Zhao Ge: 90. The Skeleton of Ten Thousand People

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The light of the sword in the dark is like a Hakuo cherry falling in the spring. It is incredibly elegant and doesn't look like a sword used to kill people at all.

But it is indeed a killing knife.

Xuelidao, Ye Yi.

In the days when Yi Heping and the others were young, the three words "Xuelidao" represented an absolute figure. Everyone said that the Jiuxuanmen was rich in lunatics, and Ye Yi once, It was the lunatic among the lunatics, Xueye carried a knife and traveled thousands of miles, crossing the twelve dynasties and beheading people.

At that time, Ye Yi, like a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, paid a lot of attention to his face. He once singled out all the experts in the younger generation of the Hehuan Sect for a beauty pill, and acted perversely and domineeringly. But it is also famous for being handsome and elegant, just looking like a good boy who looks so graceful.

But everyone who fought with him knew what was under the good skin.

The Xuelidao's knife is beautiful as a dream, but this knife is blood-hardened. He was wearing the most beautiful clothes, walking in the darkest and most dangerous dark zone, dancing with deadly swords, reciting ancient poems, and walking away with blood on the bones. Half of the reputation of the Jiuxuanmen generation comes from him.

But just like Kong An, the youngest elder of the Taishangzong, such a character gradually faded from people's vision and gradually lost his name in the rivers and lakes. With the new genius The characters appeared, and they were gradually forgotten by people. In the end, few people connected the deacon elder who kept the division with the once dashing swordsman.

This is the world of immortality.

Geniuses will always emerge in endlessly, and the dazzling people will eventually be covered in dust.

But the man in the hat didn't dare to look down on Ye Yi, who looked elegant and beautiful, and didn't make a sharp cut. Although the reputation of Xuelidao is no longer mentioned by people, this does not mean that this sword, this person is not as dangerous as before.

The moment the snow-covering knife was pulled out, it was still so sharp and unparalleled.

The light of the sword in the snow is elegant and beautiful, and the man in the hat facing the light of the knife gently leaned over as if he was bent over by a box on his back.

The light of the knife is unbiased, falling in the ordinary-looking bamboo box, but it makes a crisp sound like a symphony of gold and iron. The sword light was blocked, and the man in the hat staggered back.

"It's worthy of being a snow knife."

The man in the hat was bent over, his posture was somewhat respectful, the big box on his back showed no trace of damage, and the strange noise did not stop.

"The wine in Xinting's throat, the murderer's knife in the snow. Your treasured knife, after many years, has never seen the old."

"Swords don't get old, but people are old." Ye Yi sighed, holding a thin knife with an extremely beautiful curve in his hand.

It's a very beautiful one. It shouldn't be a man's knife, it's more like a woman's saber. But Ye Yi carried such a generally beautiful and flimsy knife, but it wasn't necessarily inconsistent. The edges of his cloak were embroidered with gold threads. The embroidery was extremely gorgeous, leaving a bit of the elegance of his costumes at night.

"You laughed. I once had the honor to see you cut off the water. Now I am honored to ask you for your advice. It is an honor to be here." The man in the hat said, bending over again, and he stretched out his hand to untie his back. The box, "I have brought my wealth here, so the elders don’t need to worry about no coffin to be buried behind."

"You are not like the remnant warriors of the Chen Dynasty."

Ye Yi did not stop the man from unloading the box. He slowly wiped the "Xueli", which was as beautiful as the appreciative product than the murderous knife. The thin blade was turned over in his hand through a layer of white cloth, and the light of the knife jumped like snow.

His movements are indescribably elegant, even if his hands are already wrinkled.

Ye Yi's approach is like holding a sacrificial ceremony before killing and drinking blood against the knife. As he wipes, the blade becomes brighter and thinner and thinner.

The man in the hat untied the box and placed it upright on the stone steps in front of him. Hearing what Ye Yi said, he smiled: "The samurai of former Chen has always been famous. It’s just some dark moles that don’t dare to compare with them."

"I heard that in the Cangpu dynasty, there will be monsters in the night with the miasma. The monsters have become more and more powerful in the past few years, and the damage to those people in the Hehuan Sect has gradually increased. I don’t know if the miasma came out, whether it was a demon or a human."

Ye Yi's knife has been wiped for most of the time, and the light of the knife is stamped on his face, a face that is still young has no expression.

"There is no difference between a demon and a person, right?"

The man in the hat respectfully saluted the box three times. He got up and said in a low voice.

"After all, when people change, they are almost like demons."

"That's true."

Ye Yi's wrist flicked, and the sword sounded clear.

"So killing is nothing more than the same as the punisher demon."

"This is the truth."

The man in the hat opens the box.

At the moment when the man in the hat opened the box, the whole mountain gate was suddenly enveloped by miserable ghost crying. Thousands of ghost fire suddenly rose up, and there was a faint and strange cold air around, and a bone skeleton crawled from the opened box. Came out. It was a skeleton that looked like a human, but when you looked at it carefully, you would feel that every bone was overlapped, as if it was not a skeleton, but a combination of thousands of skeletons.

When the bone skeleton crawled out of the box, a creepy and weird change occurred in the surrounding environment.

"Ten Thousand Skeletons, dare to practice this kind of thing, are you afraid of being condemned?"

Ye Yi held the knife, slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the skeleton crawling out of the box, his voice was as smooth as ever.

The man in the hat who was carrying his back slightly from beginning to end finally straightened up. He raised his head to look at Ye Yi who was standing at the top of the stone steps.

Under the faintly blue ghost fires all around, the man is like the legendary ghost rider.

But it's impossible for a ghostly soul crosser to care about the world.

"Elder Ye is the elder of the Nine Profound Gate, and the Nine Profound Gate is a high fairy gate. Naturally, he will not see birth, aging, sickness and death in this world, and he will naturally not care about the harvest of the people in a place where there is no stand." The man stood, and the skeleton in front of him was white. "For many years, the fertile land has been taken to plant spiritual plants. It is difficult for the people to harvest the grains. The famine has just died and the famine has risen again. Three years ago, Qingzhou There were more than 70,000 people who died of starvation. Two years ago, there was a great famine in Yongzhou, and the deaths reached 100,000. This year, I traveled all the way from the southern border to consolidate the bones of the hungry people. When they arrived in Bingzhou, they had become thousands of people."

The man in the hat paused, and he chuckled softly.

"Elder Ye, do you think this heavenly condemnation fell on the lower head, or on whose head?"