Jiang Lin went to take a look himself. When he came back, he was scared out of his wits. "Junior Sister, I think I saw a ghost."
When he walked to the graveyard, he saw a white figure standing in the middle of the fog. His black hair was like a waterfall. Jiang Lin didn't dare to move forward in such a gloomy environment.
Shi Sheng rolled his eyes speechlessly. 'What the hell? That's a person …'
Shi Sheng didn't want to go with Jiang Lin again. He could only find other disciples to go with him to the back of the mountain. However, he didn't see the ghost this time. The others all said that Jiang Lin was hallucinating.
Jiang Lin wasn't sure if he was hallucinating. However, there was fog and the people buried here were his fellow disciples. He wasn't sure if it was a psychological effect.
They looked around but didn't find anything. Later, they found the cave.
Unfortunately, the things in the cave were useless.
The next day, Shi Sheng prepared to leave. The others were surprised.
"Where are we going?" This was the Liu Guang Sect. It was their home. Where were they going?
"If you want to wait for the murderer to find out that he missed you and come back to kill you, then you can stay here. I'm leaving anyway." Shi Sheng walked down the mountain, stepping on the bloodstained ground.
The others looked at each other. Perhaps it was because Shi Sheng was too calm that they believed him. Seeing that Shi Sheng was almost gone, the group gritted their teeth and followed.
They looked back three times with each step. The buildings behind them gradually disappeared.
Some people had lived here for more than ten years. Now, they were leaving.
…
In the 17th year of Yong An, two major events happened.
The first was that the entire Liu Guang Sect was wiped out. No one in the Jianghu was able to find any survivors.
The second was that the genius of the Spirit Crane Sect, Du Suihan, died from the cold poison.
The Jianghu was very curious about the destruction of the Liu Guang Sect. There were all kinds of rumors, but no one knew the truth.
In the 21st year of Yong An.
The Sword Technique Conference that was held once every five years was held at the Five Peaks Mountain.
All the sects gathered at the Five Peaks Mountain to fight for the title of Sword Saint. Five years ago, Du Suihan was a young man. Now that five years had passed, Du Suihan was dead. A new Sword Saint would be born at the Five Peaks Mountain.
"Thousand Mountains Sect."
"Nine Stars Sect."
"We've arrived at Clear Heart Pavilion."
The Five Peaks Mountain had always been a holy place for swordsmanship. There used to be a lake here. After the lake dried up, it was transformed into a swordsmanship field, similar to the Colosseum in Rome.
The sects and clans followed the instructions and took their seats.
Following the announcement, more and more people entered the venue.
The first to arrive were usually the small sects and clans. According to international practice, the big shots would arrive later. However, when these sects entered, they realized that there were people who had arrived before them.
The Sect Master of the Thousand Mountains Sect walked in front. He paused for a moment and waited for the Sect Master of the Nine Stars Sect and the Pavilion Master of the Clear Heart Pavilion behind him.
"Aren't those people from Ziwei Villa? Why are they here? "The Sect Leader of the Thousand Mountains Sect whispered to the two men behind him.
"That's strange." The Sect Leader of the Nine Stars Sect stroked his goatee with a strange look. "Last night, when I observed the sky, I knew something big was going to happen."
The other two looked as if they had seen a ghost. The Sect Leader of the Nine Stars Sect liked to pretend to be a charlatan, but in fact, he knew nothing. On the other hand, the people of Ziwei Villa seemed to know some astrology.
The Pavilion Master of the Clear Heart Pavilion also had a strange look on her face. "It's strange indeed. I didn't hear that the people of Ziwei Villa were going to participate." The most important thing was that they had arrived so early.
This Ziwei Villa was not a nameless sect. On the contrary, it was almost on par with the Spirit Crane Sect. However, the people of Ziwei Villa did not participate in Jianghu activities and usually kept a low profile. Hence, people usually did not mention Ziwei Villa and the Spirit Crane Sect together.
This was not the main reason. The main reason was that the people of Ziwei Villa used poison.
In this era where swordsmanship prevailed, they used poison. One could imagine why people did not want to mention them.
The name Ziwei was also very suitable for astrology. However, they used poison and did not like to play charlatan.
The Nine Stars Sect and Ziwei Villa's skills were completely wrong.
The people of Ziwei Villa were all dressed in the same white uniform. They sat in their seats and were indifferent to the people entering the venue. Their expressions were cold as if they were carved from the same mold.
The three sects that entered the venue did not go up to greet them. They sat in their own seats.
Then, more and more sects entered the venue. Everyone was a little afraid of Ziwei Villa, who had arrived early.
Was something big going to happen this year?
The people of Ziwei Villa were all here?
"Wind and Thunder Hall has arrived!"
"Tian Luo Sect has arrived!"
The Sword Discourse Field suddenly quieted down. Now that the people who entered were all big shots, everyone consciously kept quiet and looked at the entrance.
"Nanwu Sha has arrived!"
"Spirit Crane Sect has arrived!"
These four sects were called the Four Major Sword Sects. They represented the four major categories of swordsmanship in the North, South, East, and West.
Because the Spirit Crane Sect had a genius, Du Suihan, they were called the leader. Now that Du Suihan was dead, if the Spirit Crane Sect did not have a disciple comparable to Du Suihan this year, they might lose this leader position.
The big shots of the four sects entered the venue. After another official event where they exchanged greetings on the surface and insulted each other secretly, it was almost time for the official event.
At this moment, there was another announcement from outside.
"Ziwei Gongzi has arrived!"
"Wuying Gongzi has arrived!"
"Dead … Dead Spirit City has arrived!"
The person who made the announcement stuttered. When the people in the Sword Discourse Field heard the last name, their expressions changed.
Everyone looked at the entrance simultaneously. Ziwei Gongzi, who was dressed in snow-white clothes, entered with a cold expression and a sword in his hand. After that, there was a purple shadow. Before the crowd could see it clearly, the spectator seats were already in a mess. A purple shadow occupied the best seats.
The next to enter was the Dead Spirit City, which made the person who made the announcement stutter.
A young and beautiful girl dragged an Iron Sword in from the entrance. Behind her were a few subordinates who were dressed very differently.
This person was Shi Sheng.
Beside him stood a very cute girl with a pair of big watery eyes. She had a strange appearance. The emerald green clothes on her did not look tacky at all. Instead, she looked fresh and cute, like a mountain elf.
"City Master, we have to get to the nearest city before dark. We don't have time to watch the Sword Discourse Field." The girl was talking to Shi Sheng. At this moment, the entire Sword Discourse Field was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Naturally, everyone heard what she said.
What did she mean by "don't have time to watch the Sword Discourse Field"???
Was she looking down on them?
Well, the people of the Dead Spirit City had always been arrogant.
Four years ago, a group of people robbed a city. That city was guarded by soldiers, but they could not defeat this group of people.
After this group of people robbed the city, they even destroyed the name of the city. The Imperial Court sent soldiers to suppress them. Not only did they fail, but they were also beaten by this group of people. The Imperial Court was in a deadlock with them for three months. In the end, they had no choice but to retreat and let them take over the city.
In the beginning, this city did not have a name because they destroyed the name of the city.
Later, they started a business of assassins. As long as you wanted to kill someone, there was no one you could not kill. They came and went without a trace. No one could catch them. Hence, the name of the Dead Spirit City came about. They were like ghosts.
Later, perhaps this group of people felt that the name of the Dead Spirit City was not bad, so they actually carved it on the city gate.
The Dead Spirit City had a slogan —
There was no one that the Dead Spirit City could not kill. There were only people that the Dead Spirit City did not want to kill.
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