Located in a land surrounded by mountains on three sides, a building made of wood as black as charcoal.
It has four eaves and an octagonal spire.
It is divided into three floors: the bottom, middle and top of the pavilion. The first floor is ten feet high and the total height is thirty feet. It is magnificent.
The three words "Mingtian Pavilion" are written with skulls, hanging high on the top, giving it a gloomy and ghostly atmosphere.
noon.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.
Pavilion roof.
In a large and unusual room, there were two teenagers.
One sits, one kneels.
The young man sitting in the Grand Master's chair and the young man kneeling on the ground both have sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes, and are extraordinary in martial arts.
In terms of appearance, the two of them are equally matched.
But in terms of status, there is no comparison at all.
The unique majestic and domineering young man kneeling on the ground cannot be compared to the young man sitting in the Grand Master's chair.
Because the young man sitting in the Taishi's chair is the unique master of Mingtian Pavilion - Wei Shaokui.
Wei Shaokui's eyes were fixed on the young man kneeling on the ground. After looking at him carefully, he slowly asked: "Are you Peng Santai?"
The young man paused and responded respectfully: "Back to the Pavilion Master, that's right."
Wei Shaokui raised his hand and said, "Okay, get up and talk."
"Thank you, Pavilion Master!" Peng Santai stood up and thanked him.
Wei Shaokui said expressionlessly: "Sword-shaped eyebrows, bright eyes, jade face and red lips, he is indeed a talented person."
"Praise from the Pavilion Master!" Peng Santai always maintained a respectful look.
Wei Shaokui's voice suddenly turned cold: "This Pavilion Master is not praising you. You must remember that Mingtian Pavilion does not want good-looking people, but people with ability. As far as Mingtian Pavilion is concerned, people who have no ability are
, no matter how beautiful it is, it is nothing but trash. The only fate for trash is to die in the hands of this pavilion master. Moreover, it usually dies very quickly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand!" Peng Santai nodded in response.
"How long have you been a member of the ghost clan?"
"The ghost body I had a year ago has been a member of the ghost clan for one year."
"We in the ghost clan are all born after the death of mortals, fortunate enough to be nurtured by heaven and earth, and fall into the ghost realm. Although we are not like the people in the three clans of gods, demons, and immortals, everyone has their own spiritual practices inherent in their bodies.
The elixir of creation can gather the spiritual energy from all directions and absorb the essence of heaven and earth. With increasing practice, the elixir in the body will make it powerful. Although we do not have the elixir in our body, we can practice with the yin energy of the earth spirit. Similarly,
It can increase your strength. I wonder if you have studied hard and practiced hard. How strong is your strength?"
"I don't dare to exaggerate. I still have some strength. It's not very powerful, but I think I'm just so-so. It's passable and I can serve the Pavilion Master!"
Wei Shaokui said with a cold face: "There is one more thing. As members of the ghost clan, although we all know this, I have to emphasize it here, because we are all mortals who have died and are fortunate to have
Only those who are blessed by heaven and earth can be lucky enough to become members of the ghost clan, just like a couple, a pair of brothers, and a pair of sisters. Even if they die at the same time, there is no chance that they will be lucky enough to be nurtured by heaven and earth at the same time and fall into the ghost realm. Maybe one of them will
, maybe not one of them, so, I want to say, no matter it is a member of the ghost tribe elsewhere or a member of the ghost tribe in Mingtian Pavilion, we are all people who have no family ties to each other, do you understand what I mean?"
Peng Santai said respectfully: "I don't quite understand, I hope the master of the pavilion will make it clear!"
Wei Shaokui said seriously: "Since there is no power based on family ties, this pavilion master is like a lonely man. It is really not an easy task to manage such a large Mingtian Pavilion. There are always some people who join the Mingtian Pavilion."
The members of the ghost tribe think that they have extraordinary strength and can take my place. Therefore, the master of this pavilion will give them a warning to every member of the ghost tribe who wants to join the Mingtian Pavilion. The purpose is to make them
They themselves clearly know how much they weigh, otherwise they won’t even know how they died if they try to cause trouble on the head of this pavilion in the future!”
After saying that, Wei Shaokui stood up and walked towards Peng Santai step by step.
Peng Santai suddenly sweated on his forehead and his legs and feet trembled.
Wei Shaokui walked up to him and said coldly: "If you are scared to death after listening to what I just said, then you can leave Mingtian Pavilion, because in my eyes, such people are no different from trash
, not worthy of staying in Mingtian Pavilion, and I am not interested in such people!"
Peng Santai immediately calmed down and said proudly: "I want to stay in Mingtian Pavilion!"
"Very good!" Wei Shaokui nodded with great satisfaction and waved his hand, "Now, I want to give you the power you just said. Listen, whether you use fists or palms, please treat me as a wooden person and face my
Chest, give a blow as hard as you can, do you understand?"
"Yes!" Peng Santai looked solemn and raised his right fist.
Wei Shaokui lifted up his clothes, revealing his strong chest. He said with a straight face: "If you let me feel that you are not trying your best, then you are despising me, and I will let you die quickly! I have finished speaking, you
, ready to attack!"
"Ah -" Peng Santai let out a loud scream that echoed through the sky, and then he tried his best and punched Wei Shaokui's exposed chest hard and with all his strength.
boom!
There was a deafening loud noise, and with the loud noise, Peng Santai slowly lowered his hand, which kept shaking.
He had tried his best and felt that the bones in his hand were about to break, but Wei Shaokui did not move at all.
His fists were like tofu, but Wei Shaokui's chest was like stones.
He understood that compared with Wei Shaokui's strength, his own strength was like an ant in the former and a dragon and tiger in the latter.
Wei Shaokui closed his clothes and smiled proudly: "I think you are definitely convinced now. Of course you should also know clearly that if you want to compete with me as the master of Mingtian Pavilion, what will you do?
What the end will be!"
Peng Santai immediately knelt down and prostrated, and said sincerely: "I will be loyal to the Lord of the Pavilion, and I will never give up, through fire or water, even to the death!"
Wei Shaokui raised his hand: "Get up!"
"Thank you, Pavilion Master!" Peng Santai stood up and thanked him.
Wei Shaokui patted him on the shoulder and said: "From now on, congratulations on being a member of Mingtian Pavilion. Okay, let's go down!"
"My subordinates, please retire!" Peng Santai couldn't hide the joy on his face and turned around to retreat.
Not long after Peng Santai left, Ye Changqing immediately entered the room and bowed down: "See the Pavilion Master, my subordinate Ye Changqing is back."
Wei Shaokui asked: "Where are the things?"
Ye Changqing immediately took out a red lotus flower from his arms and handed it to Wei Shaokui: "This is the red fire lotus that my subordinates went to the Thunder Plateau to look for. I have fulfilled my mission!"
Wei Shaokui took the red fire lotus, glanced at it, threw it in a chair aside, and then asked: "Why didn't Ling Qingyu come back with you? Have you forgotten my rules? What is she doing?
went?"
Ye Changqing carefully replied softly: "Pavilion Master, Sister Ling has gone to attend to other matters."
Wei Shaokui's expression changed, and he frowned and said, "What else should I do? What else should I do? Apart from this red fire lotus, I don't remember anything else that I want you to do!"
Ye Changqing said respectfully: "The Pavilion Master would never have imagined who we met on the Thunder Plateau."
Wei Shaokui asked with a straight face: "Who did you meet?"
Ye Changqing replied: "We met, Shen Ran Yue!"
"What did you say? Shen Ranyue, you met Shen Ranyue?" Wei Shaokui looked excited and excited.
"Yes."
"you sure?"
"I am absolutely certain that my subordinates and Sister Ling saw clearly and did not identify the wrong person."
"God has eyes!"
"Congratulations, Pavilion Master!"
"How is she doing now?"
Ye Changqing smiled slyly: "The Pavilion Master would never have imagined that she has lost her memory and can't remember anything. She can't even recognize Sister Ling and I standing in front of her."
"She has lost her memory?" Wei Shaokui was overjoyed, and then his expression changed, "That being the case, why don't you and Ling Qingyu bring her back? A person who has lost her memory and can't remember anything, even if you can't beat her, can't you even coax her? coax?"
Ye Changqing said slowly: "Pavilion Master, please be patient. The Pavilion Master doesn't know something. Although Shen Ranyue lost her memory, it was precisely because of her loss of memory that she was rescued by a member of the Demon Clan. That Demon Clan member He was very kind to her, never left her, and vowed to help her recover her memory. Before that, the demon clan member would not allow anyone to take Shen Ranyue away from him, so..."
Wei Shaokui took over the words coldly: "So, you two are as useless as useless people. You can't defeat that demon clan member, is that right?"
Ye Changqing said tremblingly: "My subordinates are incompetent, but the people from the demon clan are really powerful."
Wei Shaokui was thoughtful and seemed to have some realization: "If this pavilion master guessed correctly, is Ling Qingyu following them, and you are coming back to inform them?"
Ye Changqing nodded and said: "The master of the pavilion is wise, that's exactly what it is!"
"Do you know where they are going?"
"The people from the demon clan were going to take Shen Ranyue to Xiansha Tower for help, but Sister Ling was afraid of something happening on the way, so she followed them. I hurried back to tell the Pavilion Master the situation."
"Very good, I understand, get up!"
"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"
Ye Changqing stood up and stood respectfully.
Wei Shaokui stared at him with cold eyes and said: "This pavilion master will personally go out to deal with Shen Ranyue. As for you..."
After a pause, Wei Shaokui stretched out his right palm and gently placed it on Ye Changqing's forehead.
Ye Changqing's face suddenly turned ashen, his body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Pavilion Master..."
"The Mingtian Pavilion will not leave any trash who only knows how to tell the truth, so go to hell!" Wei Shaokui used his palms to perform martial arts, and Ye Changqing instantly turned into a man covered in fire.
No yelling.
No screams.
It takes an instant to become a person covered with fire, and it takes an instant to turn into ashes. But in the blink of an eye, Ye Changqing, a member of the ghost clan, completely disappeared from Mingtian Pavilion. (To be continued)