Lu Tai sighed: "You don't have a happy life."

Chen Pingan asked: "Nothing strange happened last night, right?"

Lu Tai nodded, "It's true. It seems that someone saw a ghost in Flying Eagle Castle. It's not too far from here. There was a fight between the two sides. It was quite bloody, but no one died."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, "Then let's walk around during the day to see if we can find out the truth. After we have a good idea, we can decide whether to take action."

Lu Tai doesn't care about this.

He is quite good at Feng Shui, finding dragons and acupuncture points, Qimen Dunjia, and medical divination. There is nothing he can do about it. The ancestor gives him food to eat. Even if he doesn't study hard and changes his ways to be lazy all day long, he is still one of the best among his peers.

Qi Juechen, this makes him very troubled.

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Lu Tai's few words and understatement summed up a bloody fight.

In fact, for the people in the game at that time, it was far from easy.

In the rain last night, there was a young man wearing black clothes with a simple sword hanging at his waist, walking at night together with a Taoist priest who had traveled here. Under the bamboo hat, the look on his face was that one died generously, and the other was worried.

After the torrential rain turned to soft drizzle, the two walked into an alley and came to a dilapidated house that had been abandoned for a long time.

The young Taoist priest wearing a raincoat turned pale, "The evil spirit is particularly strong tonight!"

The other man held a simple knife in his hand and had slightly dark skin. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and said: "If we wait any longer, I don't know how many people will be killed in vain. We can't wait any longer!"

There are very few residents in this alley, just three or four sparse families. Most of them are elderly people who live alone and do not often contact the outside world. When they were young, the martial arts disciples of Feiying Castle competed for their courage, which was to choose the right one.

One late night, let's see who dares to walk alone through this narrow and dark alley.

It is said that there was once a bloody battle in this alley. Before the Flying Eagle Castle fell silent in the world, when the old fort owner had just passed away, a group of enemies who formed a gang entered the Flying Eagle Castle, and their hands were stained with blood.

They are either demon sect masters or evil masters. They are all lords from all walks of life who were injured and disabled by the old castle master.

They accidentally leaked the news and were caught in the urn of the Flying Eagle Castle, which was well prepared. They were blocked in this alley. The fight was bloody and the ground was covered with blood. The heads of both sides were rolling down, including the heads of the murderers and the flying ones.

The heads, limbs and remains of the elders of Eagle Castle were almost all intact. It was said that none of the people who collected the corpses at Eagle Castle did not vomit bile.

Feiyingbao is a martial arts gang whose ancestors were rich but whose family fortunes fell into decline. It once had a century of glory. Among the older generation of Jianghu people in Chenxiang Kingdom, even though the Huan family has been silent for decades, its reputation is still not high.

He was relatively young, especially Mr. Huan, who had passed away. He was highly respected and well-known in the world. He was a hero known to both the government and the public.

It's a pity that the martial arts attainments of Huan Yang, the castle master of this generation, are mediocre and cannot support the prestige of Feiying Castle. Huan Chang is still young, and he has the current bleak situation of lack of success.

But if you look through the almanac, starting from Mr. Huan and going back two generations, there are too many things that Feiying Castle can bring to the table.

Therefore, there are more than 400 people in such a huge Flying Eagle Castle, both up and down, and they are very proud of it.

Although it is located in a corner, Flying Eagle Castle cannot be regarded as a frog in the well.

Almost everyone has heard of the many legendary deeds of Flying Eagle Castle since childhood. As one of the four great masters of Chenxiang Kingdom, Mr. Huan,

Mr. Huan's close friends who traveled around the world together when he was young, there are still three of them among the top ten masters today.

The old lady was rumored to be the subjugated princess of the previous dynasty of a neighboring country. She fled the country and was rescued by Mr. Huan. She fell in love at first sight. During the period, there were constant ups and downs and various hardships. In the end, they came together, which is said to be a good story in the world.

Huan Chang, the master of the young castle, has shown outstanding talent in martial arts since he was a child, and has amazing natural physical strength. For more than ten years, he has consulted with outside heroes or competed with those young heroes who have become famous in the world, which is remarkable.

Point. The owner of the castle, Qianjin Huanshu, is said to have made an engagement with the eldest son of one of the top ten masters of Chenxiang Kingdom, and is just waiting for the young man to come and marry her.

The leader of the younger generation of Feiying Castle is not Huan Chang, but a man with a foreign surname, Tao Xieyang, who is the direct disciple of the fortress master Huan Yang. He has studied Confucian classics and advanced kung fu from the great steward Mr. He since he was a child.

, better than Huan Chang, the master of Shaobao.

Tao Xieyang's warm heart is well-known in Feiying Castle. He has a cheerful personality and seems not to be afraid of the sky falling.

The group of people who entered the mountain and entered the fort last time were led by the Grandmaster, a well-known hero in the world. Among them was a beautiful woman with the reputation of a fairy. She had a very good relationship with Tao Xieyang. They often walked together inside and outside Feiying Castle and drank with Tao Xieyang.

The cheapest drink on the street can make you smile like a flower.

In recent years, Tao Xieyang has begun to help the castle owner and official He Ya, and has begun to try to take care of the affairs of Feiying Castle. He has come into contact with many inside stories, and his life has not been easy.

Guests from all over the world need to be treated without leakage. The incense sticks left by the ancestors of Feiying Castle cannot be allowed to go out silently. The incense love must be continued secretly. Go to the capital, go to the famous and decent families on the hilltop, go to the big cities.

The tyrannical gangs in the city, sending money to the mansions of wealthy families, and cultivating relationships with local snakes in the county and city, all require Tao Xieyang, a foreigner, to run, so Tao Xieyang's knowledge and experience in the world are outstanding.

The swordsman who came to this alley tonight was none other than Tao Xieyang.

The young Taoist traveling with him was Tao Xieyang's best friend in the world. They hit it off immediately. Tao Xieyang knew some of the young Taoist's secrets, could see those dirty things, and had some overpowering methods that were unheard of in the world.

After receiving Tao Xieyang's secret letter asking for help, the Taoist came to Feiying Castle without saying a word. After careful exploration, the young Taoist's heart became increasingly heavy. As expected, as Tao Xieyang said in the letter, Feiying Castle was indeed haunted by ghosts.

Moreover, the Taoism is so profound that it directly damages the fundamentals of Feng Shui of Flying Eagle Castle.

The young Taoist knew that he was not a real mountain man. He had only practiced Taoism for five years with the master who liked to travel around the world. He only learned some superficial skills of fortune-seeing and drawing talismans, and the talismans he drew were not working at times.

Ling, the copper coin sword he is carrying on his back is made of seven, seven or forty-nine copper coins strung together. He has not yet had a chance to use it, and he has no idea whether it can really suppress evil and kill evil.

The young Taoist's name is Huang Shang. He is a son of a noble family who has no hope of taking the imperial examination. He has been practicing Taoism for nearly five years, but he still failed to draw talismans and enter the house.

That copper coin sword from the previous dynasty's divine book, Yuan Guang, and Zhengde's "Three Tong Bao". Master said that these three Tong Bao copper coins and nine-fold seal script contain the most Yang Qi.

As for the talismans painted by Huang Shang, if they are not of good quality, they can only rely on quantity to make up for it.

It was really hard for a dabbler Taoist priest like him to deal with the ferocious ghosts of Feiying Castle. However, he had an unbreakable relationship with Tao Xieyang and had a sense of loyalty. Seeing that Tao Xieyang was determined to come here to eliminate harm to the people, he couldn't just watch it.

My brother died here.

The relationship between the two of them as brothers is not the exchange of cups and cups among the wealthy merchants at the wine table, but the exchange of lives.

Before this house was abandoned, the original owner must have had a wealthy family, with a high threshold. The door was made of fine cypress wood and was decorated with an animal-faced door knocker, which was ancient and profound.

Taoist priest Huang Shang took out a yellow paper talisman from his sleeve. It had been raining heavily before. At this time, the Taoist looked at the wet gate and high wall, and said with a wry smile: "The weather, time and place are not on our side."

The swordsman Tao Xieyang hummed, staring at the door, holding the handle of the sword with one hand, suddenly turned around, and slapped the Taoist priest hard on the shoulder with the other hand, "I'll go first. If the situation is serious and you can't save me, you

Don't worry about me, just go back and help me find a shady house with better feng shui!"

Huang Shang was about to speak.

Tao Xieyang already grinned with a bright smile, "These are not polite words! If both of them die here, why don't they grab a drink down there?!"

Tao Xieyang put away his hand, his anger dropped from his dantian, and he slashed at the door with his knife, "Open it for me!"

The sword was so fierce that it actually split open the door. Tao Xieyang strode into it with determination.

For a moment, his steps were heavy, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Tao Xieyang was not afraid. He shouted softly, swung his sword forward, and struck the void with a sword. The sword was bright and slightly glistening, obviously he had gained a glimpse of the martial arts.

Tao Xieyang opened the way with his knife and headed straight forward.

The two "gentleman's talismans" hidden in his arms and waist instantly turned black and were stained with ink. The little spiritual energy disappeared completely.

Huang Shang was about to follow quickly when he felt a gust of cold wind blowing out from inside the door. He had to find two slightly dry places on the inner wall of the door and posted two house-protecting talismans. This made him feel a little better and prevent him from breathing.

He paused, then held a talisman in each hand, which were "Guanghua Zhenjun's Sword Talisman" and "Yellow God Yue Zhang's Seal Talisman". They were both famous amulets left over from ancient times and widely circulated.

It was only when Huang Shang took three steps forward against the evil wind that he found that the sword and seal talisman had become mostly black, like two talismans that had just been pulled out of the inkstone. The young Taoist was horrified and couldn't help shouting: "Evil Qi"

Thick as water, the ghosts here are definitely not the unjust ghosts who died in the alleys back then! They must be ghosts that have been wandering for more than a hundred years! The sun is setting, exit the house quickly..."

But the door of the main house in the distance opened by itself. Tao Xieyang entered with a knife, and the door slammed shut.

Huang Shang's face was filled with grief. He tried his best to pour weak spiritual energy into the two damaged talismans in his hands, and shouted angrily: "Remove the blame!"

The sword talisman holding the sword made no movement. It was soaked in the ink condensed by the evil spirit of the earth. The two fingers twisting the talisman felt as if they were burned by fire. Huang Shang quickly threw away the talisman.

Fortunately, the spiritual light of the seal talisman rippled and suddenly lit up, reflecting the strange phenomena around it.

The talisman suddenly ignited and burned, the yellow paper was consumed rapidly, and pungent green smoke was emitted.

Around Huang Shang, gloomy laughter could be heard one after another, but no one was seen.

The neck seemed to have been licked by a long, cold tongue, giving the young Taoist goosebumps all over his body.

Huang Shang lost the burned seal talisman and was about to take out another talisman from the bottom of the box.

The back of his left hand, which he stretched toward his sleeve, felt as if someone had pricked him with a needle. Huang Shang shuddered, and there was an inexplicable shower of rain falling on his head. Huang Shang looked around, and saw a steady drizzle. The young Taoist raised his hand to wipe it in confusion.

When he opened his face and spread his hands, he saw that it was actually covered in blood.

The next moment, Huang Shang subconsciously raised his head.

A pale face without eyeballs was so close that it almost touched the tip of Huang Shang's nose.

Huang Shang was dumbfounded.

In an instant, someone pressed hard on his shoulder and pulled him back. Huang Shang flew out of the house and fell into the muddy alley outside, feeling dizzy.

I only saw a familiar tall and thin figure, it was He Ya, the old steward of Feiying Castle, Tao Xieyang's master.

The old man held the talisman in both hands. The talisman paper should not be made of ordinary yellow paper. The light was flowing and crystal clear. Although the light was floating in the wind and rain, like two candles in the strong wind, the aura of the talisman always wavered.

Not scattered.

The old steward stepped with his feet firmly on the ground and muttered something.

Just as Huang Shang breathed a sigh of relief, his neck was pinched by snow-white hands with extremely long nails, and he was suddenly pulled back. The young Taoist priest slapped his hands on the muddy ground indiscriminately, to no avail. The back of his head and back hit the wall of the strong alley.

, as if someone penetrated the wall, and hoped that Huang Shang, a living person, would follow him into it.

Huang Shang rolled his eyes and fainted.

By the time the young Taoist woke up, he had already returned to the guest room in the main building of Feiying Castle. Next door was Tao Xieyang's residence.
To be continued...