This is the place.
Therefore, when there were children playing, dogs barking and cocks crowing, and the market was noisy in the old capital, the top forces in the world, the four families and six sects, suspected that there were people from evil cults who were causing trouble. Therefore,
He decided to send his disciples to find out and gain some experience.
But this time is different from the Blood Corpse Rebellion in Southern Xinjiang thirty years ago. After all, it is an old capital, and with the accumulated Yin Qi of more than three hundred years, it is inevitable that some difficult things will appear.
If it were an ordinary disciple, he would probably be killed or injured, so he sent his most outstanding disciple.
There are twenty disciples in this group.
At that time, Mr. Yan was so amazing. He was the most outstanding disciple in their painting studio. But I am afraid that the world would not have thought that if he had not been very lucky, he would have encountered misfortune.
They will also encounter unexpected events, which means that some people have already encountered unexpected events. And it is their group of people who have encountered unexpected events.
Those who are talented and bold usually die faster.
Take the people who drown every year as an example. Those who drown are often people who are good at water. Because they think that with their water skills, they will not drown. Therefore, they are extremely confident in going into the water in unfamiliar waters. Since then, they have been in the water.
, can no longer go ashore and become a drowned ghost in the water.
And that group of people at that time were the most outstanding disciples in the world. Some of them were even better than the old ones, surpassing those old seniors. In addition, they were all the best among people, and they were good at everything.
Shuntong, young and energetic. Naturally, he will not be scared away by these voices.
They will only think that this is just a crooked way and there is no need to worry about it at all.
Although the group of people back then knew that it was not an illusion, they still did not worry about these voices. They continued to explore into the depths of the darkness, but still did not see any human figures. They did not know where the cult members were hiding.
But as we went deeper into the darkness, the noises appeared more and more frequently. Eventually, they kept echoing in our ears, as if those people were right next to us. To put it more horrifyingly, those people were right next to us.
's ears.
But they are still too bold and still think that this is just a devious way of cult members. What they do is to make them fear the unknown and make them want to escape.
As they went deeper again, they heard the sound of bones clanking in the darkness. A sound like the collision of iron, and even a roar like a resentful ghost, as if they were in a real eighteenth level of hell.
.......
Mr. Yan was in a trance as he thought about the high mountain that covered the old city, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in front of the mountain, the blood stains behind the mountain, the fog and the voices in the mist, and some old people.
"Old capital?" Ling Dabao was startled, and then asked in confusion: "A dilapidated capital?"
His memory was lacking. He only knew that he was ordered by his master to go down the mountain to find his senior brother. He knew nothing about what happened at the foot of the mountain. He only knew that he had gone down the mountain a few years ago and won the title of the most beautiful man in the world.
For a confused person like Ling Dabao, naturally he doesn’t know the old capital?”
Mr. Yan was deeply trapped in the fear of memories, and was startled by this sudden voice. When he came to his senses, he realized that he was on a boat, wandering in the galaxy with the waves.
This is no longer the past, and he is not in the old capital. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. There is no fear here, and there is no darkness, only great scenery.
However, when Mr. Yan decides to take Ling Dabao to find Zhou Youruo, it is very likely that he will step there again.
It is very possible that you will enter the eighteen levels of hell full of terror again.
"Father, no matter where Miss Youluo has gone, please help me find her. It just so happens that if her master is also in the old capital, there is no need to visit her again in the future. We can just go in alone and propose marriage.
What do you think?"
Ling Dabao was already showing off his face. For him, face was dispensable. After all, even if he didn't have face, he was still a very handsome man.
Currently, only this middle-aged scribe knows the traces of Miss Youluo. Furthermore, he has already said that if the middle-aged scribe can bring him and Miss Youluo together, he will be his reborn parent.
Although he just said it casually to express his gratitude, he didn't expect that the other party actually took it seriously and actually called his son. Perhaps, this Mr. Yan was too old-fashioned and took everything he said seriously.
But since this Mr. Yan calls his son so enthusiastically, and you can see the smile on his face every time he calls, maybe he really wants to be his father.
Ling Dabao suddenly discovered another kind of charm in himself, that is, not only women like him, but even men also like him very much.
Look, there is someone who wants to be his father. Maybe, no, no, maybe. As long as it is an individual, older people, as long as they see what they look like, they will want to be their son.
Thinking of this, Ling Dabao felt a little proud. He was really a good-looking person, and there were always people who would take the initiative to help him with anything.
"Father? My dear, what did you call me?" Mr. Yan had just come back to his senses. When he heard this sentence, he was startled and his body swayed slightly.
For a moment, Mr. Yan suspected that he had heard wrongly. Although he called the young man a boy, he did so shamelessly.
"Father!" Ling Dabao looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man in front of him sincerely and said seriously.
"Hahaha!" Mr. Yan laughed.
He smiled, very happily, with tears of excitement filling his eyes. The fear in his previous memories was swept away by this heart-warming call.
Mr. Yan took a deep breath and felt very pleased when he looked at the extraordinary handsome young man in front of him.
He is almost sixty years old and still has no children. The only reason he looks so young is because he has good looks.
Today, I finally have a child, who can be regarded as an heir. I will not be able to rest in peace even if I am buried under the loess.
"Son, the so-called old capital is Dazhou, the capital three hundred years ago. Don't you know?" Mr. Yan replied, with some doubts in his heart.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was the second great unification after the first dynasty, the Great Qin Dynasty. There was only one dynasty in the world, the Great Zhou Dynasty.
His good son, as a citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how could he not know about the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Although Mr. Yan was confused, he told the truth truthfully. After all, a father should be like a father, be knowledgeable and ask questions, and know what his children ask, and teach them carefully instead of being impetuous.
Mr. Yan’s dream is to be a good father. This good father starts from this moment.
It's not too late to turn sixty. As long as you make up your mind to be a good father, you can be a good father now.
Mr. Yan feels that at this moment, he is the perfect father figure. He is not only kind and patient, but also knowledgeable.
In fact, Mr. Yan is indeed knowledgeable. It can be said that he is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and knows things that have happened for five thousand years. What Ling Dabao knows is probably not even one-tenth of what Mr. Yan has in his belly.
"The capital city a hundred years ago on Wednesday?" Ling Dabao heard the words, and then said: "My senior brother and I were taken in by our master when we were young, and we rarely went down the mountain. The last time we secretly escaped down the mountain was three years ago, and we went to the nearest
A city in the city, but within a few hours, my senior brother carried it back."
"That's it." Mr. Yan nodded, and the doubts in his heart disappeared.
This is indeed the case for some people. Some people have hidden themselves from the world since they were young, focusing on cultivating in secret and not listening to things from all directions, so they do not know the dynasty they are in. Before the Great Zhou Dynasty, the seven heroes competed for hegemony and were destroyed one after another. There was once a man in the mountains who, after a few years
It took ten years for him to come down the mountain. When he returned to his hometown, he found that the customs and clothing were different from those of the past. After asking, he found out that the dynasty had changed.
I could only say in confusion, the Qing Dynasty died?
The Qing Dynasty was destroyed by the Zhou Dynasty, but it was nearly 330 years ago. I didn't expect that there are still such people today.
Mr. Yan nodded and thought that his son actually had a master. So, his painting skills must have been taught by his master.
"It seems that this world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon." Mr. Yan shook his head and sighed to himself.
The disciples' painting attainments are already so high, let alone the master who taught them. There is also a senior brother from the same school. Even if he is not as good as his son, he will not be far behind. He is definitely better than himself.
This time, three masters of painting appeared who were better than myself.
But it doesn't matter, since I have this son, I will have the opportunity to visit and contact the other two. If I can get the guidance of my son's master, then I will definitely be able to go further.
"The old capital, the old capital. Since it is the old capital, the ancient charm is naturally very strong, which is suitable for me and Miss Youluo to see flowers, water and scenery together." Ling Dabao thought for a while and said with a smile.
He was already thinking about how to meet the Youluo girl again in the old capital, feeling the history of the old capital amidst the ancient fragrance, and in the moonlight, one person playing music and the other dancing. Then, in his own writing, he described
A beautiful night picture.
Mr. Yan was silent and did not speak. Since his son didn't know the old capital, how could he know it? There were no flowers or water at all, and there was no good scenery. The only thing there was was the skeletons under the dark sky.
And those people.
"Those people..." Mr. Yan murmured. Thinking of this, his face showed fear and he began to lose focus again.
That scene back then was like a nightmare that was rooted deep in my heart. There were probably only three people in the world who knew about it. These three people included Mr. Yan and Aunt Gongsun, and one was Gongsun Erniang.
Back then, the twenty most outstanding disciples from the four sects and six sects went deep into the old city. After hearing the clanking of bones and countless wailings, a dispute broke out among that group of people.
Someone pushed back, causing a quarrel.
This quarrel was between a Taoist couple. Among the twenty people, there were only two women.
These two people are Gongsun Auntie and Gongsun Erniang. They are a pair of biological sisters, and they are also the two most outstanding disciples of Miaoxiufang.
After all, Gongsun Erniang is a woman, her nature is different from Aunt Gongsun's arrogance, and she is a little weak. She is just trying to find the courage to explore in this dark old city. At this moment, there is no longer the laughter and noise in her ears.
It was just whispers.
Gongsun Erniang could no longer count how many paths there were. All she knew was that there were many, many. It was as if the ghosts of injustice were pressing against her ears, asking for her life.
Therefore, Gongsun Erniang mustered up the courage and told them not to go any further, but to withdraw first and make a long-term plan.
But some people disagree. That person is the one Gongsun Erniang's heart belongs to, and that person is Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan, who is a Taoist monk of Gongsun Erniang, was the first to object. After all, they were almost approaching the depths. They searched other places in the old capital, but no trace of the cult members was found. I am afraid that they are here.
That deep.
Because it was approaching, the cultists panicked, which caused such a strong reaction.
At that time, Mr. Yan just thought that these were all tricks to scare people. It happened that the timid Gongsun Erniang was frightened. Under Mr. Yan's scolding, Gongsun Erniang's eyes were dim with tears, and she choked and cried in front of everyone.
Got up.
Aunt Gongsun had never seen her sister so sad and crying in front of everyone. How could she not be angry for someone who had always loved her sister?
So, he drew his sword and faced each other.
When Gongsun Erniang saw this, she was very anxious. One was her blood relative, her sister. The other was her Taoist companion and her beloved.
If the two of them fight, what will he do? Fortunately, Mr. Yan knows that Mrs. Gongsun's swordsmanship is superior, but he is still inferior to her, so he does not dare to say another word.
Seeing that Mr. Yan was aware of current affairs, Aunt Gongsun took Erniang Gongsun away directly and returned the same way.
If Aunt Gongsun was alone, she would naturally not be afraid. But her sister did not dare to go deep, so she would definitely be afraid to go back alone, so she would naturally escort her in person.
When Mr. Yan saw the two girls leaving, he finally felt guilty, said goodbye to his friends, and left first.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to escape that disaster.
It was a sea of blood, and it was the death of those proud men. Mr. Yan will never forget that his junior brother died in front of him.