Although winter has passed, there is still a faint chill in the night wind.
Gu Songli was dressed in white clothes, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he was galloping on the mountain road.
The mountain wind hit him, chilling his bones. Gu Songli couldn't help but shudder. Although he was a disciple of a martial arts family in Guanzhong, his internal strength cultivation had not yet reached a state where he was immune to cold and heat.
When he thought about it, traveling around the world was a very cool thing, performing chivalrous acts, heroes saving beauties, drinking and singing, enjoying grudges, but after being away for several months, he encountered none of the above except bandits and robbers. On the contrary,
All the money was almost spent, and what was even more uncomfortable was that I was in a hurry and missed the town. I had money and no place to spend it, so I had to eat and sleep in the open.
Children of aristocratic families have never thought of these hardships, and Gu Songli didn't want to go through them anymore. He wanted to go home.
His home is in Chang'an, which is still more than 400 miles away from here, and although Huayang, which is closest to him, is only more than ten miles away, at this hour, the city gate has already been closed.
So Gu Songli will undoubtedly have to sleep in the wilderness again tonight.
Fortunately, he knew that there was a village not far ahead that could provide him with temporary shelter from the wind and cold, so he spent the night there before setting off.
After walking no more than two miles, a gloomy building appeared in front of Gu Songli's eyes. There was still a little firelight shining through, and passers-by like him must have lit a fire inside to keep warm.
After tying up the horse, Gu Songli knocked on the door and said, "Good friend, can you let me in and rest for the night?"
There was silence for three or two breaths, and then a cold voice said: "In a land without an owner, you can do whatever you want."
Gu Songli opened the door and saw a man sitting facing the door. He was also dressed in white and had a sword hanging from his waist. However, his facial features were plain and there was a scar at the corner of his eye.
Another one who imitates the little sword god Mo Li...
Gu Songli curled his lips secretly, feeling rather disapproving in his heart. How could a man who looked like this want to imitate that person?
However, since Wudang Mountain, the first two battles at Yumen Pass have spread all over the world. Mo Li's limelight has been unparalleled among the younger generation. I don't know how many young heroes in the world wear white clothes and walk around the world with long swords. If they are lucky, they can also deceive others.
Ignorant charlatan woman.
He walked to the corner and gathered a pile of firewood to light it. After he got warm, he took out dry food to eat while looking at the Uprising Village in boredom.
The talk of ghosts is purely imaginary. Gu Songli traveled around the world for several months. Although he suffered a lot, his vision and courage also increased a lot.
Yizhuang is still the same Yizhuang, with many coffins placed there, some of them covered with a layer of dust and covered with cobwebs, making it very eerie.
However, compared to the last time I came, there were obviously many more coffins here, especially behind the man, there were about ten narrow coffins, which were clean and tidy, and spotless. It was obvious that they had been put in recently.
The man looked back from time to time to look at these small pavilions, as if there were some treasures in them that he couldn't let go of.
Gu Songli felt strange. This man was a bit weird. What was so good about the coffin?
The man seemed to understand what he was thinking, and suddenly smiled, with a hint of coldness in his smile. He said, "Brother, do you believe there are ghosts and gods in the world?"
Gu Songli shook his head and said: "I don't want to talk about my strange power and my God. In the wilderness, it's better for me to speak cautiously."
The man said with a sinister voice: "I didn't believe it at first, but after seeing these coffins, I had to believe it."
He paused and continued without waiting for Gu Songli's reply: "On the first night when Gu came here, there was not a new coffin here, but by the next morning, there was a new coffin here without anyone noticing."
, From that day on, there must be one more coffin here every day, and today, it is the fourteenth day, and there are fourteen coffins here."
It was getting dark at this time, and there was a wild cat screaming outside the house, like a child crying at night, which was so scary. In addition, the house was full of coffins, and the atmosphere was gloomy. Even if Gu Songli didn't want to believe it, he was still
He was so frightened that he had goosebumps all over his body.
"Then...then why don't you leave?" Gu Songli asked.
The man shook his head and said: "You can't walk, you can't walk. No matter how far you go, you will appear here the next night. What do you know is in this coffin?"
They all appear here?!
Gu Songli trembled all over and subconsciously asked, "What is it?"
The man smiled and moved a coffin board. Gu Songli stepped forward and took a look, only to see inside was the corpse of a woman wearing a red wedding dress. Her whole body was covered with scars and her death was extremely miserable!
boom!
A window was suddenly blown open by the cold wind, making a soft noise. Gu Songli screamed in fright, and Haoxuan jumped up from the ground. The man's eyes showed a strange look, and he reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist. At this moment, outside
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Ghost... ghost... ghost is coming to the door!" Gu Songli screamed repeatedly, and he was already frightened!
The man put down his hand from the hilt of the sword and looked out the door with some displeasure. He heard someone outside whispering: "For those who are passing by, can I stay overnight in Guibao Land?"
Not a ghost! It’s a human!
Gu Songli breathed a sigh of relief, and the man responded: "Unowned land, your Excellency, please do as you please."
The door was pushed open immediately, and a group of people filed in from outside. They were one man and nine women. The leading man looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with handsome features and a gentle temperament. He was dressed in white and had a sword hanging from his waist.
He has a good appearance; the girl next to him looks a little older, but she is as beautiful as a flower, with a clear and graceful appearance. However, her whole body exudes a cold aura that prevents strangers from approaching her, and keeps others away from thousands of miles away.
The remaining eight girls, four in white and four in black, each holding a piano or flute, are all extremely pretty.
There was a fiery look in the eyes of the man with the scarred face, but Gu Songli felt contempt in his heart. He was another rich boy who imitated the little sword god, and brought so many girls with him. His life was really corrupt!
As he became more popular, he became more courageous.
"Thank you very much!"
The young man cupped his hands towards them, glanced at the coffin not far away, and found a corner to sit down as if he hadn't seen it.
The ten of them lit a larger fire and gathered in a circle. The boy in white and the girl in yellow were facing them.
Scarface said: "There are ghosts here, so I hope you all will be careful."
His tone was still gloomy, and there was still the whistling wind and the chirping of wild cats outside. However, somehow, Gu Songli was not afraid at all. There was a faint reassuring power in the eyes of the young man in white.
"What the hell?" the young man asked softly, his tone full of calmness, as if nothing was difficult in the world in front of him.
"It's a ghost who specializes in killing women."
Scarface casually pointed to the coffin, but lazily took off his shoes to bake them. An unexplainable smell spread out, and he said: "If you stay here overnight, especially women, you must be more careful."
The young man smiled and said, "I haven't seen any ghosts, but I have found a thief. He is also an evil thief who pretends to be someone else and commits adultery and robbery!"
Scar's expression suddenly changed, he stood up, pointed at Mo Li and said angrily: "You brat, who the hell are you?!"
"who I am?"
The young man stood up, stroked the hilt of the sword, and said leisurely: "You have been pretending to be my name for the past two months, and you still don't know about me?"
The scar-faced man couldn't help but shuddered when he heard this!
He carefully looked at the young man opposite him, looking at the youthful face and the simple long sword at his waist, and an idea suddenly arose in his mind!
"You...you are Mo Li, the little sword god of the Wudang Sect?!"
He said with a trembling voice, and Gu Songli's expression also changed drastically!